#dean Winchester x black!reader

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dean winchester x bimbo!gf reader who also hunts????

“Cmon, you're a smart girl, tell me what kind of monster it is.” Dean whispered in your ear, before placing smooth, open mouth kisses down your shoulder. Dean guided you hips up and down his dick, harder, making it harder for you to think.

“I-i don't know Dean.” You moaned, holding onto the front seat of the well used, impala.

Dean sighed, stopping your hips roughly. “Then I don't know if you can cum.” Dean who wanted to get his orgasm just as well as he wanted you to get yours forced his hips not to jolt closer to you.

You wanted to prove to him and other hunters that you were smart enough to be an amazing hunter. You already had the fighting skills but your brain, well that's another story. You had him test you on your basic knowledge as well as your knowledge of the horrors you guys fight everyday. It started off as a real quizzing, but later became a game to the both of you. The more questions you got right, the more kisses you get. Then it progressed to the more questions right, the more orgasms you got. Thats how you ended up in the back of Dean’s car, riding him while he listed off off characteristics of monsters that you had to guess what it is.

You scraped your brain as fast as you could, as your orgasm faded into the background. You gasped when you finally figured it out. “It's a Denim!” You cried out.

Dean sighed. “Dinjin.” He corrected you, but started snapping his hips back into you, roughly, making you whine in pleasure. “Close enough though.”

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I saw your post for requests and I was hoping you could write one of mine 🫠. Can you do something like an au where Dean did go to college briefly but left to continue hunting. But while he was in college he met reader and they start dating and when he left he told her he’s come back for her but he didn’t. Time skip to s3 after he sold his soul he comes back hoping to rekindle only to see how him breaking her heart changed her

Whether or not that get back together is up to you

Back into my life

Dean Winchester x Blackfem!reader

an: im so glad you asked this because its been the longest time since I’ve written for dean and i think its time to add him back to my roster. Also the person who requested this PM’ed me and asked for reader to be black.

Dean knew he was wrong. Dean knew sam knew he was wrong. But he couldn’t help himself, he had a year left and he wants to spend it with the woman he fell in love with all those years ago. If you’d let him. He knew you’d give him hell, but he was willing to take it if it meant he could at least see you again, hear your voice one last time.

“You sure you wanna do this man? I mean y/n is a hell of a force especially when she’s mad” Sam asked from the passenger seat. Dean didn’t answer, he stared at the entrance to the bar that a friend of yours had told him where to find you with a smirk on his face when dean mentioned who he was.

Without even answering he got out of the car, Sam followed quickly behind, hoping that this ended well but knowing your fiery nature and deans macho attitude, it wouldn’t.

When they entered the bar deans eyes immediately found you, you weren’t hard to spot, it was like his eyes just knew where to look. You were laughing with a group of friends in a pretty little dress that complimented your skin and your hair was out of the braids you used to keep them in during college.

Every part of you made his heart pound out of his chest.

Before he knew it he excused himself to the bathroom or really just left Sam standing. And thankfully so because not long after you found your eyes wandering as they did very often and your eyes landed on a familiar face, unmistakably Sam. Your heart plummeted to the ground, you knew that if Sam was here there was a really big chance dean was too.

You excused yourself from your friends and made your way over to the man who had grown even taller since you’d last seen him. You pushed your way through the sweaty crowd hoping to reach him before he disappeared in the crowded club.

You reached him just in time to see him start making his way to a table. “Sam!” You shouted over the loud music. The tall man turned around and his eyes widened as if the reason for being here wasn’t for his brother to seek you out, he just hadn’t been expecting you to see him before dean. “Y/n, its nice to see you” he said scratching the back of his head.

You gave him a look “is he here?” You asked, Sam looked as if he was debating lying but a look from you threw the thought right out of his head “he’s uh- in the bathroom” he stuttered.

You inhaled deeply pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation. After the week you had of course the only guy you’d ever fallen in love with and was so kind as to leave you in the dust, was back.

You looked back to Sam who stood awkwardly, awaiting whatever it was you had to say. “Why now do you two decide to pop up? You got hunt or something?” You questioned squinting your eyes.

“Uh no we-“ “I just wanted to see you again” your heart skipped a few beats at the sound of his voice, that love you had for him blossomed in your stomach as if you were taken back to all those years ago, but the rage also built and quickly overpowered any kind of love that was there.

You slowly turned around facing the green eyed man. He hadn’t looked a day older than the last time you saw him, though his hair was shorter and he was a little taller and muscular he was still Dean.

“Hey sweetheart” he said cautiously with an uncertain smile on his face. You couldn’t stop your hand from connecting to his face with a little too much force before leaving the bar entirely.

Dean was shocked by how hard you hit him, yes he was completely deserving of it it didn’t take away from the shock factor. He looked to Sam who was trying his hardest to hold back his laugh before following you.

You didn’t know what to do, you were driven to the bar by Chelsea and she was somewhere inside doing god knows what.

You couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes, you always thought that if he ever came back you’d stand tall and give him a piece of your mind and that slap was hardly scratching the surface of what you needed to say.

You felt like the world was spinning and the sound of him calling your name and his rushed footsteps coming toward you hadn’t been helping.

“Sweetheart please-“ “please what Dean?” You whipped around to face him. “What you want me to listen to whatever sob story you make up so I feel bad for you? Not gonna happen” you shook your head.

Any ounce of confidence he previously had was shattered. Standing here looking at your broken teary eyes he felt his throat closing up. “No that’s not why-“ “how could you do that to me Dean? I gave you my heart, my body and my soul and you took it with you when you left. All I had was one lousy message a promise that couldn’t have meant much to you to begin with. You said you’d come back for me. And I waited, and waited, and waited, for you Dean. For years.” You threw your head back, looking at the stars as you tried to keep from letting the tears in your eyes fall.

There was a long silence, you waited for anything from Dean but you were only met with silence. “One hell of an apology” you said, moving around him to go back to the bar. You had to get Chelsea and go or at least borrow her car, thankfully you weren’t too drunk to drive.

“I tried to stay” Dean shouted from behind you. Your steps faltered to an eventual pause. “I tried to call, hell I even tried to come back” he said. You turned around, his back was facing you and his head was down as if he was ashamed. “Why didn’t you?” You questioned, net even positive you wanted the answer.

“My dad. He came back, after a hunt and I’d got home late from hanging out with you. Even though Sammy could handle himself he was pissed” he paused “he questioned me ten ways to hell until I broke. Told him about you and how much I loved you, that you were good for me and accepted me and what I do.”

You had not even noticed when you started walking back towards him, it was like his body was pulling your body back to him where it belonged.

“I mean he was furious. Never seen him that mad in my life. He packed us up and left, broke my phone and the sim. After a while he told me you were better off without me. That all I’d bring you is death and destruction” the more Dean talked the more broken he sounded.

You grabbed his face moving it to face you. “Oh god… dean” you didn’t even know what to say to him. His eyes held so much pain it couldn’t be health for one person. “ ‘m sorry sweetheart, I should’ve came back, I shou-“ you cut him off pressing your lips firmly to his. You held his face with such softness you were scared he might disappear again.

Dean sighed into the kiss, bringing you closer by your hips, you body felt ignited again. The flame that blew out once he left was back, and you wouldn’t let anything take it away from you again.

You disconnected from the kiss “I’m sorry, I spent all these years resenting you and you suffered just as bad as me” you whispered, feeling like if you spoke any louder you might snap into a reality where this was just a dream.

“You’re mine again sweetheart. From now until the end” for him it wasn’t long. But you didn’t need to know that. Not yet at least.

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Myth- Ghost in the Tower

Summary:  When eerie glitches and a mysterious death disrupt the Avengers’ peace, they discover a supernatural threat lurking in the compound. With no experience in handling ghosts, they call on Y/N, a renowned hunter known as "The Myth," to help confront the danger. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Mutant! Reader Bucky Barnes x Mutant! Reader

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Warnings: Death Ghost Barely any Dean and in this one This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

A/N: This is the first part there will be more interaction with Dean, Bucky and Y/n coming soon but I wanted to put something out! Please enjoy! If you would like to request any one shots for this series please do!

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Ghost in the Tower

Bucky, Steve and Sam were finally having a quiet morning in the compound. Though rare, it was very much appreciated by the three. The smooth voice of Marvin Gaye played through the room while the three ate their breakfast. “You see this here boys? This is a classic. Nobody’s touching Marvin Gaye!” Sam exclaims to the two. Bucky and Sam couldn’t help but agree. Ever since they met Sam, he’d been trying to introduce the two to new things that weren’t from the 40’s, some things were a miss, but when it came to music, Sam never gave them a bad artist. As the next song came on, it started to slightly glitch, something that never really happened. “Friday, you alright?” Bucky called to her but no response came. Then suddenly Run Rabbit Run! started to play in a deep voice over the speakers. “Sam, this song came out in the 30’s we know this one.” Sam shakes his head in fear. “This isn’t me.” The boys all look at each other. Suddenly the electronics start to move and turn on. A loud shriek exits out of Sam’s mouth. “Oh, hell no!” It then all stops as if nothing has ever happened and Marivn Gaye makes his return once again. “Something isn’t right. I think we should go talk to Stark about this.” Steve says slightly creeped out. “Friday?” Bucky tested to see if the AI was back online. “Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” They collectively sigh. “Can you call Stark in the kitchen?” Friday confirms letting the three know that he would be there in five. 

