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[this-is-spn20]

Day 18 of Christmas: Snuggle Up on the Couch 

You swung your apartment door open and stepped inside, desperate to escape the cold. Sam and Dean ran in behind you, still laughing to themselves as you scurried to turn on the heater. You probably should’ve done that before you’d all left. Oops. You guys drank enough hot chocolate while you were out to fill your stomachs to bursting. You couldn’t take another sip from another cup. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to look at another cup for the next month. You laughed at yourself, knowing damn well that wasn’t true. Dean turned on your tv in the living room while Sam went into the bathroom to freshen himself up.

You went to your bedroom, closed your door, and proceeded to undress and put on some comfortable pajamas before heading back into the living room where Sam and Dean were on opposite ends of the couch, conversing with each other. You plopped down in the middle of them and asked if they’d found anything good to watch. Dean said he was trying to look. Dean finally found some sort of action film to watch. You loved action movies, but you couldn’t focus on the movie. The heater hadn’t kicked up completely yet and you were freezing. 

Dean, being the ever-observant person he was, noticed your poor attempt to stop your shivering. He reached over your shoulders and grabbed your throw blanket hanging over the middle of your couch and draped it over your shoulders. He then reached his arm around your shoulders again, pulling your body into his. You tensed up for a moment before relaxing into Dean’s warm body. Sam looked over at the two of you, and you noticed he looked uncharacticalisticly jealous. You giggled and beckoned him to lay on your lap. He smiled and moved down the couch so his legs would dangle over the edge and Sam gently laid his head on your lap, moving your left so that it dangled on his shoulder. You blushed at the potentially exposing position you were in. If anyone walked in on you guys right now, you didn’t even want to know what they would think. 

But there you all were. Comfortable, and though it took a while, you were warm. And as you drifted off to sleep, you slowly didn’t care. 

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Home: Chapter 11 (The End)

Sam Winchester x Reader (F)

Y/N has become much  closer to the younger Winchester brother. But just as their relationship  is beginning, Y/N is called back home for a family emergency.

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Sam had called you to say the hunt went fine and that they were on there way back, which was definitely a good thing, but you had those same thoughts you’d had when Collin was doing good. You’d felt useless the whole time. The next hunt couldn’t come quick enough, it seemed.

On the plus side, the bunker was probably the cleanest it had ever been. You were going crazy sat around doing nothing, so you started by sorting the library shelves, but it ended up being some huge spring-clean and then suddenly there was nothing left. The bunker looked good, even you had to admit that. And after that supply run, which, like the sort-out, escalated and became a full-shop, there was quite literally no upkeep that needed doing. Well, nothing except that lightbulb that never stopped flickering, which you were working on.

You were perched on a stool, various tools in hand as you cut at the wires and soldered in the correct ones. That damn light had been driving you all mad since you moved in so it was about time it got fixed. That was actually how Sam and Dean found you, fiddling with the light-switch to test out whether or not the bulb worked. “What are you doing?” Dean asked. He looked amused, if nothing else. “Notice anything, different?” You raised an eyebrow, turning the lights on. Sam chuckled, “you mean, other than the insanely clean room?” “I actually cleaned the whole place, but-“ “You son of a bitch!” Dean laughed, “you fixed the light!” Sam looked up to where the flicker always used to be, “no way…” “You’re welcome,” you smirked, earning a grin from the pair.

It really was the little things.

“You didn’t uh,” Dean swallowed nervously, “you didn’t clean my room, did you?” You put on a serious voice, “no person is fit for such a task.” Sam laughed, but he then frowned, “what about my room?” “Why, you got something to hide?” “I could do,” Sam smirked. “Well you hid it well then, didn’t you?” You retorted, spinning on your feet to take the tools back to the garage.

Sam followed after you, not wanting to break the conversation, “you’re doing good.” The way he phrased it was as though he wasn’t sure whether or not it was a question. “I called Collin,” you admitted, placing the tools back in the cabinet, “and he’s good. So, I’m good.” “You know that’s not how it works right?” Sam’s expression found that concerned look he carried. “Not for you, you’re the youngest,” you gave him a tight smile, “but I’m okay. I’m not the best and yeah I get moments where all I wanna do is dig a hole and sit in it… but I’m okay.” “Really?” Sam’s smile was back, “that’s your coping method?” “Don’t judge me,” you giggled, turning round to face Sam. He was a lot closer than you thought, his smile gentle. You looked up at him and what Dean and Collin had said to you ran through your mind.

“What is it, Y/N?” “Did Dean happen to talk to you while you were on the hunt?” The question left your lips before you could overthink it. You knew you had to ask eventually. “About what?” Sam looked more nervous than usual. “Us…” “I mean,” Sam cleared his throat, “he’s always making jokes, you know?” “Yeah…” you tried to laugh, but you just stared at him. “Why?” “Uh- I don’t know- I guess- I guess I’m just wondering what this is.” You could feel your heart beginning to race and your cheeks flush and in a desperate attempt to not panic, you silently begged Sam to answer faster. “Y/N, with what happened to Isaac, I just don’t want you to feel rushed into anything. I don’t want you to feel like we don’t have time to figure this out when you’re ready.” “What if I am, though?” You began to fidget with your hands, running your index finger along your thumbnail. Sam sighed sympathetically, slowly bringing his hands between yours and holding them. He took in a shakey breath, as though ready to say something else, something wise, no doubt. However, you cut in. “Sam, I spent years avoiding my brothers because I wasn’t ready. But I was just scared. And look how well that turned out,” you bit your inner lip and looked Sam in the eye, “so yes, I’m scared. Especially as a hunter. And frankly, I don’t think there’s ever gonna be a good time for this. But that doesn’t mean I’m not ready.” “You’re sure?” Sam was hesitant, taking extra care to make sure you were okay. “I never thought I’d have a home after my Mum kicked me out,” you whispered, “but here feels like home. You feel like home.”

Sam’s hands softly made their way to your face, where he guided you towards his. He leaned down slowly, eyes closed, and pressed his lips gingerly against yours. You leant in too, a tender passion melting between you both as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, his hair ever-so-slightly tickling the backs of your hands. You had to hold back the smile, not wanting to break the kiss too early. Sam’s thumb caressed your jawline and cheek, his hold firm yet soft. Sam then smiled and pulled back a little.

“You’re wrong,” Sam noted as you looked up. “Thank you?” You frowned, making him chuckle. “You said there’s never gonna be a good time for this,” Sam reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “but this feels just right.”

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[were-all-idjits-here]

Still Alive, Part II: Purgatory A La Astra

Summary While watching the season 7 finale of Supernatural, you're zapped from your world to a world where everything that happened in the show is real. Sam's real. Dean's real. Monsters are real. And so is Purgatory--where Dean's currently trapped, unbeknownst to Sam. How convenient that you end up getting zapped into his backyard. But now for the hard part: trying to convince Sam you're telling the truth. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, cursing

A/N: It's been awhile since I've seen this part of the show and I don't 100% know how astral projection works, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Thanks so much for reading. 

~~Read here on AO3~~

What was it with going to sleep one place and then waking up in the next? You blinked, slowly sitting up as you rubbed your eyes and took in the dreary, dark forest around you. This had to be a dream, right? You took a moment to scan your surroundings, jumping as several twigs snapped a few yards behind you. You quickly rose to a crouch, your hand closing around a large branch that had fallen from one of the trees. When there was no further sound or movement, you slowly began to get up. Right as you found your feet, a dark shape suddenly slammed into you, knocking the branch from your hand. You winced as your back hit the hard bark of a tree and were pinned in place.

“Where’s the angel?” a rough voice asked.

Your eyes flew open, coming face to face with none other than Dean Winchester. You stared for a moment, your mouth moving but no sound coming out. This had to all be some sort of acid dream…

“Answer me!” Dean pressed you further against the tree and you could feel the rough bark scraping you through your PJ shirt.

PJs—wait, you were in the PJs you had bought at the Target by the motel. The same ones you had worn to go to sleep in the motel room. You hadn’t been wearing them when you’d first made contact with Sam. So at least that part was real. But how the holy fuck did you get to Purgatory? You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to recall anything that might be helpful and remembered during your research at the library, you’d found out the motel had been built on top of an ancient Native American site that was supposedly used for astral projection. There were stories that some of the old magics used still lingered. Maybe something had happened while you’d been dreaming?

“I don’t, I’m—Jesus…” You didn’t know what to say. Having Sam Winchester point a gun at you in a normal backyard of a normal house was one thing. Dean Winchester holding a makeshift machete to your throat and pinning you against a tree in Purgatory where he’d been trapped with nothing but monsters for six months: completely different level of oh, fuck. “I’m not a monster, I swear—”

Dean eyed you for a moment with an expression you couldn’t identify. You hadn’t even gotten used to the fact that the Dean Winchester was standing in front of you when he reached a hand into his pocket and whipped it up to your face. You flinched, expecting a punch, but were met with water splashing over your face instead. Next, he roughly grabbed your palm and pressed a small silver ring into the middle of it. When nothing happened, he frowned, staring at you for a minute before taking several large steps back. You leaned on your knees for support as you caught your breath.

“You’re…human,” he finally said, staring at you as if you’d grown a second head.

You nodded, rubbing the sore spot on your neck where the machete had been. “I…I don’t know how I got here. Sam dropped—”

“Sam?” Dean walked closer, his eyes large and hopeful. “My brother, Sam? Sam Winchester?”

“Yeah.”

“Is he looking for me? Are you helping him?”

You nodded. “Sort of. Apparently, the motel I’m at is famous for old magic that’s still hanging around from the Native Americans that lets you astral project, so I’m not sure if that’s how I got here.”

“So where’s Sam?”

You took a moment to look Dean over while you tried to figure out what to say. He was covered in dirt and grime, the strange gray pallor that hung over Purgatory making it even worse. Dried blood coated his face, hair and clothes, which were also torn and dirty. He’d already been here six months, but still looked like he could pick you up and crush you with his bare hands.

“I…don’t have a good way to explain without telling you everything.”

Dean nodded, motioning you deeper into the woods towards a small fire burned with a bag next to it. Dean sat a few feet away, still wary of you. You launched into the same tale you told Sam, trying to keep it concise as strange sounds circled around you in the dark, unsurprised when Dean started giving the same quiz about his life that Sam had. When he was finally satisfied, he turned his attention to the fire and was quiet for several minutes, absentmindedly picking the grime out from under his fingernails with the tip of the machete.

“You don’t think I sound insane?” you finally asked.

“I don’t think anything is insane anymore,” he replied, finally returning his attention to you. “Plus you showed up in Purgatory completely clean and in…” he grimaced, “cat PJs.”

