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[wonderfulworldofwinchester]

Who’s That Girl?

Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 689

Warnings: Slight Language, mentions of alcohol. Dean being grossly in love with you lol 

A/N: Written for @carryonmywaywardcaptain‘s 500 followers song challenge. I hope you like it! Lyrics are in bold. 

Song: Star Of The Show by Thomas Rhett 

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Dean’s POV 

From simple supply runs, to concerts, to bars, all the way to the FBI duds and crimes scenes, you draw a crowd, and you don’t even know it.

Walkin’ down the street, hand in mine, but that don’t keep them other guys and their wandering eyes from looking at you. But that’s okay, who can blame ‘em anyway? You’re so pretty and you ain’t even got a clue.

Like just the other day when you and I went out for some beer, and the whole way from the car into the store every guys within eye shot had his eyes on you. It doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. I know you’re not looking and I can’t really blame ‘em anyways. You’re gorgeous. Hell. I’m with you, and I still stare at you like that. 

That takes me back to last Friday night. That little bar on the edge of town. That no name rock band that was playing. The god awful beer they served. You were so cute. Your hair was up in a loose ponytail, you had hardly any makeup on, and wore one of my old t shirts. Even in a ponytail, a pair of jeans, you’re looking like the cover of a magazine. Baby you’re the only one who doesn’t see. You stepped foot in that place, and everything seemed to stop. There wasn’t a set of eyes in that place that hadn’t found you. I’m pretty sure the band was even playing just for you. That still didn’t get to you though. You were just having fun, and trying your hardest to get me on that dance floor. 

‘Cause everywhere we go girl, you’re the star of the show, and everybody’s wondering and wanting to know, What’s your name? Who’s that girl with the prettiest smile in the world? But, what gets me the most is you don’t even know that you are, you are , the star of the show. The star of the show baby..  

The part that floored me the most, and made me fall even harder for you, if that is even possible, was seeing your face when the guy at the bar gave you our beers on the house. You looked so damn confused when you turn to look at me, it took everything in me not to bust out laughing at how blissfully unaware you are of the effect you have on people.  

Friday night, on the town. We walk in, and you draw a crowd. Even the band seems to sing for you. Ease on up, order a drink, barkeep says “It’s all on me.” You look at me and laugh like you don’t even know what to do. Baby, you’re so cute. 

It also gets me when we walk into a police station, or really anywhere on a case for that matter, but usually the station, and you don’t understand why you’re the one people wanna talk to. Like hell yea I’d rather talk to the pretty girl than these two morons. 

Don’t even get me started on the times we’ve had t go to a college campus or some high school where you’ve had some poor kid killing himself over there trying to get your attention. Those guys are always falling out of their chairs trying to catch a glimpse of you as you go by. Seriously, I pretty sure a building could collapse next to them and they wouldn’t flinch because they were so preoccupied with you being there. 

It doesn’t matter where we go, your big, beautiful, Y/E/C eyes, and bright smile always attract a crowd of onlookers. I don’t know that you’ll ever realize it, and in some ways I hope you don’t. You’re just so damn cute like this. 

‘Cause everywhere we go girl, you’re the star of the show, and everybody’s wondering and wanting to know, What’s your name? Who’s that girl with the luckiest guy in the world? But, what gets me the most is you don’t even know that you are, you are , the star of the show. The star of the show baby..  

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[waywardrose13]

Tuesday’s Gone

Pairing- Dean x Reader

Warnings- Angst, I think like 1 curse word

Word count- 782 (including lyrics)

A/N- This was written for @carryonmywaywardcaptain‘s 500 follower song challenge (congrats, girl!) based on the song Tuesday’s Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Hope y’all enjoy:)

Train roll on, on down the line,

Won't you please take me far away?

Now I feel the wind blow outside my door,

Means I'm leaving my woman behind.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.

My woman's gone with the wind.

“Can we talk about this? Please?” She pleaded. Her heart hammered against her chest, tears flowing down her cheeks as she watched the man she loved pack his bag.

“No,” Dean answered. He kept up the facade, keeping his true emotions hidden behind a mask of bitterness and solemnity. He couldn’t do it anymore. He loved her, and it scared him to death. He knew that if he stayed with her, she’d end up hurt, or worse. He wouldn’t take that chance. No matter how much it hurt, Dean had to do this. To keep her safe.

“I don’t understand,” Y/N cried. “What did I do? We were so happy yesterday. Please, we can work this out. I love you.”

Dean’s heart cracked at those words. She wouldn’t stop, she’d fight for him. He hated this, so much. What he was about to say would be unforgivable. He choked down his own tears, took a deep breath and lied with a stone cold exterior.

“I don’t love you. I don’t know if I ever did.”

And I don't know where I'm going.

I just want to be left alone.

Well, when this train ends I'll try again,

But I'm leaving my woman at home.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. Every word felt like a knife to the heart. The look in his eyes was harsh and dead serious. She believed every word coming out of his mouth, why wouldn’t she? He never gave her a reason to doubt him before.

Dean truly thought breaking her heart would be the best bet. He thought that if she detested him, it’d be easier for her to heal.

With his words looming in the air, he zipped up his duffle bag and walked to the door. He turned to look at her one last time, looking her up and down before settling on her Y/E/C eyes. He tried taking a mental picture, knowing this would be the last time he ever saw her.

She looked broken. Tear stains down her cheeks and a dismal look in her eyes. Before his mask broke, he hardened his features and slung the bag over his shoulder.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” He said.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.

My woman's gone with the wind.

Dean’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with strain. He finally let his guard down, allowing his true emotions to be let through the flood gates. He couldn’t control the tears streaming down his face or the anger he felt bubbling deep within him. He didn’t try to control it. He just let it happen.

He let out a growl of rage, bringing his fists down on the wheel. He never felt this muddled. He was angry, sad, frustrated and guilty all rolled into one jumble of emotion.

He knew he’d regret this. Hell, he already did. A gaping hole had already begun to form in his heart, the longing to have her by his side strong. But he knew that if he stayed, she’d end up dead. Just like everyone else in his life.

Train roll on many miles from my home,

See, I'm riding my blues away.

Tuesday, you see, she had to be free

But somehow I've got to carry on.

Dean was despondent, but deep down he knew that Y/N was now safe. She had talked about leaving hunting in the past, staying only because Dean couldn’t quit. But now she could. She could be free.

Dean was the one who would have to carry the guilt of leaving her on top of the hunting lifestyle. His healing would consist of alcohol and killing the evil sons of bitches that plague the Earth.

He knew it was the easy way out. The easy way to keep her safe. He knew he probably should have fought instead of leave. That his decision was one of a coward. But he wouldn’t risk it.

So he continued down the lonely highway. The sleek, black metal of the Impala shining under the full moon’s light, the rain pelting the outside world. He continued into the night, leaving behind the only woman he ever truly loved. And it was because he loved her that he couldn’t stay.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.

My woman's gone with the wind.

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[amanda-teaches]

Snowfall

Summary: As the winter snow falls, your relationship with Dean blossoms.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Written for: @spnfluffbingo

Square Filled: Engagement

Warnings: All the fluff with a sprinkle of fluff on top

Word Count: 1527

A/N: This was written for @carryonmywaywardcaptain’s 500 follower Challenge. My prompt was the song You Are the Best Thing by Ray Lamontagne. And, I actually got the idea for this fic from a skype chat hosted by @babypieandwhiskey, so shoutout to Cam, @wi-deangirl77, @justcallmeasmodeus, @ericaprice2008, and @pinknerdpanda for the assist. Betaed by the wonderful @cyrilconnelly. <3

Heavy snow had been falling nonstop for days, leaving you snowed in and feeling stir crazy. Thankfully, it had finally broken overnight, so, pajama-clad and holding a hot cup of tea, you padded over to the front window, expecting to see a powder-covered winter wonderland.

Instead, you saw something that almost made you drop your tea in surprise: Dean Winchester. He was standing in the middle of your snow-covered front yard, vigorously shovelling your driveway.

“Dean?” you gasped quietly, before grabbing your jacket off the hook and rushing outside, still in your pajamas. “Dean?!”

“Oh, hey, Y/N/N,” Dean said, semi-out of breath, but largely unfazed by your appearance. “Nice PJs.”

“Wha…” you stuttered, looking down and your pajamas and then back at him. “Dean, what are you doing here?!”

“Shovelling your walk,” he answered very matter-of-factly, not even looking up from his self-appointed mission.

“Yeah, I can see that,” you stammered back, still caught off guard. “Why exactly are you shovelling my walk?”

He looked up and leaned against his shovel, crossing one ankle over the other before grinning at you cheerfully. “Because it needed shovelling.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at his upbeat demeanor. “Dean....”

“What?” he chuckled, throwing his free hand up. “Someone’s gotta shovel it. Can’t have you slipping on ice, now can I?”

You smiled and shook your head, walking over to him. “Dean, the snow is at least a foot deep, maybe deeper. If my house wasn’t elevated, I wouldn’t have been able to even open the door. How exactly are you going to shovel it all by yourself?”

He winked at you self-assuredly and grinned again. “Y/N, I pretty much dig graves for a living. I’m not afraid of a little snow. Trust me, I got this.”

He definitely did not “have this.”

Three hours later, he was still hard at work, shovelling his heart out. Yes, he had made a dent in the snow, but, not nearly enough. Even with all his work, he’d still only cleared the walk halfway.

You peered out the window, for probably the 15th time that morning, and once again laughed at the sight that greeted you. Dean was standing there, wrestling with the shovel, before he threw it down and screamed dramatically into the sky. “Son of a bitch!”

You laughed quietly and pushed the window open, letting the cold air hit you. “Dean, why don’t you come inside and take another break? You’ve been at this for hours.”

“Nope!” he yelled back, heaving a heavy sigh and picking back up his shovel, only to angrily shove it into the snow. “I am going to clear this damn snow if it kills me.”

You laughed again and fell back on the only thing you knew could get Dean inside. “I have pie….”

His head popped up so fast, you were surprised it didn’t fly right off, making you laugh even harder. “Pie? What kind of pie?”

“Cherry,” you said with a smile. “Now put that shovel down and get in here.”

An hour later, you were sitting with Dean on the couch, trying in vain to snatch a bite of pie off of his plate. “Come on Dean! That’s the last piece.”

“Yeah,” he said, his mouth full of pie, “and, it’s all mine.”

“Dean!” you yelled playfully. You jabbed your fork at the pie, but, before you could reach it, he dropped the plate out of reach and caught your wrist mid-air. Spinning you around effortlessly, he pushed you back against the couch and began tickling you mercilessly. “Dean, stop!” you cried, the laughter drawing tears to your eyes.

He smiled wickedly. “Back off the pie and I’ll stop.”

“Okay, okay!” you yelled, your surrender finally making him pull his hands back. As your laughter faded, you began to notice just how close he truly was, making your breath catch in your throat. His body was pinning you to the edge of the couch, his face just inches from yours.

You and Dean had been dancing around the attraction between you for months, but you’d never actually been able to cross that line from friends to something more.

Until now.

“Dean…” you whispered, a scant second before his lips coming down on yours, hard. Your mouth instinctively opened to his, and his tongue quickly swept inside, undoing all your defenses and igniting a fire deep inside of you. When he pulled back, smiling, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that for forever…” Dean groaned.

“Me too,” you whispered, grabbing his hair to pull him back down. “Now, let’s do it again.”

Baby It's been a long day, baby Things ain't been going my way And now i need you here To clear my mind all the time   And baby The way you move me, it's crazy It's like you see right through me And make it easier Believe me, you don't even have to try   Oh, because You are the best thing You're the best thing, baby Ever happened to me

Three years later...

“Dean! I can walk!”

“Oh, no you don’t,” he said, rushing around to your side of the car before you even had a chance to move. He looked down at you and grinned. “Can’t have you slipping on ice, now can I?”

