#dean x oc daughter fic

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Look What You Made Me Do | Step Dad!Negan | Dark Oneshot

Summary: Negan’s there to welcome home his step-daughter after her first date, but he doesn’t like what she chose to wear, and decides to show her what the consequences of dressing like a slut might be. 

Rating: 18+ (Dark smut)

Pairing(s): Step Dad!Negan x Step Daughter!Rachel

WARNINGS: non con, forced sex, step-incest, dirty talking, p in v, daddy kink, forced blowjob, slapping, victim blaming, forced loss of virginity, mentions of blood, crying during sex, pain

WC: ± 2K A/Ns: This was commissioned by the lovely @ruewritesstuff, and it almost made me feral. So enjoy <3

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Negan’s fingers bounce on the arm of the couch as he watches the time, the second hand on the clock ticking around, the minute hand drawing closer and closer to the twelve. The house is practically silent, not that he’d hear his wife from where he’s sitting, anyway. Their house is fairly large, and there are about four doors closed between them right now. He’d encouraged her to go to bed after her fifth yawn sitting beside him, and he knew it would be a matter of minutes before she was knocked out on the Xanax she needs to take to help her sleep. He’d insisted he could wait up until her daughter returned home from her date, but now he’s growing impatient. 

He hadn’t been there, still stuck in work when whatever college boy showed up to take his eighteen year old step-daughter on a date. What business has some college boy got with her, anyway? Negan’s fairly sure she’s a virgin, and she’s not had a boyfriend that he’s been aware of in the two years he’s been in her life. But then Negan scoffs to himself. Of course a college boy would be interested in a naive, virgin senior. Even Negan finds himself interested. But that’s different, because he’s older and wiser, and he can protect her from all the boys that wanna fuck her and leave her heart broken. The thought of someone taking her innocence away and not even having the common decency to call her back makes his skin crawl. Though, if Negan’s truly honest with himself, maybe that’s just the jealousy talking. What he wouldn’t give to be the one to take her innocence, and he’ll be fucked off if some frat boy beats him to it. 

He hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months. His wife hasn’t shown an interest since she half assed giving him a handjob on his birthday, and the longer he goes only thinking about sinking his cock into someone as tight and warm as his little girl, the more desperate he is for relief. He would go out and find some random slut to fuck, but he wants to save himself for her, just like she’s been saving herself for him; she just doesn’t know it yet. 

Negan’s attention is once again drawn to the clock, and he notices that it’s eleven PM on the dot, and as if on cue, he hears the rumble of a car engine and rises to his feet to see a guy opening his passenger door, and Rachel climbing out of it. She looks good in the mini skirt and shirt she decided to wear, her red hair tied up as Negan imagines wrapping it around his fist as she chokes on his cock, and he grunts when the guy takes her hand and walks her up the garden path to the front door. Negan stalks to the door and opens it just before they can kiss, and he’s secretly elated with his timing, and far less impressed with theirs. 

“You’re late,” he grunts out, and Rachel blushes, clearing her throat. 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. 

“It’s my fault, sir, I didn’t realize the time, we were star gazing.” 

Negan’s nose crinkles at the very idea of Rachel and this boy laying on some shitty picnic blanket looking up at some fucking stars like they’re in some rom com, bet the pervert even tried to get his hand up her skirt. Maybe he even succeeded, and just the thought has Negan slamming the door in the boy’s face the second Rachel crosses the threshold. 

“I’m not even five minutes late,” Rachel argues, narrowing her blue eyes at him. 

“I don’t fucking care, late is late,” he growls, noticing her lipstick is far more faded than it probably should be, and he wonders if she wore it off by kissing that low-life, or maybe even worse; sucking his cock. “What the fuck are you even wearing? You look like a whore.” 

Rachel looks down her body and tugs on the hem of her skirt, only blushing more violently, and she swallows thickly. 

“Mom said I look nice,” she mumbles, looking around as if to seek out her mother. 

“Well your Mom doesn’t fucking care if you get fucking raped in the back of some college boy’s shitty Sedan then, does she?” 

“Callum wasn’t like that,” Rachel insists, stubbornly. “He didn’t even kiss me.” 

“Yeah fucking right,” Negan scoffs. “Look at the fuckin’ state of you,” he growls, reaching out to smear her lipstick some more. “Bet you sucked his cock the whole fucking ride home.” 

“What?” Rachel blinks, shaking her head as horror washes over her face at the very accusation. “No, nothing like that happened, I’m still a virgin.” 

“Mhm,” Negan nods, pretending to believe her, the idea that she might not be only making him angrier. “Of course you fucking are. You think you can fuckin’ lie to me?” 

“I’m not lying, Negan, I swear,” she whimpers, tears filling her eyes. “This was only our first date… my first date,” she explains. 

“Well if you didn’t fuck him you were still fuckin’ asking for it,” Negan accuses. “Weren’t you?” He prompts, making her shake her head. “Of course you were, look at you,” he goads, reaching forward, playing with the slightly open neckline of her shirt. “Your tits are fucking hanging out, and your skirt is so fucking short, I can nearly see your panties, if you’re even wearing any.” 

He can’t help himself from lifting her skirt to find out for sure, and sure enough he can see simple white cotton panties, and she whimpers, pressing her thighs together. Instantly, his cock begins to harden, and he resists the very real urge to tear the cotton from her body and bend her over the couch, fucking into her so hard she’ll feel him for days. Maybe he should do that, maybe then she’ll think twice about letting some random boy take her out. 

“Do you even fucking know what you’re doing?” he asks. “Do you fucking know all those thoughts you put into men’s heads when you dress like this?” Rachel weakly shakes her head, and Negan’s cock only throbs harder. He reaches for her hand and instantly presses it against his crotch. “This. This is what you fucking do to us. Do you think I want to be this fucking hard for my own step-daughter?” Rachel’s tears now stream down her cheeks as she shakes her head and her hand trembles beneath his. “No, of course I fucking don’t, but you don’t fucking care about that, do you? You just want to wear your slutty little clothes, and it’s gonna get you into real fucking trouble one day, sweetheart. Maybe I should teach you a lesson. On your fucking knees.” 

Rachel is now crying aloud as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, and Negan wastes no time freeing his aching cock from his jeans, reaching down to once again take her hand and force her to wrap it around his cock. He works her hand up and down his shaft to show her what to do, but quickly realizes she won’t do it unaided, so he keeps his hand wrapped around hers. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she begins to sob, and Negan grunts at the feeling of her skin on his, and the sound of ‘Daddy’ on her lips like that’s going to save her. But the name only turns him on more. 

“You fuckin’ will be,” he promises, “Open that mouth.” She whines, squeezing her eyes shut, and Negan instantly reaches forward and tugs her hair hard, slapping her across the face, making her cry out in pain. “I said open that fucking mouth.” 

With a shaky jaw, Rachel complies, and he wastes no time pushing his cock into her mouth, fucking into the back of her throat, making her gag and splutter around him, spit already indignantly dribbling down her chin and front as it mixes with her tears. 

“Look what you made me do,” he snarls, gasping for breath with each punch at the back of her throat. Fuck, this feels better than he could’ve imagined. “This is all your fault and you fuckin’ know it.” 

Rachel continues to cry, but the sound of it only seems to stir Negan on more, his cock throbbing between her lips, and when he pulls back completely she gasps and splutters for air, dry heaving. 

“Time to find out if you were fucking lying,” Negan tells her, yanking her to her feet by her arm, shoving her over to the couch as she stumbles. He spins her around and forces her to bend over the arm of the couch, throwing her skirt over her ass, seeing that the white cotton panties are actually a thong, and her round, bare ass is right there for him. 

“Rachel,” he tuts, disappointment dripping off of his tongue. “Who the fuck do you think you are wearing panties like this, hm? You think you’re a big fucking girl, don’t you?” 

Rachel doesn’t reply, she just continues to cry, and Negan eagerly pulls the material to one side, exposing her pink, unused pussy, all tight and closed up, yet to be ruined or spoiled by anyone. He’s going to be the first, and if he gets his way, the last, too.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asks, looking at the back of her head for any sign of a reply. She doesn’t reply, which gives him his answer. “Have you fucked yourself with toys before? I bet a fucking whore like you has toys.” She shakes her head ‘no’ this time. “Fingers?” Another shake of her head tells Negan everything he needs to know. “Poor baby girl, you have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” 

Negan spits on his fingers and roughly pushes them between her folds, forcing them inside her as she screams, and he rushes to cover her mouth with his free hand. Not that her mother will hear her through all those walls and Xanax. Such a shame. He forcibly fucks into her cunt with his fingers, scissoring them in a bid to open her up just enough to take his cock, but he’s doubtful he’s going to fit without a lot of force. He’s still willing to try, though. He spits onto his cock, once again spitting on his fingers too, spreading the wet around her slightly opened hole. 

“No, no no no,” Rachel starts to panic, reaching back to push him away, but Negan’s strong enough to have her trapped there, and even when she tries to stand back up, he only has to push down on her back to get her to double over once again. “Please don’t, please, I’m a virgin, Daddy, please,” she begs. 

“Imagine this was Callum, hm?” he reminds her, teasing the tip of his cock against her tight opening, wondering if he’s going to manage to get inside. He pushes forward, making her scream once again, his hand once more silencing her. “It could’ve been. Could’ve fucking raped you on his backseat. Dropped you home with his cum dripping down your fucking legs and never called you again. You would’ve been just some dumb fucking whore he got to fuck,” he snarls, getting inch by inch inside her slowly. Blood smears over his length and he smirks at the sight, happy to have taken his little girl’s virginity. “You’re fuckin’ lucky it’s me, sweetheart,” he tells her. “You’re fucking lucky it’s someone who loves you.” 

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Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 12

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 3669

Warnings: Angst, suspense, emotional situations, Dean and Benny being themselves.

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.

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Your birthday was getting closer, but you weren’t really thinking much about it. It wasn’t like you could go anywhere or even be around family. The nightmares came on some nights as well, and they were always the same. On the mornings after those, you’d find Dean snuggled up to you. He never made anything weird, nor did he push to be close to you. Your mind was always swimming with questions, and there was no way of getting any answers.

There was an odd thing you’d found one day, wandering around the game room. In almost all of the rooms, at least upstairs, your parents had hidden things for you to find. So, you’d gone exploring in an all different sort of way. You checked the shelves, the walls, the doorframes, and even along the baseboards but hadn’t found anything.

Then, you looked over at the pool table, tilting your head in mild curiosity. You and Dean had played several games of pool over the last couple of weeks and you’d gotten much better at not focusing on him as much when trying to actually win. One of the places you’d never looked was under it.

Getting down on all fours, you crawled under the pool table, checking along the legs before looking up at the base of it. You tilted your head a bit, and your face contorted with curiosity as you noticed what looked like a hidden compartment that had been built into the base of it.

What the…

You reached up and unclipped the tiny clasp that was holding it closed, and several pieces of paper slipped forward. Thinking they’d fall, you quickly moved to catch them, nearly falling backward yourself. With a mild grumble, you reached up and pulled the papers from their hiding place and crawled out from under the pool table.

Leaning against it, you looked through them. They looked like a family tree or some sort of genealogy chart. It seemed to go back several generations, but what you found the most interesting was that near the pairs of names was an S. It was like that with almost every pair of names on the charts. The last piece of paper was another letter from your parents, and it brought tears to your eyes.

Dear Y/N, This is our family tree. We’re hoping that it will help you. Our family has been keeping track of its lineage for a long time. You’re special, Y/N. Empaths are born to our line every other generation as long as we are with our soulmate.  Sometimes, there is no gap, and an empath is born in the next generation. Each empath born will have an E next to their name on this chart. It’s not an initial. These are not the originals but copies of them. There’s a law firm in California that has the originals. The man who can help you is Fergus McCloud. He prefers to go by Crowley, though. All he’s waiting for is for you to contact him. He knows everything, but without you, he can’t make a move against the Vaught family. We’ll be with you in spirit, dearest daughter. Love, Your Parents

You were sitting on the floor at this point, tears again slipping down your cheeks when Dean found you. He quickly went to your side, kneeling on the floor as he pulled you close to him. You let the papers slip to the floor so you could bury your face in his chest and sob. He picked up the letter and read it while he held you, though.

He didn’t push you to talk about anything for the rest of the night, but you did notice how he had disappeared just before he did dinner. You weren't sure what to even talk about or how to form your thoughts into coherent sentences. Dean at least made sure you ate, though, and then held you close during a movie that night, which helped relax you.

It was a week from your birthday when your phone rang. While Dean was in the monitor room, you were sitting on the couch, reading one of the books you’d found in the game room. It was Sam, and that puzzled you.

“Hey, Sam. What’s up?” you asked, setting your book down on the end table.

“I have good news and bad news,” he replied, and you almost thought he sounded worried.

“Okay. I guess good news first,” you told him, a little curious now.

“Good news, your case wasn’t just thrown out of court The bad news, you have to be present because they want you to testify,” he explained.

Your heart began beating quickly while your chest tightened with anxiety. It was bad. Dean was sitting on the coffee table in front of you only a few seconds later.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, searching your expression when he noticed the phone in your hand. “It’s Sam…” was all you could manage to get out.

Dean didn’t hesitate, taking the phone from you and walking into the kitchen. You couldn’t hear the conversation, though. Your mind was racing, and you swore you might be having a panic attack at the thought of leaving the bunker. 

Damnit. I’m more level-headed than this! Think,

As you sat there, you forced yourself to take slow, deep breaths and let them out just as slowly. You knew you had to calm yourself down so you could think straight. As you slowly felt your body relax, you realized that you no longer had your phone. You glanced up and looked into the kitchen. Dean was pacing, still talking with his brother.

He’ll get the details, you mentally reassured yourself. It wasn’t like you understood how court proceedings worked or any of the legal jargon most of them used. Dean’s frustrated tone pulled your attention again, so you headed into the kitchen to find out what was going on.

“She can’t, Sam. No amount of protection is going to keep her safe. There has to be another way,” Dean stated, clearly frustrated but also worried.

You leaned against the opening to the kitchen, just watching him.

“Damnit! Fine. I’ll work out how to get her there,” he grumbled before hanging up and looking over at you. “You’re not gonna like this.”

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Here it was, three hours later, and he was right: you didn’t like it. He’d set up transportation for the two of you. Then, you’d gone and packed up a bag of things you’d need for your court appearance. Your nerves were on edge the entire time. The sun felt nice, but it took time to adjust to it again, having been in the bunker for as long as you had been.