You glanced down at your shirt. “What’s wrong with cats?”

“They’re cats!”

“It’s not like I have matching bottoms!”

“Yeah, well, at least you have that going for you.”

“Hey!”

Dean shrugged, trying to appear annoyed, but it seemed like he was relieved to have contact with another human being. Albeit an astral projected (if that’s what had happened) one. “Anyway, why are you helping Sam find me? Why not just go home?”

You paused as you thought about what you wanted to say. “Just after watching so long and getting so attached to you guys, I just wanted to help where I could. Plus, Sam has no idea how to get me home anyway. And, I’ve already had this conversation with Sam and I’m not having it again: my life at home is shit and worthless and I know the hunting life fucking sucks, but at least you’re doing something. You’re helping people and saving people and I want to be a part of that.”

“You can’t seriously want to stay here—”

“I can and I’m going to.”

“This isn’t a life you want, kid.” He gestured to his surroundings. “Look where it got me. Maybe you don’t have much back at home, but at least you’re safe. There aren’t monsters.”

“There are monsters. They just look different.”

Dean stared at you as if trying to pull something from your eyes. You stared back with just as much intensity, trying to let him know without words how much you needed a purpose. You weren’t stupid, you knew the risks of this life. But your life back home was going nowhere. Despite the risks of the hunting life, at least you could do some good, leave a legacy if the worst should happen. You could save people and maybe even save yourself.

Dean shrugged. “Okay. But don’t say later that you didn’t realize what you were getting yourself into.”

“I won’t. But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. There’s a way out of here. Well, for humans at least.”

“According to the show?”

“Yeah. There’s a portal. Humans aren’t supposed to be here, and the portal will help you escape. There’s a vampire named Benny that can take you to it.”

Dean thought for a moment. “I need to find Cas first. The show doesn’t say where he is, does it?”

You shook your head. “He just kind of shows up. I think you need to find Benny first, then you find Cas.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, but how do we get you back to…the motel or whatever? I’m assuming you and Sam will be waiting on the other side of wherever this portal leads?”

“Um…”

“What? Is Sam okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine, he just…sort of…”

Dean’s eyes were an intense green in the dark that seemed to yank the information out of you at will. “He what?”

“He, um, said he didn’t know if he believed me and every time I asked him how we would move forward, he just danced around the question and kept saying he would be in touch to figure out how to get me home. He put me up in a motel close to his house—well, his girlfriend’s house—and just told me to stay put.”

Dean’s face was an unreadable wall for several seconds. He finally turned away, but you could see the information had bothered him. “I’m sure he’s just trying to keep you safe while he figures something out.” He turned his eyes back to you. “You’re sure you want to become a hunter? You’re 100% positive that’s what you want, that this life is better than what you have at home or what you could possibly have in the future at home?”

“Yes, 100%.”

Dean signed. “All right, well if you’re gonna be dumb, you should at least be smart about it. If I make it out of here alive, Sammy and I will show you the ropes.”

You nod, breathing a sigh of relief.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

A shrill noise suddenly fills your head and you squeeze your eyes shut as your head rings. When you open them again, you recognize the motel room ceiling above you. Daylight spills in through the gap in the curtains and as you glance around the room, you realize the shrill noise is your phone ringing. You see Sam’s name on the screen and quickly sit up to answer. “Sam?”

“Hey,” you hear his voice on the other end. “How you holding up?”

“Um, I’m okay. Just woke up.”

“Sorry if I woke you.” He sighed. “So, I have this friend name Lee that I called to come help you. He’s a hunter and has dealt with some weird, interdimensional shit before and thinks he can help. He’s on his way to you now and says he should be there in about three days. You got everything you need till then?”

“I think so…You mean help me get back home?”

“Yes, and you are going.”

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and let your hands fall into your lap, sighing. “Sam, we’ve had this conversation—”

“Yes, we have, and you’re going back home.”

“What about Dean?”

“Y/N…Just, he’s dead, okay? There’s no way in hell he’s alive.”

“Yeah, because he’s not in hell, he’s in Purgatory, Sam. Literally every single detail of the show has been accurate so far. Why wouldn’t this be? I know I’m some stranger, but if there’s even a chance he’s alive, don’t you want to take it? He would do it for you.”

“I’ve gotta go, but Lee should be there by Friday, okay? Until then, let me know if you need anything.”

“Sam—” You resist the urge to scream as the line goes dead. You let your phone fall onto the bed before heading into the bathroom, your screaming bladder something you can no longer ignore. You do a double take as you walk by the mirror. On the back of your light gray PJ shorts, there are two dark mud stains. Your mind flashed back to the dream and how real everything had felt, the passage about this motel still having old magic floating around and your conversation with Dean. You knew he was alive and you knew how to get to him. If that wasn’t enough for Sam, then it would be enough for you. You still had three days to get out of town before Lee got here and forced you back home—forced Dean to stay trapped in Purgatory for another six months. It was time for a road trip.

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[huntertales]

Part One: Life Isn’t A Book. (Slumber Party S09E04)

Episode Summary: The reader and the boys call in I.T. expert Charlie Bradbury to help track fallen angels with technology found in the Men of Letters bunker. However, they soon discover something more in the form of the one and only Dorothy from Wizard of Oz. Everyone joins forces to take down the Wicked Witch and her evil plans. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader  Word Count: 4,038.

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Like any other day when you weren’t working on a case, you sat in the war room with your laptop wide open and several files you grabbed from the archives spread around you. For the past hour you had been diligently working on a project while Dean left early this morning on a trip with Kevin. It had been just you and Sam in the bunker ever since, however you noticed he disappeared a few minutes ago without a verbal reason. You didn't think much of it before going back to your work, reading up on a file that you thought might have been the thing you were looking for. Before you could get a definite answer, you found your gaze lifting up from the paper and to what was in front of you after you heard approaching footsteps.

You raised your brow slightly in curiosity at what you saw the younger Winchester holding. It was a piece of blank paper and a black crayon. What he could have possibly needed it for, how or he even got a crayon in the first place, made you chuckle to yourself in amusement and catch the man’s attention. Sam stopped at the table and gave you a slightly confused expression as to what was so funny to you. 

“Are you off to draw me a pretty picture, Sammy?” You cracked a joke with the man. He lifted up the hand that was holding the black crayon in one hand, the blank paper in the other when he figured out that’s what you were focusing on. “What’s with the arts and crafts?”

"I'm gonna go talk to Crowley. See if he's willing to give us anymore names." Sam said. It sounded good in theory, but the younger man's plan made you lean back in the rolling seat and give him a hesitant look. "And obviously it'd be stupid to give him something that he could hurt us with, so...I improvised." 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You wondered. “I mean, the only reason why Crowley gave us names in the first place was because Kevin beat the crap out of him. That’s the equivalent of getting off to a demon like him.” 

“Yeah. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll throw us a bone.” Sam said. He could see the confliction in your initial plan of how you wanted things to go. You wanted to let the demon sit in his own personal thoughts in the dungeon for long as you could, using what he had confessed back at the church to your own advantage. You wanted to push him to the point where he was almost desperate for any kind of interaction he would sing off every name he had up in that up in that brain. “What’s the worst thing that could happen? He gives us some side remarks?”

You quietly tapped your pen against the notepad you had next to you and bit your bottom lip. After a few seconds of deliberating you dropped your pen down to the table. Sam was right. There wasn't much you had to lose. The both of you headed down to the dungeon where Crowley had been sitting down by his lonesome for the past several days in complete darkness. Sam moved the shelves that were the makeshift doors to the secret room, the demon was blinded by the lights you turned on to see your way around without stumbling. You made your way inside first, greeting the demon with a smile as his eyes adjusted to the brightness he wasn't used to seeing.

"Hello, Kitten. Moose." Crowley welcomed you with the usual nicknames. Sam walked over to the table you provided for him and set the piece of paper and crayon down. The demon stared at the materials for a moment before back up to you. An amused look crossed his face at what you were asking from him. "You want more demon names." He suspected the reason why you were here in the first place after days of abandonment. The demon reached over and grabbed the piece of paper, only to crumple it up into a ball. "I want a room with a view." 

You and Sam exchanged a glance from the demon's demands you were expecting to hear at some point. Crowley thought you were desperate enough to give into any sort of his personal whims, or you were going to entertain a conversation with him. You felt a smirk spread to the ends of your lips, Sam chuckled in amusement. You followed behind the younger man when he began to make his way out, showing Crowley what you were going to do until he cooperated. You hoped something like solitary confinement would work on someone like Crowley, who found torture and threats nothing but something to do on a Friday night. So, you were going to do the opposite to him. No human contact. No entertainment. Nothing.

You didn't say goodbye to the demon before you made your way to the door and flicked off the lights, engulfing the room into darkness once more. The demon sank down into his seat when he heard the door slam shut, leaving him alone once more for who knows how long. 

You and Sam went back to work for a little while after giving Crowley some time to think about his limited options that he had left to participate. Sam sat across from you as he skimmed through some files you found in the archives you hoped might have been helpful for the project you had been working on all morning. The sight was no surprise to see when Dean arrived back from his trip. You looked up to see your boyfriend standing on top of the staircase after announcing his safe arrival back from the squeaky hinges of the metal door. 

"Hey." Sam greeted his brother, looking up from the case file after finishing up a sentence he was reading. "How'd it go with Kevin?"

Dean let out a sigh from the strange car ride he endured on his way to Missouri. "Oh, that little nerd is in a lovely warded motel room in Branson. He's got about forty-eight hours of pay-per-porn and Kenny Rogers ahead of him."

"How's he feeling?" You asked, curious to see how the kid was handling himself after being granted a much needed vacation a few states away from his problems. 

"Well, he stared at the angel tablet and repeated the word 'falafel' for the entire ride. Kid's cracked. I'm hoping this break will clear his head." Dean gave a small update on the prophet, making you start to worry about his dwindling mental state. Ever since you heard about his attempt at flying the coop you had been trying to keep an extra eye on him. Everyone was on high alert. You were stressed out of your mind, and it seemed Dean could sense all of you needed to pump the breaks. "You know, after everything that happened, I figured we could use a little break ourselves." 

"Really?" You asked, the tone of your voice shifting into pleasant sounding from what he was suggesting. "What were you thinking?"

"I picked you two up season one of 'Game of Thrones.'" Dean opened up the plastic bag from a store he stopped by on his way home and read off the title of the DVD he bought. "Figured we'd get a little takeout." 

"All right. Before we embark on a ten episode binge," You changed the subject to the project you had been working on during his absence away. "I think Sam and I might have found a way to help Cas." 

