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rubyvhs · 5 months ago

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nightmare [dean winchester]

pairing; dean w x fem! reader summary; you go on a hunt with the brothers but when it goes to shit, dean can’t help being overprotective. tags; angst, stitching yourself, alcoholic dean, some you and sam in there cause he's the cutest baby, your dad died.

“fuck! sam, quick, get the girls.” dean runs into the impala forcing the engine to roar to life and flashes his lights at the highest setting for the vampires, burning their eyes as the other four get into it and he drives off.

it's quite for the first five minutes, except for the heavy breathing. the two girls that the trio rescued are sleeping peacefully, though you think it's anything but peaceful. their faces aren't relaxed, instead covered in blood and frowning, but their breaths have slowed, at least.

five minutes. that's all it takes before the tension is broken with a, “let me drive, dean.” the older winchester lets out an exaggerated airy laugh for all of two seconds before putting on a straight face and telling him no. “you're hurt, you can hardly keep your eyes open, let me drive, either of us.”

sam is right, dean is hurt way more than both of you combined, he fought off most of the vampires on his own while you took the girls and ran, but he was mostly hurt because he hadn't expected it.

your plan was to get the girls and dip then come back in the morning to wipe them out in their sleep, but you had woken one of them up with the loudest noise you've ever made when one of the girls stabbed you in the stomach with some glass she’d found on the floor.

again, taken by surprise. obviously the girls thought you were one of the vampires.

“shut up. it's only a ten minute drive to the nearest hospital.”

“we're going to a hospital?” you don't usually hunt with sam and dean, opting to stay in the motels and do some research, maybe figure out a better plan, but you've never seen them go to the hospital for their injuries, they'd always come home to you bleeding out on the floor.

“for you and the girls, yes.”

“what about you and sam?”

“it's fine.” that shut you up, his strict tone, and stare in the rear view mirror made you slide down in your seat.

ten minutes later you’ve reached 'northwest tawara horspital' and sam is helping the girls out of the impala. dean, while a wanted fugitive, does the same with you.

but you refuse. “i won't go inside if you two aren't.”

“what?” he moves a little too quickly and holds his side as he winces. god, that can't be comfortable.

“i won't go inside, we're just wasting time,” sam comes back and stands in the drivers side to talk to you, door open. “see? sam's back, let's get home quickly so we can fix you both up, and me.”

“no, you're going in.” sam was the one to insist this time but you just shake your head and stay planted into your seat. through the corner of your eye you can see both men discussing what to do then they get back in the car with a sigh.

on the drive home it’s mostly silent until you feel your eyes flutter closed. just a few seconds of sleep— but dean’s loud shout of your name wakes you up, “don't close your eyes, we need to fix you up first.” you nod and straighten up, “and what you did back there? fuckin’ reckless, don't pull that shit again. when we tell you to do something, you do it. or you don't come on hunts with us.”

“what the hell? i was the one who decided i didn't want to come with hunts on you guys, you can't take away my choice.”

“like hell i can't!” he isn't looking at you through the mirror, instead focusing on the road because you're on a busy one, but you can still feel his eyes burning into yours. it makes you shrink down in your seat. you hate how much his words affect you, and how visible it is too.

sam has has never yelled at you really, but even if he had it wouldn't have done much damage, he's too soft for that. dean though... he scares you sometimes, not that he'd hurt you or kick you out, just that he'd be disappointed in you, maybe give you the silent treatment. you don't want that, but you also hate being barked orders at.

“you can't, dean.” sam says to his brother, slapping his shoulder once to ground him back, and it seems to have worked. because you’re not a bad hunter— if anything, you have their back most of the time, you aren’t clumsy or unreliable and what happened had been a mistake that any other hunter would have made. this isn’t about hunting. this is about dean being too controlling.

you thought it was over now that you're at the motel but when he parks baby, he looks back at you, “i can, and i fucking will. you can't act like a child and expect us to let you come on the hunts. you listen to whatever the fuck we tell you to do.” your lips part in surprise, thinking of how to respond, but he doesn't even give you the chance and gets out, slamming the door behind him.

you don't look at sam as you close baby's door and start walking to the motel. sam catches up and tells you to wait and because you don't have it in you to be yelled at anymore, you turn back and face him.

he says your name, low and soft, “that wasn't an order,”

shut up before i cry “hey,” he hugs you, your head on his chest and you just let it all out. god, you feel so stupid. you can't believe you were so unprepared and you caused them all this damage. if you had just been in defense mode you would've never screamed, you've been through worst and kept quite. and though you know it’s a little irrational, you can’t help but blame yourself for not being quiet.

“hey, he's just worried about you, he means well, you know that.” you let go slightly and he kisses your forehead, telling you to go into their room and that he'll be in yours to get cleaned up.

walking into the room of the man who just basically called you a two year old is nerve-wrecking. you don't want to be screamed at and god knows you don't want to be treated like a child again. every time you think you’re getting through to dean, or that you’re becoming closer, something happens and he reminds you you’re still young, naive, and only with them because your dad had told them to.

your father is— was a hunter, he used to hunt with john sometimes, and when he heard about the apocalypse that's soon to be here and all the angels that seem to stride onto earth, he wanted to tie up loose ends, so he asked the winchesters to keep you with them until further notice.

then he never came back. but all of this is something you’ve dealt with ages ago. years even. but this? dean pushing you away all the time? acting like you’re some burden? that, you can’t get over.

“hey,” you hear his voice and turn around, not even having seen him walking towards the bathroom. “how you holding up?”

it’s a stupid attempt to make amends, but it works. the second he says anything, it works. it always does.

“fine.” you mumble and notice he’s finishing supplies to stitch himself up. ouch. you know the boys prefer to do it themselves than help the other out but you’ve always found they need a gentler hand.

you walk towards him and hold his hand in place to stop his movements, taking the needle from him. he doesn't complain, just drowns the bottle of whiskey. with one hand, the other holding his shirt up.

when it’s done you hold my hand out for the bottle and he scoffs, as if wasting his alcohol hurts him more than the wound that just got stitched up. he hands it over reluctantly.

you pull down his shirt and decide it’s better if you take a swig too. “does it hurt?” the questions rolls off easily, no matter how angry you are at him.

“i'll survive.” he shrugs like it's nothing. like the gash over most of his stomach is nothing.

“not what i asked.” dean half-heartedly glares at you but your expectant expression makes him think there isn’t a way out. and there isn’t.

“it's fine, my arm’s just sore.” you sit next to him on the bed, pushing his sleeve up and he hisses, muttering something under his breath and snatching the bottle from your hand to drown it.

“dean...” it’s surreal. it knocks all the air out of your lungs. you’ve never seen the mark, the one an angel of the lord imprinted on dean’s shoulder, though sam talked about it a couple of times. you clear your throat before he notices the staring and point to the wound, “i think you need to stitch that one too, hand me another needle.”

he does and you get to work. it’s mostly noiseless but it feels like there's something heavy in the air, a confession. though it’s impossible to tell who’s supposed to make it.

“i'm sorry.” you try to hide the surprise on your face by looking down but he doesn't let you, hooking his fingers under your chin and he makes you look up at him. “i was so worried about you.” he lets go, taking a breath in, “the way i felt when you screamed? damn it, i've never felt so scared before and i've been to hell,” he lets out a dry laugh and you smile a little. god he's so perfect.

“i don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart, never, so when i ask you to listen to me it isn't because i'm treating you like a child, i just wanna keep you safe.” there are more words on the tip of his tongue but he shuts up and it doesn’t nothing to help the growing smile on your face. it's more than you thought you’d ever get out of him.

you pour a more of the alcohol on his stitches and pull the sleeve down. “okay, you officially need a shower now, you're all booze and cologne. i need to clean this place up.”

