#god!chuck shurley x reader

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Just Like This

Summary: Working a second job in a bar to help pay for Sammy’s education, Dean finds a kindred spirit in bar manager Y/N. When a drunk Douchebag gets too handsy with her, Dean quickly jumps to her defence but faces harsh consequences.

Pairing: Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Getting Fired for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: sexual assault (groping), fluff, angst, fighting, minor violence, Chuck is a complete and utter asshole in this, getting fired, quitting in solidarity, first kiss, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Okay, it feels like an age since I’ve written anything that’s just pure floof. I hope you enjoy this fluffy, protective, besotted Dean fic. Please be kind. I’ve had my angst hat on for a long time, and though this was really refreshing, it’s also a little daunting!

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It wasn’t the best job in the world, but as part-time work went, Dean knew it could be a hell of a lot worse than this. He worked with his dad in the garage during the day and worked four nights a week and two shifts at the weekend in Shurley’s Sports Bar. His wages and tips went to his dad to help pay for Sammy’s education. Sure, the kid had a full ride to Stanford; however, he still needed to pay for accommodation after freshman year and the thousands of books he needed for his coursework. And at least this way, his dad didn’t put himself in an early grave by working all the hours God gave him. Lord knows he’d done enough of that when they were kids.

Shurley’s was a decent bar. It had a prime location between the University of Kansas campus and downtown, so it always has a steady stream of customers. It quietened during the summer when the students went home or on their travels, but the locals still made trade steady enough. The owner, Chuck, was a bit of a dick, but he barely showed his face around the place, and the other staff were decent, making it a great place to work.

“Hey, Dean,” Y/N said as she came out of the back office. Y/N was the bar manager and a great girl. They had a lot in common; both lost their mothers when they were young and looked after their younger siblings while their fathers worked three jobs to try and make ends meet. Y/N’d had to drop out of college when her father took unexpectedly sick, having to take care of him and her little sister. Now that her father had passed and her sister had a full ride to another prestigious college, Harvard, Y/N lived in the tiny apartment above the bakery where she worked four days a week and in the bar four nights a week and every Saturday night. The rest of the time, she studied part-time to finish her college education and sent every spare cent she had to her sister in Boston.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at her. She was pretty, too, and Dean wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a massive crush on her. Not that anything would ever happen because she was her, and he was… well, he wasn’t good enough for a girl like that. “How are ya, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, Dean. How are you? Oh! Did you manage to get Sam’s apartment sorted?” Y/N asked, and he smiled that she’d remember such a thing.

“Yeah, it’s all good now. We managed to get the rest of the deposit together,” Dean said. “Thanks for the extra shifts, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N smiled. “I still can’t believe landlords can actually do that,” Y/N shook her head as she headed behind the bar and started filling the refrigerators with bottles of beer and wine to prepare for the busy Friday night shift.

“Yeah, us either. But it’s done, and he has somewhere to live,” Dean said as he put the last menus and condiment buckets on the tables. “What needs to be done next, boss?” he asked, smirking when Y/N chuckled. She hated being called that, but he seemed to be the only one she didn’t scold for it.

“I could use a hand changing over the barrels if you’ve got time?” she said, breaking up the cardboard that the bottles had been housed in.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dean headed into the storeroom and started shifting the beer barrels behind the bar as Y/N continued putting bottles in the fridges and replacing the almost empty spirit bottles with full ones to accommodate the busiest night of the year: Friday night football and Freshers Week.

The bar was packed with customers, the warm, sunny weather drawing even more of them in than usual, and of course, Chuck had decided tonight was a good night to show face and ‘help’, putting the staff on edge. Dean had gone with the head down and get on with it attitude, glad it was three deep at the bar so he had an excuse not to have to entertain Chuck for very long.

Y/N had been running around after Chuck all night, finding this paperwork and that invoice and the employee payroll for the past six weeks. Eventually, when he couldn’t possibly ask for anything more, she’d escaped the office, having brazenly told her boss that she was needed front of house to help serve customers.

“I swear,” she’d said as she tied her little black server’s apron around her waist, “It’s like he fucking knew tonight would be the busiest night but still came to check months old paperwork! God, that man is insufferable!”

It wasn’t often that Y/N showed her annoyance, and Dean couldn’t help but think it was cute. Though, admittedly, that could be his crush talking, her furrowed brow and tiny pout were adorable.

“What can I do to help?” he asked as she took her place behind the bar.

“I should be asking you that question!” she giggled. “What do you need me to do?”

“We could do with someone collecting and cleaning the empty glasses, if you wouldn’t mind?” he responded, smiling as she picked up a basket, cleaning spray, and a cloth before he’d finished his sentence.

“You got it,” she winked and headed onto the floor to clear and wipe the tables down. And that, Dean thought, is what makes a good boss. Someone who works with the team to achieve the same goal. Someone who isn’t afraid of stepping in to help by doing the most mundane tasks that are below their pay grade.

Y/N was a breath of fresh air for him in so many ways. She was bubbly and caring, and no matter what was thrown her way, she responded with an air of calmness and dignity that he admired.

“Hey, man. What can I get ya?” Dean asked the next patron, finally taking his eyes off the girl slowly taking over his every thought.

“Be careful,” Dean said as Y/N headed back onto the floor to clear more glasses and tables. “It’s getting rowdy out there. You know what those college boys can be like.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she smiled. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He knew she would be. He’d seen her handling every kind of drunk customer. Still, he’d watch her closely because he was more worried than usual. The crowd tonight seemed even more enthused thanks to the local sports team playing. It still surprised him how often the female staff got touched inappropriately and had the most vulgar things said to them by too drunk and far too confident men. More than once Dean had had to step in and stop something from going too far, and he’d do it as many times as he needed to for Y/N or any of the other female staff.

Y/N managed to get around most of the bar unscathed, but there was a particularly boisterous table of men who only frequented the bar when the Chiefs played. Dean had been watching them all night because they seemed to have forgotten their age and tried to out-drink their much younger counterparts. They’d already run their mouths off to the bar staff, and now one of them in particular had their beady eye on Y/N as she moved from table to table, collecting empty glasses and bottles.

Swapping her tray out for an empty one, Y/N made her way over to their table, and the second she got close enough, the balding guy with the beady eye was quick to rear his hand back and smack her ass. Dean’s hackles rose, and he was on high alert as he watched her give the douchebag a piece of her mind. But he didn’t stop. Douchebag wrapped his arms around her waist and tried pulling her onto his lap. All the while, his douchebag little friends laughed and cheered him on like he’d won a fucking prize.

Dean saw red as he ran around the bar and strode purposely over to the group of middle-aged men amid a mid-life crisis and pulled Y/N from his hold, dragging her behind him to protect her.

“The lady told you to leave her alone. I suggest you do that,” Dean fumed, only getting angrier at Douchebag’s smirk.

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a jealous boyfriend trying to protect his girl! You know, if she were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her out the house wearing something so…” he paused as he leered up and down Y/N’s body, “revealing.”

“Listen, asshole, you don’t want to piss me off right now. Why don’t you and your buddies call it a night and go home? You’ve clearly had too much to drink, and we don’t take kindly to people assaulting our staff here,” Dean’s jaw was clenched, but he’d somehow managed to keep his voice steady.

“Sorry, man,” Douchebag smirked as he stood. “Just can’t help myself when I see a pretty girl showing off half her body like a Goddamn little tease. She’s asking for it, really.”

That was the last straw, and as Douchebag made one final (and unfortunately successful) attempt to get his hands on Y/N, Dean pulled his fist back and punched him square on the nose. The resounding crack as Dean broke the guy’s nose was satisfying, as were the synchronised grimacing ‘oohs’ that the audience this little corner of the bar had attracted.