Dean glanced up from the details he was reading about on the back of the DVD and to you, suddenly appearing to be concerned. "Did you talk to him?"

"No. And by the way, I still don't understand why he left in the first place. I mean, the bunker is the safest place for him." You said. The reason Cas had given you before bolting still made you scratch your head. He was all for getting himself settled in here, and the next he was out the door without a proper goodbye. None of it made sense to you. "Bartholomew and who knows how many other angels are out there, gunning for him." 

"Hey, look, nobody wants him here more than I do, okay? But he felt like he'd bring trouble down on us, so he had to split." Dean's excuse made you look at him with slight disbelief. It sounded phony to you. You had faced plenty of danger in your lifetime and caused trouble with the wrong kinds of people. You could handle some angels, Dean didn't entertain your opinion for long as he threw his jacket to the table after taking it off. "But if you got a way to help him, I'm all ears."

"All right. So, Kevin said the table lit up like a Christmas tree when the angels fell, right?" You summarized the details about what happened that night. Dean nodded his head, seeming to be on the same page as you as you continued on with your theory. "So it turns out each light was where a cluster of angels fell. So I'm thinking maybe there's some way to hot-wire this, make it track angels. That way, we could help Cas steer clear of danger."

"This was...both of your ideas?" Dean looked between you and his brother, acting as if there was a third person here you were trying to steal the credit from out under them. 

You glanced around the room, your lips stretching into a small smile from how he was acting all of a sudden. "Actually, it was mine. Sam's been helping me out." You explained better to him. He looked over to his brother, as if he didn't believe you. "Do you see anyone else in here, Dean? Sometimes I do come up with good ideas."

"That wasn't what I..." Dean stopped talking when he saw you lean back in your seat, wondering exactly what he was going to say. He veered the conversation to where it belonged before he could get any more of his foot into his mouth. "So, how would it work?"

"Oh, no idea. See, at first, we thought the table was the computer, but it's not. It turns out it's just part of it. But Y/N found these cables underneath and we followed them." Sam told his brother the details you and him found extraordinary from the things you were learning about the place. Along with a history lesson on technology dated well over seventy years ago. Sam leaned out of his seat and pointed a finger to a set of red wires that disappeared into an air vent and broke out into a smile. "You're never gonna believe what we found."

The three of you headed to a part of the bunker you hadn't been to before yet. You discovered almost every chance you got. Over the months you had lived here you didn't have much time to go digging around the place, however you were given the perfect opportunity to discover what you guessed was the electrical room, filled with all sorts of different machines you had no clue did what just yet. The sight for someone like you and Sam put you at awe from the history that was under your nose. All around you was electric panels with the center of the room taken over by a dated machine with too many buttons and red lights you had been trying to figure out what they did.

"Volia." You gestured an arm to the scenery around you, stepping deeper inside the room with the boys following behind. 

"This is a computer?" Dean asked. He examined the outdated technology for a moment, still not exactly sure what he was looking at. 

"Yeah—or it was in 1951, when it was first installed. Now, here's the crazy thing. It's not plugged into anything. I mean, Y/N and I tried to figure it out." Sam said. You could hear the fascination in his voice, same as how he was when you discovered the room for yourself and showed him. "We have no idea what's making this thing work." 

Dean walked over to the back of the computer to take a better look at the thing you were working with. He placed his hand out and pressed it against the machine, his brow raised slightly when he felt warmth against his skin. It meant the thing was still working after these years, and even after the map went off. "It's warm here."

Dean found what appeared to be a flat screwdriver sitting on a nearby shelf that looked like it would be good enough to help him rip off the back panel and inspect the machine from the inside. He shoved the tool between a small crack and then began to slowly put pressure on the screwdriver, trying to jimmy the piece of metal free. When he noticed how much resistance he was getting, Dean put all of his strength into trying to get the thing to go free. He ended up stumbling back after the panel popped off and dropped to the ground with a noisy bang. He accidentally hit the shelf right behind him, and while the contents slightly shook, nothing fell. Dean pushed himself back up to a standing position, trying to pretend like nothing happened.

"Got it." He said. 

"Ya think?" You muttered. You crouched down and inspected the inside of the computer you hoped you might be able to understand if you got a peek inside. You quickly realized you had no idea what you were looking at. Sam pulled out a small flashlight from his back pocket to help give all of you a better look at what you were working with. "Huh. This isn't exactly what I was expecting."

"Well, that looks simple." Dean noted, sarcasm clear in his tone. "Does it come with a manual?"

"Nothing in the archives, and Y/N obviously couldn't find anything like it online," Sam said, telling his brother about the bump in the road you had been faced with. The both of you were pretty tech savvy. But even for you this was near impossible to figure out. "Not to mention I'm pretty sure that the Men of Letters doesn't have I.T. support anymore, either." 

"I think I know somebody who could help us." Dean said. "Come on." 

You and the boys headed out of the room and flipped off the lights, making your way back to the main area of the bunker to make a call to a friend you hadn't seen in a few months. However you didn't realize when Dean stumbled into the shelf there was something hiding back there in a clear glass jar. A pale grey goo that held something sinister for over seventy years. What you unleashed was something almost out of a book. 

+ + +

A little later into the day was when Charlie Bradbury, your favorite LARPer and tech genius, arrived in Lebanon safely after you gave her a call about the trouble you were facing. And only someone like her could come to your rescue. You didn’t realize she had arrived, distracted by Dean when he surprised you with a cup of coffee after he put a fresh pot on. And exactly the way how you liked it. You smiled in appreciation and mumbled a thank you, sneaking a quick kiss when he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, thinking you had a minute before a certain some made her arrival. 

“Hey. Get a room you two.” The both of you broke away and looked up to see Charlie was here, Sam following behind as they made their way down the stairs. “There’s my favorite lovebirds.”

“And there’s my favorite redhead.” You joked back with her. You placed down your cup to the table and got up from your seat to welcome her, pulling the young woman into a tight hug after Dean greeted her first. "Thanks for coming on such short notice. Sam and I tried figuring it ourselves, but we're stumped. Dean thought our favorite I.T. tech would be able to come to our rescue." 

"Not a problem." Charlie gave you a smile of appreciation when you thought of her. You watched as it faded away when she finished her sentence, dropping a bit of bad news you weren't expecting to hear. "especially since I got fired last week." 

"Hey, what?" Sam was surprised at hearing this. He placed her overnight bag down on the table next to him. "What happened?"

"Turns out the company I work for was outsourcing to child labor, so I took a big Wikileak all over that." Charlie was a fighter behind the screen. While it wasn't technically legal, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips after hearing what she had done, adding a playful wink of approval. "And, yeah. It's cool, though. It's given me more time to focus on my hobbies...like larping, macrame," she listed off a few of her favorite things you learned she liked from the first time you formally met her months back. She tried slipping one more in, hoping you and the boys wouldn't notice. “...And hunting.” 

"Excuse me?" You were taken off guard by hearing what she had been doing in her free time. Part of you wanted to be disappointed at the danger she was putting herself in. Someone like you, who had been doing this for almost a decade, knew the mental toll that took on you after a while after you glossed over the dangers of cutting your life short. But Charlie was here in one piece, and her bubbly self. Dean was alarmed and Sam appeared to be taken back at her step towards the lifestyle.

"Okay. It was a couple of little cases. I took down a teenage vampire and a ghost." She tried to explain herself while you and Dean stared at her with a scolding expression that reminded her of her parents. You had your brow raised like how her mother used to while Dean stood behind you with his hands on his hips. The disapproval was written all over your face. You wanted better things for her. But you couldn’t deny the temptation of the lifestyle. "Which sounds like a Y.A. novel if you say it out loud." 

"Charlie," Sam spoke the young woman's name, breaking her concentration away from your face and over to him. All of you were more concerned at how she was handling herself after getting a taste of danger by herself. "How'd it go?"

"It was, uh...it was intense. But I kind of wish hunting was more...magical, you know?" You let out a heavy sigh as Dean rolled his eyes from the young woman's perception of how she thought hunting was always going to be. She realized you weren’t amused as you were, causing her smile to fade away and focus on the reason why she was here in the first place. “Nevermind. So, where is this commodore sixty-four of yours?”

All of you headed down to the electrical room where you showed her the piece of machinery she would be working with. You weren’t sure if she was going to be able figure out something like this considering how dated it was. When she caught sight of the computer, Charlie’s face lit up like a kid in a candy store, she rushed over to inspect the beauty for herself. You and the boys watched as she took a minute to inspect what she could to get a better understanding of what you were about to ask of her. She crouched down to the ground to inspect the inner workings as you leaned over every so often when you heard her mumble something underneath her breath. ‘

“Sweet Ada Lovelace. This thing belongs in a museum. I mean, it’s got encryption software. It seems to be powered by something magical.” Charlie listed off a few of the things she figured out on her own after taking a peek around at the inner workings. Dean was fascinated as much as he could, but he pushed her along to the end, wanting to know what it really did. “It’s kind of an alarm system. Global badness? It freaks. This computer is what locked this place down.”

“Can we use it to track angels?” Sam asked.

You knew what you were asking from her was a lot from such dated technology. Charlie thought about the task for a second or two before she decided the challenge was something she was up to. She cracked her knuckles and grew a smirk. "All right. Let me see what I can do.”

Charlie worked her magic and figured out a system that would work. You and the boys watched as she tinkered with the insides for a little while and pulled out some wires and pulled in a few cords into an outlet. Soon enough she grabbed her tablet and began to tap the screen, finishing the final task. “All right. It took some doing, but now we can download. This beast has all the Men of Letters files. Time for a little drag-and-drop.” 

“Wow. It’s a start. Thank you. That’s great.” You were very much thankful for the hard work she had put in. While you were grateful, there was something else you and the boys wanted to try and discuss now that you had a minute free. Dean urged you to get the ball rolling when he gently nudged you in the side with his elbow. “So, you’ve been hunting. Alone.” 

“I know. Not a good idea, according to the ‘Supernatural’ books.” Charlie rolled her eyes from her amature moves that she should’ve known better after reading all the series, treating them as if they were a guide. You grimaced at the mention of those things you tried to avoid much as possible.

“You really can’t delete those from the internet?” Sam couldn’t help himself but ask, making you give him a slightly confused look. He seriously thought those things were still underground with no popularity to attract mainstream attention. Everything was digital these days. And so were those books. No matter what, they were going to haunt you forever.

“Not even I can do that.” Charlie said. “Come on.” 

“Where do you even find them?” Dean asked. 