“it's fine, sammy and i will do it.”

“not happening. go get cleaned up, i'll finish here.” you knew that what you’re doing is painfully obvious, but you hope he lets it go, just this once.

of course he doesn't, instead pulling your shirt up to reveal the various cuts that don’t need stitches, just some treatment, and the stab wound you fixed in the car when they were both too busy sulking in the tension. you’ve gotten a lot better at handling pain since you’ve started with the winchesters.

“when did you do that?”

“doesn't matter, it's done. get in the shower dean, let me clean up and go to sleep.”

“damn it, just answer me when i ask something. when did you do this?”

“car.” you’re scared, tired and you don't want to fight. but he just apologized, for god’s sake, can’t he give it a rest.

you wait for his harsh blow. words that will knock you off my feet, anything really, but he just sighs, letting the shirt go and stands up. you do the same and he embraces you in a hug that you’re quick to reciprocate. so quick you’d already had your arms around his neck before he got his around your waist.

the whiskey burns your nose but it's nothing compared to how your body burns with you so close. “dean?”

“you're so strong, you know?” he takes a beat, a breath, “but that doesn't mean shit to me, i still wanna keep you safe all the time because god knows i don't deserve you but i'm too selfish to let you go.”

you pull away just to see his face. you need to know he means what he's saying. that you’re talking about the both of you in the way you’re thinking. the desperation to convey how he feels to you, it gives you all the confidence in the world to stand a little taller and finally kiss him.

you kiss dean winchester because for the first time in ages, someone cares, someone wants you safe. someone learned from their mistake and did better, someone is fucking perfect and it's dean.

one of his hands is rough on your waist, the other on you cheek. his tongue, his cologne, it all makes you melt into him.

then ten seconds later, way too deep into the kiss he pulls away slowly, shakes his head and groans, “why'd you do that.”

you step away him in panic. you were ready for rejection, sure. a small ‘i don't see you like that’, not this.

“i'm sorry, i didn't mean to—”

“no, no, hey,” he steps closer “i just... i don't wanna do this if it's gonna hurt you. i don't know how good i will be if we go down that road and you deserve something good.”

“you are dean,” he licks his bottom lip and it catches you attention, forcing you to bite on yours, “you're good. you're perfect.”

one thing i will not allow in my household is the winchester brothers being insecure that they're not enough (pov it’s all they do). anyways sooo this is for the jensen-a-thon for @artyandink so excited to have my first entry and there’s another one i’ve been working on for a week (hopefully i’m almost done with it). hope you enjoyed this!

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gcthvile · 9 months ago

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An Unholy Alliance

Couple: Felicia MacLeod (OC) x Dean Winchester

Fandom: Supernatural

Warnings: none

Summary: A hunter and a demon are forced to work together, yet again. But this time working as a team awakens sparks between them despite his reluctance.

Felicia huffed as she looked out the passenger window of the Impala. Of all people, her dimwit brother had to assign her to work with Dean Winchester, she's already lost count of how many time Crowley did that to her, at this point, she was starting to think he was doing it on purpose. This man was more annoying than helpful in her opinion.

As they drove down the rural road towards their latest case, Dean's eyes kept flitting between Felicia and the road. "Let me get this straight, Crowley actually expects us to work together?"

"Don't look so pleased about it, darling." Felicia replied boredly, examining her nails. "It's not like I want to be stuck with you either."

"Good, cause hunting with a demon is bad enough, but you again? No thanks." Dean scoffed.

Felicia rolled her eyes. "You're no picnic either. At least tell me about this case so I know what I'm wasting my time with."

Dean briefly summarized the case - mysterious disappearances and strange attacks in a small town. Several witnesses claimed to see strange glowing eyes in the dark.

"Sounds like our run of the mill shapeshifter then." Felicia mused. "Should be simple."

"Don't get cocky. We don't know enough yet." Dean warned as he pulled up to the local motel.

A smile played on Felicia's lips. "We'll see about that darling. You go check us in. I'll start interrogating the locals and get us some real leads." Without waiting for a response, she flashed out of the car. Dean grimaced. This was going to be a long case.

Felicia flashed into the busy street outside the local diner. Her smoky gray eyes scanned the patrons through the large front window. There, in a corner booth, sat two young women gossiping over coffee. Perfect targets.

In an instant she was inside, sliding smoothly into their booth with a sly grin. "Ladies, you don't mind if I join do you? I couldn't help but overhear you discussing the strange goings on in this town. I'm new here and desperately seeking some insight."

The women exchanged a nervous glance. "Who are you?" Asked the brunette warily.

"Where are my manners? Name's Felicia." She purred, reaching across the table to shake their hands in turn. Both women visibly shuddered at her touch, but didn't pull away. Good, her demonic allure was already working on them.

"I'm Claire, this is Jess." The brunette replied hesitantly. "What do you want to know exactly?"

Felicia tilted her head, eyes flashing darkly. "Tell me everything. No details too insignificant. I want to know it all."

Claire launched into the reports of missing hikers and campers in the nearby woods. As she spoke, Felicia casually traced patterns on the back of Jess' hand, keeping the blonde enthralled. By the time Claire finished, Jess was practically salivating.

Felicia smirked. "Fascinating. You've been most helpful." She dug a scrap of paper from her pocket with her room number scribbled on. "If you think of anything else, don't hesitate to stop by."

With a wink she slid smoothly from the booth, satisfied with the first leads for her and her reluctant partner to investigate. Now back to the motel to scheme.

Felicia flashed back to the motel, finding Dean just entering their room. "Well that was quicker than expected." He commented, throwing his duffel on one of the beds.

Felicia sauntered in behind him. "What can I say, I work fast. Already have us a few leads too."

Dean raised a brow skeptically. "Do tell."

Flopping back on the other bed, Felicia recounted what she had learned from the girls. Dean listened with a frown, not looking pleased about her interrogation tactics.

"So the woods are our first stop. I say we start tracking at dusk, better chance of stumbling on any monsters that way." Felicia proposed.

"Or we could talk to the sherriff first, get the official reports." Dean countered.

Felicia groaned dramatically. "You and your proper procedures are no fun, Dean. The girls were much more willing to share than some stuffy cop." She flashed him a mischievous grin. "Don't tell me you're not at least a little intrigued by my methods?"

Dean huffed. "Your methods involve scaring innocent civilians half to death. We do this my way."

Rising from the bed with a huff, Felicia sauntered over to invade his space, looking up at him through her lashes. "Don't be like that, darling. I know you love it when I get us answers fast." She purred, running a finger along his chest.

Dean scowled, batting her hand away. "Knock it off. No flirting is getting us out of seeing the sheriff today. Now come on before I leave you behind."

Felicia pouted as Dean stormed out. Maybe working with the hunter wouldn't be as fun as she hoped, but that just meant she'd have to try harder to get under his skin.

Dean slammed the Impala door as he slid into the driver's seat, grumbling under his breath. Felicia slid into the passenger seat with a smirk.

"Aww don't be like that, Squirrel. I was just having a little fun with you." She cooed.

Dean started the car with more force than necessary. "Well knock it off. I'm not interested."

Felicia pouted dramatically. "You wound me, darling. Most men are putty in my hands. What's it gonna take to crack that hard exterior of yours, I wonder?"

Dean glared at her as he pulled out. "You know, working with you would be a lot easier if you'd actually help the case instead of screwing around."

Felicia rolled her eyes. "I told you, I already got us solid leads. But if you're so determined to waste time with the sheriff..." She trailed off suggestively.