You smiled, flashing back to the first time he’d said that to you, three, joy-filled years ago. “You’re such a dork, you know that?”

He leaned into the car and gently placed his hand on your swollen stomach. “And, you’re pregnant. Humor me, k?”

“Okay,” you whispered, a scant second before Dean scooped you up into his arms, shifting you gently to cradle your pregnant belly.

“That’s my girl!” he shouted excitedly, before taking off down the snow-covered sidewalk, walking so slowly and carefully, you were pretty sure snails were going faster than him.

“Dean, baby, I’m pregnant, not breakable,” you laughed. “You could go a little faster.”

“Nope,” he answered, shaking his head resolutely. “We’re just fine at this speed.”

“Dean, if we stay at this speed, our baby will be walking before we make it to that door.”

“Haha,” Dean muttered sarcastically, but you felt him pick up the pace a little with a soft chuckle. Once you’d made it safely inside, he gently placed you on the couch and straightened up, stretching his back with a groan.

“Oh no! Did I hurt you?” you exclaimed, reaching toward him in concern. “I told you I should’ve walked!”

“Nah, I’m good,” he moaned, clearly still in pain. “You’re just a little…”

“What, heavy? Humongous? The size of a whale?”

“Pregnant, Y/N. You’re 8 months pregnant.” He kneeled down, meeting you at eye level and taking your hand. “With our child, which makes you beautiful, by the way. And, if I have to strain my back a little carrying you over snowy sidewalks, then so be it. Besides, you’re the one who’s doing all the work here.”

“Dean…”

“I’m serious, Y/N. Do you even know how amazing you are? You’re carrying my child, our child, and you’re kicking ass at it. Every day, you might get a little bigger, but with every inch you gain, you get even more beautiful. You’re gorgeous, baby.”

You felt tears gathering in your eyes, your love for this man filling you. “Marry me.”

His eyes widened, and he dropped your hand in surprise. “Wha..what?”

“Marry me, Dean,” you repeated, your smile widening.

“Are you serious?”

“Hell yeah, I’m serious. I love you, you love me, we’re having this baby….”

“Wait, wait, wait!” he yelled, standing back up and pacing around in circles. “You can’t propose to me! I’m the one who’s supposed to propose to you.”

“Dean…”

“I mean, of course I want to marry you, Y/N, but not like this. I was going to be the one to propose. I had it all planned out. It was supposed to be romantic, damn romantic, and you were going to cry, and…”

“Dean!” you yelled, finally making him stop and look over at you. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

His eyes softened and grew clear, like he was suddenly sure of everything in his life. He bent down in front of you again, this time on one knee. “Y/N Y/L/N, I love you more than anything else in this world, and I love our baby more than I ever thought possible. Will you marry me?”

“Well, you were right about one thing,” you whispered, your voice breaking as tears started to fall. “I’m definitely going to cry.”

Dean grinned. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you yelled happily. “Oh God, yes!”

As Dean pulled you into his arms and kissed you passionately, a fresh snowfall began outside, signaling a new beginning, just like yours.

Baby We've come a long way And baby You know i hope and i pray That you believe me When i say this love will never fade away

Oh, because You are the best thing You're the best thing, baby You are the best thing Ever happened to me

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[satans-sass-blog]

Often

Summary : y/n is a nurse who’s life gets a twist since the moment she meets a bleeding dean Winchester

Characters : nurse reader x Dean Winchester, Sam winchester

Warnings : implied smut, (potential future smut), gunshot

A/N : this is my first fic written for @carryonmywaywardcaptain 500 challenge, I’m not good with summaries but give it a shot u might like it , potential part 2 would start right after this. Enjoy and maybe leave some feedback, would mean a lot 🖤

Word count: 920

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“whiskey” she muttered under her breath before pushing herself inside the little apartment. Propping herself on the couch she lazily took off her bra, a sound of relief escaped her mouth.

Her job as nurse often required booze to realax, or at least that’s what she would tell herself.

Most days were spent reassuring worried moms and stitching up all kinds of people, exept every now and then she’d meet interesting “cases”.

She poured herself a second glass slipping down memory lane, not really paying attention to whatever was on TV. Her most interesting case involved a man named Dean Winchester.

____

Couple months ago

She was walking home when she found him bloody, leaning against his car. Out of instinct she ran towards him, dropping to her knees she did everything she could to help him.

“I’m y/n, I’m a nurse i can help you but I need to know what happend” she said looking for the wound frantically.

“hey!!” she yelled noticing the man drifting into unconsciousness.

In the ambulance he grabbed her hand, muttering words she couldn’t really hear.

Making sure the man was in good hands, Y/n went home to catch a few hours of sleep before the next shift. By the time she was back at the hospital the misterious man was just waking up. “welcome back with the living” she joked, checking on his conditions.

“who.. Where am I?”

“st. James medical centre, mind answering a few questions?” he nodded half sitting on his bed.

“alright Name?, And while you’re at it mind telling me how you ended up bleeding on a sidewalk?” she asked intrigued.

“name’s Dean Winchester , and I got.. robbed”

“robbed..?” she paused wrinkling her nose, “What did they steal your lying skills?. ”.

She knew he was lying, carkeys, phone and wallet present, besides a guy like him getting jumped didn’t add up.

“yeah.. listen i gotta get back to my brother, but thanks for helping out” he answered getting off the bed and getting dressed.

“where do you think you’re going! You need to rest, or all the stiches will rip”

“sweetheart this ain’t my first rodeo” he smirked checking his phone. Walking out she followed him, finally getting his attention.

“you listen to me, I don’t know what your deal is… I saw the scars.. But what I know is I don’t let my patients die” she paused “so if u wanna play tough guy go ahead but…Here’s my number for when the stiches will rip or God knows what else”

He took the card looking at her intrigued before walking away.

___now

Someone knocking repeatedly on the door caused her return to reality.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice growled her name. She jumped to her feet, recognizing the man and opening the door.

Dean was standing there with mix of worry and fear on his face and a taller man hanging from his neck

“Dean what’s.. ?”

“gunshot… I didn’t know who to call…”

“on the couch fast” she ordered,realizing the taller guy was leaving a trail of blood with each step.

This time she managed to help the man, no hospital needed, “they wouldn’t go anyways” she thought to herself. Dean was pacing around the room waiting for an answer, anything really.

“will you stop that! ” she glared at him.

“stop what!”

“that” she gestured with her hands, “jumping around, it’s making me nervous”.

“oh.. Sorry” he replied with a guilty tone.

After a few minutes she finally stood up, washing her hands in the kitchen sink and taking two beers out of the fridge.

“Is he going..?”

“he’ll be fine, just needs to rest” she reassured, handing dean a beer and taking a long sip from her own.

They sat Toghever at the little kitchen table, “he’s my brother Sam…I really owe you one Y/n”

“make it two Winchester”, she joked trying to lighten up the Hunter. “right..” he chuckled.

“well..” she cleared her throat, interrupting the looks they were exchanging “He’s not going anywhere any time soon, so..” she glanced at the giant sprawled on her couch.

Dean nodded, finishing his beer.

Around the 4th beer a soft grinn began forming on his pink plump lips. “I’ve never got to say this but uh… That night.. The memories alone gave me some happy endings in some lonely nights.”

She raised an eyebrow intrigued, getting up for more beer “is that so?..you weren’t that bad yourself I gotta say”

“not bad?!” he dramatically protested cause good her to laugh.

Opening the fridge she felt two strong hands on her hips, she was quickly turned around and faced with an awfully close dean Winchester.

“well.. We’ve gotta fix that sweetheart .. ” he whispered, hands warm sneaking under her shirt. She leaned in his touch, wrapping her hands around his neck and playing with his hair.

“what makes you think I even want you? ” she sassed. He bit his lower lip once more, lifting her on his hips.

“hey!” she protested, “hey you” he repeated mockingly.

It felt like forever, their lips brushing Toghever, her hands playing with his soft hair and exchanging snarky comments here and there.

This went on for way too long, both of them grinding against each other craving any kind of friction, until..

“bedroom? ”  she simply moaned in response, breaking the trail of sloppy kisses on Dean’s now bare chest.

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Always be Waiting

Dean Winchester x Reader

for @carryonmywaywardcaptain CarryOnCap’s song Challenge

Prompt: Wait for Me by Theory of a Deadman

1.6k words No warnings really. just fluff.

Taggers: @becs-bunker (taglists are open if you are interested!)

Most hunters don’t get to be happy. Relationships and fairy tales are far from plausible in their line of work. The constant travel and dangerous nature makes it nearly impossible to fall in love and maintain any kind of romance. Not that any live long enough to even build any kind of friendship or familial bond. Most hunters don’t work well with others even though they are all connected in a tight knit community. One night stands take the edge off and scratch an itch but long term isn’t even an option.

There are those that find a companion in another hunter, someone who can fight alongside them and understands the danger. It’s rare but it does happen. There is always that chance that one would have to watch the other die a bloody death, forced to live out the rest of their existence alone once more. Then there are those rare few that try to be with a civilian, someone outside of the life. But that usually involves lies and dishonesty, eventually tearing the pair apart anyway. Or if they are told about the life, they are left home alone to wait and worry, hoping that their hunter will come home.

Then there are those that try to leave the life altogether to settle down. As many have learned, there is never an escape from the hunting life once you are sucked in. It will follow you to the day you die which is usually never of old age in a rocking chair on your front porch watching your grandchildren.

No matter what, a hunter’s life will always be deadly and painful, dangerous for any one in their life. Family, friends, or loved ones are a dream for the hunter, a dream that is out of reach and a fantasy that is locked away and unattainable. If held onto, that dream can eat away at what little hope and sanity left in a hunter’s heart. There is always fear, not for their own life but for the lives of others. There is no care given to their own existence, their whole being given to saving the world. They give up all happiness and comfort to take up the burden of fighting the forces most don’t even know about.

They go without praise, thanks, or reward. Most die alone with nothing to show for their heroism. Loss and heartache are all they know, some doubting their faith and strength, losing their determination, losing sight of their mission, losing the whole point of fighting and some giving up completely, giving up on living at all if this was how things were meant to be.

No one knew what the life of a hunter entailed more than the Winchesters. Sam and Dean are the epitome of what it is like to give your whole body, mind and soul to the life. Legends among the hunting community, they are feared and revered equally among hunters and monsters alike. They have had few wins, very little good happen in their life and yet are still fighting. There have been plenty of times they have tried to quit, tried to get out only to get pulled back in. They have lost family and friends, loves taken from them, breaking their fragile hearts to the point they wanted nothing to do with the world they fought for.

All they have is each other. Brothers that would do anything for each other, letting the world burn if it meant that the other would be safe and alive. There was no one or nothing else more important, more precious than one another. Finding love and companionship with each other was enough to get them through their difficult path. The brotherly bond between them and also with Castiel is what gets them through every day. In the end, they only have each other, anyone else coming and going, dying or forgetting. The only ones left standing are the Winchesters.

Neither of them complain or desire anything more. Though their life is hard, they don’t wish for or strive for anything else. This is their destiny, it’s in their blood. They were born to be warriors, champions of the world, two lone knights against the army of evil around them. The weight of the world on their shoulders with only the other to help bear the load, one day both of them to be crushed under the weight.

Driving down a long stretch of highway could prove to be quieter than you might think. The rumble of the engine and the blaring of Zeppelin through the speakers weren’t enough to drown out thoughts. The road ahead and the road behind were just endless asphalt and paint, the same image in the rearview mirror and through the windshield. The sound of his brother’s soft snores, the taller man curled up uncomfortably in the bench seat next to him distracted him for a moment. For most of the time, Dean’s attention had been on the road ahead. One hand rested against his jaw while the other clutched the steering wheel. His finger would tap against his cheek from time to time, usually going along with the beat of his heart that sounded in his ears.