“A top secret place I call Amazon.” You replied back to the man. While your tone of voice was serious, the sarcasm was clear enough for him to give you an amused expression. “Seriously. Get used to it. They’re gonna be in our lives forever.”

“And someone uploaded all the unpublished works.” Charlie added on to the disaster. You let out a frustrated sigh at the mention of the tale that went on farther than the finale where you and Dean died and went to hell. You would have been fine with that. For a moment you thought it might have been Chuck who uploaded his own work, but the culvert who did it was someone close to him. And was the biggest fan of it all. “I thought it was fanfic at first, but it was clearly Edlund’s work. Their screen name was BeckyWinchester176. Ring any bells?”

“None. Uh, nobody’s. Uh, no, there are no bells. Uh...no.” Sam stumbled his way to an answer. You tried your hardest to keep a smile from going when you saw him become flustered at the mention of someone who had been obsessed with him. Dean stared at his brother, slowly shaking his head from his behavior. 

“Ugh, these files are encrypted. This is gonna take a while.” Charlie said. While she was going to be here for longer than intended, she decided to make use of the time by having a little fun. “So, takeout, sleepover, braid each other’s hair?”

Sam suddenly got hit with a plan that everyone would enjoy. “I got an idea.”

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[angelkurenai]

Imagine Dean getting flustered but also hot and bothered when you openly talk about your fantasies around him, because he can’t help but picture the two of you together.

“Ok, uh, can I ask you about what Wanda said about courting?” Jack asked, no more than a second later after Dean had taken a bite of his pie and you a sip of your drink “I mean, I've seen romantic movies, but I've never experienced it. Unless what you said about Rowena and Gabriel counts.”

“Nope.” you popped, shaking your head immediately “Definitely doesn't count.”

“Right.” he nodded his head, taking the info in “So if that's not it then I- I don't think I understand. Wh-what's the difference? Isn't it about the sex?”

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips “Well, Jack as it seems it's finally time for you. Yeah, there are many things one could tell you about that. But as much I love explaining things to you, that's a lesson better left to the expert of the group.” you turned to the green-eyed man to your right still with that smirk on your lips “Dean?”

“Wha- What?” he asked with a mouth almost full, blinking and you were sure it wasn't because he had not heard your conversation but would rather not be pulled into it with you there. Heck it seemed like from the first moment Jack mention the word altogether and Dean glanced at you, he had been unable to look in yours direction from then on.

“You know, the talk? You definitely have plenty of things to say, don't you?” you raised an eyebrow and he could understand the full meaning behind your words, so he couldn't help but shrug a bit. Without a classic Dean smirk that you expected , in fact focused right back on Jack.

“Don't worry kid, once we get back home promise I'll give you the talk. Now-” he popped another spoonful, straightening his back “Right now the case is more-”

“Oh come on!” you were certainly not gonna let him get away with it so easily “You're just being modest, now. You can give Jack a few tips now. After all, you're more than skilled on the field, aren't you?”

He paused for a second, his eyebrows raising in that almost innocent yet very beautiful way “F-field.” but it wasn't a question because he didn't have to ask. He knew just what field you meant, hell, just by the look you were giving him he felt like he could read it in your mind. But that also didn't mean he wanted to hear it. For a man that was certainly never ashamed – well almost never – about his lovelife and choices, there was something about having that kind of talk with you around that just made him turn into the most nervous and awkward teen boy he could imagine. And, again, he knew just why.

He couldn't help his mind from wandering to thought you, in specific, shouldn't know about.

“Yes.” you leaned back in your chair, voice and moves very casual and comfortable, eyes glued on him and a teasing smirk ever present on your lips “Sex”

And it was so damn hard to act cool, not the way you did. He gave you a small laugh but it was nervous and his eyes moved away. He shifted in his seat that just felt so uncomfortable all of a sudden, his lips moving as he prepared to say something but seriously couldn't. He could even swear you'd realized it and were doing it on purpose to get him to spill the truth.

A kind of truth that included you, him and the three-lettered-word that he'd been dying for so long to experience with you. And something that in all honesty had been occupying his dreams for just as long too.

Who could judge him? You're gorgeous in and out and Dean Winchester – he was certainly incapable of admitting this out loud – had found himself hopelessly in love with you. If he couldn't control his imagination and how he wanted to show it to you in every possible way, then he was not guilty.Oh the things you did to him.

“You have plenty of experience in 'the sex' field, right Dean? I mean-” you ran your finger over the rim of your mug, his eyes following the move and he just got so carried away by it and the thoughts that ran through his mind that he ran out of breath.

“I haven't seen it or experienced it in person but I can certainly...” your voice caught his attention again, your eyes looking him from head to toe “Imagine it.” and it made him choke on thin air “And you're certainly very good at it... at least in my mind.”

The air was stuck in his throat, he  couldn't utter a word and was only left looking at you with wide eyes as you took a sip of your coffee. He was just so thankful to Jack for speaking up at the moment... or not.

“Alright. I suppose we should focus on the case now. Uhm I'll-” he got up from his seat and Dean's face turn into one of horror “I have to go to the bathroom for a minute and I will be back. How do you not get tired of this?” he asked a bit rhetorically before leaving the two of you all alone.

“And now-” a bright grin, too sweet and innocent for his poor heart to take, formed on your lips as you set the mug on the table and looked at him “Spill it.”

“S-spill what?” he gave you a small laugh that came out too nervous for his own good.

“I don't know. That's the thing.” you said a bit suspicious “It's so subtle I wouldn't have noticed if Jack didn't bring it up twice. Whenever the word is spoken you just... avoid my eyes, avoid me, look anywhere else but me and try to avoid talking about it too. Heck, won't even say it and I can't figure out why because that's just not the Dean I know. I'd say you're almost flustered but we're gown up adults so... what are you hiding Winchester?”

“I- I really don't understand what you're even talking about.”

“It's obvious, you get all awkward and even flustered. Jack or I bring up sex and you're suddenly all... fidgety and nervous. Do I make you nervous, Dean?” you leaned in closer to him, studying him carefully.

“What?” he scoffed a laugh “No, of course not. And I- I don't avoid you, that's just-” he shook his head with a laugh that was just so awkward “That's just... stupid and childish. I'm- I'm not some teen that gets uncomfortable talking about... sex with- with you (Y/n). I'm-” he cleared his throat “I'm just fine.”

You only raised an eyebrow at him, humming as you watching him take a big bite of his pie all the while avoiding your eyes “Well, that's good then.” you breathed out casually, leaning back in your seat as you watched his shoulders relax “Because that wouldn't make much sense you know? Not unless there is something really going on of course. Sex is perfectly normal. It's a totally natural act. Species need to reproduce, to evolve and adjust and while some have managed that without it, the majority still needs to. Plus, it's just too damn enjoyable for humans with all of that undressing, touching, skin contact, bodies pressed on each other, pulling and pushing, the sounds that are heard, the body heat and the kissing while it all builds and builds until-” you stopped when you noticed his eyebrows had raised and he was literally staring at you with wide eyes and you grinned at him.

“Well, you know how it goes.” you shrugged innocently, licking your lips and he blinked, shifting once more in his place as he pulled his suit's jacket over his lap as subtly as he could. He really shouldn't have imagined all of it with you on top of it. Or maybe on top of him.

Alright. Nope. No. Definitely shouldn't have gone there too.

His eyes nearly widened at his own thoughts and he cleared his throat, forcing a smile on his lips as he nodded his head “I- ye- Sure do.”

You hummed once more, a smirk evident on your lips when not only you saw how he again avoided your eyes but also the tips of his ears began to turn a beautiful shade of red, certainly matching that of his cheeks. Well, this was certainly your second favorite look on the man.

“So, as I was saying-” you said casually again “Sex is very enjoyable sure but above all it's a natural state, why should we make it such a taboo? I know as a grown up woman, past my teen years at least, don't have trouble openly talking about it. Hell, why shouldn't me talking to you about my kinks be as easy as talking to you about my favorite TV show? I know I have plenty of both.”

He knew it was a risky move. Oh he knew it so well, especially with such a dangerous topic going on at the moment, but he wanted his throat to feel less dry and he took a sip of his own coffee and as expected, choked on it. You on the other hand had a hard time hiding your smile.

“Plenty?” he couldn't help but question as you shrugged innocently. He just couldn't stop his imagination from running wild at that now, not by any means.

“Well-” you leaned closer to him “Don't you? I'm sure that little sub you hide behind all this dom certainly does.” you chuckled when his eyes widened “And as I said, it's perfectly normal! I think I once read somewhere that it's associated with some hormones which forgot the names of. Either way, when it's that time, it's that time. There's nothing to do about.”

He knew it would turn out to be a mistake. He knew he would regret it one way or another. His mind knew it crystal clear yet his lips formed the question before he could help his curiosity “That time?”

“You know, like with Jack now, when it's time for the talk. When something makes you realize it's time for that horizontal tango. The way I did when I was younger.”

“And what was it for you?” again he went against his better judgement.

“Well, I think it was easy to tell for me.” you took a bite of your pie “I realized I was ready for it when whipped cream stopped having only one purpose and I realized it could be applied on many more things other than just pie.” and you winked at him “I you know what I mean.”

His eyebrows raised and his lips parted. His eyes roamed your figure and all it took was a mere second for the image to flash through his eyes and even less than a second for him to jump up from his seat as if it was on fire. His eyes wide, looking anywhere but you, as he kept his jacket closed with his hand. Laughing nervously “I- I gotta- I really should- I need to... you know- I'll be right back.” he ended up clearing his throat as he made an almost run for the bathroom.

. .. … You had a hard time not grinning like an idiot, so you hid it behind your mug as you took a big sip of your coffee.

“Is... Dean alright?” Jack asked slowly and with an adorable frown as he came back to his seat.

“Well, he might be... in a little while.” a giggle escaped your lips “Why are you asking though?

“He... walked past me mumbling over and over to himself 'Don't think about it.' and 'Please be down. Please be down.' and I'm very sure he added 'Oh hell it's definitely not down.' which I... don't really understand. What was he talking about?”

You didn't even try to keep your eyes from widening, or your smile from finally showing “Trust me Jack... that's a big part of the talk.”