Dean ignored her insinuation. "Information is only useful if it's verified. Now are you going to behave yourself at the station or do I have to put you on a leash?"

Felicia grinned wickedly. "Kinkier than I expected, Dean. You sure know how to show a girl a good time." Dean groaned in frustration. This was going to be a REALLY long afternoon.

They pulled up to the station. As Dean got out, Felicia flashed to his side, hooking her arm through his with a flirty smile. "Lead the way, partner."

Dean sighed heavily but didn't protest, resigned to a lot of disapproving looks from the cops. This case was off to a great start.

Dean pushed through the doors of the police station, Felicia still clinging smugly to his arm. All conversation in the room stopped as eyes turned to take in the unusual pair.

A grizzled officer behind the desk glowered at them. "Can I help you folks?"

"I'm David, this is Fiona. We're here about the disappearance cases." Dean replied professionally, showing the fake badges.

The officer eyed Felicia warily. "You FBI?"

Before Dean could respond, Felicia flashed her most disarming smile. "Private investigators. But don't worry, we can be very... discreet." She purred.

Dean elbowed her sharply. "Ignore her. Can you tell us what you've got?"

The officer sighed and launched into the details. Felicia listened intently while subtly caressing Dean's bicep, just to watch him twitch in annoyance. According to the reports, eight hikers and campers had gone missing over the past month in the forest surrounding the town. All left camp in the evenings and were never seen again.

"Anything useful in the woods?" Dean asked once the report was finished.

The officer shook his head. "Search parties found nothing but shredded clothes and a lot of strange tracks we couldn't ID."

Felicia perked up. "Mind if we take a look at what you've got? A fresh pair of eyes might notice something new."

The offer was clearly reluctant but the man nodded, leading them to an evidence room in back. Felicia gleefully released Dean's arm to pore over photos and articles left behind.

After a moment, she straightened with a curious look. "Dean, take a gander at these tracks for me."

Dean made his way over to where Felicia was examining the photos of strange tracks found at one of the crime scenes. He peered down, furrowing his brow as he took them in.

"What am I looking at?" Dean asked gruffly. "These could be from any number of animals."

Felicia tilted her head with a sly smile. "But you and I both know there's more out there than mere animals, wouldn't you agree?"

Dean shot her an annoyed look but had to concede the point. After years hunting the supernatural, he'd seen his fair share of creatures leave strange traces.

Felicia's smile widened at Dean's hesitation. "My thought exactly. See how the toes seem elongated, almost talon-like? And the spacing is off for any normal predator." Her eyes glinted with excitement. "I'd wager we're dealing with a rugaru."

Dean brows raised in surprise. Rugarus were nasty creatures, homicidally hungry for human flesh. If Felicia was right, they were in for a nasty fight.

"It's just a theory." Dean cautioned. "We'll need more evidence before we go charging in."

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Always so cautious. When was the last time one of my theories led us astray?" She held his gaze temptingly. "Admit it, you're starting to enjoy working with me."

Dean huffed, looking away. "Don't get ahead of yourself. We still work better apart." Yet he couldn't deny her idea seemed plausible. Against his better judgment, he was beginning to appreciate her unique skills and instincts. Not that he'd ever tell her that.

Felicia smirked, sensing Dean's resolve weakening. "You say that now, but I know you'll be singing a different tune once we take this rugaru down together."

Dean sighed wearily. "Let's just focus on getting more proof first, okay?" He turned to leave the evidence room.

Felicia flashed in front of him, blocking his path with a wicked grin. "Eager to get back to the case, are we? I like a man with focus." She traced a finger along his chest teasingly. "Though I must admit, I enjoy distracting you even more."

Dean gripped her wrist to still her hand, meeting her eyes with an unreadable expression. For a moment they stood frozen, electricity seeming to crackle between them.

Then Dean releases her slowly. "Stop messing around. We've got a job to do." Yet as he walked away, Felicia swore she saw the faintest twitch of a smile.

She followed, feeling unusually triumphant. Maybe winning over the righteous man wouldn't be so impossible after all. By the time they ganked this rugaru, she'd have him wrapped around her little finger.

"So if it is a rugaru, we'll need to lure it out of hiding." Dean mused as they exited the station.

Felicia paused, struck by inspiration. "Actually, I may have a better idea. One that involves considerably less risk to us and a lot more fun." She flashed Dean a wicked grin. "Care to play bait, darling?"

Dean eyed Felicia warily. "What kind of plan involves me as bait?"

Felicia smirked. "The fun kind. All we need to do is leave a tempting trail back to where we've set a trap. The rugaru won't be able to resist fresh meat." She traced a finger down Dean's chest. "And what better bait than a big, strong hunter?"

"Oh no way. I'm not letting myself get eaten just so you can have your thrills." Dean argued.

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Please, like I'd let it get that far. I'll be lurking invisibly the whole time to jump in and save you at the last minute." She ran her hands up his arms suggestively. "You'll be in perfectly safe hands, I promise."

Dean still looked doubtful. Felicia leaned in close enough to feel his breath on her lips. "Trust me darling, it'll be fun. I'll make it worth your while..."

She knew he was moments away from caving. Dean might try to resist her charms but they both knew he'd crack eventually. Before he could respond though, Felicia's head jerked up at the sound of screams echoing through the trees.

"Looks like our rugaru found another victim first." Felicia said seriously.

Dean nodded, slipping into hunter mode. "Let's move. You lead the way and I'll cover our backs."

Felicia flashed him a quick wink before flashing away, senses stretched out to track the distressed cries for help. Dean revved the Impala and tore after her trail of sulfur smoke. It was showtime.

The sounds of struggle grew louder as they closed in on the source. Felicia appeared to Dean, grabbing his hand. "This way, it's just ahead."

Together they burst into a small clearing to find the rugaru bearing down on a cowering teenage boy. Without hesitation, Dean raised his pistol and fired a shot that tore through the monster's bicep. It howled and whipped around to face the new threat.

The rugaru snarled at Dean and Felicia, blood dripping from its wounded arm. Felicia smirked, drawing her own weapon - a wicked looking blade encrusted with demonic symbols.

"Looks like dinner's cancelled, big guy." She taunted. "How about you pick on someone your own size instead?"

With a roar, the monster charged. Felicia met it head on with a fierce battle cry, diving into hand to hand combat with seemingly reckless abandon. But Dean knew from experience she was always several steps ahead.

While the rugaru was distracted swiping at Felicia, Dean circled around behind and took aim again. This time his bullet found its mark between the creature's massive shoulder blades. It howled and fell to one knee, giving Felicia an opening to deliver a killing stroke across its throat.

Black ichor spurted as the rugaru collapsed dead at their feet. Felicia flashed Dean a triumphant grin, hair and clothes splattered with viscera. "And that's how it's done, darling!"

Dean allowed himself a faint smile in return before turning to check on the traumatized teen. "You okay, kid? Think you can make it home alright?"

The boy could only nod mutely, still in shock. Dean gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder before ushering him off into the trees, keeping watch til he was out of sight.

When he turned back, Felicia was giving him a look of naked appreciation. "Not bad teamwork, if I do say so myself. Tell me that wasn't at least a little fun, Dean."

For once, Dean didn't argue. Saving civilians and taking down monsters - that was what he lived for. And he had to admit, working with Felicia had its perks too when they weren't at each other's throats. Against his better judgment, he flashed her a crooked grin.

"Maybe you're growing on me a bit, she-demon. Don't let it go to your head though."

Felicia threw her head back with a delighted cackle. This partnership was really starting to heat up.

Felicia smirked, beyond pleased with how the night was progressing. Victory always tasted sweeter when shared with a handsome partner.

