#dean x plantonic!reader

[jaremish]

I Want Him Gone - Part 3

Pairing: Sam x teen!reader, Dean x teen!Reader (both platonic)

Warnings: Nothing really, fluff?

Word Count: 1260

Summary: You were kidnapped at the age of 14, having your parents killed right in front of you by a demon. Tortured almost daily for two years, you luckily escape only to run into the Winchesters. They quickly help you, not only physically but also mentally, taking you in almost as a little sister. Though there’s something crawling under your skin… revenge.

A/N: My god, I’m sorry this took so long to write. I had a mini writer's block (which is why i wrote those imagines) and couldn’t think of anything to write tbh. Well here it finally is! Feedback is GOLD. Happy reading y’all!

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You woke up a few hours later, still leaning against Sam. You kept your eyes closed, savouring the feeling of Sam stroking your hair. Your mother used to do this whenever you had a nightmare and you missed it so much.

Your mother was your rock. As a young teenager you go through a lot and your mother was always there helping you. Your 14 year old self would always argue against your parents, always overreacting at everything. It’s something you have to go through, being in the state between being a grown up and a kid can be confusing.

You missed your parents so much. The thought of them made you clench the fabric of Sam’s flannel in your hands. Your leg was still hurting, but you ignored it.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice broke through the silence in the room

“You awake?” You nodded your head to answer him.

No matter how much you hated yourself for doing it, you started to trust Sam. It was against every single rule that you had put up, and you hoped to never regret this. He was that kind of person who constantly had this calming and trusting area.

“Yeah...” You mumbled out, being the first thing to say in a few weeks. The words felt wrong coming from you, almost a little too weak.

You immediately regretted saying something. You broke a rule. One of the most important rules you had to follow. Sam tensed under you and you quickly clenched your eyes shut. Your whole body tensed as well, waiting for Sam’s outrage on how you broke the rule.

Sam didn’t move for what felt as an infinity, but he started to relax, and you got confused. Where’s the punishment? You opened your eyes slowly, wanting to see what was going on. You didn’t dare to look up at Sam though, you were scared of what you might see.

“That’s, uh, that’s good. You hurting anywhere? We got you some painkillers if you need them.” He said after a while.

His voice was calm and collected, almost as if he didn’t want you to know what he was feeling. Was he angry? Sad? Or shooked..?

“My l-leg.” You didn’t know what had gotten to you, but you actually talked. Your voice cracked a little as you spoke and you cringed at the sound of your voice.

“Okay, yeah, let me just-” he didn’t finish the sentence as he gently gripped your waist in his hands and carefully lifted you up only to put you down a second later further away from him.

Stunned you just stared up at Sam as he got of the bed with wide eyes. You were not prepared for that, but somehow you didn’t freak out considering how jumpy you were.

He gave you a small smile as he made himself over to the nightstand where a glass of, what you assumed to be water, and some pills stood. He grabbed both of the items and handed them to you.

You looked down nervously at you hand where the painkillers were and you wondered if it��d be a good idea to take drugs that could be literally anything. Looking up at Sam again, he gave you a small nod, wanting you to take them.

The pills went down your throat smoothly by the cold water, and you drank the whole thing in one go before you handed it back to Sam. He placed it at the nightstand before crouching down before you.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened before you got here?” Sam asked carefully, looking directly in to your eyes.

You froze immediately and you eyes darted around the room, trying to awaid the hazel ones belonging to Sam. Your shaking hands clenched and unclenched in your lap and you shook your head a “no” at Sam.

Sam released a sigh as he stood up and reached out his hand towards you. You flinched right away and he lowered his hand a little, trying not to frighten you.

“Come on, let’s go to the kitchen and get something to eat, yeah?”

You weren't sure why you agreed to it, but you left the room with your hand in his as he led you through the corridors. It was difficult to keep up on how many turns you made and when you got to the kitchen you were unsure if it was 5, or 7 turns to get here.

As you looked up you saw the other man, Dean, sit a the table eating a lot of bacon and some scrambled eggs. He looked up as the two of you entered the room with a look of surprise.

Dean mainly looked at Sam though, and sent him a quick nod. Sam gently pushed you towards the table and you looked up at him with an unsure look.

“Go on, you can sit at the table while I make something for you.” He said with a small smile.

With a short nod you turned towards the table and made your way over to the chair opposite of Dean. You grasped the fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing in your fists. Your hands where shaking really bad and you were trying to make them stop.

The room was cold. Like really cold. Not only where your hands shaking but your whole body was shaking, trying to keep the little warmth that it had inside of you.

You jumped as someone placed their hand on your shoulder. Looking up you saw Dean with his flanned he had previously worn in his hands. He wrapped it around you and smiled down at your tiny form.

“It’s a little cold in here. We’ll get you some nice fitted clothes for your after breakfast.” With that he turned around and sat in his own chair again.

A little while later Sam returns to the table with two plates in his hands, placing one right in front of you. It was the same thing Dean had on his plate and you watched as they both happily started to eat.

Picking up the fork you took a few bites out of the eggs and the bacon, not really feeling that hungry. They were done within minutes and looked up at you. Not liking the attention you quickly stared down at your plate.

“Not feeling hungry?” Sam asked.

Shaking your head briefly he grasped your plate and brought all three of them to the kitchen counter. The loud noise of the dishes made you jump a little.

“You wanna take a shower? We’ll get you some clean clothes to put on afterwards.” Sam said as he walked over to you.

The thought of a shower brought a little smile to your lips. You hadn’t had a shower in forever and you craved the feeling of hot water and feeling clean. When you nodded your head quickly to Sam he let out a chuckle.

After a “Come on, this way.” from Sam, you followed him yet again in the corridors. He led you to the showers and left after telling you that your clothes would be right outside.

As you walked in you found the towell and the shampoo where Sam described and quickly stripped down to take your shower. As the warm water hit your body you let out a big happy sigh. It had probably been 15 minutes with you just standing under the spray of the water before you eventually got the shampoo.

Maybe this was too nice to be true.

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Your Love is a Bad Medicine

Dean Winchester x Sister! reader

Song: Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi

Warning: Separation anxiety

Description: Dean and his little sister are on their way to get Sam from college.  Dean has to go somewhere, and the youngest Winchester is left in the room by herself. Her anxiety begins to act up while she waits for her brother to come back.

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          (Y/n) tapped her foot anxiously against the dirty red carpet of the motel room. She sat in the green chair by the window, glancing through the blinds, into the parking lot.

