#chuck shurley x reader

[s1mpforeveryone]

god i want god!chuck shurley to fucking ruin me and degrade me while he does it

[supernaturalfreewill]

reader pronouns: she/her "I—I thought Y/N was—was going to come with you? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. Well—she caught the flu or something," Sam explained, a little surprised by the apparent depth of Chuck's concern and disappointment not to see you. "But it's not life threatening."

Chuck's brow furrowed. "You left her alone? She's alone with the flu?"

Dean and Sam exchanged a puzzled glance. "Chuck she's got a cough and the sniffles. It's not life threatening," Dean said. "Take it easy. She'll be fine. She just needs some rest."

"Well, what if she takes a turn for the worse? Nobody is there! What if she needs to get to the hospital?"

"She has access to phones!" Dean sighed and looked at Sam again. "We shouldn't have told him... We know he's a worrier. What the hell were we thinking?"

Sam shrugged. Chuck was now pacing anxiously. "Listen—she did want us to tell you she's sorry she couldn't make it. She said she was looking forward to seeing you, but she didn't want anyone else to get sick."

Chuck froze in his pacing and turned to look at Sam, a smile growing on his face. "She said that?" He returned and stopped in front of the Winchesters. "Those were her exact words?"

"Uhh—I don't know about exact but close enough," Dean said with a laugh. He caught Sam's eyes again and the brothers exchanged a knowing look. "You can give her a call later if you want. I'm sure she'd appreciate it.

"I'll do that," he said, more to himself than to Dean. "Yeah. I'll call her..."

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Promise?

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song fic, The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

you're a Winchester and met chuck as a prophet, you started dating chuck and left hunting for him, then you woke up one day to find chuck gone no note, you shut yourself in until Sam and Dean pulled you out and only days later Chuck shows himself again, as God

warnings- short, beginning-angst, ending-fluff, cursing, kissing (idk)

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Suddenly Dean, Sam, and Chuck appear in front of you while you were drinking your morning coffee.

(The moon will sing a song for me)

You stood there, frozen. A shiver ran down your spine, you mouth twitched not knowing if you should smile or not. Tears rush to fill your eyes and they quickly spill over onto your cheeks. Chuck was there, really there.

"Chuck." You whispered so quietly you couldn't even hear yourself. You drop the mug and run over pushing between your brothers, your heart beats too loud in your ears to hear the warnings coming from your brothers mouth's.

Pulling the scruffy man into a passionate kiss, one hand holding his neck the other holding his cheek, his hands fell to your waist and he returned the kiss with just as much passion.

Just as quickly as the kiss started it ended. You pushed him away by his shoulders angrily, his face contorted in confusion. "You asshole! How could you!" You approached him again and slapped him across his beautiful face.

(I loved you like the sun)

"I loved you! And you just left me!" You scream at him. Swiftly he recovered from his confusion. "I had to." His eyes held sincerity but you couldn't see it over your anger.

"Fine, what was so important then?" You cross your arms, "What's so important that you couldn't even leave me a note?" Chuck walked forwards and held your elbows looking you in the eyes. "It was better to just leave, or I wouldn't have been able to leave."

"You didn't have to, we could've done it together." More tears strolled down your face. Chuck moved his hand to your cheek wiping a tear away. "No, we couldn't've."

(Bore the shadows that you made)

"Do you know the mess you made me! I barley slept or ate, how could you make me love you and then just leave?!" You held his wrist and leaned into his palm missed the old feeling. "Yes I saw." He couldn't look you in the eye this time.

You pushed him away again. "You knew!? And you didn't do anything!" You laughed, some of your tears fell on your tongue with the taste of salt. Dean intervened this time before you tried to kill Chuck.

"Woah, let's pause this," Dena held both your wrist tight, it was quite difficult for him with you fighting him using all your strength. "Chuck what were you going to tell us?"

"I'm God."

(With no light of my own)

Deans hands fall from your wrists and yours dropped with them. "What?" You questioned. "I'm God." Chuck reiterates. The three of you are surprised to say the least then you got angry again.

"You're God and you couldn't even write me a note!?" You approached him again with an accusing finger pointed at his chest. "At anytime in any day you could've dropped in and told me, you could've gone as low as erasing my memories!" You quieted your voice to a breathy whisper. "But you didn't. You just let me sit there and suffer."

You accusing finger pressed against his chest before resting your forehead on his chest too letting all your tear fall, soaking his shirt. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer not speaking.

(I shine only with the light you gave me)

"You left me." Your voice is muffled by his shirt but he heard you. "I know, and I never will again." He kissed the top of your head. "Promise?"

"Promise."

(I shine only with the light you gave me)

You pull back, lifting up on your toes you kiss him again. He shifts his weight forwards so your heels can touch the ground. You pull back and rest your forehead against him closing your eyes you whisper.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

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Steem ( a chuck shurely imagine)

You and Chuck were in the shower. The water was steeming hot but didn't burn. Chucks wings clung to your back. You were both under the shower head water dripping down each of you're bodys. Chuck grabbed your shampoo and massaged it into your scalp and washed it out he did this with the conditioner too. He took your favorite body wash and massaged it to your skin, rubbing small circles with his thumb, all over your body. Washing your body tenderly. when he was done, he stood there with you holding you his wings against your body. The water was still warm, and the hug comforting, no sexual intentions. Just comforting love.