“What can I do for you three?” Stark asks when he enters. “I think something may be wrong with Friday.” Steve starts. Tony’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean? She’s been working perfectly fine for me? You sure old folks just don’t know how to work these new gadgets.” Bucky’s eyes roll. “Nah man, somethings definitely up. She started playing creepy ass music and all the electronic stuff just started glitching!” Sam is still clearly freaked out by what just happened. “That doesn’t sound right. Let’s check right now. Friday, run a diagnostic test.” Tony calls out to her. “Running tests.” Friday takes a moment before speaking again. “Systems are running steadily. There seems to be no issues.” Tony crosses his arms. As if on cue, all the lights power off and there’s a scream that comes from an nearing hallway. Tony, Steve and Bucky all run towards the noise. “I’m too black for this.” Sam sighs fear evident in his voice. He goes to follow them weary. 

Bucky isn’t quite sure what he was expecting when he reached the person who screamed, but a body wasn’t on the top of his list. Especially with the way that the poor girl was looking as if she was alive sitting at a desk, but it was clear by her slit throat and unmoving eyes, she wasn’t. The person who screamed stood crying on the side of the office staring at her unmoving boss. When Sam finally entered the room he almost gagged, looking away quickly. They all wished the lights that just recently came back on were off again. Steve goes over to the woman who is crying to console her and hopefully get some answers. “Hey, breathe with me. What’s your name?” The girl breathes for a second, her tears calming down a bit. “Lana,” She whispers out. “Can you tell me what happened here?” She nods tears exiting her eyes once more. “I went to go check on Sophie since the lights have been acting super weird all day in the office and then it was super cold all of a sudden, but then I found her like this-” Her voice cracks and she starts crying again. Tony is oddly quiet and Bucky stares at him. “What are you thinking, Stark? Did someone infiltrate us?” Tony shakes his head. “I think we have a ghost.” Tony groans. “Ghosts? Come on, Tony. Ghosts aren’t real.” Bucky says. “Friday, if you’re working, call Fury and tell him we need him ASAP in the conference room. We’re going to need his help. He might have a contact for this. Also can you get someone in here to help us with this unfortunate situation.” She luckily responds. Tony focuses back on the other three. “Ghosts are real. They aren’t the only supernatural thing that’s out there either. Fury knows all about it.”

Bucky sits in shock with Steve and Sam in the conference room as Fury confirms what Tony said was all true. Ghosts, Demons, Angels and things he’s never even heard of exist right under everyone's noses. “Wait so why aren’t we doing anything about this? This is a big deal, Fury. Someone should be on this.” Steve asks. “People are on this, Captain. All over the world there are people’s whose job it is to hunt these creatures down. We deal with the aliens and people, they deal with the rest. And lucky for us, I have someone who works on this type of situation. I’ll give her a call.” The boys look at each other. “Her?” Bucky asks. “Yes, you may have heard of her. She’s known as The Myth.” A blush sweeps over Bucky’s cheeks, remembering the first time they met. He was waiting to see her again. They had been texting a bit here and there but they still had yet to meet up again. He hated that this was the circumstances they had to meet, but he was looking forward to her entrance.

When Y/n got the call from Fury, she was also enjoying her day. She was sitting comfortably at a diner right outside of Chicago, her favorite city. It was her first off day in a couple of months. She had been hunting to clean up for the past few months and she was looking forward to her week off. Now she’s looking at his name across her phone screen. She groans before swiping and answering. “Yes, Fury. You’re interrupting my vacation.” She says taking a bite of one of her fries. “We need you down here.” Fury says in a serious tone. “Another cleaning-” He cuts her off quickly. “No, I think we may have a situation that is under your other jurisdiction.” Y/n sits up straighter. “You’re lying. If you miss me, Nick, you can just say that, you don’t have to make up a supernatural being just to see me.” Fury groans. “Y/n, I’m serious. I think we have a ghost. And it’s already killed one person. Tell me where you are and I’ll send a quadjet.” Y/n calls a waitress over, to get a to-go box, after telling Nick where she is. The waitress goes and gets one. “I need to bring in some others if that's okay. These ghosts aren’t my strong suit. They’re the best in the business.” Y/n warns. “Whatever you need, we just need this problem gone and no more lives lost” Nick responds. “Nick you better be glad I love you like a father because you’re really ruining my week off.” Y/n could hear the eye roll in his voice. “Thank you and I’ll see you in 2 hours.” Y/n hangs up with Fury before quickly dialing another number. “Hey, Dean? How’d you like to meet the Avengers?”

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Somebody's Problem | Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader

Summary: Dean couldn't help but think how you were somebody's problem.

No warnings.

A/N: This is a songfic loosely based on Morgan Wallen's song Somebody's Problem lyrics are written into the ff. Short read.

Parties were the best place to get laid. Especially college parties. Dean wasn't a college student, but where there was booze and chicks, he was there. He's got a red solo cup in his hand filled to the brim with warm beer. He's smiling at girls who send him flirtatious winks, but none of them are good enough to pull him their way. He keeps moving through the party. Bodies everywhere, weed lingers in the air and Eric Church played from somewhere. Dean sipped his beer moving through the party until he was out front with a couple who were almost out of their clothes on the front lawn. At least someone would be getting some ass.