Benny had opted to go with the two of you, knowing Dean wouldn’t make the drive on his own, and also knew that he’d never let you drive his car. He’d also been let in on everything that was going on. The two talked, but your mind was far too full of thoughts to pay attention to anything they were talking about.

Your mind raced as Dean drove down the freeway, one black SUV behind him and one in front of him. Due to the complications of the paperwork, they were your escorts. Dean hadn’t spoken about much, and you hadn’t asked. He had at least explained that he was driving straight through to the location in California where the two of you were going to be staying. During the drive, you admired how the outside world looked. It felt like a lifetime ago, the last time you’d looked at anything in the outside world. You would have had the window down, but it was mid-January, and the air was chilly due to winter. Your soulmate’s name still hadn’t shown up completely, and so far, it still looked like rubbish, and it still stung.

You eventually climbed in the back at one of the pit stops for gas so you could sleep while Benny took over driving and Dean sat in the passenger seat. Part of you didn’t want to sleep; you didn’t want to dream. The two up front were silent until you fell asleep.

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When you woke up, the sun was already bright, and Dean was driving again. You yawned and stretched before sitting up to look around. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, another yawn overtook you, and you heard Dean chuckle quietly in the front seat.

“Where are we?” you mumbled, half asleep, glancing out the window again.

“Almost to the safe house. We should be there in another ten minutes,” he explained, focusing on the road. “How’d you sleep?”

“No nightmares, and the back seat is far more comfortable than I thought it’d be,” you answered, noticing Benny was awake but quiet. 

It didn’t look like you were in the city anymore, at least not the dense part of it. Dean had briefly described how things would work and that you wouldn’t be staying in a hotel. From what you understood, your case was very complicated. Luckily, though, you were only required to be in court to testify, and hopefully, it would only be once. 

Dean pulled the Impala into the garage of a small house nestled in a small neighborhood. One SUV parked on the street, while the other parked in the driveway. You didn’t want to get out of the car, even after Benny and Dean had. Your anxiety felt like it was through the roof, and the thoughts of worry hadn’t stopped.

You didn’t even notice that Dean had opened your door until he spoke, “Hey, I won’t let anything happen to you. It’ll be alright,” he tried to reassure you.

With a shaky breath, you looked up at him, “I know. Doesn’t seem to stop me from worrying,” you replied, barely managing a small smile.

You stepped out of the car, and Dean closed the door behind you. He and Benny shared some silent conversation before Benny headed inside the house with you following. The four FBI agents were already inside, as were two others you hadn’t met yet. They were setting up laptops and monitoring equipment in the living room.

“There’s only two rooms, so two of you will have to share,” one of the male agents told you and Benny, but you were only partially paying attention.

Dean soon showed up with his and your bags, but you were already heading toward the rooms, wanting to see where you figured you’d be spending most of your time. He silently followed you as you went down the hallway, peeking inside the open doors as you went. There wasn’t much to them: a bathroom, linen closet, and hall closet, and the two rooms were identical. 

You chose the one closest to the living room because it somehow made you feel a little safer, even though all the windows did have wrought iron bars on them. Deep down, you were terrified that someone would come and find you and Dean and that your nightmare would end up becoming reality. Dean closed the bedroom door behind you, causing you to jump.

He sighed, setting the bags on the bed before he wrapped you up in his arms, doing his best to comfort you. “I know this is hard, but I’ll be here, every step of the way,” he soothed you, gently stroking your hair with one hand.

“I’m just scared,” you whispered, then hissed as your mark burned again.

Dean only let go of you to retrieve the cream from his bag, returning to your side and leading you to the bed. You sat down, still feeling in a daze as he sat next to you. His fingers were gentle as they moved your shirt just enough so he could apply the cream, but he froze.

“What?” you asked, looking at him a little puzzled.

“Nothing, sorry,” he quickly mumbled. He then applied the cream to your mark and fixed your shirt.

You hated when he did that, but with the mental state you were in, you didn’t have the brainpower to argue with him. You also mentally told yourself you’d just look at it later on in the bathroom, even knowing you’d probably forget. Dean unpacked not only his bag but also yours as you sat there, lost in your worried thoughts.

“Sitting there worrying about what-ifs isn’t going to make them go away. It’s just going to stress you out more,” he told you from in front of the closet, hanging up his suit.

“I know. I just…,” you sighed, looking at your hands in your lap, “...I can’t seem to make it stop, the thoughts.”

“Well, we’ve got internet again. We could always watch something that’s newer than what was back at your place,” he suggested, hanging a black dress next to his suit that you didn’t even notice.

“But, the agents,” you attempted to argue, looking up at him.

“So, we’ll bring the TV in here,” he replied, turning around with a soft smile.

“What about Benny?” you asked.

“If you don’t mind the company, he probably wouldn’t mind joining us,” he answered, sitting down next to you.

You looked from him to the floor, thinking again, letting a silence fall between the two of you for a bit. “Why did Benny stop being short with me after you started working at the garage?” you asked quietly, as it had been plaguing your mind for months.

He sighed, “I told him the truth, as much as I could, at least. He’d honestly like to get to know you if you were willing,” he answered, watching you.

That caused you to look up at him, wishing you knew the entire story but knew Dean would only share so much with you. “It might be nice to have more than just one friend,” you replied with a small, quiet chuckle.

Dean smirked playfully, “What if I don’t want to share you with other people?” he asked teasingly.

You giggled, turning his smirk into a smile, “What? Want to keep me all to yourself or something?” you teased back, just as playfully, appreciating how he’d lightened the mood. It always helped you get out of your head.

“Nope. Gonna keep you all to myself,” he teased, making you giggle, but a knock on your door pulled your gaze.

“Come in, Benny,” Dean said, making you look back at him, a little puzzled.

“The, uh, agents want to see the two of you,” he told you, and you felt your heart rate increase again.

“Come on, Sweetheart,” Dean told you softly, taking your hand in his.

With a deep breath, you let him lead you out to the living room. Being around so many strangers was nerve-wracking, even if they were there to protect you and Dean. The entire living room looked like some sort of command center. You even noticed security footage on one of the laptops, which was quickly turned so you couldn’t see it anymore.

I should have guessed they’d have the entire place under surveillance.

“On the morning of your hearing, we’ll be leaving very early. You and Mr. Winchester will be in one vehicle with three agents. Not only is the house under surveillance, but we have agents stationed in key locations. You’ll make it to your hearing,” the male agent told you, and you almost felt bad for not remembering their names.

“Can you just call me Dean? Every time you say, Mr. Winchester, all I can think of is my father,” Dean groaned, making you stifle a giggle.

“Sorry, Mr. Winchester, protocol,” the same agent answered.

Watching Dean groan like an unhappy child did make you giggle, and you also heard Benny stifling his laughter. “Fine,” he sighed, “Benny, help me move the TV to Y/N’s room.”

The agents just watched the two of them move the TV out of the living room, with neither Dean nor Benny giving them any explanation. You cleared off the top of the short dresser, and the guys set it up on top of it. While they were doing that, you glanced over at the bed. It was a full, so you knew the two of you would be able to sleep mostly comfortably. Plus, it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t shared a bed before. This, though, somehow felt different.

“You’re in your head again,” you heard Dean state from behind you.

You turned around, attempting to look as though you hadn’t been in your head. “No. I was just trying to figure out what side of the bed I was going to sleep on,” you attempted to explain. It was kinda true. It had been a thought.

“Pretty sure that’s not all that’s running around in that pretty little head of yours,” Dean chuckled before turning to Benny. “Wanna watch something with us?” 

“Sur’ brotha’,” he replied, his accent thick. Benny grabbed a chair from the kitchen while you and Dean got as comfortable as possible on the bed against the headboard. It wasn’t as comfortable as your bed or couch, but snuggling up with Dean helped you not think about it too much. 

Benny did chuckle when he came back into your room, though, “You two are kinda cute.”

Dean shot him a look before he went back to flipping through the channels, stopping on Scooby Doo. Benny and Dean shared a silent conversation, which you weren’t privy to, with how you were cuddled up to Dean, plus your attention was on the show.

You didn’t want to think about Wednesday, so you focused on the cartoon, Dean’s heartbeat, and his breathing. You had completely forgotten about earlier when your mark had burned. Dean would rub your shoulder occasionally, and when he wasn’t doing that, he’d rub small circles with his thumb. That night, the agents ordered pizza, enough for everyone at least. It was after that and after you’d changed into some pajamas that things felt awkward for you. Not only did you feel like someone was watching you, but you were staring at the bed you and Dean were supposed to deliberately share. 

He’d never climbed in bed with you when you had gone to bed back at your home. You only woke up with him there, holding you on nights you had had nightmares. Right now, your mind was wandering between nervousness and anxiety over the whole thing. You sighed and looked toward the window, then screamed when you saw a shadow there. Before anyone could make it into your room, the shadow was gone.

It was a cacophony of thudding feet all the way to your room as the agents burst in, guns drawn as two of them moved in front of you, pulling you back, out of the room. The other two were checking your closet, under your bed, and looking out the window. Dean pulled you into his arms in the hallway as Benny stood at his side.

“What happened?” one of the male agents asked you.

“There was someone outside my window,” you answered quietly, still quite shaken.

The agent went to the living room while Dean tried to calm you. The other agents who were in your room came out, giving the all-clear before Dean led you back inside. Your nerves were on edge, and you didn’t want to let go of Dean. You were almost holding onto him so he’d help keep your head above the sea of emotions that threatened to overtake you.

“Benny, grab the whiskey you brought,” Dean told him, not letting you go.

You heard Benny leave and then come back fairly quickly. “I was savin’ that,” he grumbled slightly.

“I know, but she needs something,” Dean pleaded more with his eyes than his tone, as that was soft but gruff.

Dean helped you sit down on the edge of the bed before he finally let go of you. He popped the top and handed you the bottle, just as you looked up at him, hoping you didn’t look as terrified as you felt.

“I feel bad-” you began, but Dean cut you off.

“You need something to calm your nerves and get some sleep,” he insisted, holding the bottle out for you.

Your shoulders slumped as a sigh left your lips, but you did take the bottle, downing a little over a shot. You hissed as it burned down your throat. Benny shifted the chair that had been in your room so that it was just outside your door, leaving the two of you alone by closing the door behind him. Both you and Dean knew that the agents weren’t going to tell you anything, so neither of you went to ask.

After two more shots, you handed the bottle back to Dean, “Thanks,” you mumbled, the worry slowly dissipating.

He gently rubbed your back as you focused on your breathing. When he did finally move away, you quickly looked at him, feeling that anxiety come back.

“It’s alright. I’m just gonna get ready for bed,” he again spoke softly, attempting to reassure you.

Out of respect, you forced yourself to look away from him and more at your hands. You’d never been this terrified in your life, and it was more for Dean’s life than your own, which you still hadn’t told him. He finally pulled back the blankets of the bed, letting you get comfortable first before sliding in behind you, then pulling you close so he could hold you in his arms.

It was different than when you’d wake up to him being there. A sense of peace, safety, and comfort felt as though it washed over and through your entire body. It felt like it soothed something deep inside, almost into your soul.

“Get some sleep, Sweetheart,” he whispered softly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“You too, Dean,” you sighed happily as your eyes began to close. 

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Hellfire Series Masterlist

Hi guys- first fanfiction and series. I would love any help or advice and some help with borders and the art. (Message me) The image above is from Pinterest.

This is hopefully going to be a series rewrite. This is a named OC x Sam fic, but it also has some OC x Dean. I haven't decided yet. This is a slow burn as I'm starting from season one. The character is Bobby Singers adopted daughter, who grew up closely with Sam and Dean.

Anyways... This is going to have canon level violence but with more descriptions, eventual graphic smut, tons of cursing, and may have canon level or beyond darkness. THIS IS AN 18+ FIC!

Jane Singer (OC)

(1) Hellfire Prologue

(2) Pilot- part one part two

(3) Wendigo- part one, part two, part three

(4) Dead in the water- part one, part two

(5) Phantom Traveler- part one, part two

(6) Bloody Mary- part one, part two

(7) Skin- part one, tba..

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Yo if you don't mind could I please request a lady lesso X student!reader who is 18 where r is top of their class however they have a secret kid who they had when they were 16. Nobody in the school is aware of this fact until one day r goes to lesso's office for help as a last resort and accidently interrupts a staff meeting in tears carrying a toddler in their arms and explains that they are sick and have tried everything but their fever won't go down and how they are terrified because everything else comes so naturally to them but being a parent is so hard. Dovey helps the kid while lesso calms r down asking why r didn't come to anyone sooner because they would have been happy to help. Lesso gains a soft spot their kid plus crush on r after this moment and they become their own mini family.

Precious Angel|fluff h&c

*Authors note~ I love writing these kind of fics. Oc Delilah is mine, changed the age she gave birth for the timeline*

Trigger warnings ~ mentioned sexual assault resulting in a child, panic + anxiety attack

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^^^

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Being a teenager is hard enough, but being a teenager and a mother at the same time? Yet you seem to handle it. At the age of sixteen you experienced something you wished to prevent for your daughter in the future, something no girl should ever have to deal with. Clarissa was the only one to know of your pregnancy and was even there for you when you gave birth to your daughter at seventeen. Truly, you don't think you would've managed it without her support. She helped you heal from the assault and adjust to having Delilah rely on you constantly as well as keeping on top of school work. Although you had the option for help, you could proudly say you'd done everything you possibly could for Delilah.

Delilah wouldn't settle, no matter what you did or how hard you tried to soothe your baby. You rocked her humming to her, you'd given her medicine to try and combat her slightly warm temper, you fed and changed her and even tried pacing with her in your arms. Nothing was working now, your hushed whispered as you tried to soothe her and ignore the panic you were feeling. You were failing her, and that broke your heart. "Love bug, it's okay momma is here, please baby girl I'm trying my hardest lilah. I love you baby please shhh it's okay, you're okay, you're safe" you cooed over and over hoping somehow your voice would soothe your daughter but it seemed that she was just feeding off your panic.

You did the only thing you knew how, you grabbed her changing bag, her pacifier and favourite stuffed toy before setting off in search of Clarissa. Your daughter clinging onto your side her little chubby fits banging on your chest as she wailed. Your stress and panic only building when you didn't find her in her office, you could now feel the tears prickling in your eyes. What else could you do? But she needed help, you needed help. So you made your way to the only other Dean of the school, slightly fearful of her reaction but desperately trying to help your daughter.