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Witches

You bought a bunch of witch figures, they're all adorable (to you at least) and now Chuck gets to deal with them all over his house.

Day 8. Witches.

Normally it would not be a good idea to potentially piss off a God. But either no one bothered to tell you that, or you just simply don't care. In actuality you don't really know how Chuck will react, you can only hope he'll find the same amount of joy in the little witch figures like you do.

In the distance you hear the noise of a door opening and closing. Chuck has finally arrived. "Honey..? May I ask why?" His voice rings out into the room.

You smile and chuckle softly. "And here I thought you knew everything~" You tease him gently.

"Oh I do, I just know you like explaining things. So, explain away my little agent of chaos."

"Well~ I just saw them in the store, and it made me think. You mentioned that you never really celebrated Halloween much and I decided that while bombarding a house in witch figures ain't really a Halloween tradition, it is done on a more minor scale frequently. And since you've missed out on a ton of celebrations I figured I'd make up for lost time!" You beam happily at Chuck. Clearly happy with your work.

Chuck simply smiles and raises an eyebrow. "Alright, you know that if you truely want to make up for lost celebrations you'd need a whole lot more witches right?"

Pouting you grumble softly. "The store ran out of figures.. And I was going way over my budget."

"It's alright Hun, I'm certain I'll experience a whole adventure with you this Halloween. Don't fret over making up for lost years."

"Did you plan something? That sounds suspicious..." You narrow your eyes at Chuck sightly, trying to decipher his actions.

"Don't worry, it's just something small. You'll enjoy it, and it doesn't inturrupt any of your other plans." Chuck walks up behind you and rests a hand on your back. "Now, how many witches are in my house?"

"Twenty." You're still watching Chuck, now curious about what he's planned.

"Twenty?" Chuck raises an eyebrow again. "I figured there'd be more~"

"Oh hush, they're about the size of my hand! Those did not come cheap. And I made sure to hide them in all the right places~ You'll never see them coming... Except you will, but maybe you'll forget."

"If it'll make you happy I'll do my best to forget you've placed six witches in my bed, perfectly hidden beneath the covers, postioned so they'll roll to me when I lay down." Smiling Chuck laughs a little and walks off, but not before saying one last thing. "I love you sweetie, and I love the chaos you bring to my life."

Blushing softly you reply. "I love you too Chuck."

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[followafallingstar]

Lucifer stalks you

Summary: After encountering the devil on a midnight forest walk, you can't seem to feel like someone is watching you. Hmm, maybe you are going insane, or maybe you are not. Pairing: Lucifer/Soulmate, Lucifer/Witch Disclaimer/ Trigger Warning: soulmate au, Stalking, Mention of stalking, invasion of privacy, mention of masturbation, mention of murder, just Lucifer lol

Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating don’t exist in their world.

As the weeks passed you couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching you. You seemed extra paranoid, considering the almost fifty wards and protection spells you have cast around yourself and the shop. While you were busy checking left, right, behind, and in front the devil his large wings sat comfortably on a cloud right above the small building you lived in. He had watched you since the moment he saw you and the moment you left the forest. You still remember the moment, his demeanor had scared you causing you to teleport yourself away from his vessel's eyes, not his actual hundred sixty-six eyes he had in his celestial form though. He had his ways to watch you. When he was busy with hell or the Winchesters he would have demons following you, if he had time it would be himself who provided you security. What if you got attacked? What if you messed up a spell and hurt yourself? What if a creep followed you?

He didn't even think about the possibility that he was the creep himself. Why would he? He is your soulmate and that allowed him to be a hundred percent involved in your life even if it was behind your back. You shouldn't think he is a creep, you should think he is a protector.

But perhaps, if you knew that he watched you while you took a bath, wondering if you knew how beautiful you were, so bare without any fabric disturbing the view (that he was entitled to see anyways) while dipping yourself in a bath full of rose milk. If you knew that all your senseless panicking and warding spells were useless since when you were out of the house he snuck himself inside, letting the tip of his wings glide over the smooth surface of your sheets where you would lay for at least 10 hours a day and at least an hour now and then being busy letting your hands slide between your legs, letting them do the work that was supposed to be his. If you knew how many corpses he had left behind every time someone looked wrongly at you, talked to you for a second too long, or dared to flirt with you. The smile they caused on your face made him frown, his good mood destroyed and replaced by a sour expression. He was supposed to be the one that made you smile not some ugly human. The feeling of jealousy that he had felt millennia ago towards the race he despised which his father favored so much slowly crept back into his heart, maybe not the same way it was back then but certainly just as intense.

What exactly he is, is yours to decide. Is he a creep or just a loving mate?

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[rowyn-writes]

Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Five

Warnings: Self hate, mentions of abusive ex, mentions of a minor character death, fluff

Characters: Reader, Dean, Michael, Jo

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

You had been living with Dean for five weeks now, and everything felt surprisingly normal. You both woke up early in the morning for work, so you got to have breakfast together. You liked having someone to talk to before going to work.