A gray-matted BMW pulled up to the party. Windows rolled down, music blasting. Dean sees the 30-A sticker on the back windshield. Two-tone tank top slipping off your shoulder kinda girl when you step out. Dean lowers his red solo cup. For a second, the world stands still.

Ooh, I know where this is going. I already know it. Dean thought.

He watches as you walk past. Throws a look his way. A little smile from gloss cherry-tinted lips. Dean knew the type of girl you were. Likes shopping with Daddy's black American Express, and long vacations in exotic places.

It's like in those few split seconds Dean saw everything as you slowly moved by. He wanted to know your name. Know your favorite color and your favorite song. Shit. This wasn't like him to want to go that deep (that was deep for him). You were just a girl. But Dean's mind saw you as something more than that.

How you were somebody's problem. Somebody's goodbye.

You being the last number that they can't find.

You were somebody's best day. Somebody's worst night.

You were the reason somebody left the porch light on.

Then here was Dean, thinking of your beautiful complexion. You're a shade darker from being out on the beaches of Cancun.

Damn. He's thinking now how he loved to drown in them heartbreaker brown eyes of yours.

Oh, she's about to be my problem.

So Dean gets close to you. You're dancing in a way that Dean imagined was the way a Goddess could dance. And Dean he sips his drink watching you. You pulled him by his shirt, body pressed against his. He liked this. You smell of Jasmine blossom and lilacs, and Dean is crazy about the smell. He wanted to lean into you, to smell more of you, to kiss you, to wrap his arms around your waist and keep you forever.

You're the kinda girl once somebody had you, they couldn't stand to lose you. Kinda girl where your friends tell you “Don't F it up.”

You're the kinda girl that guys try to get your number to sliding through the summer to talking about love.

Dean wanted to be that summer love you'll think about in mid-hot September to harsh winters In December. He wants to be the thoughts that keep you warm in the middle of those cold nights. Dean doesn't think twice when he leans forward a bit and kisses your lips. He tastes of beer. You hold his face between your hands. For Dean, he thought he'd be a face you'd forget somewhere between the tequila shots by the end of the night if the two of you didn't end up upstairs in a bedroom naked between a stranger's bedsheets.

Wherever it led, Dean didn't care.

Dean loses himself in you. Oh, he wanted to try all the problems you were for somebody else.

He thinks he's crazy for wanting that, but maybe he was.

A/N: If you want to request Dean x blk reader my request are always open. :) Thanks for reading!

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EP.3 - Fresh Blood

EP.3 - FRESH BLOOD synopsis | 1 | 2 | 3 |

If there's one thing The Spirit wasn't, it was stupid.

Since Lincoln, things have been slightly off tilter. Ruby had been perfectly fine with the trajectory of her mission, even going as far as physically making her stalking appearance known to the younger Winchester.

For the Spirit, her mind had began to focus elsewhere. While riding across the Interstate, she could hear the familiar searing of a name being written on her list. Taking a quick look, her eyebrow bone shifts with confusion.

Gordon Walker.

The golden sheet burns away, the hole displaying a series of memories which were quick to keep her interest. Flashes of the Winchester brothers dashing away from her suspect turn into close ups of the brothers slashing, punching, and aiming for the chasee.

The hole patches itself, the crisped edges seaming itself back together. The Spirit takes off, following the trail that glows before her. The flames around her flicker, lighting the night sky with manic cackle.

< Albany, New York >

"Hey, we got you," Sam reassures the sobbing girl. "Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here."

Once he unties her, he begins to guide her out of the room, however, the kidnapped girl could barely walk. Dean then picks her up, cradling her in a fireman's hold. He goes to take a few steps forward when a metal door slides between the brothers, cutting Sam off from Dean.

"Sam!" Dean yells through the metal. The younger man calls out, "Dean," as he pounds his fists against the door.

Realizing that there was no way for them to remove the barrier, Dean simply shouts a warning. "Be careful!" He barks.

The lights on Sam's end turn off. The man pulls out his machete, his left hand swinging in front of him in order to register his surroundings through touch. Frightened, he clenches his jaw as his wide eyes bounce frantically across the dark room.

"Gordon! You got me where you want me. You might as well come out and fight!" Sam belts, shuffling as he looks from his left to his right.

Ominously, Gordon's deep voice echoes from around the Winchester. "I'm right here, Sam."

He eyes down Sam's every move, chuckling at the man's spooked actions. "What's the matter, Sammy?" He mocks.

"So this is really the way you want to do it, huh?" Sam huffs, eyebrows furrowed.

"Damn right I do," Gordon snarls in response. "You have no idea what I faced to get here. I lost everything. My life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam."

The younger man chimes, "look who's talking." Gordon nods, "you're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer."

"Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice," Sam chastises.

Gordon shakes his head, "I don't."

"Yes, you do, Gordon," Sam argues. "You didn't kill that girl." Gordon smirks, his blood tainted eyes staring holes into the Winchester.

"No, I didn't," he hums. "I did something much, much worse."