You didn't even knock, the wails of your daughter was enough to alert the occupants of the room to your arrival. There stood a very shocked Leonora and a concerned Dovey, she instantly came to hold Delilah seeing how you weee seconds away from falling apart. "She won't stop crying, I'm sorry. I tried everything nothing works. God it's so hard why did I think I could be anywhere near a good enough Mother to her. She's had medicine, been fed burped and changed and I can't get her fever down. I'm falling her" you whimpered as sobs now wrecked your body.

Instantly, Leonora was up crouching down to gather you in her arms, "shhhh sweetheart it's okay. We can help, Dovey is soothing her love. You need to calm down she can sense her momma isn't okay darling" she murmured rocking you slightly, your eyes trained on Dovey now soothing your baby. Her wails eventually turning into whimpers and sniffles before she drifted off to sleep in Clarissa's arms. Only then did you fully allow yourself to break, turning to hide your face in Dean of Evils face.  "Darling, you could've come to me, I would've helped like Dovey does, she's a sweetheart I can tell just like her momma" she whispered as you snuggled and wiped your tears looking at her seeing only truth laying there.

Days had passed since you had interpreted that meeting with Delilah, Lady Lesso popped by every evening, she would help you settle Delilah for the night, your daughter instantly obsessed with her, tugging on her bright orange hair and offering a cheeky toothy smile. It warmed your heart to see her like this with someone, not even Dovey was given the same pleasure. She loved Dovey but this was different, perhaps she shared your love for Leonora. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, your daughter being the reason why you got to tell Leonora of your feelings and thankfully she returned them for you and your daughter.

Life was a blissful kind of perfect you never thought you would have other than in your dreams, your daughter calling Leonora "ma" or "eso" and you "mommmamamam", when you had classes your daughter would either be in Doveys office or Leonora's, Delilah may have came about in an unfortunate way, her own father wanting nothing to do with the beautiful child but she had the most amazing momma aunt and ma to love and care for her no matter what. Raising Delilah with Leonora was a dream come true and you couldn't wait to see what the future would hold for your little family of three.

Word count ~ 1004

[prettywhenibleed]

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖊 (When Worlds Collide)

Pt 1 Supernatural/The Lost Boys Crossover FemHunter!OC x Poly! Lost Boys

TW: Some language, mentions of killing/death

WARNING!!! This fic is almost 10,000 words long so I split it into 2 parts which will be posted at the same time.

Word count: About 5k

I never really wanted this to be my life. If I had been given a choice, I would have chosen a normal, apple pie life. Unfortunately for me, that was never an option. Being the daughter of John Winchester, I was never going to be anything but a hunter. I was born and raised in the life, it’s all I have ever known. My older brothers, Dean and Sam, were raised in the life too, though Dean had four years and Sam had six months of a normal life before everything went sideways. Their mom Mary died and while Sam was too young to remember it, too young to even remember her, Dean was old enough to have lasting mental scars from it. From that night on, their lives were never the same. Moving around from place to place, staying in less than desirable motel rooms, John searched for the thing that killed Mary, learning all about the things that went bump in the night and ganking those sons of bitches along the way. Dean and Sam always being brought along for the ride, though John would leave them in the motel room while he was out working the job. As Dean got older, he started helping his dad out on jobs, Sam still being too young to be told about what was really out there for a time, but eventually, he too started to help out.

It was on one of these jobs that John met and had a bit of a thing with my mom, resulting in her getting pregnant with me. Surprisingly, John actually stuck around, leaving every now and then to go work jobs. Though my mom wasn’t a hunter herself, she knew about them and what they hunted, so she was more than okay with John’s suggestion in raising me in the lifestyle. Everything was fine for about four years, but then my mom died in a car accident. John took me, Sam and Dean and left, not wanting to stick around the place where the second woman he loved died. After Mary, he never thought that he could love again but then he met my mom and he thought that maybe, just maybe he was catching a break for the first time in a long time, but then she also died. So, continuing on the search for the yellow-eyed demon and killing whatever came their way, the Winchesters traveled the country.

This all brings us to now. All of us grown up, me being nineteen, dad has since died, Mary came back to life but then died again, my brothers and I have also died and come back, though they have died a lot more than me, friends have died and even Bobby died. We haven’t exactly had a very good run of luck. Like today. “Hey you guys want anything? I’m going on a supply run.” I asked my brothers who were both sitting at the table, books and laptops laid out on the table as they did research for the current case. “Pie.” Was all Dean said, not even looking up from his laptop. “Of course, pie. How about some cake instead?” I asked with a grin, teasing my brother. Dean shot his head up and gave me a glare. “I- Cake isn't- I swear Mia, if you get me cake instead of pie I-” I cut Dean off with a laugh. “Calm down, Dean. Don’t burst a blood vessel.” I told him, causing him to shake his head and look back to his screen. Sam all the while chuckling to himself in the background. “Besides, when have I ever forgotten the pie? That’s Sam's job.” I teased. Sam gave me his bitchface and opened his mouth to defend himself, but quickly shut it, knowing that I was right. “You want anything Sammy?” I asked him as I started walking to the steps that led out of the bunker. “Uhh, yeah. Just some more bananas. Thanks.” I rolled my eyes at Sam and nodded my head, quietly snorting when I heard Dean call him a rabbit. Leaving the bunker and making my way to the store, I started getting this really weird feeling. I didn’t know what it meant, but what I did know, was that as a hunter, you trusted your instincts and any weird feelings that you got. So I made sure that I was on alert and ready for whatever.

I got to the store, got the supplies and was making my way back to the car when I felt someone behind me. I turned around to face whoever or whatever it was and was suddenly in a warehouse. Standing in front of me, were three feathered dicks. “Oh great. What does the godsquad want now?” I asked, annoyed. The three angels just looked at me, then at each other then back at me before advancing towards me. Before I could do anything, I was grabbed from behind by a fourth one. “Look, if you guys wanna get a little frisky, you’ve got the wrong girl. I’m not really into this whole four on one thing.” I said, forcing a laugh and a grin. The one that looked to be in charge walked up to me until they were standing right in front of me and smirked. “Let’s see how funny you find this.” He said to me as he brought his hand up to touch his fingers to my forehead. Suddenly, everything went black. 

When I woke up, it was still light out. I looked around, noticing that I was on the ground and also noticing that I definitely wasn’t in that warehouse anymore. “What the hell?” I said out loud and I groaned and rubbed my head. I have no idea where the hell I was. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to call Dean, but I didn’t have any service. I looked at my phone confused for a moment before putting it back into my pocket. I felt around and was relieved to find that my gun was still there. Letting out a sigh of relief I stood up. “At least I still have my gun.” I said quietly to myself. All I had with me were the clothes on my back and whatever I had in my pockets, which wasn’t much. Just my wallet, phone, keys and gun. Better than nothing I guess. I started walking to, who knows where. I just knew that I needed to get to a phone so I could let Sam and Dean know what was going on. It took hours of walking, but I finally got to a store. Walking in, I went straight over to the counter to ask the clerk if they had a phone I could borrow. He told me that the phone wasn’t for customers, which annoyed the hell outta me. As I turned to leave I noticed the newspaper on the counter. Confused, I picked it up and took a closer look. July 12 1983. “1983? Oh crap.” The realization dawning on me. Putting the paper back down, I left the store. Crap, crap, crap. Those feathered douches sent me back in time, no wonder my phone has no service. I walked down the sidewalk annoyed until it dawned on me that I have no way of contacting my brothers. They’re not going to know what happened to me. I would pray to Cas, but even if he did hear me and show up, it wouldn’t be the same Cas that I know. “Dammit!” I quietly cursed under my breath. Checking my wallet and seeing that I had some cash, I decided it would be best to find a cheap motel and come up with some sort of game plan.

Over the weeks then months, I did everything that I could think of to try and get in contact with my brothers and Cas and even getting desperate enough to pray to any angel that would listen. Nothing seemed to work though. I ran out of money pretty quickly and had to resort to swindling people at pool and eventually, running credit card scams. I guess it was lucky that I had my dad and brothers to teach me all this stuff because otherwise I would be screwed right now. At some point I had gotten a car and just decided to live out of that. I always kept moving, never really wanting to stay in one place for too long. I soon realized that there didn’t seem to be any monsters around, well, not that I could tell. Everything seemed almost too perfect. No monsters, no nothing. Even though there weren’t any signs of monsters, I still did my best to stock my trunk up with whatever weapons I could get my hands on. I wanted more than anything to get back to my brothers but as time went on, it being about a year since the angels sent me back here, I started to come to terms with this probably being my life now. While I was sad at the prospect of never seeing Dean, Sam, Cas and Jack again, I was also filled with a sense of hope. Hope that maybe, this was my chance to have that normal, apple pie life that I have always wanted. 

It was now 1984 and I had made my way to a place called Santa Carla. It was weird, I had never heard of this place before. There were lots of things that were different about where/when I was compared to where I am from. It was almost like, not only had I been transported back in time, but also to a different reality or something like that. I mean, it would help to explain all these things, the lack of monsters for one. As I drove through town, I took a bit of a look around. I didn’t know what it was about this place, but I felt like I never wanted to leave. Making my way to the boardwalk parking lot, I parked my car, turned off the engine and let out a sigh. “I guess this is home for a while.” I said to myself. The car park was pretty crowded, which I guess was to be expected with it being the beginning of summer. I spent the first couple weeks just sticking to the boardwalk during the day. I started to hear rumors of this place being called “The murder capitol of the world”. This didn’t spook me too much though, I was a hunter after all. Well, I guess ex-hunter now.  Tonight, I decided to check the boardwalk out and see what the night life was like. I walked around for a while just looking at things. Nothing too special happened that night and for the next few weeks, I kept going back to the boardwalk at night. I didn’t know why, but whenever I went there at night, I felt like I was searching for something but I didn’t know what it was. I had also started to feel like I was being watched. I tried to keep an eye out for whoever or whatever was watching me, but I could never find them. Well, that was until tonight. Four punk looking bikers were watching me. The second I laid eyes on them, I knew that there was something off about them but I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I wasn't scared of them though, it took a lot more than some rough looking bikers to scare me. As the night went on, it seemed like they were following me. I decided to test it and walked off of the boardwalk and onto the beach. I made my way to a secluded part of the beach and once I was sure that no one would be around to see or hear us, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face them.

“Why have you been following me?” I asked them, arms crossed and my eyes watching their every move. They sent me smirks and glanced at each other before looking back at me. “We saw you on the boardwalk one night and we wanted to get to know you.” The short one with a long and curly mullet said. “Yeah, we thought you looked cool, sugar.” The one with wild, blonde hair added. He looked like he belonged in a band with the way he dressed and styled his hair. “So that involved stalking me?” I questioned, my eyebrow raised in question. “Sorry about that. We didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” This time it was the tall, brunette that spoke up. He seemed genuine in what he was saying. I couldn’t explain why but I just felt as though I could trust them. It really didn’t make any sense, seeing as I didn’t even know them, but then again, nothing seemed to make much sense anymore. “So how about it, doll?” The Billy Idol looking one said. He seemed to be the leader of the group. I thought for a moment. I knew that Dean and Sam would kill me for making such a bad decision. “You guys going to tell me your names first?” I asked. Amused that they have yet to even introduce themselves. “I’m David, that’s Dwayne, Paul and that’s Marko.” David introduced himself and the others, pointing to each of them as he said their names. They all greeted me with a hello and or a wave. “I’m Mia. It’s nice to meet you boys.” From that night on, I had found myself stuck with four incredibly attractive punk biker friends. They stuck to me like glue. Well, at night they did. I never seemed to see them during the day and whenever I asked about it, they seemed to always come up with an excuse. It didn’t take me very long to figure out why. They were vampires. They never hung out with me during the day, they went off during the night when we were all hanging out, people were going missing like crazy and the way they looked at people was akin to how a predator would watch its prey. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Dean and Sam would kill me if they knew that I didn’t gank them on the spot when I figured it out. And to make matters worse, I had started dating them. I knew that it was wrong. I knew that I should have taken them down and saved the people of Santa Carla, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Just the thought made me sick and made me feel like if I did gank them, I would be making the worst mistake of my life. It was like I had some sort of unexplainable bond with them. 

The boys and I mostly hang out at the boardwalk but we will sometimes go back to the cave and hangout there. When they took me to the cave for the first time, I was honestly pretty shocked. I heard the word cave and thought that it would look like a, well, like a cave. But this was completely different. While yes, it was still a cave, it was filled with so much stuff and actually looked pretty homey. David had told me about the hotel that used to be there and how it was built on a fault, causing it to fall when there was a big earthquake. It was honestly really nice having people to be around again. I didn’t realize just how lonely and isolated I had become over the past year. Being with David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko made me feel more at ease and happier than I have been in a very long time. This was the first time since I got zapped here, that I have truly felt content about my situation. I know I shouldn’t be feeling so comfortable and trusting with vampires, but I knew that they would never hurt me. I trusted them with my life. I stayed in the cave with them a couple times a week, but for the most part, I still slept in my car. I didn’t want to tell the boys about this because that could lead to more questions and those would be questions I would either not have answers for, or I just wouldn’t want to answer. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to have to try and explain to them that, not only am I a hunter, but I am also from the future and another reality. To be fair, they all had a pretty big secret that they still haven’t told me. Them being vampires. I decided to just not bring it up to them and let them tell me in their own time. Maybe that would give me the push that I needed to tell them about my own secret. Right now I was sleeping in my car. I was woken up by a knocking on my window. I shot up, gun at the ready, aimed at whoever was at my window. I lowered my gun as soon as I saw my boyfriend's face. Dwayne. I opened the door, got out and tucked my gun away. “Crap. I’m sorry Dwayne.” I told him as I closed the door. “It’s okay princess, but why do you have a gun?” He asked me, worry laced in his deep voice. I shrugged at him. “Protection.” I told him simply. Technically not lying. Dwayne nodded in understanding, though I could see that he knew I wasn't telling the whole truth. Dwayne brushed a piece of hair away from my face as he took a couple steps forward, making me back myself up against the car. It wasn’t to be intimidating though. “Why are you sleeping in your car?” He asked, his hand coming down and resting on my hip. I looked up at Dwayne. Knowing that this could make him ask even more questions, the kind of questions that I was worried about, I answered him. “I've been living in my car?” I told him but it sounded more like a question.