It was five in the morning as you and Dean shuffled around the kitchen in a comfortable silence. You had made some eggs and bacon for the both of you while Dean got ready for work. Since Dean passed the coffee shop to get to work, he would drop you off, and in return, you made him coffee to get him ready for the day. 

"Mornin' sweetheart." Dean grumbles as he comes out of his room, yawning. His hair was still tousled from sleep. You chuckle softly at the sight.

"Morning, Dean. Forget to brush your hair?" You snorted. Dean laughs as he smooths down his hair.

"Maybe I was trying out a new style, Y/n, ever think of that?" He sniffed, pretending to be mad.

"Aw, c'mon now, you never change up your routine, so I find that highly unlikely. And besides, you can't be mad at me forever, I made you breakfast." You set his plate down on the table, pouring a glass of orange juice for him.

"I got damn lucky to have you as a roommate." He sighed happily as he ruffles your hair before sitting down at the table, tucking into his breakfast.

"I could say the same." You smile as you eat with him. Storm was still asleep on the window seal. Despite Dean buying a cat bed for him to get into his good graces, the cat refused to actually sleep in the bed. He just sniffed at it before going back to what he was doing.

Once you and Dean were finished with breakfast, he took the plates and put them in the dishwasher, starting a load. You went and grabbed your apron for work before heading out the door with Dean, sliding into his beautiful Impala. "I hope you know that if I actually still drove, I'd totally wanna take Baby for a joyride." You joked.

Dean laughs softly, his eyes crinkling up at the edges. "You're more than welcome to drive her anytime you need, sweetheart. I won't stop you."

"Oh, um, nah." You shook your head gently. "I don't really drive anymore. I um, I got into a really bad car crash about a year ago and I don't really drive anymore because of it." It was the first time you had really talked about the car crash with anyone other than Jo or Jack.

"I'm sorry to hear about that sweetheart. Was everyone alright?" He frowns, looking over at you.

"Oh, um, yeah, I just had a broken arm. . . The other driver was okay too." 

Dean could tell that you wanted to drop the subject. "So, I was thinking, you don't work tomorrow, right? And you're done with exams?"

"Yeah, why?" You tilt your head curiously.

"Well," Dean said as he pulled into the parking lot of Chuck's. "I was thinking that tonight we go to my favorite bar and have some drinks, my treat. They're having karaoke tonight too, and I think it would be a lot of fun."

You mulled it over for a moment. You didn't drink much, but you thought this would be a good chance to get to know Dean a little better and let loose some. "I think that'd be a lot of fun, actually." You give him a gentle smile. 

"Perfect, I get off work tonight at 5. I'll pick you up and take you home on my lunch break, I don't want you walking home alone or anything." Dean gives you a boyish grin, the one that you had come to adore. 

"Thanks, Dean, you have no idea how much I appreciate your kindness." And it was true. Dean was kind to you when it felt like you hit rock bottom. Being evicted from you apartment was rough, and you never expected him to offer his home up to you. Even though you hadn't known Dean long, you trusted him, and it seems that he trusted you. You hated to think about where you'd be without him right now.

"Don't mention it, sweetheart. I'm just glad I could help you out. I've been where you've been before. My life has never been put together in the slightest, and there was a time when I had no place to go. I really could have used some help, and I want to be that person for you." He said softly, looking over at you.

"Well, I know I'm not much, but I'm here, and I can be the support you need. We can help each other." You offer him a gentle smile.

"I like the sound of that, Y/n, thank you." You lean over and give him a quick hug. 

"I'll see you on your lunch break, then. Let me go make your coffee really quick." You went in and unlocked the doors, making Dean a brown sugar latte and grabbed him a scone before bringing it out to him. "Have a good day at work." I reach through the window and ruffle his hair before heading back inside to tackle the day.

Jo was the next person scheduled to come in, and you hoped it was one of those rare days that she was actually on time. You had talked to her many times before about her punctuality, but it never seemed to stick with her. She was your best friend, and you didn't want to have to reprimand her, but it seemed that it was going to have to come to that. Thankfully, she was on time today, and you didn't have to say anything to her.

"Thank god my car started." She said as she walked in, clocking in on the computer. "I was scared she wasn't gonna crank. I really need a new car."

"Well, you're here, that's all that matters. Today's a Wednesday, so I'm expecting it to be a good day for us. This is usually our dead day, so I think it should be okay with just the two of us until eleven when Maddison comes in."

The day went off without a hitch, the customers were nice, it was a slow day, and everything seemed peaceful. That is, until the end of your shift. Dean was on his lunch break and he was waiting for you to clock out so he could take you home. He didn't mind hanging out in the coffee shop, as he found it rather peaceful. The front door dinged, signaling that there was a customer inside. "Hey, welcome to Chuck's! We'll be right w-" You broke off as you stared up at the man in front of you. Michael. You could feel your heart pounding out your chest as he glared down at you. You hadn't seen him in nearly two months, what made him want to come confront you now?