“You broke my nose, asshole!” Douchebag spluttered. “I’m reporting you for assault!”

“You do that,” Y/N said, “and I’ll have you arrested, too. This whole bar and the CCTV saw you grope me twice and clearly saw me trying to get you off me! What he did,” she pointed at Dean, “was save me from being sexually assaulted!”

“Come on, man,” one of Douchebag’s friends said, patting him on the back. “Let’s get you to the hospital. It’s not worth it.”

“Damn straight it’s not!” Dean yelled. “Any way you spin this, he doesn’t win, so get the hell out and don’t come back!”

Tail between their legs, Douchebag and his friends left the bar. The second the door shut behind them, Dean was next to Y/N, checking her for injuries.

“I’m fine, Dean,” she insisted, but her eyes told a different story. The encounter had shaken her up, and Dean wanted to fix it, needed to fix it.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not. You’re–” Dean began but was interrupted by the shrill voice of Chuck.

“Winchester, my office, now! You too, Y/N.”

Seeing Y/N sitting beside him on the other side of the desk was strange. This was where she did all the paperwork, payroll, ordering, and invoicing, so to see Chuck on her chair was disconcerting. And not good.

“I don’t know what was going on out there–” Chuck began, and Dean scoffed in disbelief.

“You’re bar manager was sexually assaulted by a customer. That’s what happened!” Dean sat forward on his chair, raising his voice. He only calmed when Y/N placed her hand on his forearm.

Chuck pursed his lips at his outburst and continued speaking as if Dean hadn’t interrupted.

“I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was, sexual assault or not,” Chuck looked pointedly at Y/N before he continued. “It’s no excuse for my staff to behave violently.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Dean fumed. “That… scumbag… touched her ass and her breasts and tried to force her into his lap! You see those bruises, right?” he asked as he pointed to the dark purple fingerprint marks on her arms.

“Inappropriate comments, slurs, even touching, is to be expected when you work in a bar–” Chuck was interrupted again, this time by Y/N.

“There are no touching policies in every strip club in the country for a reason, Chuck! You cannot expect it to be any different in a fratboy sports bar! No one should go to work expecting that being sexually assaulted is okay!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N! So what a guy touched your ass and tits! You should be flattered!”

“It was sexual assault, Chuck! That guy,” Y/N pointed behind her in the general direction of the bar, “touched me without permission, and I could have him charged! You too with how you’re behaving!”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic! I feel sorry for your boyfriend if this is how prudish you are!”

“Hey, that is–” Dean interjected, but Chuck kept talking.

“Dean, you’re fired. I cannot, and will not, allow a violent brute to work in my bar.”

“You can’t do that!” Y/N protested.

“Watch it, or you’ll be gone, too!” Chuck threatened, but Dean knew it was an empty one with her. He needed her too much. The bar would burn to the ground without her in charge.

“No need. I quit. Effective immediately. I cannot, and will not,” Y/N glared at Chuck as she repeated his words to him, “work in a place where I’m expected to be sexually harassed and assaulted and ignore it. I cannot, and will not, work for a man who fires a good person for helping someone in need.”

Standing, Y/N took off her apron and name tag and threw them on the desk. She unhooked the keys from her belt and pulled the cash box towards her, opening it and pulling out two brown envelopes, handing one to Dean and putting the other in her pocket. Once she’d locked the cash box, she tossed her keys down on the cheap metal desk with a satisfying clang.

“Really? You’re going to quit over him?” Chuck scoffed.

“Yes. Dean is worth a thousand shitty bar jobs like this one, and I’d choose him over any of them in a heartbeat,” Y/N said with her head held high. “I hope you know you’ve just lost your two best workers on the busiest night of the year. Come on, Dean. Let’s get out of this shithole.”

Dean didn’t protest. He stood up, smirked at Chuck because he just couldn’t help himself, and followed Y/N out of the bar and onto the street.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t need to do that. I’m a big boy, and I can look after myself,” Dean said after walking in silence for a few minutes.

“I know you can, and yes, I did. That was unfair and undeserved. Especially because it was my fault,” Y/N responded.

“Hey, don’t ever… it wasn’t your fault. Things like that are never the woman’s fault, you know that, right?” Dean couldn’t believe she’d ever think something like that would be her own doing.

“I know, but if I’d listened to you and let Marcus clear tables instead of me, none of this would’ve happened.”

“No. I won’t hear it. You didn’t ask to be groped by a balding douchebag going through a mid-life crisis, sweetheart. Don’t ever apologise for someone else’s wrongdoing,” he reassured her.

“So, what do we do now? We both kinda needed that job,” Y/N chuckled, but it held no humour.

“Well, I might know a guy who owns a wine bar downtown. A classy establishment, so the tips are better. And we’d be treated right,” Dean said, thinking of the bar Cas had tried to get him to work in for months.

“You have a buddy with a bar, and you chose to stay working in that shithole?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “Why? What would possess you to stay there? Willingly?”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Dean smirked. This wasn’t where he envisioned this conversation going–if it ever happened at all, that is–but the perfect opportunity had presented itself and he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take it. “I got to see you almost every day.”

“Come on! You did not stay there for me!” Y/N scoffed, and Dean shrugged his shoulders, his lips tugging upwards in a shy smile.

“I did, actually. Can’t think of anyone better to spend so much time with.”

“Dean Winchester,” she grinned. “Are you flirting with me?” The teasing tone in her words was one he’d never heard before, and he liked it.

“Do you want me to be flirting with you?” he’d asked, needing to hear her say it before he did something stupid because he’d misread the signals.

“Yeah… I think I do,” Y/N giggled, stepping closer to him, bumping their arms together as they stepped in sync down the sidewalk.

“Yeah?” he asked, checking again because, quite frankly, she was her and he was him.

“Yeah.”

Dean stopped walking and gently grabbed her forearm to stop her from walking ahead. Feeling brave, Dean placed his hands on her cheeks and dipped his head, slowly lowering his lips to hers. Every inch closer he got, he switched his gaze between her lips and her eyes, making sure this was what she wanted.

When there was no hesitation and nowhere else to go, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. They were as soft as they always looked, softer even, and tasted as sweet as he’d imagined they would.

Y/N pressed herself closer to him with a low hum and slid her arms up his chest, resting one hand on his pec and the other curling around his neck. Dean licked her bottom lip, encouraging her to open her mouth and let him deepen their kiss.

He failed to hold back a groan when his tongue met hers, the feeling so much better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. Dean couldn’t remember how long he’d wanted this, and now that it was happening, he knew he’d do whatever he could to keep her in his arms, just like this.

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[usagis-tsukinos]

Brutal Love- 20

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Chapter 19

Pity Party

Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Warnings: None

Words: 1,724

Ages: 16/18

Ages: 16/18

“Hey, your birthday is coming up.” Gabriel smiled. She looked up from the cupcakes she’d been icing. The thought had completely slipped her mind, she’d been so focused on getting ready for the holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Of course she’d already bought everyone's gifts. Her mom made Thanksgiving every year, and Gabe and his siblings were always welcome. It seemed like Chuck was never home, even for the holidays. He’d just send them money while he was away on his… book tours. That’s what Chuck told his kids, anyway. Only God knows what he’s actually up to.

She just gave Gabriel a smile, watching as he ate out of the icing bowl. She didn’t comment on the mention of her birthday, which he noticed immediately. He frowned, taking his finger out of his mouth,

“What’s up?”

“Hm?” She had almost a blank look on her face, a dull smile in place of her usual sunshine-y expressions. Gabriel’s eyes almost narrowed, watching her blank expression. He could see the fake smile twitching at the ends of her lips, but her eyes were practically lifeless. The brunette didn’t like that at all, he knew her all too well and something was definitely up. After a moment he spoke up, trying to steer the conversation back to her birthday,

“Your mom is making you a cake?” She looked over for a brief second before going back to icing her cupcakes, “Oh, um… yeah. Yeah, she’s gonna make a red velvet cake.” She muttered. 