[daughters-and-winsisters]

Huntress- Part 20: It’s Cold

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E20 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen Part Nineteen

 “So that Super Mario power up thing last night, what was that?” Uncle Dean asked. He was pacing the room as he tried to grasp a hold of what had happened. When you passed out thankfully you also woke before them so no questions were asked. “I mean,” Uncle Dean continued when no one answered, “I don’t know who that was, but it sure as hell wasn’t Cas. What was it he said? That he had faith in Lucifer Junior? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You shared an unsure look with your Dad. “I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Look,” your Dad sighed, “this doesn’t make any sense to me either, Dean. I mean I guess we just have to think like him.” “I don’t know how anymore, Sam.” Dean threw his hands up in the air with frustration. The three of you fell silent in thought, turning your attention to your Dad as he unwrapped the colt. It was in pieces, singed and burnt and by the looks of things never to be used again. “Can you fix it?” Uncle Dean asked. To your surprise, Dad gave a little nod, “Maybe.”

Just then a vibration cut off whatever Uncle Dean was going to retort with. “It’s not me.” Dad said, feeling his pockets to double check. Without even looking at his phone, Uncle Dean shrugged, “Not me.” “Not me, either.” You added, looking around the room. You got up and headed towards where the noise was coming from. Under a few books scattered on the side table lay a silver grey phone, buzzing against their spines and pages. You held it up in question. “Must be one of Moms.” Your Dad said to his brother. You didn’t want to answer it so you just held it out for them to take. Dad took it from you, “Hello?...Uh Alicia, hey…” he put it on loud speaker and you all leaned in, Alicia was one of the Hunters at that guys funeral a few weeks ago. “Hey so uh our Mom went on a Hunt a few days ago and she usually contacts us by now. We’re a little worried so we thought-“ “Woah,” Her brother interrupted, “no we didn’t.” “-Okay, I thought that maybe you guys could help.” “You’re over reacting! Mom’s fine.” The brother continued to object. Dad cleared his throat, “Hey uh why don’t you text us your address. We’ll come and help.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Uncle Dean said the moment Dad hung up. For once, you had to agree with him, the spawn of Satan was probably the priority for now. “Yeah, Dad, we should probably find Cas…” “Jodie has people looking. There’s not really much we can do so we might as well help Alicia.” He had a point so you nodded, not wanting an argument. Only, you couldn’t help but worry. All these pains you kept getting were getting worse and worse very day…what if something happened whilst on a hunt? You knew you probably should have told Dad, but you knew they had worse things to worry about. Besides, you were handling it. An overprotective parent is almost worse than an under-protective one.

You all parted ways to pack your things and get ready for the trip out, however you noticed Uncle Dean was hanging back. When your Dad turned the corner to his room you crept back and saw Uncle Dean hold his phone to his ear: “Hey Mom, uh I just wanted to tell you that me and Sam are heading out to help those Witch twins, Max and Alicia, if you can help that’d be great, but uh…I get that the Brits have sorta got your work covered. Maybe just at least…call me back?”, his voice broke just a little and you found your shoulders dropping in sympathy, “It’s just some stuff…it’d be good to talk to you.” He hung up and you hurried back to your room, grabbing supplies and stuffing them in a bag.

Your head swayed a little, making you stumble and shoot your hand out for the desk to steady yourself. “No…not now…” You hissed at nothing, staying still as thought that would help whatever this was go away. Thankfully, it didn’t come to anything.

“Hey guys.” Dad called out at the twins who were staring off into the distance. You smiled at their dramatic stance and how happy your Dad was to be working with other hunters. But, glancing over to Uncle Dean, you could see the hurt in his eyes and you knew Mary hadn’t called back. “What have we got?” Uncle Dean asked bluntly. You tore your eyes away from him and tied your hair back from the wind. Wrapping the hair-tie around your pony tail, you felt it. Just for a split second, not even that. A little blackout in your mind where your body felt like it was about to shut down. It wasn’t long enough even for you to react, but it was just long enough that you noticed it. Alicia explained that their Mum was hunting a Borrower Witch, the ones that have their power because of a deal.

“Dean, sweet car.” Max whistled at Baby and you shared a look with Alicia. “Come on man, I’ll give you the tour.” Uncle Dean smirked before they headed towards the Impala. “He’s in some serious denial.” You noted. “He’s always been that way, thinks he knows Mom best,” Alicia sighed, wrapping her arms around her jacket to stop it flapping in the wind, “they’re both naturally magic so I guess it’s normal.” “You’re not?” You asked. “No, magics just a load of noise to me. It’s their thing, you know?” “I had a similar deal growing up,” your Dad began, “Dean and our Dad had that sort of bond thing going on with hunts.” “What about Mary?” “She get’s a case and she just sort of…disappears.” Dad admitted with a shrug. “What about you?” Alicia asked you. The way her eyebrows raised and her mouth hid a curious smile told you she actually wanted to know. “I don’t really have a set pattern. I’ll do whatever’s easiest. Work alone, work with Dad, work with ten, fifteen, three hundred people. Whatever’s easiest.” You said. You hadn’t really thought about it before…you were trained for everything. To be adaptable above all. “That’s smart.” Alicia nodded. “Come on,” Dad put an arm on her shoulder, “let’s go find your Mom.”

“Max…Alicia, what are you two doing here?” The five of you had entered the building where their Mum’s car was outside. Expecting a fight or at least some arguing, it was safe to say you were all a little taken back that their Mum was just…fine? “Mom!” Alicia ran over to her and threw her arms around her, “I’ve been texting and calling you all this time!” “I’m sorry sweetie my phones been charging.” “Mom,” Max cleared his throat and took a step forward, “this is the Winchesters. Did you know Alicia called them because she was that worried about you?” “You know,” You said quietly, “it’s not a weakness to show a little consideration.” You weren’t trying to be mean, but you wanted to make it clear to Alicia she was okay to be worrying. In the world of Hunting everything was worth worrying about. Embarrassed, and perhaps shocked, Max shrugged, “Yeah, I know.” “I like this one,” the Mother smirked at you, “you must be Y/N.” You nodded. “Well, come on in everyone. I have wine.”

At the table, Tasha, their Mum, opened the wine bottle and handed it to your Dad. You watched her turn around and fumble about before sitting down opposite you. You were a little concerned as she didn’t quite seem to be behaving normally, but in all fairness,  you’d never met a Witch family that hadn’t wanted you dead before. You were sandwiched between your Dad and Uncle on the sofa, looking between everyone and waiting for them to talk or something. “I would’ve had the food from that vegan place delivered, but they don’t do that-“ “That’s okay,” your Dad stood up way too fast and something told you he’d been racking his brain for an excuse to leave this whole time, “I’ll get it. Dean, drink. YN, come on.” You glanced up at your Dad before patting Uncle Dean on the shoulder, shooting him a smirk when no one else was looking. “Good luck.” You mumbled to him and he shot you a sarcastic smile in response.

Dean glanced at his phone: no new messages. With a sigh, a hand through his hair and an adjustment to his posture, he turned his attention back to the family. Tasha sat down next to him, “You expecting a phone call?” She asked. It wasn’t nosy, but rather a display of concern. “Guess not,” Dean smiled, turning to face her, he then nodded towards the twins, “I gotta say you did a bang-up job with those two.” Tasha laughed dismissively, “I did the best I could with Max and Alicia.” “I see how you are with them,” Dean gripped his wine glass, “they’re happy.” “Alicia said you grew up in the life?” Tasha said questioningly. “Yeah. My Dad raised me and Sam.” “And your Mother?” Her head titled. “It’s uh, it’s complicated.” “Family always is…and what about Y/N? Did you bring her up to hunt?” “Uh…yeah that’s pretty complicated as well. We haven’t known her all that long. A little over a year, is all. Her Mom raised her in England. Raised her to Hunt…hell, she’s good at it. Better than I was at her age.” Tasha looked at Dean, she had that motherly look, “You don’t seem happy?” Dean looked between her and the carpet, placed his wine glass down and spent a good few seconds opening and closing his mouth…”Well…” he found the words carefully, “I just wonder if Sam would’ve done things differently.” “There’s no use focusing on the could haves of life,” Tasha smiled at her children from across the room, “she’s a good kid, Dean.” “We didn’t exactly raise her, though. I mean she knew everything already. We haven’t taught her anything. It just doesn’t feel right.” “I think you’ve taught her more than you notice.” She smiled, gripping his shoulder and heading over to her kids. Dean sat back twiddling his thumbs and thinking it through.

“Uncle Dean’s in his element.” You commented, getting out of the car. Dad shot you a frown so you elaborated, “Wine? Chit chat? Waiting on vegan foods. I’ve never seen him so happy.” Dad laughed, “Yeah, you’re right.” The restaurant was surprisingly busy, but then again it was the only vegan one in town. You stood just a little behind your Dad as he took the food. You glanced around at everyone, they were all talking loudly and drinking loudly and every bit of cutlery and crockery was loud. Everything was loud. Loud. Too loud. The cacophony of human interaction filled your ears over the muffled sounds of the white noise piercing over the top. You felt yourself sway a little when the pain struck again. It shot over the noise, over the smells and the sights and was all that filled your mind for just a few seconds. It was enough to make you wince, throw your hand up to your head and almost lose your balance in the process. And then, it was gone. “Sweetheart,” the southern twang of the cashier sounded normal again, “you alright?” You looked up, taking your hand away from your head, “Yeah,” you then blinked a little in attempt to balance reality back up, “just something in my eye.” “Arighty then.” She smiled sweetly, but her tone said she didn’t believe you. You didn’t’ dare look at your Dad who’s stare you could feel on you like a hawk. To your surprise, he didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Y/N,” he pointed to a MISSING poster on the door, “isn’t that that guy we saw?” “It says he’s been missing a month?” You read, taking it off the window and folding it up for your pocket. “Okay, come on, Bug. Let’s go.” He took you arm and you were half dragged to the car.

You, your Dad and your Uncle Dean crept down towards the door where the man had come from. It was a sort of hatch, closed by a padlock which your Dad was busy picking. Clicking your torch on, you stepped next to Uncle Dean and prepared yourself for whatever might be inside. All three of you made the same mistake when it opened. You leaned forward to have a look. The stench of rotting bodies and sewage and anything else revolting was overbearing. “You first.” Uncle Dean coughed at his brother. “No way,” Dad winced, “you.” You watched them go back and forth and sighed, “Move.”. The steps were uneven and the smell did nothing but worsen as you neared the base. “Be careful.” Dad warned, but couldn’t take it as he soon followed you down.

The three of you stood back to back, torches outwards and guns at the ready, but it was soon clear no one was about. No one alive, anyway. Leaving them to the corpses at the side, you neared a table curiously where a body lay under a white sheet. It didn’t smell as bad which told you it was fresh. Your Dad looked up and watched as you carefully took the sheet away, revealing the face. It was her. There was no doubt about it. “Dad…” You said quietly, unaware he was already looking. He came over to you and put an arm on your shoulder, “I know…her hearts been ripped out…” “This is everybody in the house.” You added, shining your torch over the faces. “Okay so who the hell were we just talking to?” Uncle Dean asked the air.