"We need to talk." He said gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest. He was 6'3 and he towered over you. It was something that had always intimidated you, especially when you were together.

"We have nothing to talk about. You need to leave." You tried to make your voice sound strong and determined, but it came out as just a small squeak. You hated the affect he had on you. For years he made you feel small, and even after the break up, he could still make you feel that way.

"Oh we have plenty to talk about, Y/n. Like how one day you just changed the locks to the apartment and had all of my stuff sitting out in the hall?"

"And you're just now wanting to talk about this, huh? You had nearly two months to reach out to me and to talk about this, but you picked now as the prime opportunity? When I'm at work?"

"Oh please," He scoffed. "You can hardly call this a job. Besides, I've been busy with other things." Dean's head perked up at the sound of arguing. He looked over at you and Michael. He could clearly tell you were in distress.

"Michael, just fucking leave. You're not welcomed here. Our relationship is over and there's absolutely nothing for us to talk about. You cheated, you were abusive, you were a shitty ass boyfriend. What else do you want me to say? I've listed a billion reasons as to why we broke up and you still can't accept that."

"Don't speak to me like that." He grabbed your wrist. "I guess I better teach you some manners." You try to pull away from his grasp. Before you could even shout for help, a fist connected with Michael's jaw. 

Dean looked pissed as he grabbed Michael by the shirt, slamming him against the wall. "What kind of pathetic coward lays hands on a woman?" He growled as he punched him again. "Come near Y/n ever again, and I swear to God himself, there will not be anything stopping me from beating you within an inch of your sad life. Got it?!"

You had never seen Dean so angry before, let alone get physical with someone. "And what's it to you, huh?! Why the hell do you care for some whore so much? Oh, I get it, you're fucking her, huh?" Michael laughed, throwing his head back.

Dean said nothing in return as he punched him once more before throwing him out to door. "Don't ever come near her again." Dean snarled before going to check on you. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he? I swear to God-"

"Dean. . ." You hugged him tightly. "I'm okay, he didn't hurt me. . . Thank you for sticking up for me." You whisper, tears in your eyes. Maddison and Jo watched as Dean wrapped his arms around you protectively. 

"No one's going to hurt my best girl on my watch, I promise you that." He said lowly, gently rubbing your back. "I'm guessing he's your ex boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he is. . . I thought I was finally free of him, but he keeps popping back up like an infectious disease." You were holding back tears, not wanting to cry in front of Dean.

"C'mon sweetheart, let's get out of here." He wrapped his arm around you and led you out to his car. "Do you need me to stay with you? I can tell Bobby something came up." 

You shook your head gently. "No, that's okay. . . I don't want to impose. I'll be okay until you get off work tonight. . . Honestly, I don't even what to think about what just happened. And it doesn't even surprise me that he came here. I guess I was just hoping he'd forget about me." You ramble on, looking at your hands.

"You wouldn't be imposing, sugar." He said, his voice soft and gentle. "If you need me, I'm here, okay? There's not much goin' on at the shop today, so Bobby can afford to be on his own for the rest of the day."

You felt tears brim your eyes as you kept looking at your hands, refusing to look Dean in the eye. "I-I could use some company. . . If t-that's okay." You whispered quietly. Dean tilts your head up gently with his finger so you would look at him.

"I'll stay with you as long as you need, darlin'." He then surprised you by kissing your head. He was so caring and gentle with you, which was something you weren't used to. He drove back to the house, letting you pick the music for the drive. Once you got back, he called Bobby and explained the situation before following you inside. He grabbed some blankets and popped some popcorn. "So, what movie should we watch? Comedy, rom-com, action?" 

"You really don't have to do this for me, Dean. . ." You felt like a burden. You made Dean call out of work just so he could sit here and watch a movie with you. You were an awful friend and roommate.

"You're right, I don't have to, but I want to. . . You're my best friend, Y/n, I want to make sure that you're okay. You've had a stressful day, and you need to unwind a bit. Plus, work was slow, wasn't much for me to do. I'd much rather sit here with my favorite girl and cheer her up." He sits down beside you, draping his arm on the back of the couch. 

You leaned into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you let the tears flow. "I-I just want to be rid of him. He never let's me have any peace."

"Shh," Dean whispered softly, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm here sweetheart. . . He won't hurt you as long as I'm around, okay?" He kissed your head again, making you feel comfort. Storm jumped up on the couch, settling himself in your lap, purring softly. "See, darlin'? Even Storm's here to help you." That made the tears stream down your face harder. It felt like you couldn't breathe. Everything that you had held in from the break up came bursting out all at once, despite your attempts at pushing it down. Dean held you in his arms as you cried. "Breathe, Y/n, I need you to breathe for me, okay?" He murmured gently. You tried to breathe, but it just came out as choked sobs. Your body was shaking as you cried. Dean let you know that he was here, and that you were safe. You knew he was right. Being in his arms was the safest place for you. You knew that Dean would never hurt you, and that he would do everything in his power to protect you. 

Once you had calmed down, you found your voice. "Thank you for being here." Your voice was raw and hoarse from crying. Dean didn't mention it, he just smiled softly, kissing your temple.