Gabriel didn’t understand her attitude. Why was she so… weird today? He could always take the direct approach, but this didn’t seem like the time to just demand an answer from her. Instead, he rolled his eyes and huffed, bringing himself down from where he sat on the counter. He’d get to the bottom of this eventually. The next day at school, he was passing out papers in the hall. Michael, raising a suspicious eyebrow, came over to his little brother’s locker. The elder Shurley crossed his arms, “What are you doing?” He asked, peeking at the flier Gabriel had passed around to every student he could shove it into the arms of. Once his blue eyes focused on the text, he wanted to scold him, but–

On the XX day of [MONTH], year 20XX

Please join the Shurley family in throwing — a surprise 16th birthday party. Amazon wishlist here:

[link]

Presents not required, but will be much appreciated, food will be provided by the Shurley’s but feel free to bring a small gift or snack. 

Michael just stared at him before his arm came down quickly at his side before his other snatched the papers from Gabriel’s hand, “What do you think you’re doing, inviting random students to our house? I do not have the money to feed all these people you’re inviting!” He scolded in a low voice. Gabriel just rolled his eyes, “Chill out, it’s for her birthday! Besides, I’ve got enough chore money to provide a few pizzas. Plus, her mom’s baking the cake. We don't really have to do much besides decorate.” What was the big deal? This was for his best friend. Michael could not believe this, he was going to just throw a party and not bring it up to Michael beforehand? Raphael stopped by, picking up a flier someone threw on the floor. They just stared, a blank look on their face before they spoke up, “And when were you going to tell us you were throwing a party?” Gabriel just scoffed, “Oh, come on! You guys are acting like I’m inviting the whole school–” “You are!” Michael and Raph cut him off at the same time. Lucifer, ever curious and nosy, stopped at his locker to pretend not to listen in on his sibling’s conversation. Opening it up, he found yet another loveletter from her, stuffing it into his bag to read later. Wait– only one fell out? Jesus Christ, usually she would have left like five or ten. Just one? His brows furrowed as he looked into his locker, searching for any others she might’ve hidden somewhere. But no, just one. Okay…

He glanced back over to his sibling’s, specifically the papers in Michael’s hands. Screw being inconspicuous, he closed his locker and took one of them from his brother. “This day… birthday party… snacks–” He mumbled, before looking up to Gabriel, “Dude, you worded this like a wedding invitation. It’s just her birthday.” “Why are you all ganging up on me about this?” Gabriel frowned, taking his papers away. “You guys probably haven’t even gotten her anything! When I know for a fact she already has your Christmas gifts bought and wrapped.” Lucifer was the one to frown at this now, almost glaring at his little brother.

“Can it. She can spend her money on whatever dumb shit she wants, don’t go trying to make us feel bad just because you’re trying to make her birthday all our problem.”

Oh. That wasn’t going to fly with Gabriel. Not after the last eight years of him putting up with her overwhelming obsession with Lucifer. 

The two of them sat in detention after school, Lucifer leaning back in the chair with his feet on the desk. Gabriel was sitting a few desks away, their phones having been taken away. Gabriel shot a glare towards the blond, the silence between them deafening. Blue eyes slowly made their way over to meet brown, and Lucifer’s eyes narrowed.

“Why did you say that?” Gabriel spoke up, only for Luci to look away and pretend to ignore him. They’d been sitting there in silence for a good hour now, and they had another left. It seemed like Gabriel wasn’t getting his answer today.

On the day of the party, Gabriel was wrapped up in streamers, party poppers, balloons, you name it. He was the only one decorating, while Raphael reluctantly held things for him, and Michael tried not to take over every little task to just do it himself. Instead he, with Gabriel’s permission, took his brother’s allowance money and ordered the pizzas and little desserts for the party, covering the latter with his own money. They already had plenty of snacks and sodas, and they really were just waiting for people to show up. The clock read 2:10 P.M., the party was meant for 6:30 P.M. 

3:45 P.M.: Nobody.

4:30 P.M.: Nobody.

5:23 P.M.: Nobody.

Gabriel was getting anxious. The food was all set up, he had all the music put together, he’d done everything. Why hadn’t anyone shown up? He began to pace, Lucifer lounging on the couch in a party hat Gabe had made him wear, with his legs manspread in his jeans and his arms across his chest. 

“Stop pacing, you’re making me dizzy.” He spoke up. 

“I don’t understand why no one’s here.” Gabriel replied, getting frustrated. “She’s gonna be here in an hour and no one’s here to surprise her but us!” They’d even gotten her a little heart shaped cake, pink and red, with chocolate on the inside. Sure, she had a cake at her house, but this was for her alone, she wouldn’t have to share it with anyone. As it got dark, Gabriel began to turn off all the lights, closing all the curtains as he made everyone hide. He texted her, a simple, “Come on, I have a surprise for you.” Which, of course, she answered with enthusiasm. As she opened the door and turned on the light, everyone (somewhat) jumped out, Gabriel being heard above everyone else with a, “Happy Birthday!”

She stood in the doorway, looking over the streamers and balloons, everything Gabriel had put together just for her. Her mouth was open, taking it all in before… she began to cry. Her arm covered her eyes, Gabriel rushing over, “No, no, no! You weren’t meant to cry!” She sniffled softly, the tears falling as it was all just so much. 

“You gave me a surprise party!” She called out, her dramatic tears being heard over the music Raphael had started on the television. Normally this was the amount of energy she’d put into one of their birthdays, she didn’t expect them to do the same. After opening up her presents and eating more cake, Lucifer sat next to her. She gave him a smile, sharing some of her cake with him. He shook his head, quietly telling her, “No, thanks.” He was quiet for a moment before speaking up, “Um, hey. I don’t… know if Gabriel told you but he actually invited a bunch of people but they didn’t show up.” 

Her little smile fell and she put her cake plate down on her lap, “There was meant to be more people?” “Yeah, but I guess… they got busy or something.” Lucifer confirmed awkwardly before clearing his throat and trying to appear nonchalant. “But you don’t really need them, you know? Cause you have… us, and stuff.” He shrugged. He was trying his hardest to act like he wasn’t absolutely pissed no one showed up for her. Didn’t even have the decency to tell Gabriel they couldn’t make it. She never bothered anyone, she looked out for people. Given them her lunch to those who had lunch debt so they’d eat. None of them could bother to try and wish her happy birthday, at least? Lucifer reached into his pocket, pulling out a little box.

“Look, I just…” His face scrunched up a bit. He knew she’d definitely overreact, but… it was worth it. “I got you a gift. I know it’s nothing fancy like Gabriel’s gotten you, but… you deserve nice stuff, sometimes.” Her eyes widened and she was gonna start crying again. With shaky hands, she took the little box, inside were a pair of gold studs with a little silver moon on the ends. Lucifer softly braced himself, his body tensing as she wrapped her arms around him in a bone crushing hug. He let out a soft groan, closing his eyes before his arm awkwardly came up to pat at her back.

“Okay. Okay, you’re fine. I can’t breathe. Happy birthday.” “I love you!” “Let me go.”

He was definitely going to raise Hell the next school day.