You words had been playing over in his head for hours, ever since he had left you. It was a private moment between the two of you before Sam had whisked him away. “I’ll be waiting here for you.” Your words were a breathy whisper against his lips, light as your fingers against his breastbone. It was the first time he had stopped to think about what you truly meant to him. You weren’t a hunter, just a normal secretary and a part time waitress. You refused to learn anything about the monsters he fought, claiming ignorance was bliss. You already worried about him enough as it is.

The two of you hadn’t defined the relationship but he knew you would always be waiting for him. He didn’t feel so alone knowing he had you to come home to. And that’s exactly what you were to him. Home. You were always with him, on his mind and in his heart. It got harder every time he left you and he found that he counted the days til he got to see you again. You are the one thing that keeps him going, keeps him fighting, keeps him alive. Sam knows that Dean’s feelings for you run deep, he can see it in his eyes. They never talk about it but he’s the one person knows him better than he knows himself.

But not even Sam knows how hard it is for Dean to leave you, how much he hates to hang up the phone, the reason he refuses to say goodbye only see you soon. It kills him to know he’s not there with you, it drives him crazy knowing that you wait so patiently for him to return. You don’t get the normal life with him, farm from it. There is always a chance that you are in danger and he’s not around to protect you. And you both know he can’t quit hunting. So you both take what you can get.

You weren’t even supposed to be anything but a quick hookup. Your friend had set you up on a dating site, claiming you desperately needed to get laid. You had resisted until you came across Impala67 and you gave in completely when she messaged him and quickly got a reply back. It was a wonderful date, dinner, movie and a drive that involved nice conversation and warm laughter. It left you relaxed and happy until he walked you to the door.

You knew what he expected of you and you wanted it so bad. But when he kissed you, the warmth and comfort, softness and hunger of it wouldn’t allow you to just let this be a quick one night tryst. You knew after a kiss like that, once you had him, you would never want to let him go. So instead of inviting him in for a romp in the sheets, he came in for a drink and just talked for hours, something that actually shocked you since Dean didn't seem the type to go so deep in a relationship. Especially without sex.

At first, he didn’t tell you what he did for a living, just gave you his number and said he had to go. But he promised to call and you promised to wait for his call. And he did. He called and came back time and time again, always only for a day or two but he always made it worth your wile. When he finally told you what he did, at first you thought he was insane or coming up with some extravagant reason to get rid of you. But you couldn’t deny the look in his eyes and the genuine tone of his voice. He had expected you to kick him out, call it off and never want to see him again. So when you kissed him, it caught him off guard.

“No matter where you go or what you do, I’ll always be here waiting for you.” Words that you would repeat over and over whenever he would doubt your devotion to him. Outside your home, he bore a deadly burden but when he was with you, he was free and relaxed. The stories he told you of other hunters made you sad and made him doubt that you could make this work. But when you said you loved him, both of you were willing to see this through no matter what. Whether death separated the two of you, you would rather live a short life with him than a long life without ever knowing him.

And now as he drove towards uncertainty, he realized that you were all he ever wanted, the only one he ever truly loved so deeply. Knowing that you were waiting for him made him smile, true and genuinely smile, a light blush on his cheeks. “I love her.” He stated out loud to no one before he chuckled softly.

[waywardnerd67]

I Still Love You

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Description: Dean Winchester is reminded of a love he left behind to search for his father thirteen years ago. What happens when he takes a chance reaching out to her to rekindle the feelings he has for her?

Warnings: Fluffiest fluff to ever fluff.

Word Count: 2426

Song Choice: “Break Up with Him” – Old Dominion

A/N: @carryonmywaywardcaptain CarryOnCap500 writing challenge. Lyrics are in bold. This is my first writing challenge and only the second fanfic I have posted on here. A little nervous… but pushing myself out of my comfort zone. Sorry for any mistakes within in this, I tried hard to make sure there were not any but I am only human. Hope everyone enjoys this!

Ever since that damn song came on Dean could not get the image of her out of his head. Sam had been listening to the radio in the kitchen as he was making lunch. Passing by to go to his room he heard the familiar tune of a country song that at one point was one of his favorites. Ever since that faithful moment he had left her in the dead of night with a letter explaining everything. Driving from the University of New Orleans to Stanford it was the only song he listened to and after that he never listened to it again. When he heard the chorus coming from the kitchen his heart dropped breaking into a million pieces. 

Dean walked quickly to his room shutting the door behind him. He pulled out a ratty shoe box being held together by duct tape. He was the only one who knew he had it and the contents inside of it. Dean had not opened it in years with everything that had been going on in life. He sat down on his bed with the box and grabbed his phone. He synced his Bluetooth headphones to it and looked up ‘My Wish’ by Rascal Flatts on YouTube. The music and lyrics overwhelmed him like a waterfall flowing over him. He pulled out the cassette tape she had made specifically for him. The writing on the label faded slightly from sitting for so long. There was a napkin with her name and phone number on it from the night he met her. Then there were two pictures of them together looking like a normal happy couple. 

The first picture was taken on their second date where her friends crashed it not believing she was going on a date. Her roommate snapped a picture when Dean had leaned over firmly planting a kiss on her cheek as she was laughing. The second picture was a series of photos from a photo booth. She wanted to go to a local carnival and he wanted to make her happy in any way he could. He won her a stuff bear at a shooting game that was unfair for him to play being the experienced hunter he was. They went on all the rides at least twice and then she spotted the photo booth. She dragged him inside the tiny booth sitting on his lap for both of them to fit comfortably. The first picture they simply smiled at the camera. The second picture he rolled his eyes as she pushed his face away with her hand. Her adorable face was scrunched up and her pouty full lips were puckered. The third picture she was kissing his cheek and he had a big goofy smile spread wide across his face. The finally picture was his favorite. He had turned to her and brought her lips down to his. Her hands were in his hair as one of his was in hers. The kiss had last much longer than it took to take the picture and it was someone knocking on the booth that brought them both back to reality. 

Seeing the pictures brought a small smile to Dean’s face. The only items left in the box were letters, love notes and drawings that she had left for him over the three-month period he stayed in New Orleans. A voodoo healer had brought him into town that within two weeks he was able to take care of. He was having a celebratory drink or two at a local college bar when she had walked into his life. What was supposed to be a one-night thing turned into a three month stay in which was the longest he ever stayed in one town. He kept in contact with his dad each week until he received a message from him that worried Dean. For a week he tried to get ahold of him and when he could not he knew he need to find him. Going out to find him meant leaving her and the agonizing pain that brought him was worse than any monster could inflict on him. He would never be able to face her and say goodbye so he did what he did best. In the middle of the night after making love to her one last time he left her a letter explaining everything and he packed up his bag leaving the one woman he loved more than any other.

Dean put everything back into the shoe box sliding it under his bed and laid back listening to the song on repeat. His dreams were filled of memories and what could have been if he had stayed. After waking up for the third or fourth time Dean decided to get up and go into the library of the Men of Letters Bunker. His laptop was still in the spot he left it and he turned it on intended to watch Netflix or something to take his mind off her. An hour later he had search every search engine he had access to finding out everything he could on her. She was never married, but from her social media pages she was dating someone. She was a published author, blogger and book editor in Chicago. He found her address and phone number writing everything down in his journal. She looked happy and she was more beautiful now than thirteen years ago. Dean shut down his computer and went back to his room with his journal. He paced around for an hour before he got fed up and decided to take action.

He left Sam a note explaining he need a few days to himself to clear his head. Packing his duffel with clothes, charging cords, his laptop and the ratty old shoe box he left the Bunker for the eleven hour trip to Chicago. He popped in the old cassette she made him and this time he was no longer sad hearing the song, but determined. Dean’s life was one crap show after another and he knew anyone that was close to him could be in harm’s way. He sacrificed his own happiness to personally take on the task of saving the world from monsters. He had been down every dark path there was, died multiple times, was a demon and loss too many friends and family to count. For once in his life he was choosing his happiness over anyone else’s. Even if it was just to see her or hear her only once again. He had to make sure she was happy and beg her to forgive him.

Once he arrived in Chicago he searched out where she worked and found there was a coffee shop nearby she frequently visited. Thankfully, it was warm in Chicago so Dean wore a simple black t-shirt with dark denim jeans and a black ball-cap with dark Ray Bans. He sat outside sipping his black coffee and watching people walking by. That is when he saw her walking across the street with two other ladies. Her (Y/H/C) hair was pulled back and she wore a simple cream colored blouse with a black flowing skirt that came down to her knees. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the warm weather and her (Y/E/C) eyes were shining brightly in the midday sun. She walked into the coffee shop and Dean lowered his sunglasses to get a better look at her. She was gorgeous and it took everything in Dean to stay in his seat. She walked out with her friends and sat at the table behind him. Easily he could hear everything they were talking about.

“(Y/N) what is going on with you and Oliver lately?” She sighed, “I don’t know. I like him a lot but there is just something missing. You know?” Both of her friends groaned. “No, we don’t know. Oliver has everything you ever want in a man. He’s successful, financially stable, fun to be around and drop dead gorgeous. What else is missing?” She laughed and it was music to Dean’s ears. He shifted slightly taking another drink of his coffee. “I know, I know. Oliver is perfect and I think that is what the problem is. I don’t necessarily want someone perfect. I want someone to sweep me off my feet and make impulsive decisions with. I want someone to lay their head in my lap as I read a manuscript and take stupid pictures together.” Her friends must have made a face because she started laughing again. “Don’t judge me. There is a guy out there who will do that with me and I just haven’t found him yet. Until he comes along I will keep on dating seeing if I can find him.” The three of them got up walking across the street again. Dean took off his glasses with a smile on his face brighter than the sun.

Sitting in his motel room, with a few shots of whiskey in him, he was staring at his phone. “Come on, Dean. You can do this. Just call her.” He looked at the time seeing it was a little after eleven o’clock, but knowing her she would still be up working. Finally, he dialed her number and on the third ring she picked up, “Hello?” Dean paused for a moment enjoying the sound of her voice, “Hey girl, what’s up?” He heard her take in a sharp breath. “Dean?” she asked breathlessly. “I know it’s late, but I knew you’d pick it up. How are you, (Y/N)?” He asked starting to pace around his room. “Seriously, you’re calling me after thirteen years?! Are you drunk or something?” (Y/N) was mad and she had every right to be. “Naw, I ain’t drunk. Okay, maybe I do have a little buzz but that song came on and I just thought what harm could come from one little call?” She sighed in frustration and finally asked, “Dean, why are you calling me after so long?”

He took a long drink from the bottle of whiskey for a little courage. “Like I said, I heard our song and I looked you up. I wanted to see that you’re happy and taken care of.” The was silence on the other end of the phone, “(Y/N)?” She finally said something, “You always did have the worst timing ever. I’m with someone Dean. He’s a great guy who could take care of me if I didn’t have memories of you and of us floating in my head from my college days.” Her tone was harsh and he flinched slightly. “I know you say you’re taken, but what if I said that night was the biggest mistake of my life. The one thing in my life I regret most of all.” She muttered a few choice words, “It’s too late Dean. Like I said I am with someone what am I supposed to do, huh?” Dean ran his large hand through his sandy brown hair, “To tell him that it’s over. Then bring it on over. Stringing him along any longer girl, it’s just wasting precious time. Girl, you know it can’t wait. Rip it off just like a band-aid. The way you look at me, girl, you can’t pretend. I know you ain’t in love with him, break up with him.” She let out a laugh that made him smile, “Are you serious? Yeah, I’ll just break up with him. Tell him my boyfriend from thirteen years ago, who dumped me in a letter without saying goodbye, wants me back.” He loved it when she was sarcastic and angry. She was only like that when she was passionate about something.