"So now that the case is solved, what do you say we go celebrate our success?" She slid closer to Dean, running her knife along his collarbone teasingly.

To her surprise, Dean actually chuckled. "Normally I'd say you're buying the drinks. But considering you're related to Crowley..."

Felicia pouted playfully. "You wound me! I'll have you know I can be very generous when properly motivated."

"Is that so?" Dean regarded her thoughtfully. "Alright then, demon, you're on. One drink, your treat. But then we part ways for good."

Felicia raised a brow. So he was willing to indulge her after all. This was going even better than planned.

She flashed them away in a burst of sulfur, reappearing inside a rowdy bar in a seedy part of town. Dean stared around in mild surprise as Felicia dragged him to the counter.

"Two of your finest whiskey, bartender!" She cried theatrically. The bartender slid them over warily, eyeing Felicia like she might blow the place sky high.

Dean gave a bemused snort and raised his glass in a toast. "To surviving another day."

Felicia clicked her glass against his. "And to many more hunts together in the future."

Dean choked on his sip at that, coughing as Felicia cackled. But when he met her gaze again, his eyes held a glint of amusement rather than irritation.

Maybe working with the she-demon wouldn't be such a chore after all. Stranger things had happened in Dean Winchester's life. And Felicia was nothing if not entertaining.

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randomperson99sworld · 1 month ago

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Hope

~ Chapter 14 ~

Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester save a young woman —Natalie Johnson, from a coven of witches who are after her deceased grandmothers spell book. At first Dean doesn’t trust her, will he ever? Natalie is just simply a woman who gets roped up in the supernatural world from a mistake her grandmother made.

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warning: Age gap, slow burn, smut (not until the later chapters), language, gore.

Word Count: 997

A/N: I may post one or two more chapters tonight. Happy reading! ♥️

The morning after the heated confrontation, the air in the motel room felt a bit lighter. Sam was still recovering from his injuries, but his color was better, and he was awake and alert. Dean was pacing the room, his mind already on the next hunt, and Natalie—sitting at the small table with her laptop—was focused on her own task.

Dean had suggested Natalie stay behind for this one. After the previous hunt went sideways, they agreed that it would be best for her to handle the research side of things this time, especially given her knack for hacking and digging up information. Sam needed rest, and they needed someone with skills to help them out remotely. So while the boys went off to investigate, Natalie had stayed behind to provide support.

As the day wore on, Dean and Sam were deep into their hunt—a string of strange deaths that pointed toward a revenant. But they had hit a dead end and needed more information. Specifically, they needed access to a secure database that could provide insight into the location of the revenant's burial site. That's where Natalie came in.

Sitting in the motel room, Natalie was in her element, typing furiously on her laptop. Her fingers flew over the keys as she accessed databases, searched for encrypted files, and hacked into restricted systems. The government security on the local archives wasn't anything she couldn't handle—she'd faced worse in her professional work—but this required finesse. The information they needed was buried deep in city records, and she had to bypass multiple layers of protection to get to it.

Dean's voice crackled through the phone as he and Sam stood outside a small graveyard, waiting for her to come through.

"Natalie, we need this info like... yesterday. You got anything for us?"

She rolled her eyes, smirking at the impatience in his tone. "Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on. I'm working on it. Whoever set up this system did a pretty decent job, but..."

Her voice trailed off as she clicked through a series of firewalls, each one falling as she bypassed their defenses. Within minutes, she was in. Her eyes lit up as she found the records they needed—burial records and land ownership that hadn't been touched in years.

"Got it!" she said, a note of triumph in her voice. "Looks like your revenant is buried in an old plot on the edge of the cemetery. I'm sending you the exact coordinates now. You'll want to be careful, though—there's mention of an unmarked grave, which means you're probably going to have to do a little digging."

Dean's sigh of relief was audible through the phone. "Good work, Nat. You just saved us hours of guesswork."

Natalie grinned, feeling the familiar rush of satisfaction. "You're welcome. Anything else you need?"

Sam's voice came on the line next, sounding tired but grateful. "Actually, yeah. There's some encrypted police files on the previous deaths that we couldn't access at the station. Think you can get into them and see if there's any common thread between the victims?"

"On it," Natalie replied, her fingers already flying over the keyboard as she worked on cracking the police database. This one was more challenging, but she was in the zone now, her mind focused and clear. After a few minutes, she let out a satisfied hum as the files unlocked.

"There we go," she said, scrolling through the records. "Looks like all the victims were buried with personal items—family heirlooms, jewelry, stuff like that. Could be what's keeping the revenant tied to them."

Dean grunted in approval. "That's what we needed. You're killing it, Nat."

Natalie smiled, her confidence growing. She hadn't just hacked a secure government database—she'd done it faster and more efficiently than she thought possible. The work was exhilarating, and even though she wasn't out in the field with the boys, she knew she was contributing in a big way.

"You guys owe me dinner for this," she teased, her voice light.

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, we'll get you something. Just keep that line open. We might need more help when we dig this thing up."

The hunt ended successfully, with Dean and Sam managing to locate and take down the revenant before it could claim any more lives. By the time they returned to the motel, covered in dirt and sweat but victorious, Natalie had compiled a detailed report on everything she had uncovered during her research.

As they walked in, Dean tossed his jacket onto the bed, nodding toward her with a smirk. "Gotta hand it to you, Nat. You pulled through again. That hack job you did on those city records? Impressive."

Natalie looked up from her laptop, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, was that an actual compliment?"

Dean shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Don't let it go to your head."

Sam, sitting on the edge of the bed, chuckled. "Seriously, though, you were great today. We wouldn't have been able to get this done without your help."

Natalie felt a swell of pride. "Thanks, guys. Honestly, it was kinda fun. You might want to leave all the tech stuff to me from now on."

Dean snorted, but there was no edge to it. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't go getting cocky."

Despite the banter, there was an unspoken understanding between them now. Natalie had proven herself, not just in the field but behind the scenes as well. She wasn't just along for the ride—she was part of the team. And that meant more to her than she could put into words.

As the three of them settled in for the night, with another hunt successfully completed, Natalie couldn't help but feel like she'd found her place. She might not be swinging machetes or firing silver bullets, but she was still in the fight. And for the first time in a long while, she felt like she truly belonged.

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bluegreene118 · 3 months ago

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| OC: Original Characters |

Soooo I gave in and thought sure I’ll add OC to Roleplay with. I usually do OTPS but maybe can try OC with your OC / otp ?? Like mix? Idk never really tired but might be fun to try.

Full Name: Cameron Dean Hart

Age: 30

Nickname: Care Bear (only Alex calls him that and it’s most of time when Alex is drunk…)

Pronouns: he/him

Status: Single

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alive/Deceased/Unknown, etc: Alive (or sometimes not if write as fantasy plot then vampire.)

Nationality: Canadian Mom + Greek Mom but grew up in both places so calls both home.

Height: 6’1

Weight: Not important

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Dark Brown straight, beard also dark brown, and has few grey hair in beard.

Likes: Adventures (car or plane rides), Being outside doing anything outside activities, baking desserts, writing books and eating all different foods.

Dislikes: Loud chewers rather he is eating or not hates the noise. His twin brother when he takes the shirt he wanted to wear.

Species: Human.. but again if any fantasy type au vampire. I did * by the vampire info on him.*

Birthday: June 1, 1990 | June 1, 1960*

Occupation: Writer has written mostly about traveling as he works at a travel book store.

Hobbies: Baking desserts, writing, traveling and getting up early.