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Supernatural Scrapbook

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BFRiEpM by Delusional_fantasising This is a one-shot book and I am open for many ships or x reader requests as long as it isn't incest. My favourite ships: Dean and Castiel Bobby Singer and Crowley (Crack ship) Sam and Eileen Leahy Adam and Michael Words: 1443, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel's Trenchcoat (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Gabriel's Vessel (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Jack Kline Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Sweet Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sweet Castiel (Supernatural), Gay, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Openly Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Slow Dancing, Romance, Castiel Confesses Feelings for Dean Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Archangel Gabriel (Supernatural), Heaven, Heaven & Hell, One Shot Collection, Dean Winchester Loves Pie, Dean Winchester Loves The Impala read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BFRiEpM

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TITLE :   let’s just pretend . PAIRINGS :   chuck shurley x reader.     INSPO : if I'm honest what I liked were the things we didn't know, every morning, every night - i'll be beating down your door, just to tell you what i'm thinking but you'd already know. screw this, I don't wanna let go. 

    AS THE HIGH AND MIGHTY LAID FOUND THEIR PLACE ON THE GROUND,   CHEST COULDN’T HELP BUT ACHE .       he looked pathetic,    curled up in the sand essentially begging for death by the hands of his FAVORITE PROJECTS,   but even with the current display,    with the light shining down on the situation making it seem more morbid than before  ...   you still loved him,   loved him in a way that had your foot press forward,    wanting to reach out,  wanting to help the man that even now,  as a mortal with wisdom beyond that of the universe,   held your entire life in the palm of his hands  .  perhaps it was foolish to cling to the good memories,  the far and few in between,  but the ones that happened were so intoxicating that it kept you going throughout the years  .    they kept heart full and hope alive,  even with the world lived in .

   THAT BEING SAID,  YOU WERE NO FOOL .    you were willing to look at the big picture,  he toyed with both you and the winchesters,  an adopted sister by bond,   everything that happened to you and your family was the result of a man seeing you all as nothing but dolls,  little play things for his own entertainment  .   but you were always the one for second chances,  several creatures had once said it would be your downfall,   but could things really get any worse  ?  there was nothing,  everything was done,  public enemy number one was now crumbled like the great walls of rome...   so what would come from leaving a man in the sand except having a heavy conscious and an eye for an eye revenge that would make the world stop spinning for good  ?    

   “ LETS GO,  Y/N  “  deans words seemed far away,    yet the firm touch on shoulder proved that it was merely down to mind working over time .   there’s a sharp inhale from you,  hand raising to place over the others .   eyes dragging away from chucks to find yourself stood at the door of the impala,  it didn’t seem right,  none of this did .    your name is repeated,  by sam this time .  it’s the final pull for eyes to dance up to your brothers,  a broken smile not helping but appear on lips .  

  “ I CAN’T “   the questionable looks turned to knowledgeable pretty quickly,   before they can argue you quickly decide to elaborate,  “  I KNOW,  but i just can’t leave him,  guys .   i know what he’s done,  but  - “  chest aches once more,  a little more violent this time,  and you dare not look behind you to the man in question .   his head tilted at the scene in front of him,   slowly dragging himself to his knees .    

   “ AFTER EVERYTHING HE’S DONE,  Y/N .  your little school girl crush seriously can’t be taking over your rationality,  you’re smarter than this “  words rough,   argumentative  -  but you hear the undertone,  he’s tired,  he’s so exhausted and just wants to close the book their in for good .  he’s been through so much,  you all have .   it’s reasonable for him to be mad at the the very cause of all your misery  .    

   “ DEANS RIGHT,   you’ve always been known for giving creatures a second chance,  i’m right there with you  .  but this is one that doesn’t deserve sympathy “  sams voice is like a sharpened knife gliding against skin,  his words were too true and they caused the distress building up tug at your heart and make itself known  .  

   “  I -  I KNOW  .  you both have every right to be mad at me,  but  -  i can’t,  i can’t walk away from this .  my business with him isn’t finished “  the words certainly don’t come easily,  but your eyes are wide and desperate for their approval  “  let me do this,  i’ll call you in a few days,  i promise “  they don’t even have the energy to fight,  they will later,  when you turn up in the bunker with a weak smile  -  that’s when they’ll yell,  kick and scream  .  but for now,  they’re tired  .  

   “  OKAY “  sam finally says after the telepathic conversation between the three of you,  his arms opening up and not hesitating to pull you into a hug “  jack,  he’s POWERLESS right  ?  “  they’ve already had the confirmation,  but he needs to hear it again,  he knows dean does too .  when the answer they were looking for comes,  they’re slightly relaxed,  they know you can take care of yourself  .    sam lets go,  it’s deans turn now  - muttering how much this is a bad idea,  once again reinforcing how such a smart girl can be stupid .   when deans weak paddy is over,  you waste no time bringing back into a hug too  .  this is not goodbye for any of you,    this chapter you’re going on is just one that doesn’t involve the winchesters,  it’s your own  .      your eyes watch the impala pull away,  honking from dean that has a smile pulling at lips  ;  your own hand raises to forehead and offers a salute,   see you later  .  

   “  WHY DID YOU STAY  ?  “   chucks voice is filled with nothing but confusion,  his eyebrows creasing in the middle .  you’re another one who never failed to surprise him,    though unlike the winchesters,  you never actually disappointed him  .   it was hard to stay mad at someone who radiated hope and light,  it blinded even him at times  .  

   “  I’M STUPID “  you dare not say the truth,  that you loved him and your existence seemed bleak without the ( now ex ) god in it .  luckily your back is turned when saying this,  so you hope your voice doesn't give too much away .  turning on heel once spoken and wasting no time inching towards him and falling to your own knees .  wincing at the cuts and bruises there from what chuck did  (  he never hurt you,  just threw very hard,  a mercy to what he did to your brothers  )  -    your hands cup his face,   thumbs trailing under his eyes,  he’s been crying  -  probably the panic,  the realization of being moral no doubt  “  did you not want me to stay ?  “  

   CHUCK WANTS TO LAUGH .  not at you per say,  just at the situation as a whole,   between the way his rapid beating heart flutters in chest and the way your gentle hands seem to give him a taste of heaven,  he was a mess .   though all things considered,  he feels like he’s holding it together pretty well   “  i did .  i’ve always wanted you to stay  - “   his hands raise,  softly taking your wrists and pulling them away from face .  his hands cupping the back of yours,  thumb gently massaging your palm  “  about everything that - “  

   “  DON’T “  gentle but forceful,  urging the man to his feet,  it takes a moment as he’s still winded,  seemingly like a baby deer learning to walk again  “  we have a long time to talk about that  “  

   " WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO  ? "  you don't even know yourself,  and you have a feeling that chuck is aware of that  .  your breath is shaking as you try and gather thoughts,  eyes never leaving his as your heart hammers in your chest,  tongue rolling over chapped lips as they part,  what did you want to do  ?

   " ... LET'S JUST PRETEND,   just for a little while  "    pretend that what happened didn't, that everything chuck did never took place,  that he wasn't a god with control over the world .  that the last couple of decades didn't happen, that he's still the prophet you fell in love with.  pretend,  pretend like he had for the last trillion years .     

   " I CAN DO THAT "   it's what he's best at,  but he never really wanted to pretend with you .  it was just a necessity,  a way to keep the story flowing .  so he'll pretend once more,  if that's what you wish  -  but the facade wont last,  not again .  

[your-not-invisible-to-me]

The Imaginary Friend Masterlist

The Imaginary Friend 

Ship: Chuck Shurley x Original Female Character 

Summary: Ranger Winchester has spent her whole life immersed in the world of monsters, so the last thing she questions is being able to talk to a voice in her head. What happens when Ranger, Sam, and Dean are on a case, and she meets the owner of the voice she’s heard all her life? 

As of 2022, this fic is discontinued. That being said though, never say never! 

Chapters: 

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | 

[jokingmisfit]

Chuck 2.0

Chuck Shurley x Reader

Prompt- “Can I come in? I’m worried.”

Based on the theory that Chuck was just a prophet who became God!Chucks vessel. Basically, the reader was Chuck's friend and noticed he wasn’t answering calls and acting differently so they went to check on him.