“C'mon you can’t deny that you and I kinda fit like a glove. So, tell him that it’s over.” Dean boldly said. Taking another drink from his bottle he continued, “I know that you so done with him, break up with him. Break up with him. You would’ve hung up by now if you weren’t thinking it too. No pressure, whatever, just do what you gotta do, but if I was you I’d tell him that it’s over. Then bring it on over here. I’m staying at Lake Shore Motel just outside of downtown Chicago. Room 24. If you decide you can forgive me and want to give us a try then I’ll be here until tomorrow afternoon. If not, then don’t show up and I will leave you alone for good.” There was silence on the other end. “Goodnight Dean.” Before he could say anything else she hung up. Dean looked down at his phone slightly shocked. A huge part of him felt he deserved her angry, but deep down he was hopeful to see her one more time.

The next morning, he woke up with a dull headache. He got up showering and getting dressed in his normal attire. He walked down the street to a local diner to grab some breakfast and much needed coffee. He kept checking his phone wishing for (Y/N) to call. He sent a text to Sam letting him know he was okay. Dean paid for his meal and started walking back to the motel. He was rolling up his flannel sleeves when he noticed someone leaning up against his 1967 Chevy Impala. The closer he got he realized it was (Y/N) in a pair of denim shorts with a white tank top and flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tied around her waist. She turned towards him as she heard him approaching. Her beautiful hair was swaying in the breeze and her eyes were covered by her sunglasses.

“I still love you. Even after all the crap you pulled on me down in New Orleans, I still love you. Instead of spending my week of vacation in the Bahamas with, my now ex-boyfriend, Oliver. You now have a week to make up for the last thirteen years of dating men who would never live up to you. So, pretty boy, you better bring your A-game because you have a tough job ahead of you.” Dean smirked, quickly closing the distance between them pulling her into his strong arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m up for the challenge starting with this.” He leaned down kissing her as if his life depended on it. When he finally pulled away she was breathless and smiling brightly. “By the way, I still love you too.” He said chuckling as she reached up kissing him again.

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

CarryOnCap500 Submissions Deadline!

Hey friends! I’m so excited to post the Masterlist for my very first challenge! The Masterlist will actually go up Monday evening 4/23. They’re technically due tomorrow so I can finish putting the post together, but I feel like more people are online Monday vs. Sunday nights. (also to give those of you who still haven’t submitted yours as much time as possible)

I get writer’s block ALL THE TIME (hence my lack of SPN fics as of late), and life happens. There’s absolutely no penalties, and I’ll still include your story even if I don’t get it tomorrow. But I HIGHLY ENCOURAGE you to get it submitted because if it’s on the original Masterlist more friends will see it, more people will read it, and you deserve to have your work appreciated and spread in such a way!

If you whip out stories like magic, feel free to write another tonight and I’d be happy to add it as well: CarryOnCap Song Challenge. I can’t believe I’m almost to 1,100 of you lovelies now, and I’ll think of something else to do if I hit 1,500 followers someday :) I love you and all of our interactions to pieces, and hope you enjoyed the challenge.

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[time-travel-bouqet]

Songs About Rain

Title Songs About Rain

Pairing: Dean x Reader, mention of Sam

Word Count: 2998( those song lyrics got me) :)

Summary: Dean and Y/N part ways, but music has a way of bringing up the past.

Warnings: mention of blood/violence, language, drinking and driving, slight car crash, angst

A/N: I decided the best way to get my feet wet would be by participating in @carryonmywaywardcaptain’s Song Challenge for her 500 Followers. Congrats dear, I love reading your stuff! So my song was Songs About Rain by Gary Allan. I also incorporated the songs mentioned within the song. Rainy Night in Georgia by Conway Twitty, Kentucky Rain by Elvis, Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again by the Fortunes, Blue Eyes Cryin in the Rain by Willie Nelson and last but not least Georgia Rain by Trisha Yearwood(not mentioned but it fit well). Song lyrics are in italics.

There are so many sad songs about rain... Anyway hope you enjoy it! This is my first fic, so please forgive any typos or grammatical errors. :) I’d love feedback if you’d like to give it!

It had been a nasty hunt against more werewolves than you had ever faced. This was just the latest in a month long string of close calls. All three of you were scratched to hell, but you had borne the brunt of it when you had been surprised and surrounded by three at once. You had Dean’s shirt balled up and pressed against your side to slow blood coming from a nasty gash. The car ride was painfully silent as you saw Dean glare at you in the mirror. You mustered up a small smile to try and reassure him that you were fine, but you knew it wouldn’t work. You knew that you had scared the hell out of Dean, and frankly you had scared the hell out of yourself, too.

Once in the room you peeled off your shirt and Sam started to take care of your wounds. You usually stitched yourself up but this time it just wasn’t possible to reach. As Sam started cleaning your side you waited for Dean to come in and talk to him about what was going through his head. You were zoned out as Sam started in with the first stitch.

“Shit!” you shout louder than you mean to.

“y/n drink the whisky, it will take the edge off. I’m sorry but this is going to hurt. It’s a damn bad gash.” Sam replies as he goes back to stitching.

“Sam, you know I love you. And you know I’m in love with your brother, right?” you ask absently looking at the door. Dean still hadn’t come in. This was bad.

“Yes, y/n. And you know Dean loves you too, he just expresses it in ways other than words. That’s why he’s beside himself because he blames himself for you getting hurt.”

This snaps you back to attention. You look at Sam eye to eye, which you can do since he’s kneeling and you are sitting on the bed.  You take his face in your hands to make sure he pays attention.

“Sam, I’m tired. Dean’s tired. We love each other but in this lifestyle, that’s a weakness. Just tonight it was used against us. Now you are sewing me up and Dean’s outside trying to talk himself into ending us. I know him, Sam. He thinks it’s going to end bloody. And I think he’s right.” You say with a dramatic swing of your arm across your bloody half stitched abdomen.

“y/n you can’t leave hi-” Sam started but you cut him off.

“Sam, I love your brother more than anything. I would die for him, but I can’t imagine living with myself if he died being reckless for me. He’s become so concerned about keeping me safe that he hasn’t been thinking straight on these hunts. He’s going to tell me to leave and I am going to go. It will be hard, but it’s what is best for everybody.” You picked up the whisky and started to take big gulps ignoring the burn in your throat.

Just then the door swung open and Dean came barging in and right over to you two.

“Sammy go get a beer or something… y/n and I need to talk.” He said in a tone Sam knew was not a question.

You looked at Sam with a knowing smile and squeezed his hand. “It’s all right.” You said with a small hitch in your voice. He gave you a squeeze back and then headed for the door.

Dean took over the stitching and didn’t say a word.

“Talk to me” you implored.

He bowed his head and just sat there looking quietly defeated.

“Please… you have to talk to me” you plead.

“I’ve been outside for all this time trying to put how I feel into words. I love you damnit, ok?! That’s what it is. That’s why you must go. I can’t lose you! And that’s why I can’t have you. I can’t be with you. I can live with myself knowing that you are safe and happy somewhere far away from me and this life.” Dean bent over and buried his face in his hands.

“I love you Dean and this hurts like hell. But Dean…” you grab his chin and make him look at you.

“it’s all right.” You kiss him deeply and start to close your eyes but feel him pull away.

“The hell it is.” He says as he pushes off the bed.

“Will you go find Sam and bring him back please, I know he’s exhausted.” You prompt, try to get Dean focused on his brother, but you really need a few minutes alone. You are about to come undone and you just want some time to cry.

“I’ll be right back.” Dean says bending to kiss you and lingering a little longer than usual. You wrap your arms around him and breathe in deep recording his smell and this moment to your memory.  By the time the brothers return you are already in the bed you were sharing with Dean. As Sam heads for the shower, Dean lays with you.  You entangle each other in arms and legs, simply wanting to be as close as possible for a while. The stress of the day catches up to Dean and you can tell he’s about to pass out.

“y/n..” he whispers.

“hmm” you respond stroking his hair.

“what if this is a mistake?” his eyes suddenly wide and afraid.

You try to muster a smile and barely succeed.

“Babe. I love you. It’s all right” you respond with a final kiss and then roll away from him as your tears fall.

You waited until both brothers were snoring lightly before you attempted to leave. You knew you may not be very successful. However, the stress of the day had caused them to be in a heavier sleep than normal. You jotted a note by the light of the neon sign outside the window and left it on the dresser as you grabbed your suitcase.

I love you boys. Be safe. Dean please try to be happy. It’s all right… I love you.

-y/n

You turned and gave the boys a last glance and headed to the bus station next door.

Five Years later

 “Did you find any leads in the paper?” Dean asked his brother impatiently.

“No, nothing that connects to the other murders” Sam said shrugging and turning the page.

“Ugh, I can’t stand country music,” Dean complained as he flipped through the only stations that picked up in the small Georgia town. “Why would a town not have a classic rock station?”

“Well, we are in the country…” Sam rolled his eyes and went back to the paper.

“Man, I can’t wait until I get that part to fix the tape player.” Dean fumed.

“Oh shit” Sam said and closed the paper quickly.

Dean eyed him suspiciously “Did you find something?”  he asked.

“It’s not important, it doesn’t pertain to the case.” Sam replied.

“Spill it dude” Dean demanded.

“It’s y/n. She got married yesterday. Apparently, she lives in a town about 10 minutes from here. I forgot she was from Georgia.”

“Oh…” Dean responded numbly as he turned into the parking lot of the hospital. He knew he had a role to play, but suddenly his mind was far off. He followed Sam into the building somehow moving on autopilot. He heard Sam introduce himself, but he felt like he was in a dream.

“Hello sir, I’m Agent Page.” Sam started and then turned to Dean who was not even facing the right direction. “And this is Agent Bonham, he’s very tired from our long trip. Please, we won’t be taking very long if you could show us the body.” Sam followed the elderly doctor until he realized that Dean wasn’t moving.

“Dude, pull it together. You’re going to blow this.” Sam chided his brother but gave him an understanding pat on the back.

As they entered the small morgue, a small radio sat on the counter playing low. Sam was intently talking to the doctor, but Dean couldn’t help to hear the song that somehow sounded just as sad as he felt.

“Here comes that rainy day feeling again And soon my tears they will be falling like rain It always seems to be a Monday Left over memories of Sunday always spent with you Before the clouds appeared and took away my sunshine”

“And for all ya’ll feeling down that was a classic hit Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again by The Fortunes” a smooth DJ’s voice announced over the radio.

Sam was elbowing Dean now to motion him out of the room. Dean was oblivious that he had missed the whole meeting with the Doctor and had no clue what had even happened.

As they headed for the car Sam motioned for Dean to give him the keys. Sam knew that the news had hit his brother hard when he tossed over the keys without protest.

“Let’s grab a bite to eat, burgers always make you happy.” Sam suggested. He knew food wouldn’t help his brother’s pain, but he knew trying to finish this case right now would be useless. Dean shrugged and climbed into the passenger’s seat.

At Betsy’s Café they sat silently in the last available booth. Dean ordered a burger he didn’t touch and Sam took small bites of his salad while trying to joke to pull Dean out of his painful memories. Sam remembered how bad Dean had been for months after y/n left. He knew that even though Dean had told her to go, the way she had done it in the middle of the night had almost killed him. Hell, he had even tried to find her. Not knowing where she was and if she was safe was his personal hell.

Sam had finally given up and was finishing his salad in silence when he heard the jukebox start up. As he listened he cursed this hole in the wall for still having a jukebox. He saw Dean’s eyes get wide as the words sank in.

Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night and you were gone Don't know why you'd run What you're running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home So I'm walking in the rain I've loved you much too long My love's too strong To let you go, never knowing what went wrong

“I do love Elvis, and this was one of Bob’s favorites” The older lady in the booth behind Dean told her friend.

Sam knew he had to get his brother out of there quick. He threw $20 on the table and said, “Let’s go.” Dean followed silently.