         The sun had gone down a while ago so the only illumination she had were the few door lights that actually worked. (Y/n) bit into her bottom lip, gnawing at the bruised skin as her anxiety peaked a bit more. The small box TV sitting on the dresser played in the background. Static flickered every now and again due to the bad quality of the motel. The young girl turned it on to distract herself from the road but the worry for her brother grew and grew over the night.

         Dean had left hours before sunset and had not come back since. She knew he could handle himself but the worry that something bad could happen inundated through her mind, nonetheless. Slipping her fingers through to push the blinds open, she felt tears forming in her eyes when she still didn’t see the Impala turning into the motel.

         (Y/n)’s throat began to clog up as she tried to stop from letting out a cry. She then glanced at her phone that was charging on the bed. Almost too quickly, she threw herself across and pulled the cell harshly off the plug. She instantly went into her contacts, her shaking finger hovering over Dean’s name. She pressed down, listening to the repeating ring coming from the phone.

         However, the instant feeling of guilt spread through her. (Y/n) immediately went back to the home screen and sighed. She wouldn’t want to bother him because of her worries, especially if he was working. A few stray tears dropped, and she lies her head back on the flat pillows.

         “Maybe listening to music will help,” the girl whimpered, turning the screen on and pressing the downloads she had. A smile reached her quivering lips as she saw the name of a song her and Dean like to sing together. She began to softly play it on her phone speaker. The beginning music resonated, causing her smile to widen.

 Your love is like a bad medicine

 Bad medicine is what I need

 Whoa oh oh

 Shake it up like a bad medicine

 There ain’t no doctor that can cure my disease

           (Y/n) turns it up as old memories began to resurface. She lifts herself, resting her elbows on the top of her knees. Leaving her phone in her lap, she reposed her head and closes her eyes, humming softly to the music.

 I ain’t got a fever, got a permanent disease

 And it’ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy

 I got lots of money but it isn’t what I need

 Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison outta me

 And I got all the symptoms, count ‘em, one, two, three

          Suddenly, the door opens with an obnoxious voice singing along with the chorus. “Your love is like a bad medicine! Bad medicine is what I need!”

          (Y/n) jumps from her spot and instantly turns off the song that was playing. Her eyes were wide with fright and her fingers twitched at her side.

         Dean stood in front of the door, a few bags in hand. His brows furrow with confusion as he notices his little sister’s current state. He places the bags on the table that was beside the dresser, turning to (Y/n) with new concern. “What’s wrong, ankle-bitter?”

          “N-nothing! I just wasn’t expecting you to barge through like that,” (Y/n) replies, mentally cursing for her nervous habits.

         Dean gave his famous smirk, pulling his jacket off his shoulders. “Well, I thought you would be asleep until I heard music blaring. I guess we were both surprised.”

         “Y-yeah.” (Y/n) simply replies as she got up on the bed again and watched Dean go into the bathroom to change.

         After a few minutes, he comes out, plopping himself on the bed. “So, what have you been up to?” Dean asks, leaning himself on the headboard.

         “Not much...” (Y/n) mumbled out with a shrug.

         “(Y/n), is everything alright?” Another shrug was all he got. “Look at me.”

          She felt stupid. He was right here but she felt tears swarming again. Why was she so scared?

         “It’s nothing,” she said after a few breaths to calm herself.

         “Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Dean grumbles. He straightens himself to a sitting position, all humor gone from his eyes. “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind-- is it about Dad?”

         “No! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m worried about his safety but that’s not it.” (Y/n) replied quickly.

         “So, something is bothering you?”

         The youngest Winchester sighs with irritation. She hates it when Dean does this. He knows just what to say and he will press on until she confesses.

        “I was worried about you, that’s all.”

         “Why? I was only out for a couple of hours,” Dean questions.

         “I-I know... doesn’t mean something bad couldn’t happen within those nine hours,” (Y/n) mutters in embarrassment.

         “You were counting time... is that why you called? I was going to answer but you hung up before I could.”  

         “Sorry.”

         “Don’t be sorry. You get nervous, I get it,” Dean trivializes, “but hey, we’re both here.”

         “Yeah,” (Y/n) agreed, smiling slightly at him.

         “Get some sleep. We gotta a good drive tomorrow,” Dean said, smiling in return.

         (Y/n) nodded, situating herself to a laying position on the bed. She felt Dean shift too, resting on his back. “Hey Dean...” she asks, while closing her eyes.

         “Yeah?”

         “Do you think Sam will be glad to see us?”

         “I don’t know... I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Sleeping would help pass the time.”

         “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight.”

         “Night (Y/n).”

    Your love is like a bad Medicine

 Bad medicine is what I need

 Whoa oh oh

 Shake it up like a bad medicine

 You got the potion that can cure my disease

[tayrae515imagines]

I Loved, I Lost, I Got You Back

Requested: Nope!

Warnings: mentions of violence, depression and strong sadness, slight anger, curse words, blood, Dean Winchester’s tears. The feels. Fluff.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem! Reader,  Sam Winchester x reader (platonic)

Summary: Y/N was a hunter. With sharp skills and quick reflexes, she took on her enemies head first and had no hesitation to stop killing the things that go bump in the night. But when it came to love or feelings of any kind, she’d rather book it and run before things get to serious. If you didn’t have anything to love than you didn't have anything to lose, that was her philosophy anyway. Until she means the infamous Winchester brothers.

Authors note: Hope you like it! I was feeling angsty. (not edited)

Y/N was a hunter. 

With sharp skills and quick reflexes, she took on her enemies head first and had no hesitation to stop killing the things that go bump in the night. She spent her life closed off to many, scared that in her line of work you could lose the things you love to fast. For her it was track, hunt, kill, repeat. 

No hesitation, no distractions, no love...because loving something meant you had something to lose.

When she met Dean and Sam her life did a 360 and they showed her love. With Sam like her brother and Dean the one her heart belongs to, she was always afraid to lose them. Her mind was constantly plagued with the idea that something or someone was going to take them away from her, and so the girl that was once headstrong and confident, folded like a piece of paper and let the fear consume her. 

It wasn’t long into their relationships when this fear and doubt pushed her to far. It was just like any other day, except it wasn’t. Today was when the fear completely consumed Y/N and pushed her to leave. With a small note written in light grey strokes of the small pencil she had found, she left. Before the boys had even woken up or moved a muscle she had tiptoed out of the queen bed, careful not to wake Dean and grabbed her belongs, all before starting off on her own track. 