It wasn't uncommon for Chuck to ignore calls or miss plans, but this felt different. He was always nervous and apologetic when he got to caught up in writing and ended up missing things. Recently, however, he hasn't even called back and sent texts saying "leave me alone im busy."

That's how I found myself here. I couldn't put aside the gut feeling something was wrong. Chuck has always been an introvert, yet something feels wrong. I just need to make sure he's okay.

I press down the rim off my shirt, and I press the doorbell, holding it longer than needed. Of course I'm nervous. I don't know what's going on with him. This sudden change is alarming.

I can hear him shuffling around. He, finally, opens the door. He looks at me annoyed then confused. I ring my hands together.

“Can I come in? I’m worried.”

He furrows his brows and and frowns.

"Why?"

I stare back. I sigh, "Just, please let me in."

"No." He said while narrowing his eyes.

"Chuck, please... I care about you and you're shutting me out... More than you ever have. I care about you too much to just let you walk out of my life. I don't understand what's going on with you but I'm here for you and if I did something please tell me and I'll fix it."

Standing here with him only makes me feel worse. It's like he's someone completely different. It's terrifying. I just want my friend back.

His face softens a bit, but it barely looks genuine. "Alright, come in."

He moves from the doorway, and I start walking in. As he closes the door I look around.

Everything is a lot cleaner than how Chuck normally keeps it. "You cleaned up... A lot." I let out a nervous laugh.

He looks around. "I got annoyed with the clutter." There's an air of tension surrounding him.

"Have you been sleeping?" I ask, "I know sometimes when you don't sleep you get restless and irritated."

"I've been sleeping fine, thank you." He didn't seem interested or genuine.

This is starting to piss me off. "So are you going to tell me what's going on or are you going to continue acting like... like whatever the hell this act is. You're freaking me out."

I draw my arms close and hug myself. Chuck and I never drifted apart or argued. We got along well because we understood each other. It's why we were best friends.

"Chuck, please, what's going on?" I can feel my eyes sting. I can feel my throat tighten.

Chuck walks closer. He grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug. I can't help but notice he melts into it quicker than I could.

"I'm writing Lucifer's, Michael's, Sam's, and Dean's final fight." He whispers. "It's stressful knowing that everything I write is really happening."

I pull away and cup his face. "I'm so sorry Chuck... I can't imagine what that's like. I guess I didn't really consider what you were going through. I'm so used to the normal things it slipped my mind all the unnatural things you go through."

He lends me a smile, it actually looks genuine this time. "I'll be okay. We're going to be ok."

"Good, because we have missed so many movie nights" I say, sighing out a laugh and Chuck huffs one out as well.

And when I saw the slight glimpse in his eyes I decided to ignore it for ignorant bliss.

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Yandere!Chuck Headcanons (SPN)

Requested by the amazing and wonderful @supernovasblogstuff​: I saw your Yandere Cowley and read it, I loved it!!I was wondering what a Yandere Chuck would be like...?I mean you suggested it at the end. So I was wondering if you could headconnon a Yandere Chuck? A/N: Fair warning: I haven’t watched further than season 10 yet so I haven’t actually seen Chuck as god yet and most of what I write is based on what I’ve read and seen and could be highly inaccurate

The thing with chuck is, that he’s god

He literally created this burning trash can

That’ the hard truth

Not to mention that he’s (more or less) all-powerfull

So, if he goes full on Yandere on you? Yeah you’re fucked. Like fucked fuck. LIke fuckedy, fucked fuck

Yeah you remember when I said you’re fucked when Crowley goes Yandere on you? 

that’s nothing against this one

But honestly I think all the humans on the world have rather good chance to not get into that situation

Why?

Because I think that Chuck wouldn’t be Yandere for just any old human

No, I think he goes further

Maybe during his years as a fake-human he found some qualities in women that he likes, but none of the actual human women would do for him, becuase he wants perfection, submission

So I think you’d be created by him

Just for him

He’d allow you to grow up like a normal human being, with human beings and humans surrounding you

But don’t be fooled, you’re not a normal human at all

You’re something else

And you’re protected

He’d probably have one of the big bad angels watch over you, giving some badshit reason like that you’re important for the apocalypse or something

And when he finally can’t take it anymore, if his want for your love and c o n t r o l e  becomes too much? then he’ll get you

You’ll wake up in the perfect house and he’ll be there to greet you

He’ll act like everything is normal and makes you breakfast like a good boyfriend

Now if you don’t play along, if you try to fight, if you’re being ‘bratty’

Then he’ll play the god part, makes you actively fear him 

He hopes that you’ll work through it quickly and then become his loving, perfect darling, the one he created just for him

If you don’t? If you keep on being so rediculously scared and childish?

Then he’ll just have to make you compliant and it’s not like it would be hard for him

Just a snap of his fingers and BAM! you’ll be madly in love with him

You’ll devote your life to him - voluntarily or not

Now I gotta be fair to good ol’ Chuck

He treats you very well, you’ll be the queen of heaven (until the Winchesters come along) and he’ll make sure that nothing and no-one can ever hurt you or take you away from him

Now that I’ve mentioned it already, let’s get a quick mention on the Winchesters

Since God is kinda a big part of their daily life they’ll try to “safe” you (or maybe just maybe ‘kidnap’ you to have a wager agains t Chuck) 

They won’t come far tho

This time God won’t bring them back, and neither will anything else be able too...

[sibsteria]

dating chuck shurley includes...

• baby is so sweet, like 70-30% of the time

• the 30% is him being wanky hot

• the beard anywhere on your skin

• he hums and even sometimes sings you to sleep because talent

• 'I love you' in his cute little voice

• listening to his stories and tales

• actually being interested because, like...he's God

• soft™

• he watches you fall asleep like it's a drug

• cheek kisses and morning coffee don't even protest

• giving him head massages because you can

• running your hands through beautiful waves

• his head on your stomach with his body between your legs

• passionate sex

• when he's playing dom, you'd better believe he growls like a motherfucker

• hugging you like you will disappear

• 'please, don't leave me'

• 'never'

• he shows you his extremely vulnerable side

• rough sex with the beard

• you lay on his chest while his hand strokes your hair

• sex in front of the fireplace

• hugs hugs hugs

• back breaking orgasms

• he knows what he's doing

• watching him write from afar

[narisjournal-blog]

These Nights

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Chuck x Reader

Fluff

Words: 1685

Notes: This was a request from honestly years ago and I’m such an asshole for only just posting this - I’m so so sorry. I haven’t included the name or request as it was quite personal. You know who you are :) This is of course a soft, fluffy, loving Chuck from before The Twist in Supernatural. 

Thanks for reading!

***

Warm water cascaded over your hair and your shoulders, soaking you in a chaotic, relentless stream. 

You had long finished your shower but still you stood unmoving in its grasp.

It was cold out there and dark. You held onto the reprieve a little longer.

You gave a heavy sigh.

‘I wish you would show your face,’ you said. ‘I wish... I need...’ 

you sighed again, shaking your head. 

Standing up, you turned off the shower and stepped out. 

You grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it round you, shivering. 

Once in your pyjamas you sat heavily on your bed and towelled at your hair. You gave up quickly and curled up on your bed, letting the tears flow. All you could see behind tightly closed lids was his face. Those big blue eyes, both gentle and stern at the same time. Chuck- the god you never knew you needed. 

What would he think of you now? You so desperately wanted to see him, but not like this. He would be so disappointed, you thought. 

‘I wish I could be what you want me to be,’ you choked out. 

You always intended to pray before bed; to check in, pay respects and show you were thankful. Like in the movies, knelt by your bed, peaceful and worthy. 

But it never worked out like that. The more you thought about what you wanted to say, the more overwhelmed you became and realised he would never have the time to sit and listen to all of that. 