"Of course, sweetheart. What are friends for?" He continued to run his fingers through your hair, as he could tell that's what was keeping you grounded. "We don't have to go out tonight, we can go some other time, I'm sure that you're tired after the day you've had."

You thought it over for a moment. "Actually, I think I still want to go out tonight. . . I just need to feel normal, and show that what he did doesn't get to me." You state confidently.

Dean grins at your confidence. "That's my girl." He let you get ready for your night out with him. You picked a pair faded ripped jeans from your draw, a black blouse, and a black leather jacket. You combed through your hair, trying to find a style you liked, eventually settling on having it braided. You came out of your room with a smile. Dean let out a low whistle as he saw you.

"You clean up nicely, darlin'." He grins. He was wearing a green flannel over a black shirt that fit him nicely and a pair of faded blue jeans. You couldn't help but smile at the compliment. 

"Thanks, De. Shall we get going?" You grab you wallet as Dean grabs his keys.

"Let's go." He smiles, resting a hand on the small of your back as he leads you out the door. You were very aware of his hand against your back. But you shouldn't be thinking about that. Dean was your friend and roommate. You couldn't risk anything. You slid into the Impala as Dean going into the drivers seat. You grinned as the car roared to life. The car was absolutely gorgeous, and you'd love to have an old car like this. That is, if you still drove. Past pains rear its ugly head into your thoughts, making you think of things you wish you could forget. You push it aside. Tonight was about having fun with your best friend.

You showed the bouncer your ID and you were let into the bar with Dean. It was packed since it was karaoke night. You and Dean slid up to the bar, you ordered your favorite drink and Dean got a whiskey and coke. "So, ya thinking about gettin' up there and singing?" Dean smirked as he looked to you.

"Me? Nah, I can't really sing." You shrugged.

"One, that's bullshit. I hear you singing in the shower all the time and you sound amazing. And two, no one who sings karaoke can sing. I'll do it with you if you sing." He offered you up a smile. You could never resist that boyish smile he had.

"I hate you, I hope you know that." Despite your words, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

"Say what you want sweetheart. But hey, you get to pick the song and I can't complain."

"Oh really?" You smirked. "So if I picked a Taylor Swift song, you wouldn't say anything?"

"Hey, I can get down with TSwizzle, okay?" Dean held up his hands in defense. You couldn't help the laughter that racked through your body. 

"You did not just say TSwizzle-" You continued to laugh, Dean joining in.

"All I'm sayin' is that you can pick whatever song you like."

You went up to the karaoke machine, scrolling through until you found the perfect duet for you two. I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. "We're up next." You grin as you pull Dean towards the stage. Dean followed you up on stage, grabbing the mic. "Ready?" Dean nods as the song starts. Despite having never heard the song, he did it justice. You never knew Dean could sing. When you sang your parts together, Dean smiled over at you, his eyes gleaming. Once the song was over, he helped you down from the stage.

"Y/n, you were amazing! I knew you had a good voice, but damn, that was beautiful." He praised you, gently patting your shoulder.

"Me? Dean, I had no idea you could sing like that. You were fantastic!" You gently punch his shoulder.

Dean chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck as the tip of his ears turn pink. "Thank you, sweetheart, I appreciate it." He grinned.

"Aaand I think that some of the girls over there found your singing attractive." You chuckled as you looked over to a group of girls that were eyeballing Dean. "You should go talk to them!" You encouraged.

"Nah," He shook his head. "This night is about you and me, and celebrating our friendship." He gave you a smile. You couldn't help the small butterflies you felt in your stomach. Instead of going off with a girl, he wanted to spend time with you. But at the same time, you felt bad, because you felt like you were keeping him from having a fun time.

You felt like screaming at yourself, because you always did this. Every time there was something good going in your life, you found a way to get in your head and overthink things. You wished you could turn those voices in your head off. Sometimes those voices got particularly loud, especially in times like these. You tried to push them away and have a good time with Dean, but you couldn't help it.

"You okay, Y/n? You got really quiet all of a sudden." Dean said softly. Damnit, he knew you too well.

"Oh, yeah, it's um, it's just been a long day, y'know?" You cleared your throat, looking up at him.

"We can head home if you'd like?" He suggested, tilting his head to the side.

"No no, I'd hate to be a bother. You look like you're having so much fun, and I don't want to ruin that." You spoke softly.

"Sweetheart, if you're tired or you just don't feel up to being here anymore, you can tell me. I won't be upset. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or feel like you have to stay for my sake. Besides, I don't care where we are, as long as we're together, I'm happy to spend time with you."

You gave him a soft smile. "I just don't think I'm in the right headspace right now." You sighed. "It's just been a long day with a lot going on. . . I promise to make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it, Y/n, we can just spend some time together and watch a movie if you'd like?"

"I'd really like that, De. . . Thank you." You whispered gently. Dean ruffled your hair and went to pay for the tab. You rode home in a comfortable silence as Dean hummed along to the radio. You were stuck in your own head again, per usual. You were leaned against the window, feeling the cool glass on your cheek.