Footsteps sounded and three guns cocked, your Dad taking a step in front of you. “Hey,” said a voice, you shifted your feet so you could see who it was, “I saw the light. You guys find some trouble to get into?” It was Max. Oh God. “Nah, no no-“ Dad stuttered, putting his hand on Max’s chest to stop him from going any further. Max locked eyes with yours and frowned at your fearful expression. He barged through Dad and Uncle Dean, coming to a halt in front of the body. “I was just…I don’t…no…”

You backed away and stood next to your Dad, your eyes not leaving her body. Tears began to fall from Max’ eyes as he knelt down next to the body. You felt awful for him, knowing all too well what it was like to find your Mother dead and alone, cold. You looked away, turning to leave and went back up the steps. It was cold out, but at least the smell didn’t follow. You clutched your jacket round you opened up your phone. It was strange that Mick had stopped calling you, even though you’d asked him to you never thought he would. He was your step-Dad after all. To him that meant family. But not to you and certainly not to Max. “Y/N, hey. You alright, bug?” Dad asked, hopping up the steps and taking a stance at your side. “Yeah…” You nodded blankly, putting your phone back away and shivering a little. “You sure?” He pushed. “I don’t know…it just- “, but before you could start explaining Max ran past, Uncle Dean following afterwards. “Max!” Uncle Dean shouted, racing after, “A little help?!” He then called back to you and your Dad, who then raced after him. He was no doubt expecting you to do the same, but you were stuck in place.

You couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened to you. The death of your sister, your Mum and then suddenly finding your Dad…it seemed unreal. Part of you expected to wake up and find out that this was all a dream. That’s why you needed to call Mick. As irritated with yourself as you were, he was the only consistent person in your life who’d been there from day one. He wasn’t exactly a good step-Dad, but neither was he a bad one. He was just confused. Not meant for the Men of Letters, really. Your finger hovered over the call button, before pressing down. To your surprise and disappointment, he didn’t pick up. It rang and rang, but no one picked up. “This is Mick Davis, leave a message.” You didn’t have anything to say so you let in run silent for a few seconds before hanging up.

The cold night air became more and more unbearable, making you shiver. Then, out of the blue, one more sharp pain hit. It was much worse than any of the ones before. It was loud and quiet. It was heavy and light. It was dense and airy. It was too much. Harsh voices whispered through your bones and hovered around your eardrums and it all became too much. You collapsed to the hard ground, clutching your head as though if you held it hard enough everything would go back to normal. Your eyes drooped and the sound subsided along with consciousness.

You woke up running. Sprinting, even. Racing through the forest, your heart beat so fast you thought it was going to stop all together. Like an idiot, you looked back. You looked back to see nothing chasing you…nothing at all? But when your head turned to face the direction you were running you skidded to a halt. There it was. The Hell Hound. It pounced on you, it’s sharp ravenous claws slicing through your skin. You screamed in agony, flailing your limbs abut helplessly as it tore into you. The pain was all you could sense. It was the smell and the taste and the sound. All pain. And then nothing.

“Brooks how are you supposed to outrun a real Hellhound when you can’t even outrun one that’s half the speed?” Mr K tutted, taking the replicators off your body and face. They were pain replicators, used to put Hunters in a simulation where everything was very much real. “Sorry…” You managed, out of breath and still able to feel the aftermath of the Hound. “Wait here.” He ordered, leaving the room. You waited a few seconds before following quietly after, peering round the corner of the corridor to eavesdrop:

“Well,” Ketch began, “they still don’t’ seem to be having any affect on her.” “That’s impossible. These injections are designed to rework you into a cold killing machine.” You felt your body tense…so that’s what they’d been jabbing you with? “Well she’s just as irritatingly Y/N as always. We might have to try her Mother, see if it’s genetics or just her.” “Rebecca doesn’t need them. She follows the rules just fine.” “Does she?” Ketch snapped, “Because I happen to be aware of just how many monsters she leaves unharmed. She’s as disobedient as her daughter is. Get me those shots.” “Yes sir.”

Part Twenty One: Realignment 

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[lucifurx]

Magnetic Field

Pairing: Dean x Reader

AN: I apologize if this is a bit lame, I felt bad for not posting recently. I got this idea from Magnetic Field by Lights and first time hearing it, I immediately thought of Dean. I highly recommend checking out the song and the artist if you are not already familiar. Lyrics are italicized. 

Warnings: Just a few curse words, nothing too bad.

Walk with me through the boneyard I know you like to play hard You know I'm easy to convince How you move through the spaces and can get so persuasive I haven't been home since

You followed Dean through the rows of headstones, the focus was to find the one that contained the bones of the spirit, but your attention was to him. Noticing how his concentration was on the hunt, his brow furrowed as he shined the light to each stone. You initially didn’t want to be the one out here, you much preferred the research over the action, but Dean had a way with words that ended up in Sam doing the research and you accompanying the burning.

“Found it,” Dean dropped the flashlight to the ground and handed you a shovel, “Alright let’s burn this bitch.”

It wasn’t that you hated the traveling and the jobs, you loved it. Loved being with the Winchesters, especially Dean. There was something about him that just felt so right and safe.

You just keep me coming back Something about how opposites attract You hold me down I'm in it for real Love me, leave me high and dry I'm back in your arms and I don't know why I can't get around your magnetic field

You weren’t like Dean, one to shoot first ask later. You liked solving a problem fist before having to take any action, hence why you preferred the research. You were more like Sam, which would explain why you two were so close. However, when it came to Dean there was this pull to him, something in you just made you weak to him. If he said jump, you’d say how high. It was a damn curse, and it was a bit obvious how he had an affect on you, although he seemed to be the only one blind to it.

There were times where you’d have to bite your tongue or excuse yourself for a moment when he would throw flirty looks to a waiter or other girls in the bar. There was never anything more than that, but it still hurt. You could have left, told him to shove it or done something but you never did because sometimes there would be a moment where you would be blessed with a motel only have a room with two beds left. Meaning you’d get to share a small space with him. No matter how many girls he’d throw glances at, you knew you’d be in bed with him that night.

Don't know if I believe you And when I try to leave you I can't turn around 'Cause I can't keep my eyes away But chemistry begs me to stay each time Ooh-ooh, and all these sacred melodies that summon me are mine More than once, probably more than a hundred times, have you tried to distance yourself and your feelings for him. Never had it worked, sometimes it wouldn’t last a day. He’d throw you that stupid grin, or bring you back your favorite meal when he went out. There were little things that make you think that maybe, just maybe, he knew. The pull, attraction, chemistry just had you holding on again.

If I leave I believe I could never settle 'Cause I'm drawn to your core like a precious metal And you balance me out And that I can't live without You were royally screwed, is the only thing you could think of as the flames swallowed up the bones in the grave. The light danced across his face, enhancing his features. You were certain that leaving not only Dean but also Sam, would cause a restless ache in your chest. Hell, you wouldn’t even know where to go… but you also knew you couldn’t just keep swallowing everything down. You had to speak up.

“Dean…” You swallowed, your chest felt like it was going to burst with how fast your heart was racing.

“Hm?” He looked up at you, his eyes searching yours with a small hint of concern.

“Do you know that I like you? Like… like like you.” You sounded like some damn teenager, he was probably going to laugh at how lame you sounded.

“Well, do you know that sometimes I lie about a motel only having two beds?” He shrugged.

“What….” You frowned, “Why would you do that?”

“Because I like like you.” There it was, that cocky grin.

“Then why do you throw looks at other girls?”

“Well you didn’t really say anything before now, so I wasn’t really sure if you did, and I didn’t want to be an egotistical douche and just assume you liked me. I let my self admire but that’s why I never followed through, I didn’t want to fuck up any chances that I might have had.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

You were silent, somewhat a loss for words.

“I didn’t fuck up any chances, did I?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I don’t know Dean, I might be able to come to a conclusion over some food though.” You shrugged, and he cracked a smile.

“I can definitely understand that, desecrating graves and proclaiming feelings can take a lot out of someone. Well clean up here and then stop somewhere on the way back.”

[sammythemooseman]

The Shattered Reflection

Pairing: Dean x twin sister!reader, Sam x older sister!reader

Warnings: Angst, death, kind of out of character Dean

A/N: I’m sorry. This sucks. I know Dean is slightly out of character, but I wanted to write him like nobody has ever seen him act. I wanted to show how much pain he’s in.

Pain was something that Dean Winchester felt on a daily basis. From punches, to kicks, to scratches, to cuts—Dean has learned over the years to handle them like a man. At least in his words. But that’s physical pain. Mental pain is a whole different story. Dean hasn’t learned to handle mental pain properly, and he’s been through so much of it. He has lost so much. John, Mary, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Charlie, Kevin. Hell, even Sammy about six times. Dean won’t admit it, but sometimes he feels like he could snap at any moment. As if he could break and crumble into dust. But he hasn’t broke. He has kept it together for 30 years. He has kept it together until he lost his twin sister. He broke when he lost Y/N.

First came the denial. When it finally hit him that she was dead, he tried to get an angel to bring her back. He tried to make a deal with a demon. None worked. He took off, leaving Sam and Cas scrambling trying to track him down. He stayed in a dingy motel somewhere in Indiana. Then came the whiskey. A lot of whiskey. He would spend nights drinking and getting drunk off his ass. And that was saying a lot considering it takes a lot to get Dean Winchester drunk. He spent the days lying in bed, hungover. He hardly ate. He only slept when the alchohal made him pass out. This went on for weeks. Which lead up to now.

Dean was currently sitting on the floor, leaning against the back of the bed. Bottles of empty whiskey were strewn all across the floor. He had headphones on, his music blasting through his ears. He closed his eyes, smiling at a memory. Y/N was the only one who didn’t complain about his music. She loved it in fact. Dean and Y/N would sit in the Impala, rocking and belting out to his music, Sam complaining the whole way to whereever they were going. They would both tell him to shut his cakehole and continue to sing. She really is his twin sister. Dean opened his eyes, his smile dropping. Was.

He took another swig of his bottle. Dean suddenly felt his stomach twist. He threw a hand over his mouth, ripping his headphones off. He got up, and stumbled into the bathroom. He barely made it before vomiting into the toilet. When he finished emptying the contents of his stomach, he shakily stood up. He staggered to the sink, rinsing out his mouth. He stood up, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Tears fills his eyes. He saw her. Y/N smiled at him. Dean blinked, and she was gone. But he could still see her. He could see her in himself. He could see Y/N in his eyes. They had the same bright green eyes.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he reeled his fist back smashing it into the mirror. He punched it several times, shards of glass raining down on him knicking his skin. He crumpled to the ground, letting complete dispair take over him. Nothing in his life ever made him feel so much pain. Not even the time where a Hellhound tore his body to shreds. Dean would’ve rather took the Hellhound over this. Sobs racked his body as the lost of his sister ripped through him.