Gordon shifts across the shadows. "I got to hand it to you, Sam. You got a lot of people fooled. But see, I know the truth. I know what it's like. We're the same now, you and me. I know how it is walking around with something evil inside you."

"It's just too bad you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna. As soon as I'm done with you. Two last good deeds. Killing you and killing myself," he monologues.

Gordon comes to a stop, having herded Sam's back against the weak wall. He charges toward the Winchester, tackling him through the weak point. Quickly he swats away Sam's machete before standing.

Coming around the corner, Dean aims the Colt for Gordon's head only to have his arm grabbed and twisted before being tossed against the broken wall. Gordon rushes for him, clutching Dean by the collar.

He goes to sink his teeth into Dean's neck when a burning chain link wraps around his neck. The vampire chokes, eyes widening in shock at the unexpected attack. The former hunter flies backwards from the Winchesters, landing at the tip of a figure's black leather Talula boots.

As the chain unravels from his neck, the vampire jumps to his feet as a desperate effort to attack the newcomer only to come to a pause at the sight of them. His blood thirsty eyes widen as he stumbles backwards, the trembling onyx pearls reflect the bright orange flames that face.

The Spirit takes a step closer to him, her jaw jiggling and popping as if mocking the infected man. "Monster... versus... monster," she croaks.

Gordon clenches his jaw, his stubborn idiocy winning over his -- very slim -- logical thoughts. He leaps for her, hands reaching for her boney neck only to be intercepted by her own hands. The searing heat of her flames was unlike any flame he's ever felt as it eats away at his skin like some kind of living creature.

As he melts away, she rips his head off with ease, tossing the bodily piece away with a thud. The Spirit then looks over at the Winchester brothers, head tilted as her empty eyes study them.

The youngest lays in a heap, fighting for a catch of breath. The eldest, on the other hand, was clutching his neck in pain. Straightening her posture, she goes to walk back to where she came from but her body stops.

A voice... another spirit, something nags at her to stop. She turns around, returning her gaze to the brothers. With a groan, she marches over to Sam and wraps his arm over her shoulder as she helps him to his feet. She then walks over to Dean and lifts him to his feet as well.

Sam looks over at the Spirit, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "You saved us," he trails, panting. "Again. Why?"

Without hesitance, the Spirit morphs into her human form. The brothers watch with suppressed awe as the burning skeleton turns into the most beautiful woman they've ever seen. To them, this could be a possible moment to take advantage of.

To the Spirit of Vengeance this has never been moment to have happened nor has she ever thought to reveal her mundane form to anyone. She couldn't begin to think of a plausible excuse for herself and she'd hoped that they wouldn't bother to ask her a single question.

"What the hell?" Dean whispers. His wide green eyes trail her curved figure up and down, raising an eyebrow with interest. "That's... what spooky burning skeleton looks like? A hot redhead Pam Grier."

He chuckles, looking over at Sam. "Awesome." Sam side eyes his brother, eyes lit with irritation. Dean clears his throat, looking back at the Spirit. "Not awesome."

"Look," she starts with a deep sigh. "This is the best way for me to communicate and you're gonna deal with it."

Dean chuckles once again, an excited -- almost flirtatious -- smirk at hearing the supernatural creature's voice. "Oh, there are no complaints from me, babydoll. None at all."

Sam simply rolls his eyes at this point. "You saved us back in Lincoln and you saved us again, why?"

"My job is to hunt," she answers with a simple shrug. "You humans hunt anything and anyone that doesn't live life your way."

She points at her chest, "myself, on the other hand, I hunt the sinners of the world. Human, demon, vampire; you name it. All it takes is for you to spread nothing but violence and hatred in this world and your name's on my list."

"I'm not your knight in shining armor," she scoffs. "And I'm for damn sure not your guardian angel. You got in the way of my target and in order to finish the job, I had to save you."

Dean leans forward, "so, what are you then?" She purses her lips, "your guess is as good as mine, lad."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam questions. She raises her eyebrows with exasperation, "exactly what i said. I'd say I'm a demon, but many others would disagree."

With that, she walks around the duo and whistles with her fingers. Revving from around the corner, her motorcycle comes flying towards the group with a trail of flames following it. Dean's eyes widen with a childish awe as the light of hellfire reflects among the green.

He leans towards Sam and whispers, "she's awesome." Undoubtably, Sam nods along with raised eyebrows as he too eyes the motorcycle with surprise.

"When will we see you again?" Sam wonders.

She shrugs, with a nonchalant stare. "Who knows. Maybe never. But I will say this, there's a town in Massachusetts. White picket fences, closed community, and a group of katty housewives."

"If I were you two," she pauses with a teasing smirk. "I'd bring a box of gloves and a bottle of antiseptic with you."

Before either could ask her anything, she revs her engine once more before tearing down the road without another word. As the wind whips against her face, curls waving through the air, her once humored gaze falters.

She couldn't fathom the purpose behind her not only speaking with the Winchesters but letting them slip through a wall that even Lilith couldn't force her way through. She wasn't a manipulative person, unlike others.