It was only an hour later when the green eyed male woke up and reached out for his beloved only to find the bed empty. With a stretch and a yawn, Dean made his dissent to the small desk where the note laid, perfectly centered, the white of the paper shown like the sun against the dark wood desk. 

Dean felt his heart clench as he lifted the paper to his eye line with shaky hands. With a deep breath, he proceeded to read the words his love left for him and his brother.

‘Hey Sam. Dean. I guess the idea of leaving a note and running off in the middle of the night seems kinda cliche. I never thought I’d be this type of girl, I never thought...I never imagined I would fall in love as deeply as I have with you Dean. Or feel like a family with someone as much as I have with you Sam. Both of you held me close to your hearts and I know I can never apologize for this. There just aren’t any words. I want you both to know I loved you, I mean really loved you. Hell, I love you. Not past tense. I love you both and the thought of losing either of you...I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. I’m a coward. It’s true. I’m leaving because I’m terrified of losing either of you. Sam, your so special, so kind and loving. You made me feel like I belonged, like I had a family. I’ve never had siblings but you had always felt like my brother. I know you've had your share of loss and pain after your mom...after Jess. But you can’t let that pain control you. Date again! Find the one who makes your heart skip a beat and your brain turn to mush as Dean makes mine. Don’t give up on love. Dean. My sarcastic, cocky, lovable, not to forget, hot Dean. I know that when you read this you’ll want to close yourself off, I know that you will blame yourself and get angry. I understand but please don’t give up. Just like Sam move on. Find another girl. I love you, more than I have ever loved anyone or anything. You made me laugh and smile even on my darkest days. You always put me first and now it’s time to return the favor. Your both so much better off without me. I’m sorry. So sorry. Don’t try and find me, go back to the hunt and forget about me even though I’ll never forget either of you. -Y/N’

Her delicate hand written words, swirled around his groggy mind. Had he been dreaming? Is this really happening? For the fist time in a long time, since his mom, his dad. Dean felt his heart break. He felt everything good he had built come falling down around him and a cold metal sheet covering his heart. How could she? Dean let the anger he was feeling cover his broken heart as he walked to the small bathroom. 

The only sound to be heard around the motel room was the sound of breaking glass as Dean slammed his fist into the mirror, hating even looking at his refection because Y/N was right. He did blame himself. How could he not? If he had treated her better maybe she would have stayed. Maybe she wouldn't have been so afraid. Or so he told himself. 

“Dude? What the hell?”

The sound of Sams now alert voice rang through the room as blood dripped from Deans knuckles. Without a word Dean handed Sam the note and walked back to the bed to patch up his hand. He couldn’t even feel pain as he pulled glass shards out of his bloody knuckles. All the pain stayed in his fractured heart. 

Once he cleaned up his hand he walked back to Sam, who was sitting on the toilet seat rereading the note in disbelief. His shaky hands ran through his long mane of hair as he tried to process what she had written. With a deep breath Sam stood pocketing the note. 

“We need to find her.”

“You read the note Sam. She left us, she doesn't want to be found.” 

“Don’t do this Dean.”

“Do what?”

“Shut yourself off, hide your feelings with anger just like she said you would.”

With Sams words Dean broke down. Sobs left his large body as he slid down the cream colored wall and to the tile floor. He shook as the tears left his eyes, and hiccuped out words. 

“I need her Sammy. I need her.”

Sam had tears of his own in his dark eyes as he sat next to Dean, trying to let him know he was there for him.

“I..need...her.”

Deans words where soft and shaky. They barley come out through the chocked sobs. He tried to clam down, he tried to seem strong but the more he tried, the worse the sobs got. Dean knew lose. He knew what it was like for ones you love to die and he knew the pain that came with it. But this. This was all new. Y/N didn’t die. She left. She chose to leave him where his parents didn’t. Dean had never been left before. 

Hours passed as the sobs leaving Dean died down. He stayed put on the title floor to drained to stand up. He wanted to find her, he truly did but he didn’t know where to start. He didn’t know what to say to her if he found her. Sam had left minutes ago to get Dean and himself something to eat, leaving Dean alone in his thoughts.

A subtle knock came from the metal motel room door causing Dean to get up from his spot on the ground. Figuring Sam had forgot his key, Dean opened the heavy door and stepped aside to let him in. Only it wasn’t Sam at the door and when Dean looked up from the ground he had to do a double take to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

“Y/N..?”

Y/N stood in the door shivering slightly form the cold draft in the air, tears ran out of her (y/e/c) eyes and her cheeks and nose were tinted red. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Dean.”

Sobs left her body like they had Deans earlier and without a second thought Dean pulled her into the warm motel room and closed the door blocking out the cold winter air. 

For a moment they both stayed silent, avoiding eye contact and standing a few feet away form each other until Dean broke the distance and pulled the small girl into his large arms. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The words left her mouth softly but quickly as her sobs quickened at the feeling of Deans arms around her. She was so sure that morning was going to be the last time touching him or seeing him but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stay away. She couldn’t leave her family. 

Dean pet her hair and held her silently until her sobs died down. Y/N pulled back slightly so she could look at him, once she saw those green eyes she knew she was home. She knew all the fear was worth it if she got to see his eyes, feel his body, and have his heart. She realized once she left what she almost lost. 

“Do you know what it feels like for the girl you love to tell you she’s not good enough for you? Do you understand how you almost killed me?”

“I’m so sorry Dean. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought it would be easier on both of us. Once I left I knew I was wrong, I knew I fucked up. I hope I’m not to late. I love you Dean Winchester.”

Dean smiled brightly, a true smile. All your problems seemed to melt away as he pet your hair with one hand and cupped your chin with another.

“Never leave me again.”

“Never.”

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

And with that his lips touched yours softly but there was passion and love behind it. Familiar spark ignited throughout your body and you felt at home. You felt wanted and loved. Dean’s hands moved to your back and pulled you closer to him, needed to feel you. Needing to know you were real. 

“I guess I should have gotten more fries.”

Sam’s voice rang through your ears and you pulled away from Dean, tears still in your eyes. Only this time they were happy tears. A small laugh left your lips and you turned to the other Winchester boy while Deans arms wrapped around your waist.

“Welcome home Y/N.”