You began to shiver, partly from your damp hair but mostly from the despair that was taking hold of you.

You felt the mattress dip and you gasped. Then you felt a warm hand on your back and his calm took over you.

You looked up into big blue eyes, full of concern. 

‘Do you really believe that?’ Said Chuck softly. ‘That I don’t have time for you?’

‘It’s not... I mean... I’m just a giant waste of your time. I’m sorry,’ you cringed. 

‘Please,’ He said. ‘Don’t ever apologise for existing.’ Chuck gave your arm a squeeze. ‘And no, you’re not.’

You wiped your eyes and sat up.

‘You have far more important things and I’ve dragged you here.’

‘With all due respect, y/n, you don’t get to tell me how to spend my time.’

You couldn’t look in his eyes long. They broke you. There was so much love that you just couldn’t handle. 

Your shame made you wish you were alone again. 

‘But you don’t really want me to leave, do you?’ He stated softly. 

You continued looking down at the bed.

After an abnormally long silence you gave the smallest shake of your head and sighed. 

‘Is there anything you want to talk about?’ He said, hand resting on your back just below your damp hair.

You shrugged and stuttered. ‘I ... there’s...’ 

So much, you thought. But I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around it. 

You knew he could hear you.

You know what, sometimes I’m just so tired of trying to figure this all out or having to figure out what I mean or where I belong. Sometimes I need you to just tell me! Sometimes I need...

‘Sometimes words are hard. I understand.’

You held your forehead in your hands, as if in some desperate attempt to hide your face. The man was infuriating. You wanted to scream at him, but all you could do was huff out a breath. He could feel you shaking by now. 

‘But you know sometimes the best way to figure things out and understand your needs is to talk. Even if it seems stupid or redundant to you in this moment.’

‘You’re God,’ you almost whispered. ‘You know everything. It is redundant.’

This is why you were better alone. You drew your knees up to your chest and buried your face in your arms.

‘Look you can just go,’ you mumbled. ‘I’m sorry.’ 

He obviously knew what you were going through but was choosing not to help and you felt embarrassed you had even thought about bringing him here. 

After a long silence you realised his hand had not moved from your back. 

‘I’m not going anywhere.’ 

You lifted your head and chanced a glance sideways at him. Your gaze was met by the brightest blue and a rush of warmth and love flooded you again. You looked away.

‘Ok, here’s a deal. You tell me about one thing that’s on your mind and then no more talking, I promise. Deal?’

You sighed heavily. You spoke as the words formed in your mind, slowly and broken up.

‘I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I feel like...’ you swallowed the lump In Your throat but it didn’t stop your voice from cracking.

‘I feel like I’m not ... not good enough at anything... like I just...’ your voice dropped to a whisper. ‘Take up space.’ 

Chuck rested his head against yours and pulled you into him closer with a sigh. 

He kissed the top of your head and pulled back, brushing hair from your face. His eyes connected with yours and you felt a weight lift of your chest before he had even spoken.

‘Y/N, you matter so much to me. I created you and I have no regrets. I am proud of you every single day because of how strong you are.’

You looked away. ‘I’m not.’

‘Don’t argue with me,’ he said, his voice firm and authoritative now.

Your head whipped back up, surprised by his tone.

Piercing blue charged right through to your soul when he looked into your eyes now.

‘You are strong,’ he affirmed. ‘Strong doesn’t feel easy. You’re stronger than you know.’

Tears began to spill once more, but this time it felt like freedom. For that moment as he held you, you felt truly safe. Loved.

He continued. ‘It might not be clear now. You feel a little lost, I can see that. Trust me. I’ve got you, and you have so much purpose.’

Your shoulders shook as you cried, and he squeezed you once more. Without speaking, he helped you dry your hair, holding you when you shivered.

‘Can you make it warmer?’ you whispered, teeth chattering. He chuckled, pulling the bedcovers back and helping you into bed.

You lay down, curled up on your side and felt Chuck’s warmth move through you as he lay next to you.

You didn’t need to say anything else. You just lay there, allowing yourself to feel safe and relaxing fully for the first time in maybe years. Chuck stroked your hair and said softly, ‘You haven’t been sleeping too good.’

His hand rested on your forehead and you felt a peace radiate from his palm.

‘Goodnight,’ he whispered as you felt your eyelids close and the calm of sleep envelope you.

**

It was already light when you woke, which hadn’t happened for a very long time. Your cheeks flushed with warmth and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Your mind slowly uncoiled itself and you rolled onto your back to find the bedsheets beside you cold. He was gone. Of course he was gone.

Had he really meant all those things, or was he just trying to get some peace away from your spiralling thoughts?

You breathed in deeply, trying not to let your mind poison the calm you had felt with him and – was that cinnamon you smelled? You sat up. It was definitely cinnamon. Sweet cinnamon, and you could hear music. No, singing. You could hear singing.

Pulling a hoodie on, you stood up and made your way downstairs towards the sound.

And there in your kitchen, pulling something out of the oven and humming to himself, was Chuck.

He turned as you entered and beamed. ‘Right on time,’ he said.

‘Did you make cinnamon buns?’

‘I know how much you love them, but never have the energy to make them.’ He placed the tray down on the heat proof mat on the side. Mixing bowls lay strewn clumsily about the sink. Of all the thoughts you could have had in that moment, you honestly wondered if God was going to wash the dishes.

‘You’ve made a mess,’ you added, nodding in that direction.

Chuck raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest.

‘I mean… Thank you,’ you garbled. ‘I- thank you. I love them.’ You surveyed the kitchen once again.

‘But couldn’t you just, you know…’ you pointed your finger, indicating using his powers.

‘Ah, that’s no fun,’ he shrugged.

Chuck leaned across to the cafetiere you had forgotten you had and pushed the top down.

‘I thought you’d have gone. I was expecting you to be gone when I woke up.’

Chuck smiled again. ‘I’m never really gone, you know,’ he said. He poured coffee into a mug and handed it to you, the heat sharp against your palm. ‘I’m always here. Next time you taste coffee, remember this moment.’

You sipped the strong liquid and savoured the taste.

‘Next time you lie in bed feeling alone, remember me there next to you.’

‘Next time I wash the dishes, I’ll remember when you used my kitchen,’ you said with a smirk.

‘Next time you taste a cinnamon bun’- you cut him off.

‘I get the idea, Chuck. So are those ready to eat, or what?’

He chuckled as he divided them onto plates and guided you over to the kitchen table.

And for the first time in forever, the day ahead was filled with hope and the promise that you were not doing this alone.

***

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[spn-imagines-nation]

“You’re not gonna end my world like this. I won’t let you. And you should’ve known i wouldn’t not agree. Why did you show me this?”

“Because I wanted to know how desperate you can be. I wanted to see if you could become a protagonist instead of staying an insignificant side character. Oddly enough, you exceeded my expectations.”

[canyouimaginethatstory]

Chuck X Reader Imagine #3 (REQUESTED)

Author Note: This was requested by an Instagram reader for a friends birthday.

Chuck had been sitting at his computer for hours. Working on a new series of books. He took off his glasses and placed them on top of a stack of papers on his desk as he stood and stretched. He had gotten pretty good at acting human over the eons and even better when he met you. Even given who he was and the fact that he created everyone and everything he never expected one of his creations to captivate him as you did. Of course, you had no idea who he truly was. He really didn't know if he wanted you to know. How would he even start to explain it? He thought at first maybe he could just plain out tell you. But then he quickly threw that idea out.

Someone tells someone they love they're God may just freak them out or make them thank you were crazy. He then thought maybe displaying his powers would work but then again that might scare you and he didn't want to do that either. So he just decided until he could come up with a way that wouldn't freak you out he would keep his true identity to himself. Chuck looked at the clock. it was eight in the morning. It was officially your birthday. He decided he would make you breakfast in bed. He headed into the kitchen and gathered everything he needed. It was true he could just snap up everything but he felt cooking it from scratch would have more meaning plus cooking was one of the few human things he found joy in.