She was a massive loner who preferred to work alone and just ride her motorcycle from dusk to dawn. She never appreciated working with any demon, regardless of rank, and evaded crossing ways with hunters to avoid questions.

She never had a sense of self and could care less about trying to investigate ancient history. She lived in peace, her life was chaotic but it was peaceful until Lilith and Azazel's obsession with freeing their creator dragged her into this mess.

If it wasn't for them and the stupid devil's gate, she wouldn't have met the Winchesters and she wouldn't have revealed herself to them. Hell, she wouldn't have even exposed her next move to them.

Something inside of her is threatening her mask and she'll be damned if a pair of human hunters thinks she's some form of an ally. She'd rather burn for another millennium than allow that shit to happen.

CHAPTERS -> 4 | 5 | 6 |

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*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagines

Dean Winchester

Comfort - After having a nightmare in the middle of the night, the reader wakes up and goes to find somewhere to cry. Dean finds her and comforts her.

Support (Sequel to Comfort) - Waking up from a nightmare and not being able to go back to sleep, Dean heads down to his man-cave. (Y/N) finds him and comforts him.

Sam Winchester

None Yet

Castiel

Clarence - While looking for a place to sleep, (Y/N) talks to another homeless man named Clarence. *MALE READER*

Castiel (Sequel to Clarence) - (Y/N) wakes up in a strange place and finds ‘Clarence’ there and asks him to explain himself. *MALE READER*

Death (The First One)

None Yet

Series

Death (The First One)

Intriguing Series 

Intriguing - Death makes a surprise visit to the reader.

Puzzling - Death finds (Y/N) again and strikes up a small conversation with her.

Alluring - Wanting to binge watch Netflix for the night, (Y/N) has a familiar guest pop in to join her. He shares something important with her.

More to Come...

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Certain Things

Okay, I promise that everything I post will not be a song fic. I'm just trying to share some pieces I already wrote before I start anything new. This is another character x reader, but this time they're getting married. This is one of my favorite pieces, and I hope you like it as well. Enjoy 😁

WC: 845

Song: "Certain Things" by James Arthur (bold italics are lyrics)

Deep breath.

Inhale…

Exhale…

I stared in the mirror, unable to recognize the woman that was staring back at me. 

She was breathtaking.

Her hair was split into two braids that met into a bun and she had some loose curls to frame her face. Something simple, yet regal. 

Her makeup wasn’t anything dramatic, either. Very natural, with a hint of glitter dusting her cheekbones. I met the woman’s gaze and my breath caught in my throat. The deep blue eyeshadow that decorated her eyes made the golden honey irises pop; it contrasted beautifully with her chocolate brown skin. 

I glanced down at the woman’s dress. It was a navy blue ball gown that hung off of her shoulders. The sleeves were embellished with blue flowers, along with the bodice, which was cut into a deep V plunge. 

She was also wearing a veil. It was clipped into her hair and trailed behind her like a cape. Her neck and earlobes were adorned with diamond jewelry that sparkled in the sunlight coming from the window. And on her left hand, there was a pear cut diamond ring on her ring finger.

The woman seemed to glow, almost as if… she wasn’t human. Yeah, that’s it. This woman was too graceful, too elegant. Ethereal, goddess-like, even. Her brown skin glistened in the light; she looked divine.

It was really hard to believe that the woman in the mirror was me.

Deep breath.

Inhale…

Exhale…

A knock at the door shook me out of my thoughts. I spared the woman in the mirror one last glance before turning around to open the door. 

My dad was on the other side, fidgeting with his suit.I shook my head, smiling softly. 

“Dad, stop,” I pulled his hands down to his side. “You’re gonna wrinkle your suit.”

I smoothed out his tux, picking off invisible lint to hide my own nervousness. “You look great, I promise.” 

He nodded his head and took a deep breath. 

“You ready?”

Inhale…

Exhale…

“Yes.”

Breathe.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

I looped my arm with his, holding on extra tight. I heard the music begin to play and I had to fight back my tears; my sister would kill me if I messed up my makeup.

This is it. This is really happening.

Something about you

It's like an addiction

Hit me with your best shot, honey

My dad led me out the room and down a short hallway. I left the decorations to my mother, so this is my first time seeing everything put together. 

This is…beautiful.

It’s everything I imagined and more.

I've got no reason to doubt you

'Cause certain things hurt

And you're my only virtue

And I'm virtually yours

“Dad, I’m scared.” I kept my gaze straight, worried that if I looked anywhere else, I might trip. 

I heard him sigh. 

“Me too.”

We came to stand in front of a pair of double doors that opened to the outside. The glass was stained, so I could only see shapes and shadows of what laid on the other side.

Inhale…

Exhale…

There's something about you

It's when you get angry

You have me at your mercy

The doors opened.

Here we go.

“Don’t let me fall,” I whispered.

And you're like a shoulder to turn to

“Never.”