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All My works 🧍🤓

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So this is just a list of all the stories/oneshots I have finished or are still working on! I will refrain from making any more until I finish the ones I've got. So they can all actually get out. 💀👌

(Also capital X = romantic relationship & lower case x = plantonic relationship)

-Currently Working on-

-Heaven Lost an Angel (Obi-wan X reader) Discontinued until further notice

-Rainy Day (Hunter X Reader)

-??? (RoTB (I guessed) Mirage X Male Reader) Request

-Finished Working On-

🌌 Star Wars 🌌

Jedi/Sith

-All Things Considered (Luke Skywalker x Reader) Request

Clones

-My Plan (Hunter X Reader) Request

-Memorial Masterlist (Clones Deaths)

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-Code name: TANGO (Rex X Reader X Fives)

-Not so Accidental (Tech x Reader)

-So Warm (Tbb Echo X Reader)

Other

Nothing yet...

💥 Transformers 💥

Prime🏜️

-Always Have been Clumsy (Ratchet X reader)

-Missing Something (Cliffjumper X reader)

-Replacement Colomn (Ultra Magnus X Reader) Request

Bayverse🌎

Nothing yet...

Cyberverse🛡️

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IDW 🪐

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Beast Wars 🏞️

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Rise of the Beasts 🏕️

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War for Cybertron 🌀

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👔 Criminal Minds 👔

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🌋 Pacific Rim 🌋

-That Dream Again (Chuck X Reader) Request

🌄 Red Dead Redemption 2 🌄

Nothing yet...

🐀🐢 TMNT 🐢🐀

Rise 2018-2022

Nothing yet...

Rise 2012-2017

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📜🔦 SuperNatural 🔦📜

-Demon (Dean X Reader)

🥪🕊️ Team Fortress 2 🕊️🥪

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🗡️ Kingsman 🗡️

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🪶 Assassin's Creed 🪶

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😵‍💫 Marvel 😵‍💫

Spider People 🕸️

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The Avengers 🦾

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Other 🌃

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💙 Detroit: Become Human 💙

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🍷 Stardew Valley 🍷

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📦🧩 Miscellaneous 👾📦

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Charlie Bradbury: Lovers of the night

Pride Collection 2021 June 15th

Pairing: LARPing!Queen!Charlie x LARPing!Princess!Fem!Reader, Dean x Plantonic!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut, alone time, LARPing, pet names( baby, kitten)

Summary: Meeting through LARPing you fall deeply for the Queen of Moondoor. That night was the most whimsical and adventurous night of your life

Word Count: 1.5k

A/n- Lesbian, @firefly-graphics for dividers.

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The first time that I visited Moondoor was when a case leads Dean and me to Charlie or more the people in her group. We ended killing the monster, and of course, Dean let his guard down and let himself have fun.

Years later here I am, standing next to Dean. He's been telling me that we were coming back here, but I didn't believe him. He was saying 'We both need to let loose. We can go back to Moondoor, see if Charlie needs a few extra people. Seriously Y/n you can"t argue with me here." He said demanding that we were going. So here we are, standing in a very informal dressing.

I should rephrase that, more like everyone around us was staring. We weren't wearing clothes or leather, but instead our bold flannel. "Charlie," Dean said pulling me from my wandering eyes.

"You remember my friend Y/n? Dean asked as Charlie got closer. She hummed and her gaze left Dean, and it was now on me. Her eyes started at the top of my head near my face. Then down my arms, stopping for a moment at my chest. Dean cleared his throat and continued to talk.

"So. You got a few extra outfits? You know for us to use." Dean asked. the award tension starting to grow between the three of us. Ignoring it, Charlie nodded her head in the direction she was walking.

As we walked behind Charlie many people around us bows down to her. She smiles, and I swear a part of me at the bottom of my stomach tingles but I ignore the feeling.

We finally make it to her tent, a mirror was standing up against a beam, a bed, and a map table. It was a beautiful space. "You called ahead remember Dean, so you sir Dean will be a knight in waiting, and you' she said pointing at me.

'You'll be a princess. I didn't know your size but figured that this would fit." She said softly as she grabbed the dress and draped it over the bed.

Dean got dressed and then I got dressed, our 'outside' clothes were folded and put into a pile on the map table. "Umm Dean, can you help me with this corset? I can for the life of me get it tight enough?" I said trying to tie it from behind.

When I turned, after not getting a response, I was met with green eyes, but not Deans eyes. Charlie's bright green eyes cascading down my frame. "Dean left so go more clearly check out the grounds," Charlie said.

With a questioning look on Charlie's face.

"Do you still need help, Y/n?" She asked. I hummed and turned around, the breathe that I didn't realize I was holding released. Her fingers grazing over my back. Finally, she tightens the corset.

I follow her out of the tent, and search for Dean, he waves us over to the smaller tent he's at. He's looking at the swords, knives, and other items they have. He's very much a child at this moment, so I let myself fall a little.

If he's comfortable then I might as well be. He turns and looks at both of us a boyish grin on his face. "Wow, Y/n you look like a princess," Dean says moving around me to get a full look at my dress.

It's green with crystals, long sleeves hiding my arms, and hands, with a black corset set under my breasts. Charlie clears her throat and speaks to Dean.

"So, over there' she points into a direction of an empty field. ' Is where you can have battles, and mini fights with some other knights." Dean starts to smile, his eyes moving from Charlie to the field. Charlie grins and lets Dean pass her.

He runs into the empty field. "Now that we're alone. Is there anything you'd like to do?" Charlie asks me. I sigh and say "I guess we are, what do you suggest we do Queen of Moondoor?"

She smirks, takes my hand in hers. Dragging me back to her tent. "I've got a few ideas." She says as she sits me down on her bed. Her lips graze over mine, I can smell her perfume. She smells like roses, but with an odd mix of leather. It's bringing me into a daze, my heads spinning as her lips finally touch mine.

I give in to her soft lips, and we battle for dominance. Her tongue invades my mouth and I moan into the kiss. Her hands go into my pinned-up hair, and she tugs just enough to have my neck fall back. Pulling her lips from mine and kissing down my jawline.

She just sucks slightly on my skin, kissing and licking at the hickeys she's leaving behind. Charlie's fingers tug down one shoulder kissing my skin, "I've been wanting to do this I saw you." She murmurs into my skin it leaves goosebumps in its wake, as her other hand pulls at the ribbons keeping me in the corset.

"God, you're beautiful." She says as she pulls the corset from my frame. I clear my throat, "What, baby?" She says with a raised eyebrow, I scan her body and let my hands drop to her hips, she wearing a thicker dress but I can still feel her body under it all.

She rests her hand's on top of mine. "Use your words, baby." I look up at her, in her green eyes, and whimper "I want to see your body." she squeezes my hands and steps back. She slips her cap off that's been hiding her shoulders.

I try to hold back a moan, but I can't. She laughs and smirks as she comes back to me, she pushes me back. She climbs up my frame and sits in my lap, her face is so close to mine.