"Are you sure everything's alright, sweetheart?" He asked, looking over to you. "You've been awfully quiet."

"I dunno, I'm just really struggling mentally today. After everything that happened this afternoon, I just feel so. . . empty?"

"I get it darlin'. What do you need? Do you need some time by yourself, or do you wanna curl up on the couch with me and watch some Dr. Sexy MD?" He questioned, his voice gentle.

"I think that spending some time with you could help. . ." You couldn't help but smile. You felt safe with Dean, and even though you were having a tough time, you knew that everything was going to be okay as long as you were with him.

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This is the first thing I'm posting, it sucks I know. I got bored and listened to an angst playlist and just started typing. I also made an OC, I'm also figuring out how tumblrs posting works! Warnings: Character death, alcoholism Dean should have seen this coming. He was warned by Zachariah all those years ago, but he didn’t. If he had heeded the warnings then maybe his best friend, the woman he considered a little sister wouldn’t be dead. Maybe then Sam wouldn’t have to cry himself to sleep over what he did. No, Sam stares up at the ceiling every night praying to a god that had screwed them over so many times just to plead for the soul of the woman he had once regarded as a friend, an ally, a lover, to be spared. Maybe if Chuck actually listened and granted Sam’s request, he wouldn’t have to stare in the mirror with hatred burning and simmering under the surface, he wouldn’t think of himself as a freak.

”Once a freak, always a freak.” Sam thought. A thought that would have been carved into Sam's headstone when Chuck finally decides to put down the controller of his sick and twisted one player game. Its a funny thing, never truly being able to die, being used as entertainment for a sick God. At least that's what Calliope always said.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Calliope once promised. Calliope was a dangerous woman, she always knew how to outsmart you even if you were twenty steps ahead, maybe that’s why she got along with the Winchesters so well. Or maybe it was that she was a sharpshooter who could rival Dean’s skills. Or how she would understand Cas’ newfound love for humans, or moreso a newfound love for a human named Dean Winchester. Either way, Calliope Conners was a force to be reckoned with, one that God found sadistic pleasure in messing with.

The bunker was cold, it always had been, but somehow without the distant warm and twinkling laugh echoing down the hall, it felt even colder. The one place that once housed a dysfunctional gang of misfits turned family, now felt frozen in time. The air was thick as the Winchesters set down their bags in the war room, their faces blank, a shell of who they used to be. Dean tried to hide his tears, but there are only so many tears that can fall before the booze turns sour with despair and regret.

(To be Continued)

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Day seven of writemas

Fandom: supernatural

My prompts: dialogue; "If I were to die, would you try to save me? Or would you quicken my ending?" | narration; He tried to speak, he tried his hardest, but no sound would come. | setting; The dead of night | feeling; The bite of the cold

Chuck shurley x Gender-neutral reader

Warnings: I don't think so

Feedback is always welcome <3

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It was late at night everything around you was quiet, it sounded dead and snowflakes fell around you and Chuck, it was a cold night yet you didn’t dress up to warm yourself you only wore a sweater and some jeans. The cold bit at every piece of skin it could come in contact with, you seemed deep in thought, you had a sad look on your face but you also looked peaceful. “If I were to die, would you try to save me?” you looked at Chuck before finishing your thought “or would you quicken my ending?”

Chuck seemed frozen in place. What were you talking about? He tried to speak, he tried his hardest for any words to spill from his lips but no sound would come out, the lump in his throat caused no sound whatsoever. You smiled sadly and looked ahead at the frozen lake, chuck couldn’t get his mind to rest it was going a million miles per second. He couldn’t come to the acceptance that you were gonna die.

“I’ll save you.” he was finally able to say what he was thinking, he struggled to get the words out but he had hoped it had the effect he wanted it to.

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Body Double

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Chuck and his artist girlfriend do a body double date

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You woke up to your bed empty just as it was last night, you frown and get up from the bed. You stretched and checked the clock, '8:32' you sigh and head down the stairs to see chuck sleeping on his desk. You laughed as you noticed his drool and his glasses crooked on his face.

You grabbed a blanket from the couch and laid it across his shoulders looking at the screen you chuckled lightly at the inconvenience his sleep would cause for him; the whole page was the letter 'z' over and over again. 'He must've fell asleep on it' you thought.

You walked to the kitchen to make Chuck his coffee and you decided you wanted pancakes. Grabbing the just ass water batter and start cooking.

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While waiting on the last pancake to finish, you jumped at the feeling of hands placing themselves on your waist. "Didn't mean to scare ya'" Chuck had a deep voice, but an even deeper morning voice. You smile and lean back into him. His chin was resting on your shoulder. "Did you make any f'me?"

"You think I can eat all this? Also, there's some coffee ready for you." He kissed your shoulder. "My savior." He let go to grab a mug to fill with coffee. You used your spatula to put the last pancake on the plate before bringing it over to the table.

Chuck sat down across from you sipping his steaming coffee. You ate most of the pancakes, but Chuck had a couple too. You spent breakfast in silence before you decided to start the painting you were commissioned for. Bringing out your paints you set up your station next to Chucks desk.