Cause certain things burn

Just when we're hanging on for dear life

We began walking down the aisle. I saw everyone stand up, but I wasn’t really paying attention- not to them at least. My eyes were locked on him. 

We held on so tight

The love of my life.

And there’s certain things that I adore

I’ve never really thought that I would actually reach this point. Don’t get me wrong, I always dreamed of getting married and having a big wedding. Of writing my own vows, professing my love for my amazing partner. I just guess I never really believed something so grand could be in the works for me.

As we gazed into each other's eyes, I couldn’t help but wish that this aisle was shorter. I’ve finally found my happy ending, my happily ever after and I wanted nothing but to be near him. To hurry up and get this over with so we can begin spending the rest of our lives together. 

We reached the altar and as was tradition, my dad placed my hand in his, giving me away. I heard a small sniffle from my dad before he went to sit down.

The song started to come to an end, with one verse left, one that I couldn’t help but sing along to as I stared into my future husband’s eyes. There was nothing, no one, except me and him; nothing else mattered in this moment.

I brought my hand up to his cheek as the tears began to spill over. He leaned into my touch and kissed my palm. I saw nothing but love, happiness, and complete joy in his eyes. I smiled as I sang the last few words quietly.

“Certain that I’m yours.”

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Myth - Worlds Collide

Summary:  Y/n, a powerful ally known as "the Myth," teams up with the Avengers and the Winchester brothers to investigate a ghostly presence at Avengers Tower. Tensions rise as Y/n navigates her complicated relationships with Bucky Barnes and Dean Winchester while leading the team in combining supernatural expertise with advanced technology to solve the mystery.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Mutant! Reader Bucky Barnes x Mutant! Reader

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Warnings: Death Ghost Barely any Dean and in this one This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

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Worlds Collide

“Furyyyy,” Bucky hears a familiar yet more goofy voice of the woman that he knows as formally the Myth ring through the room. When Y/n walks through into the conference room, she doesn’t even notice the other men in the room. She goes for the man at the head of the table who stands when he sees her. “Y/n, it’s good to see you, kid.” She spreads her arms, encasing Fury in a hug. He doesn’t, of course, hug back because of the company that is also in the room. Steve clears his throat to get the attention of the Myth. Y/n releases the man turning around quickly. She scans the room with a smile. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t realize.” Her eyes scan over Sam and Steve before her eyes finally land on Bucky and her grin widens. “Bucky, it’s good to see you.” Bucky nods his head towards her and his lips quirk up. Her eyes look back over at the other two. “Now Cap, I know, but, you I’ve never met before.” She points to Sam. “I’m Sam Wilson. But I’ll happily change my name to your boyfriend.” He flirts. Y/n laughs as Bucky (and Fury) glares. “I like you! Anyways.” She says as she sits down getting everyone to follow suit. “Tell me what’s going on. Why do you guys think it’s a ghost?” Steve and Fury explain the situation to her. Bucky is hardly listening, though. His eyes never leave Y/n’s form. It’s the first time he’s seen her up close in months. He wasn’t sure it was possible, but she has only gotten more beautiful. He notices every movement, from the bite of her lip in concentration to the care in her eyes as she listens intently. Her eyes then flick to his, a smile gracing her lips and he can’t help but smile back. Y/n turns back to the conversation. When they finally finish telling her the story, Y/n gets a ding on her phone. She looks at it and smiles. “You guys definitely have a ghost on your hands. And luckily for you all, I have contact with the best duo in my world. They happen to be here right now, if you can let them up.” Fury calls out to Friday asking her to let Y/n’s guest in. 

Dean hadn’t seen Y/n in quite a while. It was almost three months since they had last spoken after they needed help with a clean up during a hunt. They hung out quite a bit before they stopped seeing each other. It wasn’t even that they ended on bad terms, life got busy. They shot each other texts here and there, but no phone calls or late night talks like they usually had when she was at the Bunker. Dean hated to admit it but he missed her. He missed their constant flirting, the way she made him laugh, and how badass she was at hunting. He liked her a lot, so much so Sam constantly was on his ass about calling her up. So, when Y/n called him up about this case, he was happy and it wasn’t because he got to meet the Avengers, it was her. They had just finished up a case in Pennsylvania, so they weren’t far at all from the Avengers Tower. They were on the road within the hour and made it to the Tower in 3 hours. Sam teased Dean at the speed at which they got to the haunted building leaving him grumbling. They walked through the halls as an assistant walked them to wherever they were supposed to go. “Dude, this is amazing! What if we run into Tony Stark!” Dean exclaims clearly nerding out. The assistant turned her head slightly side eyeing him. He notices and straightens up a bit, trying to seem cooler and definitely not like the nerd he is. “Not that I would care of course.” Sam laughs and rolls his eyes. “I didn’t know Y/n was this close to the Avengers. Did she ever tell you?” Sam says. “Nah, not really. I know she said she’s almost family with someone that I’d least expect, but she would not tell me who it was.” The two turn the corner and there he saw her through the glass walls. Dean was almost memorized by her as she spoke. 