I can smell her perfume even more now. It hits me in the morning when I wake next to a warm body, I can still smell the night's air in the tent. It's warm between the sheets, as I notice that I'm not anywhere I know of.

I move a little in the bed and wake up Charlie next to me. She is even more beautiful to look at now. Her hair is in a different direction, her cheeks are rosy and she stretches which causes the sheets we have over us to fall over her breasts.

Last night seems like a dream, like something that I never expected to happen, but in every way it has. She looks over at me and smiles bringing her hand up against my cheek. "How'd you sleep kitten?" She says brushing her thumb on my cheekbone, I lean into her touch.

Smiling "That's definitely something I won't be forgetting." I whisper out, loving the silence between us, and the little movements. As I move I notice the aching between my legs, "Holy shit, Charlie," I say finishing through with my movement.

"Oh, I told you last night to be good. And that's right there is for not being good." Charlie said wiggling her eyebrows at me before wrapping her arms around my naked body.

before I know it the tent opens and Dean's standing there, "So, what's the plan for today? Also, have you seen?" He says stopping as he notices I'm already here.

"Oh, Oh shit!" He says jumping up and down. He's covered his mouth and looks like he's about to explode. "Dean, Could you give me and Y/n a moment here?" She askes Dean shakes his head and jumps to get outside of the tent.

"Well, he seems more excited than normal." She says climbing out of the bed, and over to the trunk holding other pieces of clothing. Charlie is so confident as she leans down and grabs to dresses.

I watch and smile to myself, as I get out of bed. The sheet wrapped around my frame. "He does, doesn't he," I say as I sit down next to her. "Since I would like you to stay, what do you say you become my princess huh? You'd like wouldn't you kitten." She says whispering the last bit into my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

"I can be a princess. If you want my queen." I sass back. She pulls out a blue dress and another red dress for herself. She winks as she backs away and pulls the sheet off my body and pulls the blue dress over me.

"You look beautiful, but much sexier without clothes on." She murmurs as she kisses my lips, before putting her dress on. I only smile and notice just how comfortable I really am right now. Maybe it's because I'm with her, or maybe because I've finally let myself fall.

Completed on: 06/14/2021

Posted on: 06/15/2021

[sleepywriter84]

•wait so here’s a list of people i’m gonna write for, pls send me x reader requests for any of them

•also if you’ve sent a request i’m working on it right now, i have 2 in my inbox but i’m feeling very creative and inspired right now, so i’m probably gonna write a ton

•and i’m sorry if you’re waiting for my quarantine story with Andrew Siwicki, i honestly don’t enjoy writing it anymore but maybe in the future i can revisit it

*i will NOT write nsfw stuff, not everything has to be romantic it can be plantonic, i will write comfort stuff if you’d like, if you want a ship i will see if i can write it but my specialty is in x reader*

*list of people i’ll write for*

-Jon Cozart

-Andrew Siwicki

-Katsuki Bakugou

-Klein from Sword Art Online

-Shota Aizawa

-Bucky Barnes

-Sam Winchester

-Dean Winchester

-Castiel

-Ian Lightfoot

-Ethan Nestor

-Roy Mustang

-Dreamwastaken (i edited him in because i just joined the fandom 😊)

-Sapnap (yes another edit to the list lmao)

[frejahertziswritingthistime]

Catch your breath part 2

Pairings: Jensen x reader, Jared x Plantonic!Reader, Misha x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

 You just started your new job as an actress on “Supernatural”, playing a love-interest to Dean, and you get a little… Tingly, when you think about Jensen. So does Jensen when he thinks about you.

Missing something?

Part 1

I LOVE Daneel and Jensen and their beautiful marriage, but for the sake of this fic, Jensen is single – I don’t mean any harm to their family or their love!

  You were currently working on downing your third beer – you weren’t exactly a lightweight, but your head was buzzing a little, making you a little more brazen than normally. Jared and Jensen laughed hard, drying the tears from laughter, and looked at you. “Are you serious? Jesus, I thought you had taste!” Jared giggled – a weird sound, coming from such a huge man – and snorted. “What!? I needed a job, and I thought it would be fun… I didn’t expect it to… You know, have actual gremlins in it.” You huffed. You had spent most of the evening recounting your previous work, and they boys had gone into hysterics, when you told them about the horror-movie you had starred in. “No, seriously, that’s amazing. I’m going to find a copy of that.” Jensen laughed. “Yeah, yeah, keep laughing, soap-opera-boy.” You said disgruntled. Truthfully, you loved the teasing. You felt so welcome, like they adopted you into the family, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Okay, shots and new beers.” Jared said with finality, standing up, moving to the bar. You and Jensen sat in silence for a heartbeat. “So, Y/N, how was the first day?” You opened your mouth, but he stopped you with a hand in the air. “Wait, I already know – it was a mind-blowing amazing experience, ‘cause you got to kiss me.” He laughed and winked. You grinned back. “Well, yeah. I mean, the kiss was okay, I guess.” He looked mock-hurt, slapping a huge hand on his chest. “You wound me, Y/N.” You laughed. “Sorry. No, honestly? It’s been pretty cool. I’m really happy about everything, and this is fun.” You gestured around to the bar, and Jared plonked down, shots on a tray and three beers in his hand. “Let’s do this. To Y/N, hopefully you’ll be around for a while” he winked at Jensen, who blushed slightly “and welcome to the family!” He lifted a shot-glass full of amber liquid in the air, and you followed suit, downing the shot. “Ick. What the hell is that?” You said, coughing slightly. “That – that is a secret.” Jared said, a hiccup intercepting his sentence.

 You spent several hours at the bar, getting thoroughly sloshed along with the boys. You glanced down at your phone and gasped at the time. “SHIT! Fuck.” You groaned. Jensen cocked an eyebrow at you, silently asking. “Fuck, I have to sleep in my trailer, I guess. I’m normal on the bus, and the last one drove two hours ago.” You huffed, finding your latest conversation with your best friend.

Hey, Y/F/N, I’m not coming home tonight – missed the bus. See ya tomorrow, sleep tight!” As you pressed send, you looked up – suddenly realizing you had missed a silent conversation between the boys, as Jared smirked at Jensen.