The door to his motel room suddenly flew open, and Sam and Castiel burst in. Dean looked up at them, quickly wiping his eyes. He tried to stop the tears from falling, but it’s like a switch turned on that he couldn’t turn off. Sam looked at Dean, taken aback. He’s never seen Dean like this. He ran over to his older brother, kneeling beside him.

“Hey Dean, it’s okay,” he said, not really sure what to say, for he has never needed to comfort his own brother like this.

Rage suddenly filled Dean. “No!” Sam jolted in surprise at his outburst. “Do you know how much it hurts Sam? Do you know how much it hurts to see Y/N when I look in the mirror every day? Do you know how hard it is to see her in me every single day?”

Sam���s face hardened. “No. I don’t know, Dean. But we’re brothers.” Sam looked at Cas. “We’re family. And we’re gonna get through this. Together.”

Dean sat there for a moment before nodding. “Together.”

[my-name-is-alice-ayers]

Imagine telling Dean you think you're pregnant

[jwnchstr]

Imagine you go hunting with Dean and he killed a monster with a single punch

You: Fantastic, beast!

Dean: Beast? [Pauses] I like that.

[this-is-spn20]

Day 1 of Christmas: Making Hot Chocolate

A/N: This is my first series! It’s gonna be interesting seeing your reactions and feedback! Let me know if you guys like this! Share it, and do whatever! 

Spread Love,

-Marissa

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Ahh yes, it's that time of year again. After the Thanksgiving drama and families breaking apart, it's time to bring them back together for Christmas. Sam and Dean did celebrate the holidays, just in their own little way. They never really decorated, watched Christmas movies, or baked cookies. Just a small “Merry Christmas”, some eggnog, and maybe watch a football game together. But now that you’re here, you’ll make sure this is the best of the holidays they’ve ever had! 

When you told the boys what you were planning this year for the holidays, they were obviously a bit reluctant. Mostly Dean. Sam was pretty interested in trying something new for the holidays. Sam wasn’t crazy (anymore), he knew that family was family no matter where you were. But celebrating with his brother and best friends was gonna be his dream come true. When Dean finally agreed to this whole thing, he appreciated that you weren’t just gonna throw them in the deep end right away with lights galore. He liked the slow and steady pace as opposed to the hard and fast life that hunting provided. He’d even say he’s thrilled to spend the holidays with his favorite people. Just don’t tell anyone or he will back out of the entire thing. 

What you had proposed to the boys was one activity a day, for every day of the month up until Christmas. You’d even convinced the boys to take no hunts for the month. You made up for the lack of hunting in December with what you called “triple-time hunting”. It went exactly how it sounds. Back to back to back hunts with no breaks whatsoever. It was gritty, brutal, and so worth it. Now you guys had time to rest up and relax for the month. Buying a shit ton of food and supplies so that you guys wouldn’t be caught in any storms for a run. And plenty of firewood for the fireplace room you’d secretly found while exploring the bunker on a slow day. Now all of you being left to your own devices, you started on your journey to celebrating the holidays with the boys. 

You’d told the boys to meet you in the kitchen about five minutes ago, with both of them finishing up their own activities, which left you with time to prepare. You took out the cocoa packets, got out the milk, and a pot. Now all you needed to do was wait for the boys. Sam and Dean rounded the corner at the same time.

“Hey, Y/n! What’s up?” Sam greeted Dean coming from behind him. 

“Remember how I said we will be doing one Christmas thing a day?” Sam and Dean nodded. “Well, we’re starting now. Dean get out 3 mugs for us, I’ll put on the milk, Sam, you just stand there and look pretty.” You winked at Sam and he slightly blushed, giving you a little bitch face activity. 

You, Sam, and Dean made small conversations while the milk warmed up on the stove. You grabbed a pack of marshmallows out of the cabinet and made Sam put the cocoa in the milk when it started to froth up a bit and turned the stove down a few notches. Laughs and conversations were shared while you made Sam stir the pot of now delicious-smelling cocoa. When it was ready, you put on one of your mittens and grabbed the pot and brought it over to where the mugs were, and poured the drinks into their respective mugs. You quickly put the pot back on the stove to cool off and snatched off your mitten and plopped three big marshmallows into all the mugs. 

Huge smiles on Sam and Dean’s faces told you two things:

You guys REALLY needed this break.

This idea of yours was definitely one of your best.

But for all of you stood in the kitchen lounging about and enjoying your drinks. This little happy family of yours, warm, safe, and sound, beats anything you’d ever gone up against. Nothing could compare to the lively atmosphere of tonight. 

Until tomorrow at least. 

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[winchester-books]

Night to Remember

Based On: Supernatural

Characters: Winchester!Sister x OC Sam, Dean

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1150

A/N: not to pat myself on the back or anything, but this is probably my favorite thing that i’ve ever written

Summary: Y/N Wincheser manages to convince her brothers to let her go to prom.

Everything was perfect.

Your dress made you look hot as hell and hugged you in all the right places, you’d managed to curl your hair- not without a few burns, of course, and you’d even applied a little bit of makeup.

In your mind, there was no way tonight could go wrong. You’d been waiting for your senior prom for years and imagined every possible outcome and planned for them all. Nothing was going to stop you from having the time of your life, you only had one more obstacle in your way, your brothers.

It had taken months and an airtight argument, one that even Sam had to admit was impressive, to convince your brothers to let you go.

Both had been worried about the possibility of a monster tracking you down. It took a few days, but you were able to assure them that one, you could take care of yourself and two, you’d call them the second anything happened. When they still weren’t completely sold, you reminded them that it was pretty much the equivalent of you going to school and that you would be fine.

Sam had been concerned that there would be alcohol, but to his disgruntled agreement, you pointed out that you’d already consumed copious amounts of alcohol in your 17 years of life- but you still promised that you wouldn’t drink.

Dean, to no one’s surprise, was completely against the idea of you taking the Impala to the dance. In his words, there was no way in hell that he’d let his baby anywhere near a crowd of drunk teenagers. You explained you already had a ride to the dance, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it.

When you brothers asked who was taking you, you left it with the simple answer of, “a friend”. Of course, you had ‘conveniently’ forgotten to mention that it was a boy taking you to the dance and he that you were going as his date… Oops.

You paced at the bunker’s door, waiting for your your ride, Dylan, to knock. You checked the time for the fifth time in two minutes, praying he’d be here soon so you could slip out of the bunker unnoticed by your brothers.

“Y/N/N!” Dean called from the bottom of the stairs, “Get down here!”

“I can’t, my rides almost here!” You said, anxiously checking your phone again.

“Oh come on, Y/N!” Sam hollered, “Just a few pictures,”

You groaned, making your way down the staircase.

“Come on, Y/N. You’re the first Winchester to go to prom, you can’t expect us not to document this,” Dean said, wrapping your arm around your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, “Smile!” He said, both of you grinning at the camera as Sam snapped a picture.

“My turn,” Sam said, handing the camera to Dean and swapping places with him. He wrapped his arm around you, both of you smiling at the camera. Once Dean took the photo, Sam turned to face you, “You look beautiful, Y/N,” he said warmly.

“Thanks,” you smiled, pulling both of your brothers into a hug.

“Please, be careful tonight,” Sam urged, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

You nodded, “I will,” you promised.

“And no boys,” Dean added, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Dean…” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious, Y/N. Boys are terrible-”

Dean was cut off by a knock on the door, “Sorry Dean, I gotta go,” you shrugged, quickly hugging your brothers one last time before hurrying up the stairs.

“Wait, I’ll come with you, I want to meet your friend,” Dean said, following you up the stairs.

“NO!” You froze, quickly clearing your throat, “Uh- I mean no, it’s fine. She’s running a little late so we have to go,”

“It’s fine, it’ll just take a minute,” Dean said, reaching the top of the stairs and standing next to you.

You closed your eyes, sighing in defeat as you prepared yourself for the perpetual embarrassment that was going to come when your brother connected the dots that you were going with a boy.

You reluctantly opened the door, revealing Dylan in his black suit and red tie, which matched your dress, and a corsage in his hand.

“Uhhh, Hey Dylan,” you said quietly, took afraid to look at Dean’s face.

Dylan’s grin faltered when his eyes landed on your brute of a brother that was towering over him and glaring daggers at him.

“Sammy!” Dean yelled, “Get up here,”

You mouthed a silent apology to Dylan, whose eyes only went wider when Sam appeared behind you, “What’s wrong… Oh,” Sam stopped mid-question as he noticed the boy standing there akwardly.

Dean shifted his glare to you, “Care to introduce us, Y/N?”

“I… Uhh- this is Dylan,” you answered, still trying to avoid Dean’s gaze, “He’s… Umm he’s my friend,”

Dylan quickly put the corsage behind his back, giving Sam and Dean a weak smile, “Yeah, we… we’re friends,”

“Y/N, go back inside,” Dean ordered.

“Dean, please don’t! I’m sorry okay,” you looked between him and Sam with your Winchester ‘puppy dog eyes’, “I should’ve told you, I just didn’t want you to freak out! Please, just let me go,”

Sam and Dean shared looks, somehow able to have a conversation without words. Finally, Dean sighed, “Fine,”

“Thank you so much Dean,” you said, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“But I swear, if you hurt her or try anything- and I mean anything, Sammy here will kick your ass, then I‘ll kill you,”

You forced a laugh, looking at Dylan, “He’s kidding,” But you and Dylan knew by the look in Dean’s eye he meant every word he said.

“Y-Yes sir,” Dylan answered.

Sam gave you one last hug, “Have fun,” he said with a small smile.

You smiled, following Dylan to his car and mouthing a thank you to your brothers as he opened the passenger door for you. You didn’t notice the threatening gestures your brothers were giving to Dylan as he walked to the other side of the car and got in.

“I don’t think your brothers Iike me very much,” Dylan muttered as he started the car and drove off.

“Are you kidding? The last time I indroduced them to a guy they literally chased him off and Dean threatened to shoot him on site if he ever saw his face again,” you said with a sigh of relief, “So, you did something right,”

“Your brothers seem pretty…” Dylan thought carefully about his word choice, “protective,” he said, stifling a laugh.