“Ok Dean, let’s go get drunk.” Sam slapped his brother on the back and put on a smile for him.

Dean weakly returned it but his eyes remained stunned.

Sam drove them to the only bar in town a little rundown place that was barely big enough for the five tables and scruffy pool table in the corner.

Dean set in right away with a mission to get completely wasted. Sam found the jukebox and put in twenty dollars and picked every classic rock song that was offered. For a while everything was going good. It was only 10:30 when Dean heard the bartender call Last Call. He hated this town. As Dean called for another shot, he noticed that the music had slowed down and he somehow knew he was in trouble. He heard the people around him sing along to the Willie Nelson song. All Dean could think about was y/n. He thought about how she had cried that night all the while trying to comfort him.

In the twilight glow I see them Blue eyes cryin' in the rain When we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we'd never meet again

Love is like a dyin' ember Only memories remain Through the ages I'll remember Blue eyes cryin' in the rain

Dean had had enough. He shoved himself up and sent the barstool tumbling backwards.

“I’m lea- hic-ving” Dean mumbled and snatched the keys from Sam’s pocket. In the time that it took Sam to realize what had happened Dean had got enough head start to make it to the car and peel off.

“Damn country music.” Dean grumbled fiddling with the radio as he drove. He swerved and overcorrected, ending up in the middle of a field. The song that played was the final straw and Dean lost it as the lyrics progressed. All the past five years’ worth of pain was as fresh as yesterday.

Hoverin' by my suitcase Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night A heavy rain a fallin' Seems I hear your voice callin' "It's all right"

Neon signs a flashin' Taxi cabs and busses passin' through the night A rainy night in Georgia I believe it's rainin' all over the world

Late at night when it's hard to rest I hold your picture to my chest And I'm all right

“Screw It” Dean said and took out his phone. He knew it was useless and wrong, but he called the last number he had for you and listened to see if he heard your familiar message.

“Hey, you, leave a message and maybe I’ll call you back!” he heard your voice for the first time in years and it ripped his shredded heart even more than it already was.

Dean took a deep breath and started his message:

y/n listen I know you are married and I don’t want to cause any trouble but just please listen ok. Just listen.

Well this town has closed down way too early And there's nothin' to do So I'm drivin' around in circles and I'm thinkin' about you Today I heard you got a new last name, Sure didn't know it was gonna hit me this way And the radio just keeps playin' all these songs about rain

Now there's all kinda songs about babies and love that goes right, But for some unknown reason nobody wants to play them tonight, Hey I hope it's sunny wherever you are, But that's sure not the picture tonight in my car,

Well I thought I was over you But I guess maybe I'm not, 'Cause when I let you go looks like lonely is all that I got, Guess I'll never know what could have been, Sure ain't helpin' this mood that I'm in, If they're gonna keep on playin' these songs like

Rainy night in Georgia, Kentucky rain, Here comes that rainy day feelin' again, Blue eyes cryin' in the early mornin' rain, They go on and on, There's no two the same, Oh how I wish I could blame all these songs about rain.

Shit. What am I doing. Delete this. Bye.”

 “What the hell am I doing?” Dean asked himself as he pulled himself behind the steering wheel feeling suddenly sober and headed back to the hotel. He remembered he had left Sam at the bar, but didn’t feel so bad because it was a five-minute walk to the hotel. Everything in this town was so close Dean felt claustrophobic. This town and his memories were closing in on him and he needed to get out. As he headed back to the motel he didn’t notice the gray Honda following behind him.

“Who was that Babe?” Your husband asks as you finish checking your message.

“Someone I knew in a different life.” You say with a smile turning to look out the window to hide the tears that threaten to flood your face.

Your eyes grow big as you hear that unmistakable engine roar at the stop sign in front of you. You can’t believe that the boys are here. You and your husband were headed to the airport and you couldn’t believe the message you just got from Dean. Now he’s right in front of you. You couldn’t process. You had a great life and a wonderful new husband. But Dean was Dean. Shit you thought. Nope, you had said that out loud. “What is it?” your husband prompted.

“oh, uh, um, will you stop at the store by the hotel and get me some snacks and gum for the plane, babe, please?” you say with a smile. You were a terrible person. But you had to help Dean and this was the only way. You had fallen considerably behind the Impala, so when your Honda was parked and your husband went into the store you made quick work on the back of an envelope. You wrote:

 Dean-

 Please try to be happy. Promise me you’ll try. It’s still all right. I’m sorry I ran off. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry. IT’S YOUR TURN TO BE ALL RIGHT. Let me go.

Since rain is your nemesis tonight hopefully these lyrics helps :). I mean every word.

The Georgia Rain on the Jasper County clay Couldn't wash away the way I love you to this day The old dirt road's paved over now Nothin' here's the same Except for The Georgia Rain

Goodbye Dean

You scrambled back to your car and started your new life. The only time you looked back was to watch the Impala fade in your mirror.

The next morning Dean found your note under the windshield wiper. He thought the smudged ink had been made by the left-over raindrops on his wind shield. He had been partially right. He folded up the note and put it in his wallet. The day was new and there was not a cloud in sight. He knew you were happy, and safe. You were still concerned about his happiness and he was going to try his best to not let you down. He would work hard not to live in those songs about rain.

[julesthequirky]

It Started With A Beer

Summary: Sam and reader meet in a bar, not much to it, other than smut ensues.

Sam x Reader

WC: 1890

Warnings: smut, language and cheesy lines. XD

Beta read by @tvdspngirl314​ :)

A/N: Originally written for a challenge CarryOnCap500, I thought I’d lost this after recreating my account. So glad I found it! 

Feedback is GOLD! If you like it, reblog it! Cheers!

It started with a beer. Just one beer. In a shithole dive bar. Hotter than hell outside. He drank Bud Light, and you drank Corona. Soft classic rock played on the jukebox and he looked good in Levi’s and that grey t-shirt outlining every droolworthy muscle on his sculpted body. He wasn’t around from here, you could tell. Light stubble peppered his jaw and chin, and you were instantly interested.

He watched you across the bar.

“I see you eyein’ the Deputy’s daughter.”

Sam tore his eyes from you and turned to who had spoken. He was an older gent. Probably a patron.

“Deputy’s daughter?”

“Ayuh, boy. Could put a quarter in that girls back pocket n’ tell if its head or tails.” He drank his beer.

“Good to know.”

“You looking to knock boots with her, or sumthin’?”

Sam shook his head. He couldn’t believe the nerve of some people.

“You ain’t around from here are ya?”

“No, sir.”

“What you doin’ around here?”

“Just passing through.”

The patron grunted and turned back to drinking his beer. Sam directed his attention to where you were but had found you were now gone. He sighed and carried on drinking.

“Another one for me, Bill.”

He hadn’t noticed you move across the bar to get closer to him.

“Coming right up.”

You took up a stool beside the man with shaggy hair.

“Here ya are.” Bill said not particularly looking at you. He’d had more encounters with your daddy than anyone else and didn’t particularly want anymore.

Mmm Corona. Your favourite. Your daddy drank it when he was feeling frisky and your momma too. They’d have just the one, whilst you had four.

You looked beside you. He was drinking Bud.

“Hey.”

You watched him turn his face to you in surprise. He looked just like an adorable puppy then.

“Hey.” He answered.

He was even better looking close up. He smiled and you took a sip of your beer.

“I haven’t seen you around before, must be new.” You commented.

His lips were at the bottle top and curved into a smile before taking a sip of beer.

“No, I’m not new, I’m just passing through.”

“Aw. Shame. You got time before you run?”

He looked at you. “You like that with all the guys or-”

“Just the ones I like.” You finished.

“Oh yeah? You see anyone you like?” He had a small smile gracing his lips, his whole body turned to you resting his elbow on the bar.

“Oh honey, I’m looking right at him.”

His smile grew. You had a smirk playing on your lips and a glint in your eye. He ignored everyone around him, solely focusing on you.

It was hot as hell in the bar and he downed his beer, eyes on you the whole time.

He loved your tight t-shirt and cut-off jeans, your ass nearly hanging out.

“You got a name or am I gonna have to call you ‘Pretty Thing’ all night?” he asked.

“You haven’t called me ‘Pretty Thing’ yet.”

“Well, ‘Pretty Thing’, do you have a name?”

Your smile was lazy. “Maybe I just like you calling me’ Pretty Thing.’ You got a name?”

“Sam.”

“Sam…” His name rolled off your tongue.

The chemistry between you both was undeniable and the sexual tension you both emitted was beyond anything else.

 After finishing your beer, you laced your fingers with his and together you walked out the crowded bar. He pulled you to his old pickup. He was tall. Taller than most men and broader.

“Did you drive?” He asked.

You shook your head and got in the passenger side. He smirked and you put your hand on his jean clad thigh.

“Well, hey there, Sugar, someone’s eager.”

You began to slide you hand off his leg, but one of his big hands covered yours and bought it to his inner thigh. Heat pooled in between your legs and you felt that slow burn of desire unfurl in your gut.

“But I didn’t say I didn’t want it.”

You bit your lip.

He started the engine. Excitement and anticipation fluttered in your belly.

He drove. He drove out of the tiny town and you directed him toward an abandoned factory. It was set on a dirt road where you couldn’t be seen or heard, and no one came by. He stopped and you felt your core clench.

You hadn’t had sex in a while. Your daddy drove anyone off within a mile, and none of the locals would even dare to go near you. A one-night stand was exactly what you wanted. No strings. No attachment. Just sex. And he wasn’t a local. Jackpot.

“Out on the back of my truck, baby.”

Your toes curled and you slid open the window to the back. You crawled through and shimmied your way out. Sam stepped out and saw you already in the back. He smiled.

“You sure you want this?”

You nodded.

“Good.”

He stepped up onto the back of the pickup and sat beside you. His large hand cupped your cheek, gently pulling you to face him. His lips found yours and gave you a scorching kiss. He pulled you on him, squeezing your ass, sliding to your thighs. You moaned in the kiss, his fingers touching lightly on your inner thighs. You rocked against him ready and willing. Your sex clenched deliciously.

It was hot in the late afternoon sun, and it felt a million times hotter as your blood heated from Sam’s touch. Your hands moved under Sam’s t-shirt feeling the contours of his pecs and abs. His breathing shallowed. You wanted every inch of this man. You wanted to be on top, underneath him. You wanted to be covered with this man.

You were suddenly flipped, now underneath him. His large deft hands kneading your ass. You writhed underneath, your hands gripping his waist. You whined for more.

“Tell me your name.”

“Y/N.”

Voices

You gave in, moving your hips against his growing bulge.

His fingers trailed a hot path to your clothed sex. Your hips moved as his whole hand covered you.

You pulled at his t-shirt, pushing it up his body. His hand left you to take his t-shirt off. You sucked in a breath and took in his bronzed glory.

“Sam”. You breathed.

His chest rose and fell with every breath. You needed his hand back there.

“I know.” He murmured.

You sat up and his hands pulled your t-shirt swiftly off. He unhooked your bra leaving you bare to him. Your nipples peaked at the change. He cupped one, rolling it in his hand, fingers pinching the nipple. You bucked and moaned. He was toying with you. Making you wait.

Your hands tugged at his belt and a low rumble vibrated his chest as he gave a low chuckle.

“Little Miss Eager.”

You nodded. Yes, you were. You hadn’t had good dick in ages, thanks to your asshole of a father.

“I need-” You started.

“I know what you need.”

His hand left your breast and both hands tugged at your cut-off jeans. You helped him and he swooped them off your legs, letting them fall back. You were in your tiny G-string which barely covered you. His tongue crept to the edge of his lips and you felt yourself slicken. He trailed a thick finger down your stomach to your sex. You watched your breath in your throat. His hazel eyes blown with lust had a predatory hunger in them that left you aching for more.