Family: Twin brother, Alexander —Cameron is older by three minutes—, Mom Cora from Greece, and Mom Eleanor from Canada.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Face: Jensen Ackles

*Vampire: Cameron been vampire since 1960’s in Canada where his two mom’s and twin brother lived. His mom’s didn’t know the night the twins left and went to a bar. That night changed everything. Both men turned into vampires that night and their life was never the same. Everyone aged included their mom’s but they didn’t. So once their parents passed they packed up and moved to Greece but the sun kept giving them headaches so they moved back to Canada.*

Full Name: Alexander Buck Hart

Age: 30

Nickname: Buck

Pronouns: he/him/they/them

Status: Single

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alive/Deceased/Unknown, etc: Alive (or sometimes not if write fantasy plot then a vampire look at * for his vampire info.)

Nationality: Greek Mom + Canadian Mom … calls both places home as he’s grew up at both places a lot.

Height: 6’2

Weight: Doesn’t need to know

Eye Color: Blue + Left eyebrow has birthmark

Hair Color: Medium Blonde with curls yet no beard and no gray hair like brother.

Likes: Adventures (plane or car), drive in movies theaters, being vegetarian, art in any form from drawing to photography/videography.. and sleeping in.

Dislikes: Fake people, meat but on occasion if feels up for it seafood but very small chance, and his twin brother when he eats his food he was saving for later and later is here and he shrugs it off.

Species: Human .. but again if fantasy au then a vampire I added * by vampire info ones.

Birthday: June 1, 1990 | June 1, 1960*

Occupation: Illustrator, self help books for any ages. Just started drawing ones for young adults.

Hobbies: Photography, Videography, and drawing.

Family: Twin brother Cameron—he’s younger than him by 3 minutes—, Mom Cora from Greece, and Mom Eleanor from Canada.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Face: Oliver Stark

*Doesn’t remember the night in 1960 when him and his brother became vampires. Yet their creator changed them and left without teaching them anything. Cut to once their mom’s pass they move to Greece. Yet the sun gave them headaches so they moved back to Canada.*

Won’t really write as these two but to show the face to their names ..

Mariska Hargitay as Cora Hart, Greek, Art Teacher, who fell in love with a Canadian. She carried both twin boys and is still with her wife.

Lana Parrilla as Eleanor Hart, Canadian, Owns queer bar, fell in love with a Greek. She was supportive when her wife carried their twin boys and is still with her wife.

Sooo yeah that’s all I can think of adding? I don’t know what else you would need to know? Just ask if any questions? Guess if interested message on here or dm. Who would the oc be paired with? They not picky honestly just like my other pinned post I won’t write R.pe, d.ugs, in.est, swearing, anyone under 18.. sorry so be 20+, no Discord or anywhere else just on Tumblr sorry! My swearing is like sh t. So I read it fine but write it like that. So you can write it I don’t mind haha.

Thanks if you read this far? Haha sorry for ramble but yeah thought try out this oc rp style. Have a good day. If this isn’t your style hope you find what you were looking for. Byeee.

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theultimatefandomnerd · 6 months ago

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The search , Supernatural, Saltburn, ACOTAR, Shadowhunters, Fast & Furious, Sherlock and More

Heyo! 25 year old female writer here. I’m eighteen plus so please please please ensure you are before writing to me! Now about me, I do work, quick fire would be nice but I can’t always be here. So you may see me post more depending on what ideas I’ve got and what cravings I have. But with my time off you can guarantee I’ll be posting more! Just a heads up I’m looking for clean roleplays! I do prefer discord to conduct roleplays purely for the purpose of being able to keep things more organised! My discord is eleanorewinchester please do feel free to contact me over there or on here.

So I’m looking for those of you who can use third person, past tense and lots of detail. I say this not to be mean but because I do consider myself to be advanced literate, I expect potential partners to be the same! I’m looking for oc (me) x male canon characters from the above movies but I will enclose further fandoms and movies with in the post! I use third and past tense and would be grateful if you do too! Please note I do have dyslexia. I’d love to get some aus going as well as some love triangles. Doubles are welcome! But please note ALL my roleplays are doubles. I will be prioritising those of you who don’t want to double and are happy to play canons. I’m just getting to a point where doubles feel transactional, I’d like to do something for myself where I can :).

I’m also craving; Fast & Furious, Saltburn and Supernatural, (please?! I would kill for a good detailed roleplay), Sherlock (please?!), Shadowhunters (please I beg?!), A Court of Thorns and roses, Supernatural, The Musketeers (bbc show), My Life With the Walters, Hunger Games (originals and prequel), GG at the moment as well! I’d honestly kill for someone to play; Felix Catton, Brian O’conner, Dean Winchester or Jace Wayland, Jules or Mark.

I’d love our roleplay to be something of comfort to us both. Something to cheer us up and keep us engaged in the story! If you’ve got any wild ideas you’ve been dying to do for the below fandoms send them my way if it’s doubles I’ll do my best to accommodate them! If there’s a character in brackets that’s who I’m looking to ship with, I need you to play them! Any fandoms with hearts are ones I’m desperate for!

Fandoms I seek include:

Fast and furious (Brian) ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Shadowhunters (Book/Show verse) (Jace, Julian, Mark)

Sherlock (Sherlock,John)

Superstore (Jonah)

Supernatural (Dean) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ACOTAR (Cassian,Lucien, Rhys) ❤️

Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte

The Musketeers (bbc show Aramis)

Merlin (show)

Downton Abbey

Saltburn (Felix) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Kissing Booth (Noah)

Pitch Perfect (Jesse)

Ginny and Georgia (Marcus)

Game of thrones (tv verse)

House of the Dragon (Daemon)

Death in paradise

Riverdale

MCU (Thor, Steve, Loki)

Wuthering Heights

Teen Wolf (Stiles)

TVDU (Klaus, Elijah)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Jack)

Narnia (Caspian, Peter)

Buffy (Spike)

Hunger Games (Finnick)

Ballard of SongBirds and Snakes (Coriolanus, Sejanus)

Divergent 😍 (Four)

The Outsiders (Dallas, SodaPop)

#advanced rp #long term only #oc x canon #third person #past tense #acotar #superstore #supernatural #fast and furious #finnick odair #dean winchester #rhysand #cassian #azriel #felix catton #shadowhunters #jace herondale

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rp-partnerfinder · 7 months ago

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hi! i'm 21+ she/her looking for partners who are also 21+. i'm searching for someone to write dean winchester from supernatural against my female oc.

i will double! i have muses from supernatural, the last of us, and the walking dead that i can write for you in return.

i prefer rapid fire threads. i like short replies so i can respond all throughout the day! if you're interested please like this post & i'll dm you. 🫶🏼

#21+ rp #supernatural rp #supernatural roleplay #spn rp #dean winchester x oc

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graves-writer · 2 years ago

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" the road to hell " a SPN inspired 1x1 original roleplay - advanced literate/novella - mxf

! dead dove - dark - taboo !

𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨; early 2000s, classic rock, americana vibes, gothic-ish,

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨: unconditional love, the desire to be understood, transgression, sacrifice, free will, grief, fate, the strength of the human spirit, souls, self doubt, generational abuse + trauma, disappointment, obession, damnation, "us against the world", soulmates but make it deeper and unconventional, power imbalances, loss of innocence, loss of morality and choices, corruption, family, humanity, moral ambiguity, revenge, philosophy destruction and self-destruction, isolation, loneliness, melancholic reflection, grief, instability, the need for love, unhealthy dynamics and coping mechanisms, hope, codependency, desperation, the value of human life

𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙧:

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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦─

𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦

𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

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Amos can't remember a time where he was truly innocent, careless as a child should be. He recalls knowing things he shouldn't have known in those early years, an awareness he wished he could've been spared from.

Burden after burden, they piled on mercilessly upon his shoulders. Weighing him down as he grew up, grew into a man... Or, perhaps a shell of a man.