“Well, sleep well, Y/N. I’m going to go home and hopefully avoid a hangover tomorrow.” He said, standing up – albeit a little wobbly – and laid a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. “See ya tomorrow, Y/N.” He winked at you and left. You looked at Jensen. He seemed to contemplate something. “What?” You asked. “what?” He answered back, a smile tugging at his lips. “You look like you’re plotting something, Jens.” He guffawed. “Well, nothing goes past you, huh?” He stretched. “Listen, the trailer’s not really comfortable sleeping in. sorry, but it’s friggin’ cold, and there’s not a comfortable space to sleep. So, I was thinking…” He hesitated before continuing. “Maybe you could sleep at my place?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “No shady business, promise! I’ve got a guest-bedroom and that bed is way comfier than the small couch in an un-heated trailer.” He rambled. “your decision.” He said, taking a sip of his beer as you pondered. It might have been your drunk brain, it might have been pure lust, but you quickly decided that you definitely were sleeping at Jensen’s place – damned anything else. “Alrighty, then.” You said. He beamed at you, finishing his beer and pulling his phone out. “Hang on, I’ll get a hold of Cliff.” He stepped away from your booth, and you drew a shaky breath. What the hell did you just agreed to? Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it out.

Dude, what? Where are you sleeping? If it’s anything juicy, I have the right to know, as your best friend, Y/N!!! You grinned. Tell you tomorrow. Goodnight, Y/F/N.” You turned your phone off, not really in the mood for 100 texts and calls and finished your beer – as you took the last sip, Jensen came over to you. “Cliff’s here in like 2 minutes. Let’s go.”

  The drive home to Jensen had been unbearable – your body felt electric, and you constantly had to stop yourself from grabbing his hand, touching his hair or something silly like that. You kept trying to convince yourself that it was the alcohol, not you, doing this, but it became harder and harder, the more Jensen talked to you. You talked about everything – big and small – while Cliff drove silently. Finally, you stood in front of a massive house – you wobbled a bit, as you tried to look up, and a warm hand grabbed your waist. “Let’s go inside, drunky.” He laughed at you and led you inside. It was beautiful. “make yourself at home. I’ll be right back!” He yelled over his shoulder, as he walked up the stairs. You lifted your eyebrows in appraisal and walked aimlessly around. You stumbled upon the TV-room, and gasped. It was stocked full of movies – wall to wall, shelves full of DVD’s and Blu-ray’s, except the wall where a huge TV adorned the wall.

You walked around, looking at his collection – finding yourself in front of a section of horror-movies. You were scanning the titles, as a voice came from behind you. “Here, brought you some clothes to sleep in. It’s probably a bit too big, but better than nothing, I guess.” You spun around, looking at Jensen and then the pile of clothes in his hand. “Thanks.” You looked back at the movies. “You have surprisingly good taste, Mr. Ackles.” You grinned over your shoulder. “The wizard of Gore? Brilliant movie, man.” You took the clothes. “You know your movies, Y/N! I vote movie-night.” He grinned. You nodded.

“Bathroom?” You looked around. “The second door on your left.” He said, pulling the movie out from the shelf. “I’m making popcorn!” He jumped past you, laughing all the while.

You found the bathroom, and started undressing – for some reason, it made you feel a little vulnerable; you barely knew Jensen, and here you were, in his bathroom, half-naked. You shook your head and quickly pulled a t-shirt (Led Zeppelin, of course) over your head and pulled a pair of boxers over your legs. You pulled your hair in a bun and washed your face – finally leaving the bathroom and returning to the TV-room.

Jensen had already placed himself comfortably on the couch, a thick blanket over his legs. He saw you, and his eyes widened a bit. “That’s a good look for you, Y/N:” He said thickly. You blushed and jumped down on the couch next to him, pulling a bowl of popcorn in your lap. “Let’s do this, Jensen.” You grinned as he started the movie.

You felt a little bold about 1/3 into the movie and scrambled around – turning your back against his side, tucking you feet into the couch and leaning back. You could hear is breath hitch slightly, and grinned. He chuckled, and put his arm around you, warming you and effectively cocooning you in a blanket and him. And that’s where you stayed – even after falling asleep, you stayed right there – in his arms, a small smile playing on both of your lips.

 Part 3 Masterlist

[jaremish]

I Want Him Gone - Part 1

Pairing: Sam x teen!reader, Dean x teen!Reader (both plantonic)

Warnings: Blood, panic & needles

Word Count: 1650

Summary: You were kidnapped at the age of 14, having your parents killed right in front of you by a demon. Tortured almost daily for two years, you luckily escape only to run into the Winchesters. They quickly help you, not only physically but also mentally, taking you in almost as a little sister. Though there’s something crawling under your skin… revenge.

A/N: Soooo, I’m rewriting “I don’t think I deserve it”. The plot was just a mess and *sigh* I didn’t want to give it up. Happy Reading y’all!

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“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” The demon said with a sigh as he walked around your sitting form in circles.

Blood have been dripping from somewhere in your head down you face for quite some time now. Your legs and arms were bound awkwardly around the uncomfortable chair and your head hung low. You had lost your sense of feeling in your right arm where a pretty nasty gash had stopped bleeding.

“You know, I always enjoy our time together, you and I,” He said, running a finger down your left arm as he walked around you. “It’s so easy getting rid of all the stress with your help.”

He stopped walking and squatted down, leaning his face towards you, and whispered in your ear. “Too bad I don’t hear one of your precious screams, now isn’t it?”

Sharp pain shot up your left leg and you opened your eyes to see a knife buried in your leg. A sharp scream left your lips as you tried to breathe out the pain, trying to focus on anything just to distract yourself. With a quick punch to your face you blacked out, though it wasn’t for long.

You woke up just a few minutes after, being dragged down the hall and thrown into your dark and small cage. A moan came across your lips as you landed on the hard concrete floor. The door slammed and you released a deep breath.

The cage that you had been spending most of your time in was really small. You could barely sit up straight without hitting your head on the ceiling. You couldn't even stretch your arms out to the sides. It was also dark, no windows or lights could be seen.

You pressed yourself up in a sitting position and used the door for help, only the door opened slightly as you pressed your weight at it. The door wasn’t locked. Adrenaline shot though your body. Without a second thought you bolted through the door as quietly as you could.

The bulting pain from your leg was long forgotten as you made your way down the halls, remembering how you mesmerized the way towards the exit just in case you’d actually have a chance one day at getting out of here. As you ran towards the exit you started to hear voices. With all the adrenaline and panic going through your body you managed to open the door and run for your life.

You just ran. It felt as if your heart was going to pump out of your chest and your lungs hurt from all the running. You had a hard time breathing as you rounded corner after corner, trying to confuse them if they were chasing after you.

Just as you were turning your head to see if they were actually following you, you ran into something and fell down on your butt. The hard impact with the ground made you whimper in pain. With panicked eyes you looked up as hazel ones staring down at you.