He pressed you down with his hand, making you lay back on the warm hard bed of the pickup.

You heard a shuffling of material, and you realized he was shucking his jeans off. You didn’t get to take a look as he was over your body before you knew it, his hand gliding a scintillating path back down. Your stomach flipped. A big finger slid past your panty string and dragged it down your wet sex.

Jesus, fuck.

“Mmm, so damn wet for me.”

His touch felt so good. You wanted, no, needed more. Your toes curled as two fingers plunged inside. You cried out. Thank God. Involuntarily your muscles clenched around his fingers, he rested his arm above you. He pumped his fingers in and out of you steadily. You moved your hips desperate to be sated.

It didn’t take long for you to feel that familiar heat tighten in your gut. Your hands gripped the edges of the pickup as your hips writhed, triggering more sparks from your clit. His fingers curled and you cried out, your womb convulsing, had you clenching hard around him and then you were bereft of his touch.

You breathed hard.

“Damn, I was so close” You whined, deprived of your orgasm.

He smiled and licked his lips looking down at you, admiring your nakedness.

He pushed your legs apart and pushed the band to one side.

“I know.”

You felt his swollen head at your entrance.

“Tell me, Y/N, how hard do you like to get fucked?” He asked as he pushed himself inside you. He was thick. Thicker and longer than anyone else you had had, making you shudder in delight.

“Hard.” You sucked in a breath until he was pressing on your cervix. He filled you deliciously and beautifully and needless to say you wanted more.

Sam was good dick. He hadn’t even moved, and you already knew.

He sucked his lower lip and let it pop out.

“You better hold on to somethin’”

Like what?

His hands on your hips held you firmly.

He withdrew and you let out the breath you had been holding.

He slammed into you. Hard was what you wanted and hard was what you were getting. He made nerve endings inside your sex sing.

He set a bruising pace, his hands almost crushing your hips. But you didn’t care. You held onto Sam, your legs wrapping around him as your sex began to buzz. You were already slick but with each stroke you found yourself lubricating around his shaft. His pelvis slammed down on your clit and again you felt the heat coil.

Shit.

Sam shifted slightly, stroking the pebble like spot inside you, setting alight a path of destruction.

The coil inside your gut tightened. Then exploded. Your legs shook as you clenched hard around his cock, soaking him, screaming out, your back arching, hands grabbing hold of him harder.

Sam rode through your orgasm, the snap of his hips were becoming sloppier by the second. He grunted in your ear and then felt the thick ropes of cum spurt inside you, waves of bliss weakening.

He stayed, giving you little kisses on your head, letting you get your breath back as the sweat cooled

“That was something else.”

You hummed in agreement.

“To think, it all started with a beer.”

You laughed and he eased himself out, rolling onto his back. The warm sun kissed your skin.

You turned to look at him.

“How much longer you gonna be here?”

He looked at you.

“For that tight pussy of yours, as long as I wanna be.”

You both stayed there a little longer. Needless to say, Sam never left the backwater town in the middle of nowhere.

[spnfanficpond]

Sam x reader

Summary: Reader and sam meet in a bar, not much to it, smut ensues.

Warnings: smut, language and cheesy lines.

WC: 1890

Beta read by @tvdspngirl314​ :)

A/N: Originally written for a challenge CarryOnCap500, I thought I’d lost this after recreating my account. So glad I found it!

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

CarryOnCap’s 500 Follower Song Challenge!!

My Masterlist

Heyo! I’ve met so many wonderful friends in my few months here on Tumblr, and I can’t wait to meet some more lovely people!

I like doing fic challenges and reading other people’s submissions, so I thought it might be fun to host my own. My favs revolve around songs, so I’ve compiled a list of some kick ass lyrics/songs that I’m obsessed with or that remind me of our SPN boys (or gals!). The rules are below! Please feel free to reblog, participate, and invite other writers whose fics you enjoy that I might not even know about.

Send an ask to participate! I’ll answer publically so everyone can see which ones have been taken.

Include your first and second choices in case I’m not up to date on answering everyone. (Life happens, sorry friends!)

Gotta be SPN fandom (sorry Jensen and Jared, I still love you two!)

Must be Reader x SPN character. I’m personally a Dean girl, but I know everyone has their favs and I don’t want to hinder your story in any way! So anyone goes.

Fluff, angst, smut—whatever are all welcome, but please mark the warnings appropriately.

Try to keep it under 3k words. And PLEASE use the “Keep Reading” option.

Must stand alone or be the first part of a new series.

You can use as many or as few of the song lyrics as you want, or use the content of the song, just make sure you incorporate the song as a pretty central piece!

Tag me in the A/N and use #CarryOnCap500 in the first few tags so I can find it!

Below is a list of 40 songs. I tried to have a wide range to suit a lot of different tastes. If you finish one and feel inspired enough to do a second fic, feel free! I would be happy to add your work to the Masterlist even if you already did one.

The Masterlist will go up April 15 April 22, so please have your fics submitted by then! But I will be reblogging fics as they are submitted to me.

If you don’t know the songs, look ‘em up! I promise they’re bangers and well worth your listening time :)

Tagging people at the bottom who I think might be interested! If not, feel free to ignore, homies.

Sweetheart- Thomas Rhett: @ericaprice2008

Star of the Show- Thomas Rhett: @wonderfulworldofwinchester

Singles You Up- Jordan Davis

Hope That I Don’t Fall in Love With You- Tom Waits

Open Arms- Journey

Tuesday’s Gone- Lynyrd Skynyrd:  @waywardrose13

Hold On Loosely- 38 Special

Perfect- Ed Sheeran: @lovemesomepie85 ( @msimpala67 ) 

Happier- Ed Sheeran

Inner Demons- Julia Brennan: @coolpencilpie

100 in a 55- Pop Evil

Break Up With Him- Old Dominion: @waywardnerd67

All or Nothing- Theory of a Deadman (or honestly any Theory song. THEY’RE MY FAV.)

Since You’ve Been Gone- Theory of a Deadman

Angel- Theory of a Deadman

Broken- Seether: @keepcalmimthecupcake

If You Only Knew- Shinedown

Alive- Adelitas Way

Addicted- Saving Abel

Never Too Late- Three Days Grace

Tennessee Whiskey- Chris Stapleton: @emoryhemsworth

Blue Ain’t Your Color- Keith Urban: @squirrel-moose-winchester

Hold That Thought- Chuck Wicks

Just One Yesterday- Fall Out Boy: @docharleythegeekqueen

Hurt- Johnny Cash’s version: @little-red-83

It All Started with a Beer- Frankie Ballard: @julesthequirky

You Are the Best Thing- Ray Lamontagne: @amanda-teaches

Songs About Rain- Gary Allen: @time-travel-bouquet

Your Man- Josh Turner

Everything’s Wrong- Crossfade

Terrible Things- Mayday Parade: @superwholockacholic

You Shook Me All Night Long- AC/DC

Back in Black- AC/DC: @waywardbaby

Familiar Taste of Poison- Halestorm

Help- Papa Roach

Hooked on a Feeling- Blue Swede: @growningupgeek

So Far Away- Staind

Stay a Little Longer- Brothers Osborne: @satans-sass-blog

Can I Be Him- James Arthur

Iris- Goo Goo Dolls: @grace-for-sale

BONUS-- Don’t like my awesome taste in music? Have a different song in mind that you’ve had rattling around in your head? Send me an ask! If it’s a banger, we can probably work something out

Next Contestant- Nickelback: @pheonyxstorm 

Closer- Nine Inch Nails: @theworldiscolorful

Stay A Little Longer- Brothers Osborne @theworldiscolorful

Wait For Me- Theory: @fandomoniumflurry

Let It Die- Three Days Grace: @waywardnerd67

@because-imma-lady-assface  @cassieraider  @ericaprice2008  @grace-for-sale  @obsessivecompulsivespn  @olkathefoxi  @sea040561  @waywardnerd67  @whimsicalrobots  @wonderfulworldofwinchester  @abaddonwithyall  @anotherwaywardsister  @bringmesomepie56  @babypieandwhiskey  @eyes-of-a-disney-princess  @emilywritesaboutdean @ilostmyshoe-79  @impalaimagining  @impala-dreamer  @iwantthedean @imascreamerbabymakemeamute  @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @katymacsupernatural   @lovesj2m  @riversong-sam  @rosethesupernaturalhunter  @supernatural-jackles  @thejabberwock  @torn-and-frayed  @trexrambling  @winchesterenthusiast  @sis-tafics  @mensheznaeshkrep4espish  @squirrel-moose-winchester

[coolpencilpie]

Angel, Don’t Give Up On Me

Summary: Something terrible happens to you and everyone is trying to help but they can’t. Not even one special angel.

Pairing: Castiel x reader (x Dean)

Word Count: 2485

Warnings: angst, abuse, rape, nightmares and angst stuff

A/N: This is for @carryonmywaywardcaptain‘s 500 Follower Song Challenge with Inner Demons by Julia Brennan. I am not that satisfied with the outcome and there’s kind of a cliffhanger but weeeeell. Anyway, am I a bad person because I like writing this dark stuff? Naahh. I hope you like it!

“No, please. Just stop”, you whimper. You close your eyes, you couldn’t bear the sight of it. You try to pull yourself together, keep you from sobbing, it would just be more painful. You scream, try to kick, hit and bite. But you are more powerless than ever before. As you feel your jeans being removed, you shiver, the terrifying foreboding is feeding on you. You wish with everything you have, you could faint, black out, just be unconscious. Even as you feel like every bit of emotion is sucked out of you, you experience everything. You are present. You feel every touch, every grip on you, every fingertip on your skin. The tight pressure on your throat, choking you, causes you to open your eyes in agony. You stare right into the black, soulless eyes in front of you.

“No, God, no!” You try to spin around, flee. The figure opens its muzzle, dark smoke escapes out of the mouth. With unbearable strength the death cloud invades you, fills you up. You feel your mind leaving the control centre in your head, being pushed out. You become a silent observer. You lash about, just to notice that none of your extremities is moving a muscle. The realization of lost control hits you.

You see your body start walking. You would love to run, get away. But you can’t run away from something that is inside you. Just in pants and your ripped shirt you make your way through the alleys.

People stare at you, try to help but you just pray they won’t, so they don’t get hurt.

Suddenly you turn left and walk on the street filled with cars. You want to stop, you fight your own legs. But you keep moving, steady approaching the centre of the street. You stop. The power inside you leaves, you feel the control back in your own hands. The smoke departs into the sky.

This brief moment of relief is quickly interrupted by a clamant honking behind you. The second you spin around, you only see blinding lights. A hit and you finally black out.

 “Hello, my name is Y/N and I…I…”

“It’s ok, Y/N. Take your time.”

“I…was raped.”

The group welcomes you in a synchronous repeat of your name.

“Thank you, Y/N. We all know how difficult it is to say it out loud, right?”

Everyone sitting in the chair circle nods understanding and mumbles yes or right.

“I bet.” You cover your lower arms and cross them in front of your torso.

After one hour of discussing everyone else’s psychic dramas, you are finally free to go. You walk down the street, looking to the ground.

It’s like you can feel the looks on your skin, even if there’s no skin to see or any looks on you. You hope this walk will be over as fast as possible, so you can lay down under a thick blanket and maybe die because of the loss of oxygen. Or not.

An unpleasant collision tears you from your thoughts.

“I apologize. I didn’t see- “, a man starts.

But you already move on, your gaze back on the dirty street.

He still stands there, watching you walking away.

“What is it, Cas?” Dean asks.

“I just thought…there was this woman, she…she was hurt very badly.”

“What? Where? Is she bleeding?” Dean looks around nervously.

“No, Dean. Inside. She was hurt inside, her soul. It’s so broken, I never saw something like that before.” Castiel still stares into the direction you went.

“Who is it?” Dean asks.