Dwayne stood there, his face one of shock. “You should have told us sooner.” He said, scolding me slightly but only out of worry for me. I tried to tell him that it’s fine but he didn’t want to hear it. He then asked me how long I have been living in my car for and when I told him that it’s been about a year, he all but forced me to move into the cave with him and the others. I rolled my eyes but didn’t put up too much of a fight. I didn’t mind the cave and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't looking forward to some better nights sleep. When Dwayne brought me back to the cave that night and told the others about where I had been sleeping the past year and how I would be moving in with them, they weren’t mad per say, but they, like Dwayne, weren’t too happy to hear about it. They just wanted me to be safe and wished that I had told them sooner. Though, they were very happy that I would be living with them now. It didn’t take them long to put together a room for me. They wanted to give me a space that could be mine and make me feel like this was my home because, well, it was my home now. For the next two months everything went fine. The boys and I did what we normally did. We went to the boardwalk, went on rides, played the games on the boardwalk and we all hung out at the cave. Today I had been working on my car. My  car was parked up top where their bikes normally were. I was lucky that I had Dean to teach me everything he knew about cars. It had gotten dark while I was working, so I took out the flashlight that I had and just continued. I heard the sound of gravel crunching and knew that, that meant that Dwayne was awake and had come out to help me. He would often come out and help me while I worked on my car, just as long as it was after dark. It was really nice to do something together, just the two of us. “You need some help, princess?” Dwayne asked. He crouched down beside the car and waited for my answer. “No, I’m almost done. Thank you anyway, Dwayne.” I called out from underneath the car. Dwayne being Dwayne, he decided to help me anyway. He grabbed the other torch that was in my toolbox, slid himself underneath the car with me and held the light up so I could see better. I looked at him and he just gave me a satisfied grin. 

I had always dreamed of having that normal, apple pie life but with the boys being vampires, I knew that wouldn’t exactly happen. It didn’t seem to matter though. I was probably the happiest that I had ever been. Not to say that I wasn't happy with my brothers, I was, but this was just different. I was in love. In love with four amazing guys that, I had come to realize, would do anything for me. As I would for them. They made me so incredibly happy and made me feel so safe and loved. I had finally fully accepted that I would be here forever, no way back to my brothers or my old life, and I was okay with that now. I had Dwayne, David, Paul and Marko. Speaking of Paul and Marko, I loved how wild and crazy they were. They were always stirring shit up wherever they went, usually pulling me into their chaos. I was always up for some chaos though. I mean, my life before all of this was pure chaos, but not exactly in the fun way. More in the, fighting for my life, kind of way. With Paul and Marko, it was always fun. After I had finished with my car, Dwayne helped me pack my tools away. I put the toolbox in the backseat of my car and walked over to the stairs, Dwayne right behind me. I spent the rest of the night hanging out with the boys at the boardwalk. Paul and Marko were all over me all night. They never left my side for a moment. I was standing with all of them around the bikes, I had Paul behind me, his arms around my waist and Marko was in front of me, also holding onto me. They were the two of the group that were the most comfortable with all types of PDA. David and Dwayne did show some forms of PDA but that was mostly a kiss here and there, holding my hand and a hug. Paul and Marko however, had zero shame. I was trying to talk to David but I could barely concentrate. Paul had his face in my neck, kissing it. “You okay there, doll?” David asked with a smirk, taking a drag from his cigarette. “I’m fine.” I told him with a stifled giggle. I could feel Paul laugh into my neck. “I think she’s ticklish.” Marko said with a chuckle. I could see the look in his eyes and it said that he was about to mess with me. “Don’t you dare, Marko.” I told him, jokingly. “Alright boys, leave her alone.” David told them, trying to save me from their terror. When it was time for all of us to leave, David pulled me over in his direction, wanting me to ride with him. I happily agreed, hopping on the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head against his back.

The next night, I was laying on my bed in my room. The boys told me that they had to go out and to “deal with some stuff” and that they would be back soon. I knew what that meant, even if they didn’t know that I knew. They were going to feed. I just told them to be safe. I spent that time listening to music and cleaning my guns. The boys obviously knew that I had guns and they actually thought that it was pretty cool. I even took them out shooting a few times, which was a good and a bad idea. While David already had experience and Dwayne was a very quick learner, Marko and Paul went a bit crazy, but luckily nobody got hurt. I didn’t know it, but the boys had gotten back and were currently going through the trunk of my car. They had snagged my keys earlier without me knowing. David was the one that had this nagging feeling that there was something that I was hiding from them. So naturally, he decided that rummaging around in the trunk of my car for, he didn’t even know, was the best idea. The boys didn’t know exactly what they were going to find, but it definitely wasn’t the haul of weapons, holy water, silver etc. in the secret compartment. Their hearts sank. Their mate was a hunter and their mate was possibly going to kill them when they found out what they were. Or worse, they thought. You already knew and you were just trying to get close to them so you could make the kill. Why you kept this charade up for so long, they didn’t know. But either way, they knew that they needed to confront you about all of this. So that’s exactly what they did. After they put everything back in its place and closed the trunk, they made their way back inside the cave and to my room.

I was now laying on my bed, a book in my hands, when they entered. I looked up at them and smiled. However, my smile faded when I saw the serious, sad and almost heartbroken expressions on all of their faces. I promptly put my book to the side and sat up. “Boys? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I asked them worriedly. I was worried that something had happened while they were out. Maybe one of them got hurt, but I couldn’t see any injuries. David was the first to speak up. “Is there something that you need to tell us?” He asked, his voice stern and laced with malice. I gave them a confused look. “What are you talking about?” I asked David. I didn’t have any idea what this was about. “Cut the shit, Mia. We know you’re a hunter. We saw what’s in your trunk.” He said. My heart dropped at his words. Oh crap, they know. I knew that I was going to have this conversation with them at some point, but I never wanted it to happen like this. I let out a sigh and ran a hand down my face. I guess it’s happening now. “Look, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you boys about this earlier, but it’s not exactly an easy thing to explain.” I told them. “Just tell us!” Paul demanded. He looked so hurt, they all did. Though David masked his hurt with anger. “Yes, I’m a hunter. I know what you boys are. I’ve known basically the whole time but I have no intention of hurting you. I could never hurt you.” I told them, practically pleading for them to believe me. “Then what the hell is all that shit in your trunk?” David asked angrily, his voice raised. I was now standing in front of them. “What I have to tell you is probably going to be difficult for you to believe, but I swear it’s the truth.” I told them. “Try us.” Dwayne spoke up, his arms crossed and face stern. “I was born and raised in the hunter lifestyle, it’s all I’ve ever known. My brothers, Dean and Sam, are hunters too but they aren’t here. They’re back home. I’m not from this reality or time. I’m from a different version of this reality and the year there is 2018. There are more than just vampires in my world and my brothers and I, along with other hunters, we hunt them. I was just out on a supply run when I was ambushed by some feathered douchebag angels and zapped here.” They all stayed silent as I explained everything to them, taking in all the information. When I was finished, Marko was the first one to speak up. “So, if you knew about us this whole time, had all of that stuff in your trunk and are a hunter…. Why haven’t you killed us yet?” He asked me. I gave him a small smile. “Because I love you. I love all of you.” I told them. I told them that from the moment I met them, I have felt a pull to them. A bond. Like there was an invisible thread that tethered me to them.

They exchanged glances with each other before looking back at me. Almost as if they were having a silent discussion with each other. That’s when they decided to explain to me that I was their mate. That, that’s the reason I was feeling that way and that’s why I was so drawn to them. I have heard of this kind of thing before. The vamps in my universe mate for life, so I assumed that this was the same kind of thing. I wasn't freaked out at all by this information. The exact opposite actually. I was happy hearing that we were all meant to be together. After the air had been cleared and all the skeletons were out of the closet, we all made up from our little misunderstanding. By the end of the night, we were all laid in my bed. Our bodies so tangled together that I didn’t know which limb belonged to who. I was glad that they had believed what I had told them and had forgiven me for keeping it from them for so long. They were also very happy that I was okay with them being vampires. They had lots of questions for me about my world/time and about all the different monsters, to which I happily answered as much as I possibly could. “Wait. So the vampires from your world, their faces don’t morph and ALL of their teeth grow long and sharp?” Paul questioned. “Yep.”

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[oceanmusings]

Kid Fics - Dean Winchester x Lori Holt

When I need some comfort, I typically write some domestic fluff for my oc's. So this is where you'll find any one-shot, series, headcanons, whatever I'm feeling that day!

So sit back, curl up with a blanket and drink, and enjoy <3

Main Masterlist

[ Fluff - 🌸 | Angst - 🥀 | Favs - ⭐️ ]

One-Shot

Oliver | 🌸⭐️

summary : Dean has been having a hard time connecting with Oliver (4 years old) since Lori brought him into their lives. But when the kid has a nightmare, only Dean is there to help him.

Baby | 🌸

summary : Dean and Lori's 9 month old Daughter, Ellie, learns how to honk Baby.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Littlest Winchester - Part 2

[this gif makes me laugh]

Part 2 – Typhoid Mary

Summary: Sapphire is sick while her dad and uncle are out on a hunt. She thinks she’s well enough to help find Jack.

Warnings: sick OC reader, puking, tooth rotting fluff.

a/n: Reader/Sapphire: 11 years old; Set during Season: 13

a/n #2: Figured I’d write a fluffy fic for Jen @supernatural-jackles​ one of my favorite fan fic authors on this platform, and one of a few who have inspired me to write, hopefully this helps put a smile on your face and feel all warm and fuzzy. :3

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When she woke up, it was later than usual. But Dean and Sam left a note for her for when she did wake up.

Hey Blue,

Uncle Sammy and I are helping Cas on a case that might involve Jack. If you could look up some stuff on the case that would be much appreciated. Sam left you his laptop in the library.

Call me if you find anything. Love you Princess.

- Dad

She could feel pressure in her head, her nose stuffy and runny, her eyes even itched a bit. They felt watery. And she had a pretty nasty cough. But she felt fine enough to sit and chill out at the computer all day to help her dad on the case.

She made herself a hot chocolate, warming up some milk, tossing in some marshmallows. She went into the library ready to go.

-

The case was a bust, no sign of Jack. Cas left to see if Heaven could help. Sam and Dean rented out a motel for the night, ready to leave for the bunker in the morning.

Her coughing fits got worse as the day progressed. Her headache got to the point it has made her cry. A constant fill in pressure, her eyes felt like they were gonna explode and if she couldn’t smell a thing. Her stomach decided to add to the torment and not agree with her, period.

Her stomach did a flip after said coughing fit. She leapt from her seat running for the nearest bathroom. Only to make it to the trashcan in the kitchen. Puking whatever contents in her stomach there was. Brushing it aside, she not only brought the trashcan with her, she headed back to the library, sat at Sam’s laptop and got back at it.

Sam had gone to bed early, Dean was looking at cases involving Jack. And then his phone rang. It was Sapphire.

“Hey Blue, found anything?” Dean asked.

“No, nothing.” She said. Her voice sounding rough, and clearly sick.

“You sound awful, you okay?” Dean asked.

“It’s just a cold, I’m fine, I’ll live.” She said.

“Don’t lie to me baby, you know what I said about that?” Dean said knowingly.

She sighed.

“My head feels like it’s gonna split in two, my nose is stuffed up, my throat hurts, and I threw up…twice.” She says.

“Alright.” Dean goes. powering down his laptop. Getting up to wake up Sam. “I’m waking up Sam and we’re leaving, now.” Dean says. “I’ll be home soon.” He adds.

As he nudges Sam’s shoulder harshly, waking him. “What Dean?” He goes, annoyed.

He points to his phone.

“No, Daddy, I’m fine. I made it this long being sick.” She says.

“We’ll hand whatever case to another capable hunter, right now, my daughter is sick. And I’m heading home to help her.” He says. “Now, power down Sam’s laptop, and get to bed.” He tells her.

“Okay daddy.” She says. Sounding tired and exhausted.

“You’ll be better in no time.” He says. Before exchanging I love you’s and hanging up.

“How bad?” Sam asked as he got dressed.

“I won’t know until I take her temp, she says she’s got a headache, stuffy nose and she puked a couple times.” Dean says.

“Sounds like the flu.” Sam goes.

“Maybe.” Dean agrees. “But, let’s get going.” Dean urges. Having already packed his stuff and is loading the impala.

She sat in the library, too tired to even move. She just closed out of the databases that were being used to find Jack, and opened up Google Chrome and began watching Markiplier on YouTube.

-

Her dad must have been speeding or was not that far from Lebanon, Dean came walking down the halls after dropping his bags off to his room and not seeing Sapphire in her room, he headed to the library. He saw her sitting at the table, on Sam’s laptop, watching a dude playing a video game. His antics making his daughter giggle.

“Hey baby girl.” He says upon entering.

“Hi daddy.” She said. She sounded weak and exhausted.

“I’ll have Sam get this laptop hooked up in your room, but let’s get you to bed.” He says.

He works her into his arms, and he carry’s her effortlessly to her room. She had dozed right off in his arms.

He lays her down gently, so as to not upset her stomach. He moves her heavy blankets to her feet, leaving her in the sheet blanket. He heads to the bathroom grabbing the thermometer. Coaxing her awake enough to get it in her mouth.

After a few minutes Dean pulled it out.

104.

Most fever reducers have doses made for kids 12 and over. Sapphire just turned 11. She’s still a bit young to be taking that kind of medicine. Sam decided to make a run to a nearby Pharmacy, grabbing a kid friendly fever reducer for kids 12 and under.

Dean gave her, her first dose. He grabs one of her chairs in her room, an oversized bean bag chair, and sat next to her bedside, keeping watch over her.

Sapphire slept soundly despite her symptoms. She woke up to her father, sleeping in the bean bag chair, holding her hand.

She still felt sick, but at least she didn’t feel like throwing up.

She wiped her eyes with her free hand. Waking her father.

“Hey Princess, how you feeling?” He asks. Gently brushing her hair from her eyes with his free hand.

“Egh.” She groans.

“Still crappy, huh?” he asks. she nods.

“Well then, we’re taking off today to take care of you.” He says, getting up.

“I’ll have Sam go get us some soup, crackers, meds, the works.” He says. “You just rest up in bed. ‘Kay?” he goes.

“Okay.” She says. How can she argue when she feels this sick?