Y/n turns her head as the door of the conference room opens revealing Dean and Sam. A grin spreads across her cheeks as she gets up to hug the men, going for Sam first. “Long time no see, kid. Your hair is getting longer.” She jokes pulling at Sam’s locks. She then turns to Dean and hugs him tightly.  She missed the man, honestly. She missed the way he smelt and those brief moments of vulnerability that only seemed to be for her. The hug is long, too long apparently as a person behind her clears her throat. She releases him. Y/n turns her head to look at Bucky and in that moment she realizes that she had brought the two men that she started to like, together in one room. This was going to be awkward, to say the least. Fury gives her a knowing look. “Sorry guys! I’d like you to meet Dean and Sam Wintchester, the best hunters in the country.” Y/n says after looking between Bucky and Dean for a while. There is a clear tension that radiates from them and for the first time Y/n realizes what situation she put herself in. Two guys that she definitely likes are in a room together. She kinda fucked up. She clears her throat, getting both boys to stop staring at each other and instead pay attention to her. “Dean, Sam. These are the Avengers. Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Nick Fury.” She says while pointing to each person. They all nod at each other. Sam and Dean take their seats around the table, Y/n sitting in between Bucky and Dean. “So tell us what’s going on?” Dean says, trying not to fangirl with Captain America sitting right in front of him. Y/n begins explaining their situation to the boys. “I called you both in because ghosts aren’t really my thing. I go for the messier stuff so hunters have less to clean. I was thinking we could do some research to figure out if anyone died tragically here. It can honestly be a long search because it's the Avengers Tower, people die tragically here all the time.” Dean cracks his fingers before getting up and grabbing his duffle bag. “Well it sounds like we got our work cut out for us. Is there a place we can put our bags and then show us so we can start doing our research? Also Y/n/n, I’d love your help with researching as well.” Y/n gets up and nods her head. “I’ll show you boys your room. It’s on my floor and there’s a conference room on our floor where we have everything we need. Plus Friday can answer any questions we have as well.” Dean’s eyes widened. “Wait, Friday’s real? That’s so freaking cool.” Wilson and Steve smirk at each other, trying not to laugh at his excitement. Everyone else stands up as well. “Well, please let us know if you guys need anything from us we’re around.” Steve tells Sam and Dean. “Before you guys leave, I just wanted to let you all know to make sure you carry something made of iron.” Sam tells them. “Iron?” Bucky asks. “Yeah it’s like ghost repellent. And vibranium doesn’t work.” Y/n jokes. They all exit out of the room Y/n and Fury being the last ones. Dean barely sees the kiss on the forehead that Nick gives Y/n and to be careful he tells her when he thinks no one is watching. Wilson, Steve and Fury all walk away leaving other Sam, Dean, Bucky and Y/n in the hall. Sam, Dean and Y/n begin walking away before Bucky pulls on Y/n’s arm stopping her. “Hey, can we talk real quick?” Dean’s eyes narrow slightly when he hears the man. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be right there, boys.” Bucky brushes a hand through his hair nervously. “If you’re not too busy researching and ghost fighting later, could you meet me on the roof around 9?” Y/n grins her cheeks heating up. “Yeah, of course I’ll make time for you.” She tells him squeezing his vibranium arm affectionately. “I’ll see you later, Buck.” She smiles sweetly. Y/n turns and makes her way back to Winchesters. Bucky stands there for a bit before walking away with a smile.  

“Welcome to the Avengers Tower!” Y/n exclaims looping her arms through both of the boys. “So that’s your boyfriend?” Dean asks as they make their way into the elevator and Y/n telling Friday their floor. “Nope, he’s a friend.” Dean hums, clearly jealous. Y/n dared not to say anything about it. She’s had a bit of a crush with both men and she only hoped that it wouldn’t affect this hunt. Sam glances between the two in curiosity, before clearing his throat. “Wait, Y/n/n is the Nick Fury the one you’re really close to?” She grins. “Maybe.” Sam and Dean are shocked by the confirmation. “He just seems so..” Dean trails off. “Serious, I know. But he kinda raised me when I was a teenager, dealing with my powers and stuff. So he’s pretty much only a softy to me and… Oops, I’ve said too much he’ll kill me.” Finally the elevator dings open. “Y/n tell us!” Sam follows. “Nope. Now come follow me to your rooms and we can get started on this research!”

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[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

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Still come to my shows when you don't wanna see my face.

You were an R & B singer who sang in lounges. And Dean hardly fits in, in these kinds of places, around the people and the music. But for you he showed up just to support you. He never sat in the back, always in the front so you could see him. Even after pity fights between you two when he said he would never attend another show, he was always present. Front row. Lip syncing your songs. Dean's a proud boyfriend. He never missed the chance to tell people sitting nearby: "That's my girlfriend. She's a talented singer, right?” And he would have the biggest smile on his face.