“Over there, Y/H/C hair, with the black jacket.” He points at you from the distance.

As you turn to cross the street, your heart speeds up. A man is standing on the other side, looking exactly like the demon that abused you. You blink a few times to clear your sight, he’s gone. The flashback hits you again but you just swallow it and act like an ordinary human.

“Wait. Could that be…”, Dean rummages around in his pockets, “yes, I knew it. That’s her. She’s the third victim. Did you get to talk to her?”

“No, she didn’t seem to be interested in a male interrogator.”

The two observe your movements. “We should ask her about it.”

You are now at home, under the blanket, waiting for the day to pass. It knocks at the door but you didn’t order something, so you just keep laying in your bed. It knocks again, every hit gives you a little shiver.

Cushioned by the fabric over your head you don’t hear your look being opened manually. Heavy footsteps approach.

“Stop right there or I swear, I will send you right to hell!” You point the loaded gun at the two men in your apartment. One lifts his arms and turns around slowly, while the other one just tilts his head and looks at you in confusion. Only now you notice your shaking hands. Your fingers moving fretful without control. You try to hold the gun tighter, so it is not too obvious that you are not able to hit any target.

As the one man finally turns his face in your direction, you recognize it immediately.

“Winchester?” You gasp silently.

“Uh, yes?”

You chuckle softly.

“Could you please put the gun down?” He asks, kindness in his voice.

You almost forgot about that. Slowly you lower your hands and put the pistol back in your nightstand.

“Come in, I guess?” You laugh, a bit too much joy in your words to sound realistic.

“We’re already in- “, “It’s ok, Cas.”

You invite the men to sit in the living room which is your kitchen and dining room at the same time.

“How do you know, who I am?”, Dean asks.

“You’re the Winchesters. I am guessing…Dean”, you look at the green-eyed man, “and Sam? Always thought you were taller and had longer hair, but ok.”

“I am Castiel. I’m an angel.” Cas straightens his tie, a bit of proudness in his dark voice.

“Well good for you, Trenchie.” Castiel’s face is filled with disappointment, a human not being completely astonished by his angel-ness sure is rare.

“But you got me right. How?” Dean says, changing the subject back to him.

“All hunters know you.”

“So, you’re a hunter?”

“I maybe once was, yeah. But that isn’t working for me anymore. Wouldn’t hit a building right in front of me with these nerves”, you answer, looking down on your still shaking hands. You put them under the table, so they don’t see them.

“So anyway, what can I help you with?” You ask, smiling unnaturally.

“You were in the hospital in January?”, Castiel says. You nod, your smile fades.

“Were you there because you were raped?” Dean spelled the word in a strange way, like it doesn’t fit in his vocabulary.

The already pale colour in your face transforms into a blank white.

“How do you…”

“We’re hunting that son of a bitch. Will you help us?”

You look down, unsure of what to say.

“I would love to help you but…I can’t.”

“You are the only victim, who’s still alive. We need you.”

“I said no.” You stand up and walk out, back to your bedroom. “The door is over there.”

“Very sensitive, Cas”, Dean sighs.

“Let me fix it.” The angel stands up and follows you.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He slowly approaches your bed, scanning the small hill of fabric, under which your body rests.

“Just leave. I don’t talk about it”, you mumble.

“You don’t have to talk.” His voice, soft and pleasant.

You crawl out of the sheets and sit up, “what do you mean?”

“Just relax.” Slowly two fingers of each hand reach out to your temples. The moment you feel his skin, you flinch. The touch of men still scares you to death.

Out of a reflex, you close your eyes, ready for whatever is about to come.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” You know he means it but you can’t help yourself but feel cold and dead again.

You don’t feel that much of a sensation, just a small pinch in your head, as Castiel is searching through your memories.

Quickly he pulls away.

“What is it?”, you ask, surprised by his reaction.

“That was horrible.”

You swallow thickly, unable to answer to that.

“How do you live with that?” He squints his eyes a little, concern in his true-blue eyes.

“I don’t…live. I exist. I wouldn’t call that living.” You scoff to prevent yourself from crying right then.

“I just…I am so afraid of being happy…”, you scoff again, “because every time I try to experience happiness, I am too frightened to actually enjoy something. I see him everywhere, you know. He’s in my dreams, he’s in my head all the time.”

“We will end him. For good. If that makes you feel better, you can come with us, so you’re not alone with this.”

“I don’t know, if I can…”

“It’s ok. You don’t have to be scared of us.”

“That sounds so damn easy, wow.”

Castiel smiles weakly and leaves your room.

He is already at the door, when you stop him, “Trenchie?”

“Yes?”

“Could you, maybe stay here? Just for tonight. I would feel safer.”

“Of course. I tell Dean, wait a second.” Quickly he leaves.

The door is opened and closed, Castiel comes back to your room and sits down on the edge of your bed.

“Thank you”, you whisper with a husky voice. Normally you aren’t the person needing protection.

Before you realize it, it’s late evening, the moon shining through the closed curtains at your window. Castiel is sitting in the chair in the corner, observing you, while you slowly fall asleep.

“Y/N, where are you?

You know, you can’t outrun me.

Y/N, where are you, little bitch?

I will find you anyway. We weren’t finished you know.”

You run. You don’t feel your feet anymore. Everything’s dark and blurred. You try to move and flee but the world is moving slower. It feels like you’re stuck in a thick liquid, keeping you from making quick movements.

“Oh, there you are.” The demon stands in front of you, a scaring smirk on his mug.

You can’t speak, your voice is gone, so is your breath. Without him touching you, you fall down, choking. You’re sinking into the ground, trying to breath. A giant truck is right in front of you, approaching abnormally fast.

You wake up, sweating, panting. You notice the angel holding you tight. You cringe with shaking extremities. He eases his grip on you, “I’m sorry. You seemed conflicted.”

“That’s a nice word to say it.” You slide out of his hands and stand up. “I need a shower. Just stay here or something.” You tremble into the bathroom. In the mirror, you see your very own face with wet hair and dark circles around the eyes.

Under the massage of warm water on your skin, you relax a bit.

With fresh clothes on, you look in the mirror again. Your eyes seem turbid, your skin exhausted, your lips chapped, your cheekbones sticking out because of the little food you eat. You lift your shirt a bit to get a better look of your hips. Both sides are coloured with purple bruises. You carefully touch it, moving back quickly as the spot hurts. The feeling may hurt physically but the psychological pain was bigger. A tear runs down your cheek. Your fingers trail around the different colours, while you start sobbing silently.

“Y/N, are you ok? I heard…” Castiel opens the door, seeing you standing there with your bruises and scars and wounds.

“Let me heal you.”

As you see him, you lose it. You start crying, trying to catch your breath, while salty tears blur your sight. You break down but the angel is fast enough to catch you before you fall down.

He carries you to your bed, laying you down under two blankets. Two fingers reach out to your forehead. You clench your teeth to stop crying uncontrollably.

“Better?” Castiel asks, smiling, as he knows, your injuries are healed now.

“Nothing’s better.”

“You’re hurt in a way even an angel can’t heal.”

“Then don’t be an angel”, you whimper.

After half a year, there was still no trace of the demon who raped and murdered by now nine women. It drives you crazy. You are the only one, who survived with luck. Who knows, if the demon still wants to kill you, as you are unfinished business to him. With time, Cas and you got closer. He was always there, when you had nightmares, when you were scared. He protected you from anything. But you still couldn’t let him touch you without flinching. The feeling of constant rejection frustrates him, but you just couldn’t help it.

“I tried everything! I did everything for you! What do you want from me?!” Castiel shouted at you, rage tensing his vessel.

“Give me time! Give me space! It doesn’t go away from one day to another. I thought you help me with this!”, you screamed back.

“I am!”

“Then act like it!”

“How?!”

“Step down from your angelic white horse and behave like a normal person!”

“But I am an angel. How am I supposed to stop being what I am?! You know what, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. This doesn’t work for me”, he turns to walk away.

You catch his coat, “Cas, don’t. Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me. I need you.”

“What do you need? Me? Or just someone, Y/N?”, he asks, a giant amount of sadness in his expression.

“I need you. Please, don’t leave me.”

He looks at you pitiful.

“You’re the one… You are good. I need this goodness in my life”, you say, “don’t give up on me. I will learn it again. Let me prove it to you.”

“You don’t need to prove anything. I’m sorry. I know what happened to you and I should show more understanding. Take your time.”

You scan his features and pull every bit of courage you have together. You step on the tips of your toes and reach out behind his neck. You push your lips on his. For months, this is the first time you feel alive again. Carefully and gently he lays his hands on your waist. You just let it happen. But not because of angst or agony, but because of you liked it. You wanted him to touch you. Something, you didn’t feel in a long time.

Since then, it became easier for you to get touched by the angel, to feel his hands on your body. It was just the beginning but maybe, at some point you could become a hunter again and end the demon yourself.

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YES. I was so scared for like....the majority of the story. Lol

DEAN WINCHESTER DESERVES TO BE HAPPY.

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All I Want

Summary: Dean Winchester finally realizes want he wants after he almost loses it all.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: Angst, MOC!Dean (briefly), Daddy!Dean, aggressive verbal fight scene, some cursing

Word Count: 2287

Song Choice: “Let It Die” by Three Days Grace

A/N: This is another one shot for @carryonmywaywardcaptain CarryOnCap500 Song Challenge. I had a whole idea when I picked this song and I ended up writing something completely differently. That’s just the way inspiration works sometimes. Lyrics are BOLD. This is unbeta so all mistakes are mine and the header images are from The Google. Likes, comments and rebogs are welcomed and appreciated! I hope you enjoy!

Dean Winchester watched as (Y/N) threw her clothes in her suitcase. He knew that lately he had been a little short tempered with her but he did not understand what had set her off this time. “(Y/N), talk to me… please.” He stood leaning up against the door that led into their shared bedroom. “I can’t right now Dean. I’m so pissed off that I can’t even look at you.” Her face was burning with anger and seeing her so upset knowing he caused it in some way caused anger to bubble up in him which was not good. The damn mark on his arm fueled off his anger and he was likely to fly off the handle. He stood on the other side of their bed facing his beautiful girlfriend. The first woman to make him weak in the knees and put him in his place. Her (Y/H/C) hair was pulled back in a ponytail and swung defiantly as she moved about the room. “Just tell me what I did?” She started laughing methodically which she knew got under his skin. “Dean, if you are so blind to see that you are ruining this relationship because of that god forsaken mark on your arm then this is a lost cause.” She zipped up her suitcase and made her way towards the door but Dean quickly blocked her. “What are you talking about?” She pushed him but he did not budge. “Get the fuck out of my way Winchester!” she yelled as she tried again to push him out of her way.

Dean snapped. He kicked her suitcase out of the way and grabbed her shoulders twirling her up against the nearest wall. He gripped her wrists as she let out a yelp. “What the fuck are you talking about?! You are the one ruining this relationship right now, (Y/N)! You are like every other person in my life that I let get close to me. The moment it is not what YOU want it to be then you run! I’m sorry I’m not perfect but news fucking flash NEITHER ARE YOU!” He was in her face yelling and tears started streaming down her cheeks. “We had fire in our eyes. In the beginning I never felt so alive. In the beginning you, you blame me, but I just don’t want to hear it anymore!” She yelled back. Dean stepped back slightly shocked by what she had just said. “You don’t mean that…” He said his voice low and hurt. He looked up at her and he saw all the pain and anguish he had caused in her (Y/E/C) eyes. 