“Hey, shit, you okay kiddo?” The tall man said with a frown.

You didn’t have time to study him as you made up your mind on trying to get up again only to be meet with even more pain. The adrenaline was wearing out and the major injuries on your body did not help to soothe the pain.

You didn’t notice that the man had squatted down next to you until he placed his hand on your shoulder. Immediately you flinched away, trying to get out of his grip. Worry glazed over his face, though you did not notice this in your attempts to get away from him.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was calm and collected as he tried to speak with you.

His eyes ran over your body scanning for injuries and he sure as hell found them. It wasn’t had though seeing as you only wore a larger sized t-shirt that had ripped in many places. Mumbling a “shit” under his breath he quickly picked you up from the cold ground.

A scream was heard from you when he lifted you up in his arms. Panic was still running through you and your heart beat way too fast.

“Shh, calm down. I’m getting you some help. I’m not here to hurt you kid.” The man said as the looked down at you.

He began walking, walking away from where you’d come from. He looked down at you quickly trying to read something from your face without luck. You began to relax a tiny bit in his warm arms and your heartbeat begun to slow.

“Dean! I need some help here!” The man suddenly called out.

You tensed in his arms, but your eyes started to drop a little. The amount of blood that you’d lost were probably not that good. A few moments went by where you went in and out of the radar, having trouble focusing on what was going on around you.

You opened your eyes slightly when another pair of hands were on you. You didn’t have the strength to pull away. The other man, Dean, pressed around the areas of your injuries but you didn’t make a sound until he pressed at your leg leg. A whimper was all you could master up to do.

“Take her to the bunker. Make sure she doesn’t fall asleep, those wounds does not look good Sam.” Dean said.

Your eyes closed again, completely giving up on trying to stay awake. You felt yourself being moved, though you were unsure what was really going on. When you opened your eyes next you were sitting in a car, next to the man who picked you up, Sam. His eyes landed on you when he felt your gaze upon him.

“Try to stay awake, I’m going to help you I promise, but you gotta stay awake.”

You managed to stay awake for the rest of the car ride to wherever he was going. It felt like hours but it’d only been about 15 minutes. Sam parked the car in front of a big iron door and got out. He walked over to your side and opened the door.

“I’m sorry if this hurt, just hang in there will you?” He said as he reached for you.

He picked you out of the car as gently as he could but that didn’t help as you blacked out again. With you limp in his arms he made his way down the stairs and into the closest room with a bed to put you on.

He heard the door behind him close and he looked up to find Dean. You were awake again, but it was all just a mess in your head. You were laying in a bed, an actual bed. Sam picked up a box and opened it where he sat, next to you on your left side.

The men were mumbling to each other and you could just pick up small things from what they said but none of it made sense to you. Sam started to wipe a cloth across your wound on your leg and it hurt as hell. Tears were spilling down your cheeks as you tried to get away from Sam.

Dean however saw this and held you in place, placing one arm across your hips and the other holding down your shoulder. Your vision was blurry due to the tears, but when you saw the needle you freaked out. Screams opon screams left your lips as you trashed in Deans hold.

“Dean!”

“On it.” He answered to Sam’s shout.

Dean lifted you up, climbing into the bed with his back pressed against the headboard. You were lifted up in a sitting position, leaded back against Dean who held you in place. You shook your head repeatedly as you feared what Sam was going to do.

“Shh, calm down. Don’t look at what Sam’s doing, just calm down.” Dean said to you.

As Sam fixed up your wounds you had your jaw clenched the whole time, tears still falling down from your eyes. Dean tried to make you relax by mumbling encouraging words to you.

You had lost yourself to your own thoughts halfway through. You couldn’t help but be scared of how things would turn up now that you were somewhere else. You didn’t dare to break anymore rules, that you were sure of.

Sam snapped you out of your thoughts when he called your name. You faced him, though your gaze were not meeting his, afraid he’d be mad. Dean was standing beside him, having noticed how calm you were and left you be long ago.

“Y/N?” Sam called your name again.

He had noticed how your eyes continued to drop, seeing how tired you were. Sam stood up, walking over to you. Exhausted, but still afraid you made an attempt of scooting away from him, still not trusting any of them.

“Why don’t you get some sleep? You don’t have to force yourself to be awake.” Sam started as he knelt down next you you, trying to make himself small. “You’re safe here.”

You shook your head lightly at this, not wanting to sleep somewhere you were not aware of the things happening around you.

“Me and Dean will be outside of this room, making sure you’re okay.”

Stubborn, but losing to yourself, your eyes started to get heavy. You tried to blink a couple of times, desperately trying to stay awake. Sam saw this and draped the blanket over you. It was warm. It had been so long since you’d been warm. You stayed perfectly still, savouring this moment for as long as possible. A yawn escaped your lips and you finally gave in. You were out cold after a few minutes, in for a long sleep.

Masterlist | Part 2

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@chennyetomlinson @sammywiththegoodhair @im-forever-a-fangirl @whocares006 @sushisecor @spectaculicious

[jaremish]

I Want Him Gone - Part 2

Pairing: Sam x teen!reader, Dean x teen!Reader (both plantonic)

Warnings: Blood, lots of panic, torture, angst

Word Count: 1740

Summary: You were kidnapped at the age of 14, having your parents killed right in front of you by a demon. Tortured almost daily for two years, you luckily escape only to run into the Winchesters. They quickly help you, not only physically but also mentally, taking you in almost as a little sister. Though there’s something crawling under your skin… revenge.

A/N: Okay I know, I just posted the first part yesterday, but I couldn’t hold myself.. The next update will be some time later this week. Happy reading y’all!

Part 1 | Series Matserlist | Taglist (or send an ask)

You were in the state between being asleep and being awake. Not wanting to wake up, you shifted to get into a more comfortable position only to be meet with pain spreading from your left leg. With a small whimper your eyes shoot up looking around the room.

You were left confused and panicked, not knowing where you were or what to do. Maybe this was another set of illusions that the demon had set up. It was one of the first things he did to torture you, making you believe you were with your parents only for them to be killed constantly, breaking you down more and more.

Feeling terrified of what's coming next you shot out of the bed, not caring for the pain and making your way towards the corner. It was something you learned early, having your back free always hurt you. This way you had a clear vision on what was going on in front of you.

Pulling your legs up towards you chest and wrapping your arms around them was the next thing you did. Your leg was bulting, making itself known. The frustration and fear of not knowing what was going on forced fresh tears down your cheeks.