But suddenly, when he looked into 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 eyes, it was worth it. It was all worth it, and it dawned on him each time he looked at them. William, - - -..

Their world seemed bleak at times, it wasn't easy being born a Cadell. But they found ways to make it a positive, make it all better.

Amos accepted his role, blindly dove right into it. As an older brother, he did everything he could for them, protected their own innocence wherever he could. And 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 was the purpose of his life.

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions" a little voice tells him, as he paints the walls a cruel, violent red for them. Everything he does a step closer to that burning, scorching heat─ he can practically 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 it. Because Amos is all too good at paving that road for himself. And another, tiny voice tells him that he'd also be the one to drag them down it, too.

He'd always wanted to protect but he only ruined, ruined, 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. With dirty, filthy hands stained with the blood of others and blood from his veins. With green, vivid eyes that lacked that light behind them.

God, he wanted to protect her. That was his purpose. He could've carved a little space for himself into her chest, replace a part of her lungs and become the very thing to make her breathe. It was his purpose after all.

Sometimes the look she gives him almost convinces him that she understands it all. His pain, his hurt, that void that'd always been there in his chest. Been there as long as he remembered, from the very beginning.

But Amos is fucking dark, and they're light in his eyes, no matter what they do. And as he sees it, he can only 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺.

People like them met early ends, undignified deaths. But he lived to make sure that out of the three, his death would be the only one like that.

𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.

The days steadily all fade together, motel to motel, state to state. From one case, to the next, living a life that's never truly a "life."

But it 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

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𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦...

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰. 𝘔𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.

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#supernatural #ao3 #roleplay #dean winchester #mature rp #rp #supernatural rp #oc x oc #original character #sam winchester #spn fanfic #spn #fanfic #original work #original rp #original writing #dead dove do not eat

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dhampiravidi · 1 day ago

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looking for Castiel RP

Hi, 24NB here looking for someone to play Castiel from the TV show Supernatural.

Ship: Castiel x Dean x my OC. I'll write as Dean unless you're more comfortable doing so. I'll write as Sam when needed.

Seasons: 4 through 10. We can loosely follow the plot & make up our own scenarios.

Length: I'm semi-lit. A paragraph is fine; I prefer quality over quantity. & I'm looking for someone who can reply AT LEAST once a week. I have an open schedule right now.

Please be 18+ since smut will eventually be a topic.

I can write on Discord or Tumblr.

#admin #castiel rp #spn rp #supernatural rp #urban fantasy rp #dean Winchester rp #oc x cc #poly rp #rp partner search #rp partner wanted #supernatural #1 x 1 rp #roleplay search #destiel #fandom rp #mature rp

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elyrianinspo · 10 months ago

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#new oc dropped #m: charlie #no way he’d go by Charles lol #f: ofmd #s: charlie x izzy #THIS CHARACTER IS NOT DEAN WINCHESTER OR SOLDIER BOY #he’s actually pretty nice in comparison and completely made up #he will not be historically accurate bc I don’t have to be with ofmd #original #mine #mxm #oc rp #ofmd rp #imagine getting your ship taken over by calico jack and then living longer than him lol #v: tbd

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rubyvhs · 6 months ago

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part seven, too much, too little time [jensen ackles]

series masterlist | main masterlist

seven,

"Rewind. You got pregnant? When? Did you give birth?"

"No," She lets out another sob. I furrow my eyebrows but Gen seems to get it as she gasps slightly, hugging Danneel closer to her. Gen's eyes start to tear up too and when i finally realize, i don't think i can handle it.

I so so desperately want to leave this conversation, but I know what the right thing to do is; stay next to my best friend and let her cry into our shoulders. We’re all waiting for the tears to dry while I hear hearing Jensen keeping the other two girls busy in the kitchen. He seems to know what's going on here.

"I just— i couldn't keep it. I don't want to." We nod quickly, not wanting her to think we're judging her.

"Hey," Gen forces their eyes to make contact, "You don't explain yourself to us. We're here for you, always." She hesitates but nods anyways, trying to dry the river of tears that streamed down her face in less than ten minutes.

"Go wash your face, we're here." She listens to my words and i let out a sigh. I can't believe she bottled it up like that. I lean my head against Gen as Jensen and the girls come in to sit around too.

My voice is quieter this time for only Gen to hear since the three are still in conversation about the kids and their show. "Why'd you think she kept it?"

"I'm not sure," she sighs, looking through her phone's contacts, "She’s Danneel. She always wants to be the tough one, maybe it had something to do with that."

"Yeah. Maybe. It's still... it doesn't sit right with me. Danneel has been with me through so many things and then she just left because she was hurt. She keeps pushing me away over and over again and i don't know how many times i can pull her in." Gen seems to agree with me because she isn't on her phone anymore, this time she's laying me on her chest and we're joining the random conversation around the room just for the sake of it. Danneel comes back and the girls greet her with worry and love, Jensen hosts us some drinks and sits next to his wife, his arm resting on the couch behind her head.

They look so much like they used to just a year ago but still so different. He's not constantly touching her and kissing her.

It's new for all of us.

“You okay?” Gen’s words pull me out of my trance, so I nod against her chest. Me and her and curled up on the red couch, Jensen and Danneel on the one next to us while the other two girls are on the floor, resting against the beanbags.

The whole house is very Danneel, it always has been. She had all the creative freedom in the world to decorate this mansion in anyway she wanted— Jensen had never told her no. Though, her freedom has much more to do with Jensen knowing he’d mess it up than it being a cute gesture.

We all enjoy coming to sit with them whenever we can, and whenever they invite us. Christmas parties, birthdays, brunches— you name it, the Ackles have probably hosted it. Their house is large enough to fit the whole cast and still have room (maybe that’s an exaggeration) so we all like to come by and have drinks. Besides, they love doing it. Danneel’s eyes occasionally leave me the whole day, even when I’m not talking, she’s looking at me— as if waiting for me to do or say something. An hour after when Jensen decides he’ll order us all Mexican and leaves us in the room, we all huddle up on the floor. Me in between Gen and Dee. “You know, we miss you on set. You used to come all the time— you still should.”

I nod at Gen’s words, “Yeah, Dee. No matter the circumstances it’s your set. ‘Sides, you’re coming anyways to play Sister Jo in a couple of weeks.”

“Right,” She shakes her head in disdain, “I couldn’t get out of that.”

“Why would you want to?” Alona asks.

“Just… not in the headspace, you know? I’d rather not take up any projects right now. Lily said I should do it though.” We all seem to agree with her agent’s words as we nod at her, voicing it.

“Dee, you’re an incredible actor, and you haven’t done anything in… too long. You should do this, Lily’s right.” She sighs, nodding.

“I know she is, I will do it. I’m excited to see all of the cast again.” She faces Gen with a smile, “‘Specially Jare. Haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Yeah, he asks about you.” Dee’s eyes soften and I sink in my beanbag at the sight. If all it took was letting her know we care about her to get her to calm down, we would’ve made this visit ages ago. “We’re all excited to have you back. And I’m excited to play again.” We all laugh, praising her as she flips her hair around, expecting it. If anyone is in love with their character— it’s Genevieve Ruby Cortese.

“Y’all ready to bring Meg and Jo back?” I tease the two girls as they also sass me back. God, these celebrities. “Can someone convince Bob to bring Jo and Dean back together in heaven?” Alona rolls her eyes at me and i move closer, holding both her hands in mine, “Please, ‘Lona! We need it! We all do.”

“I’m pretty sure the whole fandom does.”

“Who did you think I was referring to?” She scoffs with a playful smile, snatching her hands back. “You’d do us all a favor. I swear if Dean dies loveless—”

“Why do you think he’s dying?”