Chuck sat at his desk too and presses play on your record player, some light music filled the room and you just started painting. It was a couple of hours before your hands started to cramp up, placing your brush down you massage the muscles in your hands.

The noised coming from Chucks keyboard were slightly louder than the music. But it was quite soothing to you. Standing up you stretched out your muscles before walking over to the couch. You fall onto the couch letting your back get a break. You closed your eyes to feel the hum of the room, your muscles relaxing.

Without warning something falls on your chest, opening your eyes its Chuck. You laughed, he looked adorable his chin resting on your chest, his body between your legs, and his tired, hooded eyes looking into yours with a smile on his face. You smile and wrap your arms around him.

"Takin' a break?" He hums to answer your question. You could feel the vibrations on your chest. Chuckling tightened your grip around him before loosening your arms again. You slid one of yours hands up his back and you thread your fingers through his curly hair massaging his scalp.

His eyes fluttered closed and he relaxed into you, you admired his soft features and watch him fall asleep. Soon your eyes felt heavy, and you drifted off into a comforting nap.

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Paintbrushes And Romance

Part 2 🥰

A/N: So excited for this, not sure how many part's there's going to be, but I'm sure excited to see where it goes... Embrace the journey with me .. 🐞🥰

Warnings:

The vibration and ringing of a phone breaks your concentration on this sketch, looking at the caller id, you smile, its your mom! Hey my dearest mommy bear, you jokingly answer, Hi my love, you hear your mom's kind voice on the other end, oh the love you have for her, she'll probably never realize, she has helped you overcome some difficult times in your life, honey, she says did you forget about meeting up with my friend for the mural piece she wants done? Comes the question, oh Shit! Mom I'm so sorry I got lost in this, well this piece I'm working on you say a blush creeping on your cheeks, I'll tell you all about it later, you always tell each other everything, I will be there in a little while mom , I promise you, sorry I totally forgot, regret clearly noticeable in your voice. Oh honey you are so forgetful, she says laughing a little, see you soon honey, be safe, love you. Love you too mom, see you in a few.

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Black velvet from Alannah Myles, playing interrupts Dean and Sam talking about the case he can't seem to catch a break on. The music playing comes from the corner you sat in, wow okay, he said thinking that, classic rock didn't really suit the, softness and gentleness that you were beaming out, a smile tugging at his lips, you are quite interesting he thought to himself, seeing you packing all the stuff in your bags, he's heart sank a little , will it be the last time he ever saw you.

Seeing you stand, you must be about 5 foot 2 if he guessed, quite shorter than he'd expected, but adorable looking. You definitely carry yourself with confidence, but also not thinking too much of yourself, he is good at reading people but he can't quite put a finger on you. She's probably got some damn lucky guy in her life, he thinks to himself.

Usually he would go and chat you up a little, get your number, spend the night, but something tells him your not that kind. His thoughts get interrupted by two kids running into you, probably going to the playground he saw over there, waiting for you to freak out and get angry, but instead your voice sounds like honey , all while you ask them if they got hurt, your voice not high pitched or too low, just well just sweet, he'd probably listen to you talk all day not ever getting tired of how you sound. Watching you, sort off in a daze, Dean catches what looks like a sketching book, slightly showing what looks like a man's face, if he didn't know any better, he'd say it was him, ha! Yeah right she didn't even notice me, he thought to himself, while reading the title of a book lying on top of the sketch book "Burning Rose" author "lady bug" seems strange , dark cover with a red rose covered in flames, she quickly grabs everything, throws it in, and for a moment time stood still, you look up into his eyes, Dean could've sworn he was drowning in your eyes, he can't help it, with a smile as wide as the county he looked at her, seeing her cheeks, turning to a light rose color, she shyly smiles back, that gave Dean a glimpse of what heaven probably looks like. He wanted to get up say something, maybe even just kiss you right then and there, but you left, like a little hurricane out by the door, a hurricane he wouldn't mind being caught in, he thought to himself.

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You get out of the cab, at John, and Mary Winchesters home, humbly looking house but still big, amazing garden, this is so much fun, you love doing murals, feeling comfortable, walking in, You've been busy for almost a week with this piece, looking at the wall of the front entrance, its all coming together, the green of the leaves and the white of the magnolia flowers , complimenting the decor of, the entrance, filled with neutral tones aswell as splashes of dark green and bright yellow.

Good morning darling you hear a kind voice say, morning Mrs W, how are you doing this fine morning you ask cheerfully. Oh good dear, John had to go on a business trip again, so I have the house all to myself, she says, not looking really happy about it. I'm so sorry, why don't you and my mom go doing something fun, drink coffee, maybe even a bit of wine, just don't get to tipsy now, you say teasing her! Oh really honey, you hear your mom's voice behind you, tipsy, ha! We are classy ladies, we don't drink wine this early, but no one said there's something wrong with Irish coffee, you all three burst into laughter. Come on Mary lets leave her alone in her art world, while they walk out you hear your mom laughing and saying I love you honey, you too mom, you say while picking up the brushes you need and sticking it into the back pocket of your jeans , climbing up the ladder, already humming to whatever classic rock song is playing, into your earbuds, knowing this is what you are meant to do with your life.