And Dean goes to the kitchen to tell Sam exactly what he told her, and with that Sam is out buying canned soup, meds, and Dean is disinfecting the bunker.

“Dean, I have news.” Cas says, entering the kitchen.

“It’ll have to wait Cas.” Dean says.

“What are you doing?” Cas says, looking confused.

None of the Winchester brothers ever got sick, and Sapphire hardly ever got sick. But ever since she started up with school after summer break, it just popped up out of nowhere.

“Just disinfecting the bunker so no one catches whatever she’s got, miss Typhoid Mary in there.” Dean jokes, half kiddingly. Pointing to Sapphire’s room.

“It’s just the cold Dean, it’s not all that contagious.” Cas says knowingly. Causing Dean to look unamused at the angel.

“I’m not taking chances Cas, just go on your lead on Jack, I’ll have Sam help you when he can, ‘kay.” Dean says. “But I’m staying here with my girl, making sure she gets better.” Dean says.

Cas nods. “Very well Dean, I’ll call if anything changes.” He says.

“Sounds good Cas.” Dean says.

After cooking the soup, Dean enters her room, seeing her watching YouTube again.

“Why not just ask uncle Sammy to get you a console, and some games and play these yourself?” Dean asked, as he sat her dinner tray near her on her bed.

“These are PC games Dad, I’d need a gaming computer.” She says.

“We’ll get that too.” Dean says.

“Dad, it’s fine. I like watching it. it’s funny seeing him fail.” She says giggling at Mark failing at FNAF Help Wanted VR. “’Sides, I’d be cheating.” She says pointing at the video.

“Yeah, I guess.” Dean says. Just not getting it, how she finds that entertaining.

“Mind if I hang out with and watch?” he asks.

Might as well see what all the fuss is about though. He thought.

“Sure. If you don’t think Typhoid Mary here’s gonna get you sick.” She says, eyeing him. Making him chuckle.

“I was just joking around with Cas.” Dean says, setting in behind her. kissing the top of her head. “I love you baby girl.” He says.

“I love you too daddy.” She says as she dug in her bowl of chicken noodle soup.

~

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[cas-kingdom]

"I shouldn't have to tell you how dangerous that was" John (SPN) with whoever your OC is ❤

Also, I haven't been to any sort of secondary schooling myself but I've heard really great things about it. Try not to worry!! 🥺❤

A/N: Thank you so much. <3 Hope you like this! I wrote it with Lily, my OC, as I’m never too comfortable writing reader as a young child!

“I shouldn’t have to tell you how dangerous that was!”

John had never felt as though his heart was seconds from bursting through his ribs. Yes, many times in his life he’d felt terrified, and angry, and upset, but the fear that had coursed through his entire body when he’d seen his daughter tossing a kitchen knife in the air was unmatched.

Thankfully, by some miracle, he’d shouted in time for her to notice the object flip so the sharp edges were coming straight down towards her, and had taken a hurried step back before it impaled her, but he couldn’t stop his brain from running through every possible scenario as he rushed over to her. 

The first thing he’d done was grab the knife and toss it mindlessly onto the counter, away from his eight-year-old daughter’s hands. Then, he’d knelt down and taken her shoulders in his grasp, giving her a good shake. “Are you kidding me, Lilia?”

It was the worry in his voice that scared Lily, chilled her to the bone, in fact, because her dad was a monster hunter, and surely something as simple as her practising knife tricks like Dean couldn’t terrify him so much his hands were trembling at her skin. 

“I- I didn’t mean to,” she said, her voice shaking. “I just wanted to be like Dean!”

“Like Dean?” John shook his head, eyes wide as he stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“I see him do tricks with his knives all the time!” Lily insisted. Her eyes were glossed with tears as she tried to explain. “He throws them up and then catches them! A-and he’s so good! So why can’t I be good? Why can’t I hunt monsters?”

John swallowed the words he wanted to yell and instead pulled his daughter in, holding her against his chest. He felt her tiny heart beating furiously, breaths coming in little gasps as she reduced herself to tears, arms winded around his neck and head buried into the crook of his neck.

John stayed there for a short while, his eyes shut as he attempted to calm the nerves still racing through him. “God, girl,” he muttered, “you’re gonna be the reason I die young, I swear it. I’ll get a heart attack or something stupid.”

Lily sniffled against him. “Don’t die, Daddy,” she said, and her crying started anew.

John shook his head, pushing her away and holding her at arms’ length. He’d calmed for the most part, though he was aching to kill something now, just to let out the extra steam. 

“Lily, sweetheart,” he started, careful to make the hardened edge to his tone clear. He waited for the child to look at him through glassy eyes before he continued. “If I ever catch you with a knife again, whether you’re tossing it in the air or holding it in your hand, I’ll be madder than this. You understand that? Dean is a big boy, and he’s practised with those knives for years. You’re still a little girl, no matter how much you protest to that, and the day you use a knife for anything other than chopping a carrot will not come for a long, long while, you hear me?”

He heaved a breath and took her hands in his own. “That was... stupidly dangerous, Lily. You almost decapitated yourself, for Christ’s sake.” Another breath. He was telling himself to keep calm, at least until Sam and Dean came home and took her for a while so he could properly relax.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Lily choked out, and John’s heart broke for an entirely different reason. He pulled her in yet again, lifting her to settle against his hip. Her face found its place at his neck once more and he took another glance at the knife before walking out of the motel’s kitchen and towards the beds. 

“Okay, darlin’,” he said quietly, “let’s watch some TV and wait for your brothers.”

Whoever said little girls were a dream had lied. Still, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

SPN Masterpost

[winchesterbrotherstan]

SPN- Crossroad Blues (2.08)

Pairing: Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: The siblings find a case that isn’t what it seems, Dean pulls a dangerous stunt, and Olive comes clean about a few big secrets

Warnings: mentions of blood, demons, bad dogs, uhhh, cursing

Word Count: 5054

I huffed as Sam pulled the computer screen out of the line of sight of people around us. I looked at the picture, then at Dean with another huff. Jinx whined at our feet.

“So much for our low profile.” Sam grumbled. “You’ve got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you’re officially in the fed’s database. And Ol, you’ve got a warrant in Maryland.”

I shrugged as I looked at our mugshots.

“Dude, I’m like Dillinger or something.”

“Dean, it’s not funny. Makes our lives harder, we’ve gotta be more careful now.”

“Well Sams, what do they have on you?”

“I’m sure they just haven’t posted it yet.” He mumbled.

I looked at Dean, who grinned. “No accessory? Nothing?”

“Shut up.” Sam scowled.

Dean laughed. “You’re jealous.”

“No, I’m not!” Sam spat.

I giggled. “You should’ve come with me, you’d have a warrant too.”

Sam rolled his eyes and shut the laptop. I leaned forward with a smile. “Alright, what do we have so far?”

“Yeah, you innocent, harmless, young man. What d’ya got?”

Sam pulled out a folder. “Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condo he designed.”

“Hmm.” Dean hummed. “Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That’s classy. When did he call animal control?”

“Two days before he died.”

“Did he actually say black dog?”

“Yeah. A, and I quote, vicious, wild, black dog. Authorities couldn’t find it, no one else saw it. In fact, the authorities are kinda confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up, and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town.” Sam sighed. “And after that, no more calls, doesn’t show up for work. Then he takes the swan dive.”

I looked back at Dean and picked a fry off his plate. “Think we’re dealing with an actual black dog?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Sams, what’s the lore on it?”

Sam handed me a few pages from the folder with a shrug. “It’s all pretty vague. I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but… some say they’re animal spirits, others say death omens. Either way, they’re big and nasty.”

Dean plucked a sketch from the pile and held it up with a smirk. “Yeah, I bet they could hump the fuck outta your leg, huh?”

Sam glared and I snorted. Dean’s smile turned into a frown.

“What? They could!”

                                                              ***

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Sam and Dean insisted that I wear heels to look older, and I could already feel blisters forming.

“So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?”

“That’s right.” The man nodded at us. “Now one more time, this is for…”

“A tribute to Mr. Boyden. Architectural Digest.”

The man snorted, and Dean’s eyes narrowed.

“This funny to you?”

“No, it’s…” He sighed. “It’s just, a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind. Well, he gets another tribute.”

“Right.” Sam nodded. “Any idea why he’d do such a thing?”

He shrugged. “I have no clue. I mean, he lived a charmed life.”

“How so?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I’m capable, but next to him, I… and it wasn’t always that way, either.”

“No?”

“You wanna know the truth? There was a time where Sean couldn’t even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he was working as a bartender at this place called Lloyds. A complete dive.”

“Right.” Sam nodded. “So what changed?”

“You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing… he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like… the level of van Gogh, and Mozart.” He stopped, staring at the ground.

“What?”

“It’s funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don’t they? To have that kind of talent. Why… why just throw it away?”

                                                             ***

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Sam smiled from beside me.

“Are you sleepy?”

I nodded. “A little.”

He held his arm up and I dove into his side, head resting against his chest. I let my eyes fall shut as I took a deep breath. I hadn’t been sleeping right for the last week. Drinking Dean’s blood had healed me, but he insisted that doing it every day would make me stronger. So far, it was doing nothing but giving me vivid nightmares.

I had woken up thinking I had killed him, and after two nights of hearing me scream, Sam suggested that I sleep in his bed instead. I felt like the scum of the earth, and although I knew better, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Sam saw me in the same way.

Jinx yawned from the backseat, and Sam giggled. The driver’s side door opened, and Dean slid in.

“So?”

“Secretary’s name is Carly. She’s twenty-three, she kayaks, and they’re real.” Dean grinned at me.

I sighed, and Sam rolled his eyes.

“You didn’t happen to ask her if she’s seen any black dogs lately, did you?”

Dean pulled a folded page from his jacket pocket. “Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There’s nineteen calls in all. And uh…” He pulled a post-it off the paper. “I don’t know what this thing is.”

Sam plucked the post-it from him and laughed.

“You mean her MySpace address?”

“Yeah, MySpace. What the hell is that?”

Sam and I both laughed, and Dean stared.

“Guys, I’m being serious. Is it like…” He leaned over and put his hands over my ears, but I could still hear him.

“Is it like some sort of porn thing?”

Sam and I only laughed harder.

                                                             ***

I sighed and rolled my neck. Dean huffed.

“I swear, if this is another fucking pomeranian barking in the neighbor’s yard-”

The front door opened, and Dean cleared his throat.

“Afternoon, ma’am.” He flashed his ID. “Animal Control.”

“Oh, someone already came yesterday.” The young woman shook her head.

“Oh, we’re just following up.”

“We’re looking for a Dr. Sylvia Pearlman.”

                                                             ***

“The doctor, well, she… I don’t know exactly when she’ll be back. She left two days ago.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded. “And you are?”

“I’m Ms. Pearlman’s maid.”

“So, where did the doctor go?” I asked, keeping an eye on Dean, who was roaming around the living room.

“I’m not sure.” She shook her head. “She just packed and went, she didn’t say where. That stray dog, did you finally find it?”

“Oh, uh, not yet. You know, you didn’t ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?”

“Well, no.” She sighed. “I never even heard it. I was almost starting to think that she was imagining things, but she’s not like that, so…”

Dean plucked a photograph off the wall and squinted at it. “Hey, I read she was uh, chief surgeon at the hospital. She’s gotta be what, forty two, forty three? That’s pretty young for that job.”

The woman nodded. “Youngest in the history of the place. She got the position about ten years ago, I think.”

Dean hummed, and I sighed.

“An overnight success. Ten years ago.”

Dean flipped the photograph over. “Yeah, we know a guy like that.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, hey. Look at this.” He showed us the back of the photo. “Lloyd’s Bar.”

                                                             ***

I sighed as Dean put the car in park. He ruffled my hair with a smile and a wink.

“Alright. We’ll be back, keep an eye on Jinx. Yeah?”

I nodded. “Okay. Be careful please.”

Sam smiled and kissed my head before clambering out of the car. “Always, bug. You too.”

I watched as they started toward the door, and then Dean stopped. He and Sam exchanged a few words, then Dean pointed. I shifted around to see and sighed.

A crossroads, with yellow flowers growing in each corner. I squinted. Those were yarrow flowers, which were used for rituals. Summoning rituals.

“I’ll be right back, girl.” I patted Jinx on the head before climbing out of the car.

The boys heard the noise, and Sam beckoned me over.

“So, two people become sudden success about ten years ago. Right around the time they were hanging out at Lloyd’s.” Dean stated.

“Where there just happens to be a crossroads.” Sam sighed.

“You guys think?”

Dean shrugged. “Let’s find out.”

He walked into the middle of the crossroads and stopped, looking around. “This seem about dead center to you?”

Sam and I both tilted our heads.

“A little more to the left.”

“My left or your left?”

“Uh, our left. So your right.”

“Gotcha.” Dean mumbled as he shuffled a few steps over.

“Stop, there.” Sam put a hand up.

“I’ll get you a shovel.” I put a hand up. “Keys.”

He tossed them and I snatched them out of the air, hurrying to get a shovel from the trunk. I grabbed it and shut the trunk, handing it off Sam. He took it to Dean while I let Jinx out, holding her on a tight leash so she wouldn’t get in Dean’s way. Dean dug a few inches past the gravel and the sound of metal against metal made me cringe.

“Yahtzee.” He grinned and dropped the shovel, going at it with his hands.

He pulled out an old rusted box and dusted it off, coughing. He opened it and Sam and I dropped to his side. I sat in the dirt and picked through the box, pulling out old, small bones. Sam took a jar with a sigh.

“I’d be willing to bet this is graveyard dirt. And that’s a black cat bone.”

“That’s serious spellwork.” Dean sighed.

“Yeah, like Deep South Hoodoo shit.” I put the bones back in the box and rubbed my hands off on my jeans. 

“Used to summon a demon.” Sam huffed.

“Not just summon. Crossroads are where pacts are made.” Dean grew upset as he stood. “These people are making deals with the fucking thing. You know, cause that always ends good.”

“They’re seeing dogs, alright. Just not black dogs.” 

“Hellhounds. Demonic dobermans.” I huffed, petting Jinx’s head.

“Yeah. Whoever this demon is, it’s back and collecting. And that doctor lady?” Dean let out a low whistle. “Wherever she’s running? She ain’t running fast enough.”

We circled back to the car, tin box in hand. Dean had it in his hands, but he had closed it. He was agitated, and I felt guilt start to rise in my throat.

“So it’s just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads kinda deal?”