“Do y’all think I’m stupid? ‘Course they’re killing Dean. They fucking hate him.” Jensen chooses that glorious moment to come into the room, passing Dee’s phone back to her, confirming he ordered us the food.

“Now,” he settles behind his wife, “What was that about hating Dean?” His green eyes stare right back at mine and bashfulness gets the best of me as I shrug— God, please take me.

“Just that… he shouldn’t die alone, you know?”

“Yeah, with you. But it also wouldn’t make sense to give him a random lover at the end of his days.” I straighten up once I notice he’s actually taking this seriously, like he wants to know my opinion. Like it matters.

“I said Jo. I mean he likes her and they never actually did anything which kinda mean something to Dean cause he fucks anything that walks— so I just—” Suddenly my tongue fails me as everyone in the room bursts into a fit of laughter, Jensen putting a hand on Dee’s shoulder as he laughs along, “Sorry, just mean their relationship’s significant.”

“We know what you mean,” He dismisses my concerns, “And that would actually be good. I mean we tried the whole Jo thing back in season five.” He looks over at Alona quickly, who gives him a reassuring smile that she’s fine with it. She’s came to terms with how fast they left her character, how fast they dismissed her for no fucking reason. “But we can try to give it another go. His end and all that— wait who spoiled it?”

“What?”

“How’d you know he’s dying?”

“It’s supernatural, of course he’s dying. I figured it out, you just confirmed it.” He shakes his head with a grin, “And anyways, I’m not watching the episode.”

“What? The series finale?”

“Yeah, I’m not breaking my heart like that— that’s just cruel.” They all seem to highly agree with me as we move onto the next topic and the next and the next. I put my hand over Danneel’s every once in a while, squeezing her thigh too. I like being in contact with her, it helps remind me (and maybe even her) that this isn’t it. This isn’t where our friendship ends, we’re still going strong. We always will.

After a few hours filled with Mexican food, tiramisu we brought for them, and hanging out with the kids, we decide to head out, all of us admitting it's a long drive back. "'Sides, we want you to have time with the kids. We just wanted to come say hi, and I’m sure we overstayed our welcome,” i throw my hands up to the sky that’s starting to darken, the sun setting, “maybe we can do it again and not be so distant." I shoot Danneel a look as i say that, hoping to get a confirmation out of her.

"Yeah," Jensen's the one to speak up, "'Course."

I saw my best friend today, but i also didn't really get to see her. She's been sitting next to Jensen the whole time, joining in on the conversation mostly when he does or when he gives her a look. She doesn't look fragile, not like she did when she was in me and Gen's arms, but she's not her usual happy self. She's much more reserved.

I give her one more look and see her smile weakly. I smile too, because even if she's going through it, at least she's trying. "Yeah. We'll see you on set."

Danneel furrows her eyebrows, "Lils, you on the show?"

"No, just go to annoy those sons of bitches to no end." Gen laughs first, getting it all too quickly before we all join in. "And I’ll be there when you come back next week too."

"Yeah," she nods once, "it's been great seeing all of you. Have a safe drive back." We all say our goodbyes with kisses and hugs before i reach Jensen. I don't know why he scares me like this, in this all-consuming, never ending, nerve-wrecking way. I don't know how to act or be around him, I want to be perfect. And I’m far from it.

"Hi," i say slowly, although i know i'm supposed to be saying 'bye'. I don't think clearly when he's around me. It's too hard to do so.

"Hey, sweetheart. Thank you for today," He seems to be thanking me for helping Danneel out more than she has, "y'all really helped cheer her up. And i'm glad i got to see you."

"You see me everyday, Ackles." I smile, leaning back a little so we weren't standing too close. So we weren't standing like him and Danneel always stand.

"Yeah, first time we got to talk though," he says it teasingly but the guilt follows the second the words leave his mouth. I want to freakin' forget that ever happened, even if I did it for years.

"Yeah i'm—"

"Hey, no, ‘m just teasing. You're fine. Don't apologize. It’s all over now." I nod once and pull him in for a hug, this time it isn't a side one, and we aren't 'hardly touching' we're fully flush against one another and his way too muscular arms wrap around my back, it makes me dizzy. He quickly lets go though and i notice how long we've been talking. "I'll see you Wednesday." He rubs my back once, and i set off with the girls, all getting into the Jeep. I decide to drive this time. I need the distraction.

When we drop everyone off Rachel's tired so she says she'll take me home and stay with me the night. She let us use her Jeep and finish off her gas a couple of times, so of course i agree. I get dressed for bed and tell her to use the bathroom and my wardrobe as she pleases as I rest my back on the headboard, going over notes.

"I don't get it." She says as she ties her hair up. "You have a date with Jensen?" I roll my eyes, "so you have a not-date with Jensen?"

"Yes," i say quickly, "that's exactly it. Not a date, just two friends hanging out."

"Laila, y'all are not friends."

"Are so—"

"You avoid him like— no, worst that the plague."

"Used to—"

"Just last week you ran to go paint your car."

"That's different—"

"A day before that it was cause your cats sick. You don't have a cat." I sigh in exasperation, throwing my book onto the bed. "'Sides, don't you think he's a little too old for you. You're still in college. Jensen's married with kids."

"Nuh-uh. Was married. And i'm not dating him."

"You want to though," i decide it's futile to argue or deny so i don't react, sliding further into my bed. She joins me on it. My crush on Jensen is far too obvious to the girls, i can't try to hide it anymore no matter how guilty i feel.

"I don't wanna hurt Dee." I sigh, looking up at my best friend. "She's my girl, she's the one who introduced me to all of you, she was my rock when i first came to America— I don't want to lose her over a guy, a guys who's rightfully hers."

"He's not anyone's, he's Jensen Ackles. He's a human being. You can try to not hurt Dan all you want but if he likes you the same way you do him, it won't matter what you both do, it's inevitable."

"I’ve liked him for years, Rach. Why's he noticing now? I liked a guy for eight years once, never dated him in my life, cause he had a girlfriend and i'm not doing that, obviously. Now jensen talks to me once and i'm falling at his feet? Why'd i agree to go out with him? I'm a horrible—"

"Hey! Stop it. Laila, you're an incredible person because you care this much about how Danneel's gonna feel even if it has nothing to do with her." I sigh and she moves closer on the bed to me, a hand in my hair, "They're not together. He likes you. You like him. It's not wrong."

"Then why's it feel like is it?"

"'Cause you're a good person, Lils. Danneel is not the obstacle between you and a relationship with Jensen."

I tilt my head to the side, straightening up, "What is?"

"His age, for one. I'm sure he feels strongly about that."

"He's never mentioned it. He's not that much older, just 20 years." She lets out a small laugh, teasingly.

"You sound like one of his fangirls."

"Shut up. JJ is four, i'm much older than she is, it's not like he's as old as my father is either— okay that's not a good point to make but my dad was a child when he had me.”

"Right. What about his kids?"

"What about them? JJ and the twins love me!"

"Enough to call you mommy?" I choke back a laugh, "i'm serious, Lils! You want jensen, you gotta be in it for the long game. He's a celebrity whose life is scrutinized, you can't just come in and out whenever you want without causing some serious backlash on him." I love that Rachel is being fair to both me and Jensen when she lists out the reasons. She's always been my very own pros and cons list, who even cares enough about the other person to mention what might hurt them.

"They won't call me mommy. Dee is their mom. I'm still aunt leela."

"Who's sleeping with daddy."

I roll my eyes slap her shoulder, "Shut up! I don't even know why we're talking about this, he didn't even say it's a date."