He made waffles and bacon. He also made sure to get a cup of fresh orange juice and headed upstairs. He gently pushed the door open and peaked in. You were still sound asleep. The hint of a smile on your face. Chuck couldn't help but admire you. He knew without any doubt you were his most beautiful and most pure creation. He placed the tray of food on the nightstand. He leaned down and placed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead. You murmured a little as you opened your eyes. "Good morning Y/N," Chuck greeted, "happy birthday,". You smiled.

"Thank you, Chuck," you said sitting up. The smell of freshly cooked food hitting your nose, "what smells so good?".

"I made you breakfast," he said getting up and placing the tray on your lap.

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[superwholockian444]

GUYS!! NASA discovered a parallel universe right? Well I’m watching Supernatural and Chuck and Sam are talking about universes and then Chuck says “ones in reverse.” THATS THE ONE NASA DISCOVERED!!! BUT SUPERNATURAL CALLED IT FIRST!

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Supernatural Scrapbook

Supernatural Scrapbook https://ift.tt/RUYlxDH by Delusional_fantasising This is a one-shot book and I am open for many ships or x reader requests as long as it isn't incest. My favourite ships: Dean and Castiel Bobby Singer and Crowley (Crack ship) Sam and Eileen Leahy Adam and Michael Words: 1443, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel's Trenchcoat (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Gabriel's Vessel (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Jack Kline Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Sweet Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sweet Castiel (Supernatural), Gay, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Openly Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Slow Dancing, Romance, Castiel Confesses Feelings for Dean Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Archangel Gabriel (Supernatural), Heaven, Heaven & Hell, One Shot Collection, Dean Winchester Loves Pie, Dean Winchester Loves The Impala via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/5Zd9QRV October 06, 2024 at 03:25PM

[wnchstr-stuff]

i love the fact that our fandom has many smut fanfiction about God

but still

WHY

[writingtoforgetreality]

I thought he could help us (Dean Winchester x Reader)

[Supernatural-Masterlist]

Summary: You were sure that you guys will never be able to beat Chuck, or better said, God. After literally trying everything, an idea popped into your head. Of course you would not tell anyone, knowing the guys, especially Dean, would freak out. So you did what you thought was right: sneaking out one night to go & talk to Chuck.

Words: 2,872

Warnings: angst, language, Chuck being Chuck, protective Dean, mentions of cheating, fluffy ending bc I can´t write a heartbreaking story

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You should all be happy right now. Everything you had ever wanted was right in front of you. Dean, the best boyfriend you could have ever imagined. Sam, who was like a big brother to you. Cas, the awkward friend you had never wanted but also somehow craved. Last but not least, Jack, who you would die for in a heartbeat. Being hunters had never been easy. The supernatural beings that lived in the dark corners always haunting you but you learned to fight them. They were scared of your badass team, not the other way round. So why, why the hell did Chuck have to make life so much harder for you? A few years ago, you all got together to fight Amara only to find out now that he had everything planned out for you guys. How fucked up could one being be? And how fucked up was it that this being was the God out of everyone?

“This is useless!” you breathed out.

The entire team was seated in the library, desperate to find something, anything slightly helpful. This was how your days looked like if you did not have a case. Just sitting around the big ass table, reading lore & hoping you would find a clue how to defeat God. Defeat God...was that even possible? Right now, you were not so sure but you could not stop now. Not after everything you had been through. This should be easy, right?

“(Y/N)…“ Sam sighed. “We´ve been through this, haven´t we?“ he tried reasoning.

“Well, apparently this entire thing doesn´t help one bit. I don´t understand how you guys can just sit there & do the same shit over & over again. We´re fucked, okay? The sooner we realize this, the better.“ you started growing frustrated.

“Sweetheart…” Dean started speaking up.

“No, Dean! I´m tired. Clearly, reading books for days is not the answer. We need to start thinking outta the box, y´know?” you were hinting your idea but not daring to speak it out loud. They would kill you, for sure. Or ask if you were insane. How could you not in this situation.

“Out of the box...Means what exactly?” Dean looked at you in confusion, obviously not knowing what you were truly saying.

“Look, (Y/N), we have three hunters, a nephilim who is stronger than everything I´ve ever seen & an angel.” this was Cas´ voice that made you look up to him.

“We can do this together, (Y/N), I´m sure!” the confidence in Jack´s voice made you smile slightly. He sure was a little naive but he just wanted to keep the team positive which was cute, really.

“You know what, guys? I need a little break. You do, too. Let´s just stop for today, clear our heads & start again tomorrow. Now, how does that sound?” you faked a smile, unaware to the others. You had become quite trained in faking emotions. That came with being a hunter, you guessed.

The others nodded at you, closed their books & made their way out of the library.

It was 10 pm when you checked the time. As far as you could tell, the entire bunker was asleep, which was good considering the thing you were about to do. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Dean sleeping soundly. Ever since the two of you had started sleeping in one bed, the nightmares were not as frequent anymore. You silently made your way out of your shared room, only taking your phone with you. A few hours prior, you had already prepared an outfit & placed it in the garage. This way, you would not wake anybody. Still, while walking down the halls, you tried to be as quiet as possible, making sure nobody was up & wandering in the bunker. Arriving at the garage, you let out a breath you did not know you were holding. You started thinking now. Was this really the right decision? Everyone else would have said that you were about to commit suicide. On the other hand, you did not really have a choice. If you did not do this, you would die anyway. There was nothing left to lose. Stripping out of your oversized t-shirt you once stole from Dean, you imagined to conversation you were about to have. Then you stopped for a second. What if he decided not to show up at all? He was not able to track you guys, thanks to Cas who burned some sort of marks into your ribs. Throwing on your outfit, you knew you had to give it a try. Just telling him your coordinates, in a prayer, of course. He had to show up. Before the overthinking got the best of you, you tucked your phone in one of your pockets & made your way outside in the chilly air. Due to the adrenaline you felt, you could barely feel the coldness hitting your skin.

After a while of walking, a park bench came into your view. Right at a crossroad. You had never been there but that was what you wanted to achieve. Being as far away from your family as possible. There was not a single car which somehow comforted & scared you at the same time. Seating yourself onto one side of the bench, you fiddled with your hands in your lap. A few deep breaths steadied you & after a couple of minutes, you were sure that you were ready. It was now or never.

“Um...hi, God...Chuck, I mean. Here´s (Y/N), you know, the one who´s with the Winchesters & stuff. I know you can hear me & you´re probably asking yourself why the hell I decided to pray to you. Funny enough, I´m sorta lost. We are, actually. I know you could kill me if I give you my location now but honestly, I don´t really care right now. Look, I just wanna talk, okay? I´m alone here, it´s just me & I hope you are open to talk to me here, Collar Road 16. I´ll be here until the sun starts to rise. If you don´t show up, okay, that´s fine but I would really appreciate it if you decide to come. I´ll be here.” your voice was low, scared that someone would hear you even though you were completely alone. Checking your phone, you had no new notifications. Perfect, you managed to sneak out. It was Chuck´s turn now. The sunrise was hours away so you hoped he would come & talk to you (& not kill you, that would be nice).

Seconds turned into minutes & minutes into hours. You started losing hope. How dumb were you to think God wanted to talk to you when you were literally trying to find a way to kill him?

“Kinda dangerous for you to be here alone, without your boyfriend to protect you, don´t you think?” Chuck´s voice startled you & you looked at him in surprise. Not wanting him to sense your nervousness, you cleared your throat & straightened your posture.