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It's about three in the afternoon, and he still haven't returned the pastry dishes to his mom's house, damnit, like I have time for this, letting out an irritated sigh, driving into the drive way, with his black chevy impala, he'd name her baby, all while a song of Led Zeppelin is playing, he gets out, grabs the clean dishes out of the back seat, he walks towards the front entrance , puts down the dishes on the table right by the door way, looking at the picture in front of him, a woman standing on a ladder, hair braided loosely, with a black t-shirt and jeans on, covered in paint, humming and swaying to what sounds like a Bon Jovi song, while admiring the view, she loose her balance, tumbling down, Dean catches her, wide-eyed and confused she looked at him, its her, the coffee shop angel.

Fudgesticks up a fudge tree Dean hears her say, what? He looks at her while still holding her in his arms, the feeling of her so close to him its electrifying, oh sorry she says laughing a little, I try not too swear to much. Not making the effort to get out of his tight grip, he puts her down, seeing the black shirt she has on is a Guns n Roses paint splattered shirt. Well thanks for saving me from, ending up like humpty Dumpty she smiles. Oh my pleasure, he wanted to ask what's she's doing for the rest of her life, but his phone rang and he had to answer since he is the Sheriff of the town. Yeah, what is it he asks with the irritation back in his voice,? There's been another victim boss, says the young deputy, okay Jack I'm on my way, just hold on , he closes the phones speaker with one hand, looking at the beauty in front of him with paint all over her, even on her even on her face, all he can say is good day miss and he starts walking out the door, not waiting for a response.

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Arriving at the scene, there he sees it again, this damn killer is toying with them, its one big game to him, like a treasure map, they need to find, he placed the dismembered body all over, the dogs and coroner is already on scene, working. The almost gifted wrapped torso on the park bench. Dean is looking around the scene for clues as to how he chooses his victims, thinking, he doesn't have a specific type, so to say, some has light hair with light skin, some have dark hair with olive skin, its victim 8, its been 8 months since this case came to his attention, but still no clue, how he gets his victims, since he seems to toy with his victims for 3 to 4 weeks all sedatives maybe used, is already out of there system.

Waiting for the coroner, what seems like hours, he finally gets the call, Sheriff Winchester you can come and look at the body. Yeah on my way, before going in, Dean inhales a deep breath, not so much for the smell, but more for the courage to see another life taken, someone's, daughter, sister. He is a rough man, but sometimes the stuff what he sees can also take its affect on him. Shaking off whatever he just felt, walking in, he sees the women neatly placed on the cold steel table, every body part pieced together, looking at her face , she can't be older than 20-25 he thinks, while listening to the coroner telling him, how she has the rope burn bruises like all the other seven vics, the dismembering is clean, like it's done by a professional, no signs of sexual assault, the coroner goes on to say, she's been washed in some sort of alcohol almost like sanitizer to remove whatever traces of DNA there could've been. But I did find something odd by one of the cuts, the coroner said. Yeah well get to it doc, Dean says, okay jikes! Its another piece of meat, most likely beef, but its getting tested and I will let you know. Good, Dean said thanking the man, giving one last look of the woman lying there. Hell sometimes I hate this job.

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The stars clearly visible in the dark skies, while sitting on his porch, whiskey on his breath, a worried look on his face, thinking about the day, the case, the parents of the woman he had to let know that they found their daughter, but she didn't make it, how they had to ID her and the damn tears and despair afterwards... Taking another sip of his whiskey, thinking about the coffee shop angel he saw again and how happy and carefree she is like she doesn't have a worry in the world , not a inch of sadness he detected in her eyes or her sweet honey filled voice.

Wondering why he haven't seen her around in this old town, contemplating what he already knows about her, she doesn't really like to be seen, she likes classic rock, she doesn't like swearing, clearly she likes fudge, and she must be an artist, he can't help it but he starts smiling when he remembers her laughter filling his ears, oh yes and she likes to read remembering the book he saw, quickly taking out his phone he does an internet search of this author "lady bug" three best selling novels, there's the one with the rose, he reads the review and then the ending, of the book because he ain't much of a reader so his not going to read the whole thing!

Wait, what! This book its, clearly one of those steamy romance books but its also a thriller, okay , she is something else, he reads the ending of the book again. "Like a burning rose he ignites your soul when his lips come crashing to yours, flames of passion dancing in your eyes, hands and body intertwined, his love for you burning away all the thorns of past heartbreaks and mistakes, knowing his touch is crumbling your walls and with the thought of knowing your safe with him, you give into the flames engulfing your soul."

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Smoke Eater || Series Masterlist

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

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Chapters:

Part 1 - Class and Style - Podcast Version!

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

Part 10 - Toil and Trouble

Part 11 - Heart of the Home

Part 12 - All in the Family

Part 13 - Boiling Point

Part 14 - Message in a Bottle

Part 15 - The Good Part

Part 16 - Break Down the Gates

Part 17 - The Real Deal

Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

Epilogue - Easy as Pie

Series Complete!

Bonus One-Shots:

Something Real** Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

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