"Yeah, but what if he asks you on one? Besides, Wednesday's tomorrow. You even think of how you're gonna manage to spend the day with him when you have a final on Friday?"

"How'd you—"

"Got your schedule a while back. I know how shy you get, you can't reschedule and you definitely don't cancel. You study enough for this final?"

"It isn't a final, just a mock. The final's still next week."

"You study for the mock?" I shake my head and glare down at my book, dull notes on the Lymphatic system staring back at me. Maybe I'm not fully prepared, but it's good enough. Mocks don't matter that much anyways. "Mocks are important," it's as if I'm an open book with these people, "just as important as finals. You can't skip out on it and you can't fail it."

"M'not failing. I studied. Rach, he's Jensen Ackles, not my next door neighbour, I can't cancel on him."

"That not how you think of friends, that's how you think of celebrities. If all Jensen is to you is just another a celebrity then it'll never work out, you'll just be too scared to ever ask him for anything, not like you need any help in that." I'm about to fight back, say anything, but instead I throw my hands up and then cover my face groaning.

"This fucking sucks." I uncover my eyes to see her nod and i sigh. "Let's go to sleep. I'll think about it later."

I won't, I don't need to, I just need to go out with Jensen and finish the date as fast as it started so I could pass my mock.

part eight

guysss, we’re getting the big date/non-date next chapter (which is 4k words I don’t even know how to apologize for that) but so so excited!

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Hope

~ Chapter 28 ~

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warning: Age gap, slow burn, smut, language, gore.

Word Count: 1,307

A/N: Are we enjoying the story so far? Please feel free to leave comments, I enjoy reading them :) Happy reading! ♥️

Back at the motel, Sam scrolled through Natalie's phone, his eyes narrowed with determination. He had been searching for hours, trying to piece together anything that might lead them to her, anything that could give them a clue. Dean paced in the background, his nerves fraying with every second that passed. The guilt was eating him alive—he should have gone with her. He should have been there.

Suddenly, Sam froze, his eyes widening as he stumbled on something. "Dean," he called out, his voice tight with urgency, "I think I found something."

Dean rushed over, looking over Sam's shoulder at the screen. "What is it?"

"It's not a monster," Sam said, his voice filled with disgust and anger. "It's some sick bastard selling human body parts... to monsters."

Dean's jaw tightened, fury bubbling up inside him as he processed what Sam was saying. "What?"

"Natalie must've found this right before she left the bar," Sam explained, his fingers moving quickly as he pulled up more information. "There's this guy—a man in his late forties who's been getting into trouble on the internet. His latest search? Selling female body parts to monsters on the dark web."

Dean's eyes darkened, his hands balling into fists. "And she didn't tell us..."

"She probably didn't have time," Sam said, scrolling through the last few things Natalie had accessed on her phone. Then, he froze again, his breath catching. "Look."

Dean leaned in, his heart pounding as he saw what Sam had found. A location—a damn location—that Natalie had saved on her phone. It was a house, tucked deep in the Appalachian Mountains, isolated from any help. The more Sam dug into the data, the clearer it became that this was their guy.

"That's where she is," Dean said, his voice hoarse with determination.

Sam nodded, already moving. "Let's go."

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains, Natalie was trapped in that nightmare basement. Her body ached from being thrown around, and her head pounded with every beat of her heart. She tried to steady her breathing, tried to keep the panic at bay, but the fear was overwhelming. She had just watched the man butcher someone in front of her, and she knew she was next if she didn't get out.

As she lay in the cage, her mind racing for a plan, she suddenly heard more crying. Her heart sank as she saw another young girl being dragged into the room, naked, terrified, and strapped to the same table the previous girl had been on. The man was silent as he strapped her down, preparing her for the same gruesome fate.

Natalie's adrenaline spiked. She couldn't watch another person die—not like this.

The man left the room again, probably to sharpen his tools or prepare whatever sick ritual he had in mind. As soon as he was gone, Natalie's eyes darted around the cage, desperate for something—anything—she could use to escape. And then, her eyes landed on a small, thin metal bar near the bottom of the cage door. She reached for it, her fingers trembling as she twisted and bent it, trying to pick the lock.

After what felt like an eternity, the lock clicked open.

Natalie nearly cried with relief as she quietly pushed the cage door open. She rushed over to the girl strapped to the table, her hands shaking as she worked to undo the straps. "I'm getting you out of here," she whispered, her voice trembling but determined.

The girl sobbed quietly, her eyes wide with terror. Natalie's heart broke for her, but she didn't have time to comfort her—they needed to get out now. Natalie was working quickly.

"Get out of here," Natalie whispered fiercely, her voice trembling. "Now. Run as fast as you can."

The girl blinked, her eyes filled with confusion and fear, but she nodded, her breath hitching as she realized what Natalie was doing. Just as Natalie released the last of the restraints, the door at the top of the stairs creaked open. Her blood ran cold as she saw the man standing there, his butcher knife gleaming in the dim light. His eyes locked on her.

"You shouldn't be out of your cage," he seethed, his voice low and menacing, like a predator sizing up his prey.

Without thinking, Natalie charged at him, her body surging with adrenaline. She needed to buy the girl time — any amount of time she could. She slammed into him with all the strength she could muster, catching him off guard just enough to give the girl a fighting chance. The girl bolted up the stairs, her bare feet slapping against the cold wood as she fled out the door.

For a moment, she thought she had the upper hand. She managed to knock him off balance, and she delivered a swift kick to his gut. But he was too big, too strong. He recovered quickly, grabbing her by the shoulders and slamming her down onto the cold, concrete floor. Her head smacked against the floor, and stars exploded behind her eyes as pain shot through her skull.

Staggering to her feet, Natalie stumbled toward the stairs, half-blinded by the blood dripping into her eyes. She could see the door — her way out — just a few more steps. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body screaming in protest, but she wasn't giving up. Not yet.

But before she could reach the top, she felt a cold, iron grip wrap around her ankle.

"No!" Natalie screamed as the man yanked her down the stairs, her body slamming against each step as she tumbled back to the bottom. She hit the floor with a painful thud, her entire body aching from the fall.

Dazed, she tried to get up again, but the man was on her in an instant. He grabbed her by the throat and lifted her effortlessly, Natalie screamed trying to claw at him but it was no use. He slammed her down onto the butcher table,the same one where the girl had just died. Her back hit the hard surface, the air rushing from her lungs as she gasped for breath, her vision swimming with pain.

Her heart pounded in her chest, terror clawing at her insides as he grabbed the thick leather straps and bound her ankles to the table.

"You costed me money." He snarled

"Let me go!" Natalie yelled, her voice cracking with fear.

"I don't think so." He growled, grabbing the butcher knife and setting it down beside her, its blade gleaming too close to her face. The sharp edge glinted in the dim light, and Natalie's breath came in ragged gasps as she stared at it.

The man methodically strapped down her wrists, binding her tight to the table. He leaned down, his breath hot and rancid against her face. "This just got personal," he muttered darkly before turning and heading back up the stairs, leaving her alone with the tools of her demise.

Natalie's heart raced in her chest, panic surging through her veins. She yanked at the straps, but they didn't budge. She was trapped. And this time, there was no one left to help her.

Meanwhile, back on the road, Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he sped through the winding mountain roads, the Impala roaring beneath him. Sam sat beside him, anxiously double-checking the coordinates on Natalie's phone.

"This better be right," Dean muttered, his voice thick with fear and anger. "We don't have time to waste."

"It's gotta be," Sam replied, his voice grim. "We're close."

Dean's heart hammered in his chest, the fear of losing Natalie gnawing at him. He pushed the Impala faster, desperate to get to her in time.

They weren't going to lose her. Not today.

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