You stayed in the corner, feeling alert and focused for about an hour before you put your head down to rest against your knees. The black t-shirt you had on was not yours. It was really big on you, but it was still warmer than what you usually wore. It felt nice against your skin, it didn’t itch at all.

You kept staring down at the t-shirt, almost admiring it. Too lost in your thoughts about the shirt you didn’t notice the door out of the room open.

“Y/N?” A soft voice said from the door.

The sound made you jump and you turned your head towards the voice. Your whole body was tense until you saw who it was. Sam. The memories from how you literally ran into him, and him bringing you here made it into your head.

Sam spotted you in the corner of the room, shaking. He made his way towards you slowly, not wanting to startle you. When he was close enough he stopped and sat down in front of you.

“You okay?” Sam said.

You didn’t answer. You just kept staring at him, not trusting him at all. Your body was tense, ready in case he attacked. Maybe he worked for the demon? Maybe this was their new way of torturing you.

Leaving the door open for you to have a sense of hope and freedom only to stab you in the back when you started to trust them. But Sam looked like he cared. He didn’t have the same sick smile on his face like the others had…

“Can you tell me what happened?” Sam asked, still trying to make you say something. Quickly giving up on the heavy questions he asked something simple.

“Are you hungry?” He smiled after asking this. He had this calming effect about himself. A little sigh left his lips and he stood up.

“Well you must be, you’ve been sleeping for days kiddo. I’m gonna come back with some food, okay?”

With that he left the room. He came back after a few minutes with a tray in his hands. You had not moved from your spot at the corner. Sam knew you wouldn’t move up to the bed if he asked you, so he sat down in front of you again on the floor.

He put the tray down in between you both. On the tray was a plate with bacon, eggs and some pancakes. There was also a glass of water, a fork and a knife on the tray as well. He made a motion with his hands as if he wanted you to do something.

You shook your head at him, not wanting to eat the food he came with. For all you knew he could have poisoned it. Sam was pretty sure you wouldn’t eat at first glance, so he brought his own fork with him. He took a bite out of the eggs, showing you that it was okay to eat.

You watched him take a bite out of the bacon and the pancakes too before he reached for your fork and gave it to you. Your hand wrapped around the fork carefully. You looked down at the tray and took a small bite out of the eggs. This made Sam smile a little and he incurred you to eat some more.

You avoided the bacon, not liking how the smell reminded you a little of burnt flesh. You ate really slow, always watching Sam’s every move. There was a lot left on the plate when you decided that you were done with it.

You reached for the water, craving the feeling of the cool liquid. Your throat had been pretty sore ever since you woke up. You emptied the glass quickly and put it back on the tray, looking up at Sam.

“You know, you don’t have to sit in the corner. You have a pretty comfy bed in here.” He said after a while.

You made no movement as he scooted the tray away and reached over to the bed. He took the blanket and a pillow and put it next to where you sat.

“At least put this around you, it can be pretty cold on the floor.”

Sam then stood up with the tray to leave the room. He looked back from the door and smiled a little at you before he walked out.

You were all wrapped up in the blanket, ready to take a small nap when you heard voices. Straining your ears to hear what they said you quickly knew it was Sam and Dean talking in hushed tones.

“Did you test her? Was she clear?” The voice belonged to Dean.

“Yeah Dean. She held the silver fork and drank the holy water and nothing. She’s just a small terrified girl.” Sam answered back with a sigh.

“Do you know what happened? Did she talk to you?”

Sam sighed again and you assumed he shook his head or something before he answered.

“No, she’s not talking. She looks so scared, I’m worried something really bad happened to her.”

Their voices started to disappear. They were moving away from the room you were in. Still being tired you gave in and fell asleep on the cold, hard floor.

“Hmm, Y/N, tell me… for how long have you been here?” The demon said.

You were sitting in your usual chair, wrists and ankles bound by leather straps. Your hair and your clothes was sticking to your face and body. Sweat tickled your skin as it slowly ran down your limbs, almost as if it was teasing you.

“Screw you.” Was all you said.

The demon hummed as he came closer to you. He was holding something in his hand that blinded you as it came in contact with the light.

“I believe that’s the wrong answer..” He said.

The thing in his hand turned out to be a scalpel. He ran it down your arm, not putting any pressure, just making sure you knew who was the boss here.

“Let’s try that again, how long have you been here?”

“Go to hell!” You screamed at his face.

The scalpel was pressed against your arm, running down in a long horizontal line, blood seeping out of your arm. Your screams could be heard for miles away. You trashed around, trying to get away from the scalpel and the pain it was causing you.

“For how long have you been here?” He said again in a calm voice.

“One day I’m going to kill you, you better watch out.” You said through gritted teeth.

He laughed. He actually laughed. Then he rammed the scalpel in your stomach. You screamed, coughing out blood. He continued to cut you though your screaming. All you could see was blood everywhere, pouring out of you stomach and all you could do was lay there and scream, wishing you were somewhere else. You felt as if you were on the blink of death when he stopped and leaned down next to your ear.

“I do hope you remember how you should speak to me from now on. A lil tip is to never speak when you don’t have the word as well.” He whispered in your ear.

“I hope I teached you a lesson.” Was the last thing he said as he rammed the scalpel through your leg.

You woke up to your own screaming. Tears running down your cheeks as the memory flooded through your brain. You could almost feel the pain he inflicted on you that day. The door slammed open, making you scream even more.

“Hey, hey, hey, you okay?” Sam said as he ran to your trembling form on the floor.

You were shaking, panic running through your body. Trying to breathe was another challenge seeing as if there were no oxygen left in the room. You started to hyperventilate, feeling even more panicked because you couldn’t breathe. Your heart beat fast and your head started to spin.

Sam was by your side in an instant, picking you up from the cold floor you were laying on. He sat on the bed with your back plastered to his chest.

“You gotta calm down Y/N. Try to match your heart beats to my own. Feel this?” He said as he placed your hand on the sheet. “This is real, you’re here, nothing’s gonna hurt you.”

He continued to give you instructions on how to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, taking deep breaths with you. It was not long before you started to calm down. You still trembled in his arms, not letting go of the memory.

“Shh, just breathe. It’ll be okay. I’m here, nothing bad is going to happen to you.” Sam said camly.

Not long after that you start to relax, feeling his heartbeat was calming you down due to you having something else to focus on. Sam draped the blanket over you and continued to encourage you to take deep breaths. After a while of just breathing you started to fall asleep, leaning against Sam. 5 minutes later and you were out like a light.

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