“I swear, I never meant to let it die. I just don’t care about you anymore. It’s not fair when you say that I didn’t try. I just don’t care about you anymore.” She jerked her hands from his grip and this time when she pushed him, he stumbled back. She grabbed her suitcase and walked out of the bedroom without looking back. Hearing the words that she did not care about him anymore cut through worse than any blade ever could. He felt his chest tightening up and he collapse to the floor breathing heavily. His younger brother Sam came walking past, “What is going on with (Y/N)?” Sam saw him on the floor and rushed to his side. “DEAN?! What’s wrong?” Dean leaned onto Sam and he felt the tears falling down his face. “I lost her, Sammy. I lost the most beautiful and wonderful woman in my life. I lost her all because of this damn mark.” He rubbed his arm where the Mark of Cain was seared on. “Dean, it will all be okay. We’ll fix it. She’ll come back because she loves you.” Dean silently sat there crying no longer seeing any hope in the world. All his hope had walked out the door. 

Over a year after (Y/N) had walked out of his life, Dean was now on a mission to find her again. The Mark of Cain was gone and now he wanted to do everything possible to get her back. Dean sat outside in the Impala a few blocks down from an apartment building in Kansas City where Sam had found she was living in. Dean got out of the car and walked inside up to her floor. He stood outside her door his hands shaking with nerves and anxiety. He had faced the worst monsters, died several times and been to hell yet the woman on the other side of that door scared him more than anything. He adjusted his jacket and quickly knocked on the door looking down at his brown boots. “Dean?” he looked up as she opened the door. “Hi (Y/N), may I come in?” She narrowed her eyes at him and then nodded moving out of the way. Dean walked into her apartment looking around. He saw pictures of her out with friends and at a co-worker’s birthday party. That is when Dean noticed a picture of (Y/N) holding a baby and he picked up the frame. She walked over next to him and he noticed she was watching him carefully. “He’s beautiful. Whose baby?” he asked. 

He glanced over at her and then noticed a pile of toys and a pack ‘n play set up. He set the picture down and turned fully towards her. “(Y/N), is he… I mean…” She motioned for him to sit down. “We had time on our side. In the beginning we, we had nothing to hide. In the beginning you blame me, but it’s not fair when you say that I didn’t try.” She paused for a moment as Dean’s heart started to race. “I found out earlier that week I was pregnant and I was going to tell you the day I left. You started in on me about not finding any information on getting rid of the mark and then you yelled at me that I wasn’t trying enough. That I didn’t care about you anymore.” Dean sighed remembering that day vividly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I know… I really messed up that day.” He said quietly. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that day since you walked away.” He looked over to her and saw she was biting her lower lip. “Do you want to meet him?” she asked as Dean nodded. (Y/N) got up and went into the next room and Dean nervously sat on the couch. He did not know the first thing about babies or kids but he knew as soon as he saw the picture that baby was his. The thought of having a son brought up an overwhelming feeling of love in Dean. 

He watched (Y/N) carry out their son unexpected tears trailed down his cheeks. “Dean Winchester meet Benjamin Samuel Winchester.” Dean stood up looking down at the little boy sleeping peacefully in her arms. “Benjamin Samuel?” he asked gently running his hand over his son’s light blond hair. “Yeah. He is named after two men that his father looked up too. I call him Benny.” Dean choked back the tears that wanted to flow over. “Sit down.” (Y/N) said and as he did she gently set Benny into his arms. “He’s… he’s beautiful (Y/N).” She chuckled, “Wow. Dean Winchester is speechless. I never thought this day would come.” Dean looked up at her his olive-green eyes shining with emotions and that is when Benny started stirring in his arms. He yawned and opened his eyes looking right up at Dean. His little fingers wrapped around Dean’s index finger and he made some gurgling noises. “Hey there buddy, I’m your Daddy.” Dean’s said softly no longer holding back the tears he was holding on too. Dean ran his thumb over each little finger holding on to his. 

He looked from Benny to (Y/N) and felt a calm wave flow over him. This is what he wanted. This moment right here with his son and the woman he loved. He sat there studying every little detail of Benny as (Y/N) sat next to him watching him cautiously. As Benny fell back asleep she took him back into her room to his crib. Dean followed her in there and watched as she put him down. He looked over the crib and watched Benny sleep for a few minutes before (Y/N) motioned for him to follow her. She kept the door to her room cracked and then they sat back on her couch. “Dean, I can see on your face how happy and excited you are to see Benny, but there are some things I have say.” Dean nodded knowing this conversation was going to be tough. “Whatever you need say or need to know I will tell you. No secrets.” She sighed and they began a long conversation about the Mark being gone and everything that had happened over the last year. The more (Y/N) talked the more it sounded like she did not want to be a part of his life. 

“(Y/N), do you not want us to be together?” he finally asked as she nervously looked down at her hands. “When you said I just don’t care about you anymore. It’s not fair when you say that I didn’t try. I just don’t know how to get past that, Dean. I love you. I have always loved you. Of course, I want us to be together, but we can’t be.” Dean snapped his head up panic running throughout his body. “Yes, we can. I will do whatever I have to for us to be together. Being here with you and Benny that is all I want and need.” She shook her head, “You feel like that now, but then something happens and the world starts to end.” He took ahold of her hands squeezing them, “Screw the world. Sam and I have given more than anyone else to save it and it is about time the world gave us a break. I want this.” Her (Y/E/C) were shining with tears threaten to fall. “The world needs Dean Winchester out there to protect it. I need you out there protecting it. Benny needs you out there protecting it so he can grow up never knowing what is really out there. You will always be a hunter, the world will always need you and I can’t handle sitting here wondering if you will come back or not.” 

Dean shook his head defiantly, “No. A year ago I didn’t fight hard enough to get you back and I thought I lost you forever. I will not give up on you or Benny this time. Hunting or not hunting all I want is this family. All I want is you, sweetheart. Please don’t push me away this time.” (Y/N) was wiping the tears coming down her cheek away. She stood up going to her front door, “I think it is best if you leave now.” Dean’s heart dropped as he pushed himself off her couch. Walking over to the door he stopped right in front of her, “I swear, I never meant to let it die and I know you told me I just don’t care about you anymore, but that is not true and I hope you will give me another chance to make this work.” With that Dean walked out of her apartment and as he heard the click of her door shutting a single tear slipped down his cheek. 

A few weeks later Sam and Dean were sitting in the library looking for a new case to work on. Dean never talked about what happened the day he saw (Y/N) and Benny. Not telling Sam that he was an uncle was torture for Dean but he did not want Sam to live with the fact that he had screwed up the chance of him meeting his nephew. Sam was in the middle of tossing out case suggestions when there was a loud knock on the bunker door. Dean went up the stairs and cautiously opened the door as Sam had his gun aimed ready to fire. Dean’s eyes went wide as he saw (Y/N) standing there and Benny strapped to her chest. She walked in and Sam immediately put his gun away standing there in shock as he saw (Y/N) walk in with a baby. “What are you doing here?” Dean asked in disbelief. She handed him a diaper bag and her duffel bag. “Damn you, Winchester. After your visit I could not get you out of my head. You and Sam are the only family I have and I don’t want to keep Benny from the only family he has.” She looked up at him through her lashes as a slow smile spread across his face. “Does this mean… you’re coming back here?” She slowly nodded and Dean carefully engulfed her into a hug. She started to laugh as Benny cooed up at them. 

“Hey, someone fill me in on what’s going on.” Sam said as they made their way down to him. “Sam, I would like you to meet your nephew. Benjamin Samuel Winchester or Benny for short.” Sam’s face was priceless looking down at Benny. As Sam held Benny and (Y/N) explained everything that had happened to him Dean sat back taking it all in. He smiled and looked up, “Thank you for giving me all I wanted.” He quietly said then looked back at (Y/N) as she gave him a beaming smile asking, “So, Dean how do you feel about install a baby seat in the Impala?” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Do what?” (Y/N) and Sam started laughing at him.    

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OH MY GOSH THE FLUFF 😍😍

Girl, I love the way you tied in the lyrics and PERFECTLY captured them in the content. And it’s not often I read Dean POV stuff but this was wonderful! I want that type of relationship with Dean and you made it so real lol.

This was just lovely. Everyone check it out for some sweet sweet Dean fluff!

Who’s That Girl?

Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 689

Warnings: Slight Language, mentions of alcohol. Dean being grossly in love with you lol 

A/N: Written for @carryonmywaywardcaptain‘s 500 followers song challenge. I hope you like it! Lyrics are in bold. 

Song: Star Of The Show by Thomas Rhett 

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From simple supply runs, to concerts, to bars, all the way to the FBI duds and crimes scenes, you draw a crowd, and you don’t even know it.

Walkin’ down the street, hand in mine, but that don’t keep them other guys and their wandering eyes from looking at you. But that’s okay, who can blame ‘em anyway? You’re so pretty and you ain’t even got a clue.

Like just the other day when you and I went out for some beer, and the whole way from the car into the store every guys within eye shot had his eyes on you. It doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. I know you’re not looking and I can’t really blame ‘em anyways. You’re gorgeous. Hell. I’m with you, and I still stare at you like that. 

That takes me back to last Friday night. That little bar on the edge of town. That no name rock band that was playing. The god awful beer they served. You were so cute. Your hair was up in a loose ponytail, you had hardly any makeup on, and wore one of my old t shirts. Even in a ponytail, a pair of jeans, you’re looking like the cover of a magazine. Baby you’re the only one who doesn’t see. You stepped foot in that place, and everything seemed to stop. There wasn’t a set of eyes in that place that hadn’t found you. I’m pretty sure the band was even playing just for you. That still didn’t get to you though. You were just having fun, and trying your hardest to get me on that dance floor. 

‘Cause everywhere we go girl, you’re the star of the show, and everybody’s wondering and wanting to know, What’s your name? Who’s that girl with the prettiest smile in the world? But, what gets me the most is you don’t even know that you are, you are , the star of the show. The star of the show baby..  

The part that floored me the most, and made me fall even harder for you, if that is even possible, was seeing your face when the guy at the bar gave you our beers on the house. You looked so damn confused when you turn to look at me, it took everything in me not to bust out laughing at how blissfully unaware you are of the effect you have on people.  

Friday night, on the town. We walk in, and you draw a crowd. Even the band seems to sing for you. Ease on up, order a drink, barkeep says “It’s all on me.” You look at me and laugh like you don’t even know what to do. Baby, you’re so cute. 

It also gets me when we walk into a police station, or really anywhere on a case for that matter, but usually the station, and you don’t understand why you’re the one people wanna talk to. Like hell yea I’d rather talk to the pretty girl than these two morons. 

Don’t even get me started on the times we’ve had t go to a college campus or some high school where you’ve had some poor kid killing himself over there trying to get your attention. Those guys are always falling out of their chairs trying to catch a glimpse of you as you go by. Seriously, I pretty sure a building could collapse next to them and they wouldn’t flinch because they were so preoccupied with you being there. 

It doesn’t matter where we go, your big, beautiful, Y/E/C eyes, and bright smile always attract a crowd of onlookers. I don’t know that you’ll ever realize it, and in some ways I hope you don’t. You’re just so damn cute like this. 

‘Cause everywhere we go girl, you’re the star of the show, and everybody’s wondering and wanting to know, What’s your name? Who’s that girl with the luckiest guy in the world? But, what gets me the most is you don’t even know that you are, you are , the star of the show. The star of the show baby..  

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Did you read Sweetheart yet?

Yes! I’m so sorry– life happened this weekend and I suck so I just finished it this morning. I wait to reblog entries until around 9 p.m. because that’s when my page gets the most traffic and I want to give y’all the biggest spotlight I can!

Changing gears………………….OUCH I WAS AFRAID THAT WAS GOING TO COME. Girl, it was one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever read and I can’t praise it enough (I was going to wait to say most of this tonight, but I can’t help it ;)) The fluff killed me, the ending killed me, and it was just wonderful. You couldn’t have picked a better song! Also, my favorite line was “or that it would technically be legal since we both don’t exist according to the US government. “ I laughed out loud….at work lol.

Love you and please forgive me for taking so long!