“I can handle myself, thanks for your concern.” smirking at him, his eyes bored into you which sent a shiver down your spine. You felt so uncomfortable under his presence that you almost forgot the reason you two were here.

“Attitude, I see.” he chuckled.

“You were busy, huh? Letting me wait for so long.”

“Actually, no. Just wanted to test your patience.” Chuck had so much fun & your anger started to rise. You knew though, that one wrong word could have you killed so you took a deep breath.

“I wanna talk to you.” you stated the obvious.

“I figured that much. So? Go ahead.” Chuck turned so his body was facing you, signaling you that he was paying attention to what you wanted to get off your chest.

“I´m pretty sure you know about our little...plan to, well, you know...stop you?” the last part came more out as a question, not wanting to cross any lines. He was God after all. He raised his eyebrows, motioning for you to continue.

“I´m not gonna lie, we didn´t find shit, okay? Like, we´re stuck. And I hate the fact that we´re at a point where almost everyone thinks the only solution is to fight each other. Yeah, I don´t agree with everything you did but that doesn´t mean that I´d like to kill you. You´re God, after all, you created this beautiful place which does have flaws, I´m not gonna deny that.” Chuck let out a laugh at that & you kept going.

“I´m tired of keeping this fight up. Hunting the supernatural, I´m fine with, I can deal with that but fighting against you? That´s something I really don´t wanna do.” you rambled. Even tears started forming, you did not want to cry in front of him but you could not hold back any longer.

“Who knows you´re here, talking to me?” he completely ignored everything you just said & earned a confused look from you.

“Really? That´s what matters? Nobody, okay? I didn´t tell anyone because I knew they would try to stop me somehow. Could you, like, give me any reaction to what I told you?” the frustration was audible & the tears now were forming because of his ignorance.

“(Y/N).” he started. “I hope you know that, out of all of them, I like you the most. That´s why I came here, that´s why I let you talk. Would Sam or Dean sit here, I´d kill them, well, obviously making it look like an accident, I´m not dumb. You´re special, (Y/N), you should be grateful you´re still alive. I´ll give you a choice. Either, you start working with me & you´ll see why I act that way or...you´re going back to your boys & we´re officially at war. Just know, if you walk away now, I won´t be as kind. Your decision, darling.” he shot you a smile but stopped when he saw the rage inside your eyes. He thought you would join him, he really did. You knew your answer, though.

“Fuck. You. You. Asshole.” your voice sounded monotone. You could not look at him anymore, all you did was getting up & running away as fast as possible, scared that he might follow you. Obviously, he did not. You made your choice & even though he was mad at you, he knew preparing for the fight was a better idea.

While you were running, the tears streamed down your face. Why were you so upset with Chuck´s answer? It was not like you did not know him & his intentions. You just truly thought you could change him. The sun had already started rising & you just hoped you were not too late. You were not in the mood to come up with a lie when someone of the guys asked you where you were. Forgetting you should enter through the garage because it was way more quiet, you opened the main door, flinching when it squeaked. But before you could even process that, you could hear a rather mad voice from downstairs.

“Look who decided to show up.” Dean sounded so cold, you could barely recognize his voice. Looking down, you saw Sam, Dean, Cas & Jack all seated around the big table in the main room. Shit, you were gone too long. Of course, your day could get worse, amazing.

“Guys, I can explain, I swear.” honestly, you just wanted to win time to think of a lie to tell them.

“Cut the crap, (Y/N)!” Dean almost screamed. “Get down. Now.” his voice was demanding. To be honest, you were never scared of Dean but right now, you could feel yourself shaking.

“Dean, calm down, okay? Let´s talk about it like matures.” Sam always made sure you felt comfortable & right now, he could tell you were frightened.

“Calm down?! Sure, everyone would be completely calm if their girlfriend sneaks out at night & screws another man.”

“Dean? Are you saying I´m cheating on you? Are you serious? After everything you still don´t trust me?” you were full on sobbing, trying to keep yourself together but failing miserably.

“I wish I could say I trust you but it makes sense, really. You being so distant lately & now, sneaking out in the middle of the night, hoping none of us realizes. You´ve got to be a bit smarter, though.” Dean was hurting but he did not dare to show it, wanting you to feel bad.

“(Y/N)? You do owe us an explanation.” Cas´ voice was calm & made you feel a bit more at ease.

“Maybe she should just go back to whoever she was fucking, that´s better for all of us.” Dean said these hurtful words without even looking at you. He hated seeing you break down like that. You were taken aback. Dean, your Dean, wanted you to leave. This was all a big misunderstanding. As much as you hated it, you knew you had to clear things up. If you were about to leave, then at least with making sure Dean knew you were not cheating on him.

“Please...let me explain, please.” pleading, you looked over to Jack but he would not meet your gaze. Your eyes wandered off to Sam´s & he was the most understanding in this situation which you were thankful for.

“Sit down, yeah?” Sam pulled a chair out for you to sit. The others took the chairs opposite of you so you were facing them all. Well, not all, Dean´s eyes were glued to the floor & you could not even be mad at him. You were aware of his trust issues, of course.

“I´ve been distant because we were continuing a work that brought us nowhere. I tried figuring out what we could do to...to keep this upcoming fight away. I knew the only way was to talk to…um, you know, to talk to God.” that made Dean snap his eyes towards you. No, you did not. You looked into his eyes, seeing the disappointment & that hurt you like crazy.

“Um, anyway, I waited until you guys were asleep to go out & talk to him. Obviously far, far away from the bunker, I didn´t wanna bring you guys in danger.” while you said that you made sure to look rigt at Dean so he knew you were mainly talking about him.

“He showed up after I prayed to him. We talked, well, more like I tried to convince him to stop this stupid fight. All he said was that I could join him & work with him or I go back to you guys & the next time he sees us...he´ll kill me, us. Then I started running back home, he didn´t follow me if you´re concerned about that.” you hated how your voice shook trough your words. You were met with a silence but not a bad silence, the faces of Sam, Cas & Jack were full of relief. Mainly because you were alright but also because they knew you just wanted to help. Dean´s expression, on the other hand, you could not quite read.

“We´ll leave you two alone for now.” & with that Sam got up & rubbed your back. He motioned for Cas & Jack to follow him. Now, you were left with Dean only. Not knowing what to do, you decided to speak up.

“I´m sorry, De-.” but you were cut off by his voice, now much softer as earlier.

“He could´ve killed you, sweetheart. He could´ve killed you & I wouldn´t even have had a chance to say goodbye. The thought of losing you scares the shit out of me, okay?” Dean´s eyes were glistening & you felt bad that you were the reason why he felt that way.

“I´m so so sorry. I shouldn´t have done this, I know. I just...I didn´t know another way. I thought we had a chance if I go talk to him. I was wrong & I´m sorry I scared you. And I´m even more sorry that you thought I´d be cheating on you. I love you, Dean. Only you. Forever, I promise.” a few tears rolled down your cheeks & Dean got up, walked over to you & took you in for a long hug. You cried into his shirt, just glad he was with you.

“I know why you did it, I do. You always want to make it easier for us & I appreciate it. Just, next time you have such an idea, promise me you tell us, me at least. Then we can work something out, together, something way safer, okay? Just promise me.” he whispered into your ear, his words carefully chosen, wanting to make sure you knew how much he felt for you.

“I promise, Dean.” you looked up at him only to find his eyes already focused on you.

“I love you, (Y/N).” & with that, he pulled you in for a kiss that showed you how much he cared for you. Maybe you could not convince God but you had the best people & you were sure you would figure something out sooner or later.

Published (06/24/2020) by Cathy

[cryinginbooks]

Imagine...

... finding out your boyfriend, Chuck Shurley, is God

“So you’re God, like God God, like ‘I created the world God’”

“Yes, you could put it like that”

“Thats so fucking cool”