“Yeah, except that wasn’t a legend. I mean, you know his music.”

Sam shrugged, and Dean deadpanned. “You don’t know Robert Johnson’s songs? Sam, there’s occult references all over his lyrics. I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?”

Sam only pouted, and Dean sighed.

“Story goes, he died choking on his own blood. He was hallucinating, and muttering about big evil dogs.”

“And now it’s happening all over again.”

“Yeah.” I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. “We’ve gotta figure out who else made deals here.”

“Great.” Dean groaned. “So we’ve gotta clean up these peoples’ messes for em? I mean, they’re not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play Let’s Make A Deal.”

“So what, we should just let them die?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and save em?”

“Dean.” Sam and I made the same face.

“Fine.” Dean sighed. “Alright, rituals like this, you’ve gotta put your own photo in the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned this thing, let’s go and see if anyone inside knows him.” He paused. “If he’s still alive.”

                                                             ***

“What’s this guy’s name again?” I asked as we walked up the set of wide, wooden stairs.

“George Darrow. Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd’s. Though this house probably ain’t up next on MTV cribs, is it?”

Sam chuckled and I sighed. “Yeah.”

“Yeah, so whatever kinda deal he made…”

“Wasn’t for cash.” Dean huffed. “Oh, who knows.” He shrugged and grinned at us. “Maybe this place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis.”

Sam and I sighed.

“No, I’m just saying… this dude’s got one epic bill due. Hope he at least asked for something fun.”

I made it to the door first and noticed black dust lined up under the door. I crouched and slid a finger through it.

“What’s wrong?”

“The hell is this, pepper?” I stood and held my finger out to Dean.

The door swung open and I jumped back into Dean, caught off guard.

“Who the hell are you?”

“George Darrow?” Sam tried.

“I’m not buying anything.” He moved to shut the door in our faces.

“Whoa, whoa.” Dean chuckled. “Looks like you went for the wrong shaker there.”

George glared and I sighed.

“Usually when you wanna keep something evil out, you use salt.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The man spat.

“Talking about this.” Dean held the photo from the tin box up. “Tell me. You seen that Hellhound yet?”

The man’s face went blank and he pulled away.

“Look, we just want to help. Please.” Sam begged. “Just five minutes.”

He sighed and let us in. I followed Dean, and Sam stayed behind me. The apartment was full of paintings, some done and others barely started. There was a table full of paint and brushes, and a bottle of whiskey. George served himself some in a glass, and the three of us looked around, and then at each other.

“So what is that stuff out front?”

“Goofer dust.”

I blinked, and Sam and Dean awkwardly faced George.

“What, you kids think you know something about something but not Goofer dust?” He pulled a brown sack from behind an easel and tossed it straight at us.

Sam and Dean both flinched, and I reached up and caught it with ease.

“We know a little about a lot of things.” I explained as I inched closer to Dean, looking at the bag.

“Just enough to make us dangerous.” Dean mumbled.

“What is it?” Sam asked.

“Hoodoo. My grandma taught me. Keeps out demons.”

“Demons, now that we know.” Dean perked up.

“Well, then.” George huffed. “Maybe it’ll do you some good.” He slumped in a chair. “Four minutes left.”

Dean and I glanced at each other with slitted eyes before both turning to Sam. He took the lead with gentleness.

“Mr. Darrow. We know you’re in trouble.”

“Yeah, that you got yourself into.” Dean grumbled.

I elbowed him, hard, and he grunted as Sam kept talking.

“But it’s not hopeless, alright? There’s gotta be something we can do.”

“Listen.” George sighed. “I get that you boys wanna help. But sometimes a person makes their bed, they’ve just got to lie down in it. I’m the one who called that demon in the first place.”

Dean huffed as he shot us both an I told you so look. “What’d you do it for?”

“I was weak. I mean… who don’t wanna be great? Who don’t want their life to mean something? I just… I never thought about the price.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Hell, no. Course, I asked for talent. Shoulda gone for fame. I’m still broke and lonely. Just that now I got this pile of paintings don’t nobody want. But that wasn’t the worst…”

“Go on.” Sam pressed.

“Demon didn’t leave. I never counted on that. After our deal was done, the damn thing stayed at Lloyd’s for a week. Just chatting. Making more deals. I tried to warn folks, but, I mean… who’s gonna listen to an old drunk?”

“How many others?” I asked.

“Uh, the architect, that doctor lady. I kept up with them, they’ve been in the papers. Least they got famous.” He sighed.

“Who else?”

He shook his head.

“Come on, George, think.” Dean pressured.

“One more. Uh, a nice guy, too. Hudson. Evan, I think. I don’t know what he asked for. Don’t matter now. We done for.”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “No, there’s gotta be a way.”

“You don’t get it!” George shouted, and the three of us inched away. “I don’t want a way!”

“Look, you don’t-”

“I called that thing! I brought it on myself! I brought it on them…” He sighed. “I’m going to hell, one way or another. All I want is to finish my last painting. Day or two, I’m done. I’m just trying to hold them off til then. Buy a little time. Okay, kids. Time you went, go help somebody that wants help.”

“We can’t just-”

“Get out!” George snapped. “I got work to do.”

“You don’t really wanna die.” Sam reasoned.

“I don’t?” George challenged. “I’m… I’m tired.”

The three of us shared a look before heading for the door.

                                                             ***

Sam knocked on the door, and Jinx tugged at the leash. I tugged back, forcing her to sit. The door opened, and a man poked his head out.

“Yes?”

“Evan Hudson?”

“You ever been to a bar called Lloyd’s? Would’ve been about ten years ago.” Dean’s face was devoid of expression.

Evan slammed the door shut with a grunt, and I heard the latch go. I sighed.

“Come on, we’re not demons!” Dean called.

“Any other bright ideas?” I turned to Dean with a scowl.

Dean gave me a bitchface before turning, setting himself, and then kicking the door down in one go. I let go of Jinx and she ran in, following where Evan had gone. Dean set himself back up, and Sam smacked his leg down.

“Wait!” He hissed.

Dean scowled, and Sam shot him a look right back. He turned the handle and gently pushed the door open. There was no noise from inside, and Sam stepped in first. Jinx stayed by my side, tail wagging.

“Evan?”

“Please!” He jumped out into sight, hands up. “Don’t hurt me.”

Sam put his own hands up, and Dean’s face remained blank. Jinx sat down, head tilted to the side.

“We’re not going to hurt you, alright? We’re here to help you.”

Dean took the lead, stepping forward. “We know all about the genius deal you made.”

“What?” Evan was shocked. “How?”

“Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we’re trying to stop it.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?” Evan shuffled backward as I took a step forward.

“Well, you don’t, but you’re kinda running low on options there, buddy boy.” Dean spat.

Evan swallowed and began to pace back and forth. “Can you stop it?”

“Don’t know. We can try.”

“I don’t want to die.” Evan whined.

“Of course you don’t, not now.” Dean hissed.

“Dean.” Sam whispered. “Stop.”

“What’d you ask for anyway, Evan? Huh? Never need viagra? Bowl a perfect game? What?”

“My wife.”

Dean let out a harsh laugh. “Right. Getting the girl. Well, that’s worth a trip to hell for.”

“Dean, stop.” I warned.

“No. He’s right.” Evan sighed. “I made the deal. Nobody twisted my arm, that… woman, or whatever she was… at the bar? She said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but… I don’t know how… I was desperate.”

“Desperate?” Sam repeated.

“Julie was dying.”

“You did it to save her?” I asked, voice quiet.

“She had cancer. They’d stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice, they kept saying… a matter of days. So yeah. I made the deal. And I’d do it again.” Evan shook his head. “I’d have died for her on the spot.”

Dean took a predatory step forward. “You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn’t have to live without her. But guess what? She’s gonna have to live without you now. What if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul, huh! How do you think she would feel!”

“Dean!” I shouted, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him backward.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Sam warned, then turned to Evan. “You just sit tight, alright? We’re gonna figure this out.”

I pulled Dean into the hallway, grip on his wrist tight. Jinx stayed with Evan, and Sam followed us out.

“What’s your deal?” I hissed.

“I’m fine.” Dean snapped.

“Dean-”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Dean snarled. “Look, I got an idea. Ol, you still got the Goofer dust?”

I scowled as I pulled the bag out and handed it over. “You throw George’s hoodoo at the Hellhound, keep it away from Evan as long as you can. I’m gonna go to the crossroads and summon the demon.”

“The fucking hell you are.” I glared at him.

“Olive, I’m the fucking grown up here.”

“Dean, are you nuts?” Sam tried to ease the tension.

“Maybe a little. But I can trap it. I can exorcise it, and I can buy us time to figure out something more permanent.”

“How much time, Dean?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I don’t know. A while. It’s not easy for those clusterfucks to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine.”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “No way.”

“You’re not allowed to say no, Sammy. Not unless you’ve got a better idea.”

“Dean, we’re not gonna let you summon that bitch.”

“Why not?” Dean turned back to me.

I shook my head, and Sam jumped in.

“We don’t like where your head is at right now, that’s why not.”

“What the hell are you guys talking about?”

“Dean, you’ve been on edge ever since we found the crossroad.” I reached for his hand.

He let me take it and turned back to Sam with a huff.

“She’s right. And we know why.”

“We don’t have time for this.” Dean tore his hand from mine and brushed past us both. He shoved the Goofer dust into Sam’s chest without stopping, ready to take off.

“Dad.” I called. “It’s because Dad.”

“I’ve been thinking it too, De. I’m sure you have too.”

Dean’s shoulders shrunk and he sighed. “It fits, doesn’t it? I’m alive. Dad’s head. Yellow-eyed demon was involved. What if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul?”

“I think I hear it!” Evan shouted. “It’s outside!”

Dean steeled himself once more, but his expression softened. “Just keep him alive, okay?”

“Dean…”

“Go.” Dean pointed.

Sam and I turned back and Dean took off. Sam began to line the windows with Goofer dust. I tied Jinx’s leash to the bookshelf Evan had hidden behind and took a handful from the bag, making a circle around Evan.

“What is this stuff?”

“Goofer dust.”

“Is she serious?”

“Afraid so.” Sam sighed. “Look. Believe us, don’t believe us. Whatever you want. Just stay inside the circle, alright?”

Evan nodded and hugged himself as he stood in the circle. Sam helped me finish it, shaking out the last grains from the bag.

“Alright. That’s the last of it.” Sam sighed and we began to pace around the room, eyes on the dust.

Sam was quiet, thinking. I glanced over at Evan, who looked horrified, but somehow at peace. I sighed and turned to Sam.

“It wasn’t supposed to be Dad.”

Sam blinked. “What?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be Dad.” I repeated, feeling tears brew in my eyes. “It was supposed to be me.”

“Olive, what are you…”

“I gave Bobby a different list. I did it on purpose. I was gonna make a deal. For Dean. That way, you, and him, and Dad would be together.”

“Olive.” Sam shot me a warning glance.

“That’s what Dad and I were fighting about before Dean woke up. He knew what I was gonna do. So he did it instead.”

“Olive…”

“It’s my fault that Dad is dead. It’s not Dean’s. I should’ve been quicker.”

“Olive.”

“If Bobby hadn’t said anything, it would’ve happened. And Dean would be happy. He’d have Dad.”

“Olive, don’t you let him hear you say that. Okay? He will never forgive you.”

My heart shattered at the prospect, but I shook my head. “I don’t care. I’m so tired of lying to him. I can’t see him like this, not anymore. I should’ve died, and Dad should still be here.”

“Olive, that’s not-”

“I’m a fucking monster, Sam! How many teenage girls do you know that have to drink their brother’s blood everyday?” I hissed.

Sam looked away, and I nodded, wiping away my tears.

“Exactly. I should be dead, and Dad should be here.”

“Did you guys hear that?”

“No. Where?” I wiped my tears and stood straight.

“Right outside the door.”

The office doors began to rattle like it was the end of the world. Sam grabbed Jinx and pulled me to follow as he stepped inside the circle of Goofer dust. The three of us stared at the door as it shook harder. Jinx whined, and then barked.

“Just don’t move, alright?” Sam ordered. “Stay where you are.”

The door almost came off the hinges before stopping suddenly. We swallowed hard before turning to Evan.

“Do you still hear it?”

“No. Is it over?”

We looked at each other, and Evan whipped around to stare at a grate in the corner. I mumbled a string of curse words to myself, and Sam pushed Jinx into my arms. He slowly crouched and picked me up, placing me on his hip.

The grate burst off the wall, and the Goofer dust began to blow away.

“It’s here!” Evan shouted.

I looked and gasped.

“Ol?”

“I guess the glasses work.”

A huge, hairy, pitch black dog that looked more like a wolf moved closer. Red eyes and yellow fangs, and everything about it screamed death. Another one came out after it.

“Sammy.” I whined, clinging to him.

“Can’t you see it?” Evan whined.

“No! Stay inside the circle!” Sam ordered.

I tightened my grip on him. The dogs circled us, but it was like watching a silent movie. Jinx let out a howl. They clawed at the floor, gouging deeper than an inch in the wood. They stopped just outside the Goofer dust, glaring.

Sam huddled the three of us closer, trying to protect Evan while keeping me on in case we needed to bolt. I watched as the wind from the grate continued to eat at our circle.

“Come on, De.” Sam whispered.

The wind blew at our hair, and Jinx let out a loud whimper. I ducked my head into Sam’s neck and tensed up, ready to die.

“Circles broken, come on!” Sam shouted and took off, dragging Evan along with us.

Evan ducked into a storage room down the hall, and Sam slammed the door shut behind us. 

“Bug! Need a hand!”

I handed Jinx off to Evan and let out a growl, helping Sam hold the door shut. My head began to throb, and my fangs tore at my bottom lip. The hellhounds pushed hard, but Sam and I pushed back harder, both grunting.

The pounding stopped.

                                                             ***

“Demons lie all the time, right?” Sam repeated what we had told him so long ago when we were on the plane. “Maybe she was lying.”

“Come on. That really what you think?���

Sam looked down, and I looked away, shuffling closer to him.

“How could he do it?”

“He did it for you.”

“Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him… wherever he is right now. I mean, he spent his whole life chasing that… yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy. You know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this.”

“How many people do you think Dad saved? Total.”

“That’s not the point, Sam.”

“Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us. That’s his legacy, Dean.”

“She’s right, man. We’re still here. We gotta keep going. For him.”

There was a long pause, and I turned back to Dean.

“De?”

He hummed in response.

“When you were trapping that demon, you weren't… I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right?”

He stared straight ahead, then glanced out the window. Tears began to stream down my face and I turned to bury myself in Sam’s side as the radio began to blare. Sam only wrapped his arms tighter around me.

                                                             ***

Sam shut the bathroom door, and I heard the shower turn on.

“Dean.” I whispered.

“What is it, kid?” He didn’t look up from the TV.

“It wasn’t supposed to be Dad. I’m sorry.” I sat on the bed opposite of him and fiddled with my thumbs.

He turned the TV off and knelt down in front of me.

“What the hell does that mean, Olive?” He got closer to my face.

“I was supposed to make the deal. Dad did it instead. It’s my fault he’s gone, not yours. I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean you were gonna make a deal?”

“My soul. For your life. But Dad found out. And he did it instead.” I looked up with tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Dean’s face conveyed an emotion I couldn’t describe. He looked like he wanted to kill me and smother me in kisses at the same time.

He put his hands on my knees and let out a shaky breath.

“Why would you even think about doing that?”

The tears began to flow freely. “I just wanted you to be happy. You loved Dad, more than Sam and I ever did. I just wanted you to be happy, Dean.”

His hands moved up to my cheeks and took another deep breath. “Olive Sam Winchester. If you think, even for a moment, that I would be happier with anybody than I am with you and Sam, you’re dead wrong.”

My lips quivered and I looked up, meeting his eyes through blurred vision.

“I’m sorry.”

He only shook his head and pulled me into a hug.

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Eddissy:

Found Family

Steve Harrington:

Talking About It part 1/4 -> Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC

Talking About It part 2/4

Talking About It part 3/4

Talking About It part 4/4

Ride or Die -> Steve Harrington x OC

Dean Winchester:

A Winchester’s Daughter 1/? -> Dean Winchester x Daughter!OC (B99 crossover)

A Winchester’s Daughter 2/?

A Winchester’s Daughter 3/?

Demon In Love -> Dean Winchester x OC

Love In The Bureau 1/? -> Dean Winchester x Steve/Peggy Daughter!OC - AU!Agent Dean

Love In The Bureau 2/?

Love In The Bureau 3/?

Love In The Bureau 4/?

Love In The Bureau 5/?

Love In The Bureau 6/?

Two Hunters and A Baby -> Dean Winchester x OC

Can You Picture It? Us? -> Dean Winchester x OC 

Folding Laundry -> Dean Winchester x OC (or fe!reader)

Saying "I Love You" -> Dean Winchester x Fe!reader

Wedding Day Disaster -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC

Childhood Crush -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC(Zoey)

Old Friends, Old Cars and New Love -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC (Peggy)

Fearless Hunter Saved -> Dean Winchester x Fe!Reader

Spencer Reid:

A Life of Shocks and Promises 1/? -> Spencer Reid x Austin

A Life of Shocks and Promises 2/?

New Recruit -> SR x OC

New Neighbour -> SR x OC

Best-Friends In Love -> SR x JJ (Jeid)

Cardigan -> Spencer Reid x Fe!Reader

In A While (part one) -> Spencer Reid x Fe!Reader

For A While (part two) -> Spencer Reid x Fe!Reader (+16)

Castiel Novak:

I'm Yours -> Castiel x Fe!Reader

Solider Boy:

A Soldier in Montana -> Solider Boy x Fe!OC

Beau Arlen:

Dance with me, Darlin’ -> Beau Arlen x Reader

I Can Feel You -> Beau Arlen x Fe!OC (reader if you wish)

Last Minute Customer -> Beau Arlen x Reader

Steve Rogers:

Falling In Fall -> Steve Rogers x OC (female - Noelle Harlow)

Tell Me What We Are -> Steve Rogers x OC (Female - Isla)

Peter Parker:

Christmas Movies and Kisses -> Peter Parker x Fe!OC (Alex)

I’m In Love (With My Best Friend) -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader

The Look Of Terror -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader

A Moment Of Everything -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader

Bruce Wayne/Batman:

Drowning In Love -> Bale!Bruce Wayne x Fe!OC (Althea)

Javier Peña:

Durazno -> Javier Peña x Fe!OC/Reader (Last name; Becker)

Secure -> Javier Peña x Fe!Reader

Kiss In Stitches -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader/OC (Last Name; Jackson)

Blood Washed Away -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader

To Shitty Days and Shitty Families -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader

Din Djarin:

Without Logic, or Reasoning -> Din Djarin x Fe!Reader

Anthony Lockwood:

Wake Me Up (And Hold On To Me) -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon 2 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon 3 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon 4 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Freak Like Them -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader (more found family with all Lockwood and Co)

Message From Iris -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Punch At First Sight -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader 

Joel Miller:

To You -> Joel Miller x Fe!Reader

Written In The Stars -> Joel Miller x Reader (is Fe! but no use of pro-nouns in the fic)

Quiet Crushes -> Joel Miller x Fe!Reader 

Javi Gutierrez:

Cambiando El Mundo -> Javi G x Reader

Clint Barton:

Out Of Depth (But We’ll Be Okay) -> Clint Barton x Fe!Reader (18+)

In Love -> Clint Barton x Fe!Reader (16+)

Oberyn Martell:

Dove -> Oberyn Martell x Fe!Reader

Loki Laufeyson:

Everything Little Thing (Is Magic) -> Loki x Fe!Reader

Detecting Love -> Loki x Fe!Reader

Billy The Kid:

Don’t Waste A Second -> Billy the Kid x Fe!Reader (16+)

Colter Shaw:

One Number Away -> Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader (18+)

Wedding Invitations -> Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader

Wedding Invitations (2) -> Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader

Bloodied Hands -> Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader

Off Limits -> Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader 

Aaron Hotchner:

Tough Day -> Aaron Hotchner x Fe!Reader

First Kick -> Aaron Hotchner x Fe!Reader

Together -> Aaron Hotchner x Fe!Reader

First Name Basis -> Aaron Hotchner x Fe!Reader

Logan Howlett/Wolverine:

Nobody Important -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

Surprise Marriage -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

In Sickness and Health -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

Dreams, A Nightmare and A Kiss -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

Unexpected Surprises -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

Sleeping, Dancing and Mistletoe -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

Busted -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

Daisies and Haircuts -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

A Good Man -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader (18+)

Simple Gestures -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

Slow Dancing and Slow Mornings -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

Let Me Prove It -> Logan/Wolverine x Fe!Reader

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〈 loki 〉 nightmares ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen mistakes were made ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen untrustworthy x reader ✦ rating: teen mistletoe ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen i can't believe you just said that ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen what the avengers think of you dating loki ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen dating loki while being tony's sister would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 peter parker 〉 falling down ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen dating peter parker would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen peter parker asking you to homecoming would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen peter parker crushing on you while being tony's daughter would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen dating peter parker while being tony's daughter would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

✮ criminal minds ✮

〈 spencer reid 〉 in love with forensics and the genius ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen coffee, british accents, and jealousy ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen little gibbs is dating the genius  ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen cuddles ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen golden heart ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen too old for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen it's a boy ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen they probably won't like me ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen charm bracelet ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen

✮ supernatural ✮

〈 sam winchester 〉  welcome to the family ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 dean winchester 〉  what was grandpa like? ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen tell me i'm lying ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen the handgun in the '54 chevy bel air ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 castiel 〉 will be here for you  ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen 〈 jack kline 〉 help me out ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 destiel 〉 unlucky love ✦ character x character ✦ rating: gen

✮ anime ✮

〈 general/no pairing/multiple 〉 opposing sides ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys as your older brother ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who has ezcema ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who is bullied ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who has depression ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys helping with an unaccepting parent ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys comforting their s/o with a rough home life ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 kageyama tobio 〉 ❤ king of the court and queen of the rink ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 sugawara koushi 〉 ❤ on top of the world ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 nishinoya yu 〉 music to my ears ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen always here for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 hinata shouyo 〉 perfection is the ace ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen hinata with an s/o that is slightly taller than him ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

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privileged series [bellamy blake x reader]

*yn* Kane, Marcus Kane’s daughter, and the rest of the delinquents struggle to survive on the ground and in her eyes, Bellamy Blake certainly isn’t helping. Can they overcome their differences to help keep the rest of the 100 alive and will this bring them closer in ways they never expected?

queen of the wild series [robb stark x reader]

*yn* Blackburn is the fierce Queen beyond the Wall, ruling over the kingdom of Vesiros that she helped build from the ground up. With winter approaching, how could the queen refuse an alluring offer from an even more enticing wolf, the King in the North?

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a hunting trip series [dean winchester x reader, damon salvatore x reader]

dean and sam are on the hunt for their father when they're sent the coordinates to a small town. the last thing they expect to find when they arrive is an old childhood friend and a town brimming with vampires. the supernatural x vampire diaries crossover fic of your dreams.

princess of darkness series [eddie munson x reader]

when eddie ends up in the upside down, the last person he expects to be saved by is the editor of the hawkins high paper, captain of the volleyball team, future valedictorian & all round hawkins sweetheart.

friends [damon salvatore x reader]

*yn* and damon are friends. good friends. just friends. nothing more, nothing less. until elena’s eighteenth birthday party and the captain of the waterpolo team comes along, leaving damon wondering how much he really likes that term.

second heir [harwin strong x reader]

tensions in the targaryen family rise when viserra targaryen, the youngest child of queen aemma and king viserys, gives birth to her second son with ser harwin strong. ser criston cole learns that picking on harwin strong’s son is not the smartest decision

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Ao3! Kofi! Request Guidelines!

♡ — Fluff

♧ — Angst

♤ — Nsfw/Smut

◇ — Canon Typical Violence

□ — General, No Warnings

☆ — That special Enemies to Lovers flavoured spice

Last Updated: 21/09/2024

— Fics involving my original characters [oc x canon & oc x oc works]

Resident Evil Village

One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure: Colvyr Covali x Karl Heisenberg — ♡

What's His is Mine and What's Mine is Mine: Colvyr Covali x Alcina Dimitrescu, Colvyr Covali x Karl Heisenberg — □

Alcina's Notes on Colvyr: Features Colvyr Covali, Alcina Dinitrescu and her daughters — □

Kiss on the Forehead: Colvyr Covali x Karl Heisenberg — ♡

Hope: Features Darius Lupan, Ethan Winterd and the Duke — ◇

Far Cry 5

SMFYaM CH1, CH2, CH3, CH4, CH5, CH6: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed — ◇♤♧

Safe & Sound: Features Dove & Pheobe Ash (@/deputyash's oc's), Dean, Caleb, Charmeine & Ace Sinclaire — Single Parent Crossover AU □

The Angels Right Hand: Features Anya Cherkov, Faith Seed, Simon Dallas and Sharky Boshaw — ◇

Unwanted Visitor: Features Jerome Jeffries, Baptist!Dean Sinclaire and Peggies — Reverse Fc5 AU ◇

Misguided: Features the Seeds, the Sinclaires, Herald!James Rook and Marvin Brooks — Reverse Fc5 AU ◇

Not a Diva: Peggie!Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — ♡

A Glimpse: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x the Seeds — ◇♡☆

A Moment of Bliss: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — ♡

Hard Decisions: Baptist!Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — Reverse Fc5 AU ♡☆

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked: Features Marvin Brooks, Deputy Dean Sinclaire, Deputy James Rook, Jess Black, Grace Armstrong, Earl Whitehorse and Peggies — ◇

A Mistake and a Saving Grace: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Joseph Seed, Features Sharky Boshaw — ☆♡♧

Guilty Conscience: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — ◇♡♧

Tired: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Joseph Seed — No Cult AU ♡

Head For Breakfast: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Deputy James Rook — ♤♡ [Consensual Somnophilia, Oral, Barebacking]

Dying Light 2

One Minute More Love One Minute More: Nikolas Reeves x Hakon — ♧

24/03: Nikolas Reeves x Hakon x Lawan — ♡

The Boy From Never and Ever [original fiction]

Scars & Ink: Nym Rosemerry x Eden Noble — ♡

May I?: Nym Rosemerry x Eden Noble — ♡♤ [Blowjob, Face sitting, Barebacking]

Shiptober

Day 1, 2 & 3: Wade Wilson x Dean Sinclaire — ♡♤◇ [Day 3: Praise kink, Butt plug, Oral, Handjob, Doggy Style, Overstimulation]

Day 4, 5 & 6: Heather Lucille Valentine x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♤♡ [Day 4: Thigh Riding, Handcuffs]

Day 7, 8 & 9: John Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Deputy James Rook — ♡♤◇ [Day 9: Thigh Fucking, Masturbating, Oral]

Day 10, 11 & 12: Mary May Fairgrave x Anya Cherkov — ♡

Day 13, 14 & 15: Faith Seed x Piper Vasquez — ♤♡ [Day 13: Dry Humping, Intoxication, Oral]

Day 16, 17 & 18: Karl Heisenberg x Colvyr Covali — ◇♡♧

Day 19: Cooper McCoy x Gabriel Stokes — ♡

Day 20: Rai Anderson x Casper Vasquez — ♡

Day 21: Michael Sinclaire x Alexys — ♡

Day 22, 23 & 24: Faith Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡♤◇ [Day 23: Intoxication, Strap On, Bareback, Public Play]

Day 25, 26 & 27: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡♤◇☆ [Day 25: Public Play, Vibrator, Edging]

Day 28, 29 & 30: Joseph Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡◇☆

Day 31: Audrey Marshall x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡

Underworld

Under The Bleachers: Razahir 'Raze' Khemse x Salvador Hale — ♡

You Shouldn't Have: Razahir 'Raze' Khemse x Salvador Hale — ♡

Valentine, Bryne [original fiction]

The Rain Fell My Love and So Too Did We: Sybil Bryne x Eliad Bryne — ♧◇

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Resident Evil Village

Lunchbreak: Male!Lord!Reader x Karl Heisenberg — ♡

Tearful: Features GN!Reader and The Duke — □

Doll: Features GN!Reader and Salvatore Moreau — □

Dating Karl Heisenberg: GN!Reader x Karl Heisenberg — Headcannons ♡

Far Cry 5

Between the Pages: GN!Reader x John Seed — ♡

You're Important to Me Idiot: Male!Deputy!Reader x Sharky Boshaw — ◇♡

Hope County Residents Dating a Plus-Size, Pre-op Trans Man hc's: M!Reader x John Seed, Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, Faith Seed, Jerome Jeffries, Sharky Boshaw, Mary May Fairgrave, Adelaide Drubman, Grace Armstrong, Eli Palmer — Headcannons ♡♤

Nights Like These: GN!Reader x Jacob Seed — ♡

Through the Pouring Rain: GN!Reader x John Seed — ♡

By The Fire: GN!Reader x Grace Armstrong — ♤ [Oral]

Good Boy: GN!Reader x Sharky Boshaw — ♤ [Praise, Doggy Style]

Intermission: GN!Reader x Nick Rye — ♤ [Public Handjob]

After Hours: GN!Reader x Joey Hudson — ♤ [Fingering, Oral]

You, Me and a Bottle of Whiskey: GN!Reader x Mary May Fairgrave — ♤♡ [Accidental Stimulation]

Caught Up In You: GN!Reader x John Seed — ♤◇☆ [Thigh fucking, Doggy Style, Barebacking, Creampie]

I Always Come Back to You Don't I?: GN!Reader x Eli Palmer — ♡◇

Tongue Tied: M!Reader x Faith Seed— ♡□

Dusk Till Dawn – Part 1: GN!Reader x John Seed — ◇♡

Marvel

Ouroboros — Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: GN!Reader x Wade W. Wilson — ♧◇♡

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Christmas in the Bunker Pt.1: Wanna Build a Snowman?

This fic will fill my Building a Snowman square in @spnchristmasbingo

Warnings: None. Just fluff and a tiny smidge of angst (to make the fluff feel fluffier! 😉)

Summary: It's snowman building time - or is it?

Pairings: (Dean Winchester x Fem!reader), (Sam x Eileen [mentioned]), (OC - MJ - child), (OC - DJ - child [mentioned])

Word Count: 1,549

A/N: So, when I got my SPN Christmas Bingo Card, I had an immediate idea for a little Christmas Series.

If you just want to read each drabble as an individual story, you can for sure do that. But they'll all also be part of a series that takes place over the two weeks leading up to Christmas in the Bunker.

I'm calling them drabbles, but they'll range between 500 and 2500(ish) words, so - drabble/one-shot. I'm gonna try my very best to have them all out by December 25 at the absolute latest.

I hope you enjoy the series and I wanna wish every one of you a very Merry Christmas and the Happiest of Holidays!! 🎄🎅

"Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!"

Dean sat up suddenly, adrenaline pumping immediately, a lifetime of hunter's instincts making him alert and ready as he turned to his four year old daughter standing beside the bed on tiptoes.

"MJ? Baby, what is it?" he asked, smoothing back the honey brown curls that had fallen over her forehead.

MJ was bouncing now on the balls of her feet, her little pink cotton nightgown swaying along with her.

"It's morning and you said when it was morning, you'd be home and we'd go build a snowman, 'member?"

As reality sank in that MJ was just fine and was simply way over excited about going out into the freezing cold, Dean felt his muscles relax. A small groan left his lips. He could sense Y/N waking up beside him, shifting slightly into a more comfortable position.

"No, baby..." he started, but MJ bounced faster.

"Yes, Daddy. 'Member, we were gonna build snowmen but then you had to go and you promised you'd be back this morning and we'd build lots of snowmen then."

Dean was nodding along with her chattering while he rubbed a hand across his scratchy, tired eyes.

"Okay, first of all, sweetheart, I don't recall agreeing to building an army of snowmen. Secondly," Dean said, placing a finger against MJ's cupid bow mouth as she tried to argue, "secondly, it's not morning, baby."

Dean turned her chin to look at the LED numbers on the clock that sat on the nightstand. "Do you know what those numbers mean?"

MJ nodded. "Yep, that's the o'clock."

Dean smiled. "Exactly. And the o'clock says that it's only four in the morning."

MJ's big, round, green eyes got even bigger and Dean realized his mistake.

"I mean...not morning...it's not -"

But MJ was already rocketing around the room, ecstatic. "Yes! Yes! It's morning! Daddy said!" And she bounded out of their bedroom and down the bunker hallway to her bedroom next door.

"No, MJ! No...I didn't..."

Y/N snort-laughed beside him. He turned slowly to glare at her. Y/N beamed back at him, completely unimpressed with his scowl. "Wow, sweetie, that was a rookie move!"

"Ugh!" Dean moaned as he dropped his weary head into his hands. "I just got in two hours ago."

Y/N took pity on him and sat up a little so she could run her hand across the back of his neck, trying to squeeze out some of the kinks.

"I didn't even hear you come in."

She smoothed a hand across her round belly. "This little one had me asleep a half hour after I put MJ down."

Dean smiled at her and kissed her softly, and she moved her hand from the back of his neck over the warm smooth skin of his bare chest, wanting nothing more than to curl up with him and sleep for another ten hours.

But she could hear MJ next door singing the wrong words to Jingle Bells, loudly and off key, so she pulled back.

She ran her palm across Dean's cheek. "How was the hunt?"

Dean didn't respond. He just shook his head and closed his eyes, nuzzling his lips into her palm. She knew what that meant, something had gone wrong, there was someone they couldn't save. She so wished she could take the bad memories away for him.

He leaned forward and wrapped his big hands around the mound of her belly, pressing soft kisses there. "Are you behaving for your Mama, young man?"

Y/N chuckled as she carded her fingers through his short hair. "Young man?"

Dean shrugged and smiled. "Could be."

Y/N shook her head in mock sorrow, cupping Dean's cheek once again. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I'm afraid you're destined to live your life surrounded by women!"

Dean grinned wide as he pushed her gently back on the pillow. "Oh, what a struggle!" he rumbled, pressing his lips to Y/N's neck and then making her squeal by rubbing his scruff against the sensitive skin there.

Suddenly MJ popped her head around the doorframe of their bedroom with her hand over her eyes, censoring herself from watching her parents kissing.

"Ugh, Daddy come on!! The snow might leave!" she urged.

She ran back to her room and Dean sighed and started to push himself up. But Y/N grabbed onto his shoulder. "No, sweetie, don't worry about it. You go back to sleep. I'll go make her breakfast and tell her she'll just have to wait a couple of hours. She'll live."

Dean shook his head. "Ah...no. You sleep." He placed another kiss on her belly before he kissed her lips hard and fast. "You're the one growing the human."

Y/N smiled and shook her head. "No, Dean -" but he cut her off with another, softer kiss.

"It's okay, sweetheart, really." He said when he pulled away. "I'd really like to spend time with MJ and...make her happy, and just...just listen to her laugh." His eyes were happy, but slightly shadowed as he looked at her. "You know?"

Y/N smiled, understanding. "Okay. I'll make some hot chocolate for when you guys come back in."

"Uh uh." Dean scolded as he stood up and pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt. "You sleep."

He grabbed his red and black flannel that had been thrown across a chair and shrugged it on before leaning down and giving her another peck on the lips. "I mean it, I wanna see closed eyeballs and deep breathing from you when we get back."

She returned his mock serious look with a salute. "Yes, Sir! I will definitely not climb out of bed five minutes after you leave."

Dean pushed out his lips and nodded. "So...six minutes?"

"Exactly."

***

Y/N walked up to the small door at the back of the laundry room. To a casual observer it would look like a broom cupboard or a linen closet. But in reality, it was a magically sealed door that led to the most protected outdoor area anywhere in the world.

Behind the bunker was a giant yard, complete with swing set and sand box, both of which were non-operational for the winter. But there was also a six foot by six foot skating rink that Dean had made himself, refusing to let anyone else help, not even Sam.

Rowena and Cas told him they could make it appear in a heartbeat, but he wouldn't hear of it. He wanted to do it for MJ and DJ, Sam and Eileen's son, as a Christmas present, since the holiday was barely two weeks away.

He told the witch and the angel that they'd done more than enough for them with all the magical and angelic warding and protections that kept the yard completely cloaked from outsiders.

Only friends and family had the ability to open the door from the laundry room. All it took was their fingerprint. But unless your fingerprints were magically imprinted in the door, you couldn't get through. A rather ingenious spell that Auntie Ro and Uncle Cas had worked on together to protect their little adopted family.

And to anyone who passed by the old, abandoned building that was the bunker on the outside, the field beyond the building just looked overgrown and wild.

It was a wonderful place for MJ and DJ to get exercise and fresh air in safety.

Y/N stepped through the door now to let Dean and MJ know that the promised, homemade, hot cocoa was ready, marshmallows and all.

She wrapped her giant wool wrap tighter against the brisk winter wind that hit as soon as she stepped outside. She smiled as she saw the small army of snowmen that father and daughter had built over the last hour.

They were both standing by the biggest and tallest snowman out of the bunch and Dean held a giant snowball in his hands. He shook his head.

"I don't know, kiddo. He's so tall, I don't know if I can reach the top to put his head on." Dean reached out, his elbows still tucked to his sides and groaned as he pretended to stretch as far as he could.

"Nope. I don't think I can reach. You'll have to lift me up."

MJ fell into fits of giggles at that image. "No, Daddy!" she said breathlessly. "I can't lift you! You're too big!"

"I don't know." Dean reasoned. "You are pre-tty strong."

But MJ was shaking her head, grinning. "No. You pick me up!"

Dean's jaw dropped. "I never thought of that!" he said in wonderment. "Boy! You are one smart cookie!"

He handed her the giant snowball head and scooped her up to sit on one of his broad shoulders. He clamped her in place with one giant hand at her waist.

MJ stuck the head in place and Dean cheered, running her around while MJ pumped her fists.

"We did it!" she cheered in her high-pitched voice, breathless with the excitement of being so tall and moving so fast.

As Y/N watched she felt her heart grow in her chest just as the little one in her belly somersaulted. She ran her hand down the bump and spoke quietly to them.

"You sure are lucky to have him, sweet pea." She nodded. "We all are."

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Fanfiction & Meta Masterpost

Fanfiction:

Encanto:

Souls Aspiring: Paola Delgado offers to show Bruno the way out of the Encanto. He doesn't take her up on it, but somehow they wind up as penpals anyway. Bruno x OC, In Progress

Twilight:

Inter Vivos: A woman's search for her missing sister leads her to Volterra. Eventual Marcus x OC, In Progress

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Vexation: Will Turner did not get crazy good with a sword by practicing all by his lonesome. Mary Brown gets roped into his nonsense and discovers she rather prefers being a pirate to being a drunk blacksmith’s daughter. Barbossa x OC, In Progress

Supernatural:

Dynamics of an Asteroid: Adam wasn’t the only accident; John Winchester’s only daughter offers Sam shelter when Dean is assumed dead after killing Dick Roman, and then everyone learns what happens to those who assume. Eventual Balthazar x OC if the characters behave. In Progress (erratic updates)

Complex: Sam Winchester botches a summoning ritual and reverse French Mistakes a gal. Sam x OC fix-it fic, 170k, complete

Rewrite: A fan falls into the Supernatural universe, hightails it away from the Winchesters, and attempts to undo everything after Season 5 with the help of Metatron. Yes, Metatron. Metatron x OC, 44k, complete

Never Learn: God dumps Lucifer with a babysitter before he runs off to reconnect with his sister. Mary Poppins decides God can shove it and shacks up with the devil in a cabin in the woods. Lucifer x OC, 24k, complete

Dead Body Moving: Sam accidentally turns a cancer patient into a vampire, who proceeds to drink Crowley’s blood and become the Winchesters’ Mom Friend. Crowley x OC, 130k, complete

No Heaven or Hell: Angsty alternate ending to Dead Body Moving featuring Benny Lafitte. 7k, complete

Trivia: The Goddess of the crossroads ponders the upstart little stain who’s declared himself King. Crowley x Goddess, 2k, complete

Cookie For Your Soul: semi-autobiographical bisexual threesome Crowley smut. Crowley x OC, 5k, complete

Of Use: Rowena has a fling with a white witch, who thought she had no illusions and is ultimately proven wrong. Rowena x OC, 2k, complete

Sherlock: 

Madness: Moriarty met another Doctor Watson during his time at Barts. Sherlock is convinced this is very important. Jim thinks this is fucking hilarious. Moriarty x OC, 56k, complete

Yu Yu Hakusho: 

Nana: When Dr. Ichigaki can’t get his hands on Yusuke Urameshi, he decides the boy’s cousin is the next best thing. Ren Nakano has a Bad Time. Kurama x OC, 100k, On Hiatus

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Learning to Fall: A risk-averse ex-SHIELD agent gets roped into swing dancing with the Winter Soldier, which she finds marginally preferable to Natasha Romanoff trying to push her down a flight of stairs. Bucky x OC, 10k, On Hiatus this one’s probably abandoned tbh the MCU just doesn’t excite me

Meta:

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Will Turner is Not Smart

Will Turner is Not Smart: Dead Man’s Chest Edition

Will Turner is Not Smart: At World’s End Edition

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Oh, man, I have been staring at this on and off all day. First off: thank you. I know I haven’t posted anything in like a month or something, so that someone remembers I write fics, it means a lot.

Secondly, I decided to challenge myself and branch out from just my Supernatural masterlist, but they all had to be complete. Since I am notorious for leaving things in limbo.

So, without further ado...

The One After Her (Spencer Reid x F!reader) Criminal Minds

Reader is a writer trope, case fic, angsty. A relationship in pieces, varying points of view.

(W)hole (Steve Rogers x F!reader) MCU

My only Marvel OS. Mutual pining, injury, mild smut. Romantical.

Through The Years (Sam x F!reader, Dean x F!reader) SPN

Soulmate AND reincarnation au all wrapped up into one! It is also a season 8 fix it fic. I reread this one myself sometimes. Lots of deaths, but lots of love and triumphs too. Also some of my favorite mini-Winchesters OCs. Did I mention Cas is telling it as a bedtime story?

The Crumbling Difference Between Wrong and Right

(Sam x F!reader) SPN

Sam looks back over their time together only to find more questions than answers. Grief, character death, mental illness, assumed suicidal recklessness, smut adjacent, show level violence, letting go. Flashbacks in italics.

The Banished Winchester: Death Misterm’d

(Dean and Emma Winchester, Benny) SPN

Dean’s Amazonian daughter finds him in Purgatory. Emma learns how to let go, but not forget.

and last, but this was in random order anyway:

Heard, Seen, Believed (Dean x F!reader) SPN

After a messy witch hunt, you call your roommate desperate for some help with the aftermath. Everything changes between you. Fuck or Die, friends to lovers speedrun.

xoxo