“That’s one word for it,” you chuckled, “They can be overbearing at times, but I know it’s just because they love me. I’m sorry if they freaked you out,”

Dylan shook his head, “They did- they definitely did,” he laughed, “But I survived, and I’d face them all over again if it means I get to spend more time with you,”

You smiled, looking down to hide your blush, “Thank you Dylan, this is truely going to be a night to remember,”

[this-is-spn20]

Day 7 of Christmas: Make/Eat Chicken Stew

A/N: Wow! I made it to seven days! This is gonna be my longest series ever! But this is fun! Cheers to week one! And to two more! Just a reminder that requests are CLOSED for the month of December during my Days of Christmas event! 

Spread Love,

-Marissa

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Another slow lazy day in the Bunker was exactly what you all needed, even if you weren’t sure at the time. The last thing you needed was for you or your boys to catch something from being outside too much. It was already a surprise you all didn’t catch anything after playing in the snow for as long as you did. You didn’t want to push your luck. Sam had mentioned wanting a good, hearty, meal lately. And today, you’d give him just that. 

You’d just finished cutting up your chicken breast and seasoning them to perfection. You moved them to the fridge and moved on to cutting up your veggies which consisted of grand red bell peppers, onions, carrots, celery, two mint leaves, and some cilantro.  You’d started cutting up ingredients at around two pm and it was nearly half past 3 when you moved on to cutting your potatoes. You’d called in Sam and Dean for help. You’d need at least half a bag's worth of potatoes for the huge pot you were making. You talked of good and bad memories while on hunts and in the bunker. When all the potatoes were cut, You turned on one of the burners.

You dumped your chicken in the burning pan and proceeded to brown them a bit. After you were satisfied with the color on your chicken you took the pan off and put it on one of the back burners. You didn’t cook the chicken all the way. It would cook in the broth once you put it on. You did the same with the bell peppers and onion. While grilling them for a bit, you grabbed your chicken broth and put it in your pot, and let it start simmering a bit. When the broth was about to start boiling, you added your seasonings to the broth and your pan of onions and bell peppers. You turned off the fire to the veggies and added flour to the pan to thicken it up a bit to a gravy-like mixture. Then turned the burner down for your broth pot. 

Once you were satisfied with the mixture, you added your carrots and potatoes to the broth. After about an hour of cooking and simmering the potatoes, you add the veggies from the other pan. Letting it simmer and adding a bit more seasonings you stood there and stirred the pot a bit. Happy with how the meal was coming out and brought your book into the kitchen and set your timer. After your timer went off, it was finally time to add in your chicken and let it cook for another 30 or so minutes. 

You grabbed a tasting spoon and tasted a bit of everything in the pot to make sure everything cooked correctly. You did a little happy dance as the taste hit your tongue. You added a finishing touch of heavy cream and smiled to yourself. The boys would demolish this no doubt. You turned off your burner and waited for the pot to cool down a bit and made some big bowls for you and the boys. They pushed each other to get into the kitchen first. They’d been smelling the food for hours and couldn’t eat it.

They were practically drooling like rabid dogs as they dug into their bowls. You shook your head and ate your food like a sane person. By the time Sam and Dean had the 3rd bowl they were rubbing their stomachs and ready for a nap. You smiled as they thanked you for their dinner and Dean invited you and Sam to another night in his man cave for another movie night. Dean even let you play your favorite movies. You, Sam, and Dean woke up hours later to you all sprawled across the room from each other and giggling like school girls. 

This was the best night yet. 

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Day 3 of Christmas: Make Gingerbread Cookies

A/N: Just a reminder that requests are CLOSED for the month of December during my Days of Christmas series.

Spread Love,

-Marissa

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There was a certain kind of buzz in the bunker today. And no, not from the generator. There was excitement in the air. This happy energy put a certain ‘pep’ in everyone’s step. Today you’d told the boys to save their energy because today you’d all be making soft gingerbread cookies! You’d asked your mother and grandmother for the recipe and they finally agreed to give it to you after a considerable amount of begging. They also decided you were “old enough now” to have the recipe and to pass it on to the important people in your life.

You were practically buzzing with anticipation yourself. You’d gotten up early with Sam just because you were too excited to go back to sleep. Sam was in the kitchen making his protein shake for his run and lacing up his shoes. He’d asked if you were alright since you never got up this early. You told him you were fine, and he didn’t believe it until you told him why. 

“I’m just excited for today! I’m fine Sam, really.” You said with a Cheshire cat-like smile. 

“What’s today?” Sam asked, a little nervous about your answer. 

“You’ll see Sam. Have a good run, I’ll be in the library.” You rose from your seat and practically skipped to the library. Leaving Sam to wonder what you had planned for the day. 

Three hours later, you were in your comfy bean bag chair in the library reading a new book in a series you recently bought. You were excited but calm as you flipped through the pages, wondering what would happen next. Sam sat in his usual chair, reading one of the Alice in Wonderland books. A small yet content smile on his face as he enjoyed his own little adventure. Peace and quiet wasn’t something hunters got often. Some others would start getting a little antsy by now (and admittedly Dean was), but you all still enjoyed the hunter-rader being quiet. No news is good news in this case. 

Dean woke up a little bit ago, he came to the library and greeted you and Sam with a hearty “Good morning.”, with you and Sam greeting him back. He asked if any of you wanted him to make breakfast, to which you and Sam agreed and Dean retreated back into the kitchen to make some bacon, eggs, and toast for Sam, and waffles for you and Dean. It was a quiet but pleasant morning. After the dishes were washed out by you and dried but Sam. You’d called Dean into the kitchen. Where your afternoon activities would start, and you just couldn’t contain yourself as Dean walked through the kitchen. 

“Alright Y/N, what do you have planned for us today?” Dean said as he met you and Sam behind the counter. 

“I hope you boys got some aprons ready because we are making my grandmother's famous gingerbread cookies!” 

Dean and Sam’s eyes lit up like fireworks as you instructed them to get out a few bowls and you preheated the oven. After mixing in all the ingredients and placing the dough on the baking sheet, the oven went off, indicating the oven was preheated to its set temperature. Sam slid the sheet into the oven. While cleaning up the kitchen, Sam was sweeping up eggshells, sugar, and flour from the ensuing three-way food fight started by Sam, surprisingly. You were all still giggling like a group of school girls and enjoying the relative silence until the oven timer went off, indicating the cookies were done. 

Dean got the first cookie and shoved it in his mouth as soon as the cookies cooled down, moaning as the cookie practically melted in his mouth. Sam and you grabbing your own cookies and following Dean’s example. The three of you made eye contact and busted out laughing. 

The vibes were immaculate that evening as you all retired to Dean’s man cave and watched slasher movies all night long. 

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Day 25 of Christmas: Celebrate Christmas!!

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! This was such a cool writing experience for me! I've never written this much in my life. But as fun as this was, it was exhausting. Honestly, I'll probably never do this again. But I might do something similar! It just depends! But if I do ever do this again, it'll have to be a lot of prep time around it. But maybe next year, I can collab with other writers and make this a collaborative thing! Perhaps even have you guys make submissions! Either way, Thank you to all the new people who followed me and my small blog! 51 followers! I might not be a lot to some, but I never thought I'd get this many! So thank you for spending time with me. Also worth mentioning, I will not be writing for 2 weeks, I need time to recharge. So if anyone sends in any requests, they will not be written/posted until mid-January. Yes, this means requests are officially OPEN again. I just won't be posting anything until the middle of the month.

I wish you all a prosperous New Year, and may 2023 have mercy on us all. Stay safe and healthy.

Spread Love,

-Marissa

The word count is 3,245. (I'm so sorry)

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Today was the day!! You were finally at the most exciting day of the year! You spent all month, not just sitting around, sulking in the bunker all month long. You did so many things and had so many adventures! So many new stories and memories made by all your friends, and you couldn’t be more grateful to Sam and Dean for going along with your crazy shenanigans. When you first brought the idea up to them, you just knew they’d reject it hard. But nope! They were reluctant, but they went with it, for you. And you hoped your presents would be enough to pay them back. You’d always loved giving to people. Giving so much that you barely left any compassion for yourself sometimes. You just felt that if everyone around you was happy, so were you. If there was a problem? You’d be the first to try to handle it. You were just a bit worried the boys wouldn’t like your gifts. You’d thought about them really hard before even considering buying them. But still, sometimes all the brainstorming in the world could lead absolutely nowhere when it comes down to the mercy of the recipient. 

It was 7 am on the dot when your bed was shaking and you jolted awake, immeadiently you dug under your pillow and pulled out a pocket knife all in a flash. The person unlucky enough to be at the end of the knife was nonother than hellraiser Dean. Your knife landed on his forehead and he quickly jerked away, slightly losing his smile. You grumbled something about how you should beat his ass for scaring you silly like that. But he just laughed mockingly at you. He practically dragged you out of your bed and down the hall to the map room. Your brain and legs were barely working so you struggled to keep up with Dean’s long legs. Sam sat in one of the chairs and shook his head as he saw Dean drag you in with puppy-like excitement. You took and Dean took to sitting on the floor, eagerly awaiting Sam to do the same. Early in December, you’d all agreed with everyone getting 5 presents from each person. Meaning everyone is getting 10 presents. Which you all figured would be more than enough. You all agreed to rock paper scissors as a way to determine who would open their presents first. 

Whenever that game came into the mix, Dean always lost first. And indeed that’s what happened today. You and Sam were locked in the childish game, staring at the other’s hands intensely. Trying to decipher the other’s next move. You and Sam played the game just for fun sometimes, it was a good little mind game to occupy each other for a bit. And it was always a toss-up of who would win. Today, Sam won. Throwing his hands in the air in victory, You mumbled something about not being awake enough for the game. Dean and Sam declared you a sore loser while you helped Sam grab all 10 of his gifts. The first box Sam went for was a medium-sized box and something rattled inside a bit he didn’t shake it even more fearing it was fragile. The wrapping paper went one way and the box lid went the other. Finally, Sam slightly gasped at the light blue polaroid camera. Sam loved it if the way he held it so gently was any indication. Dean then spoke up and said, “Well for all your modern technology crap, I know you still appreciate the older things. I bought extra film in case you go overboard, like usual.” Dean smiled shyly at Sam. Sam gave Dean a subtle bitch face but thanked Dean for the gift. He really did like it. He would always be a fan of classics. Sam absolutely loved the air fryer you gave him. He’d been begging Dean for one for months to no avail. You brushed him off to avoid more blushing when he expressed his gratitude to you. He was speechless when he opened the black leather boots you got him. You noticed his current boots were hanging on their last life and thought it’d be a nice present. Sam seemed to enjoy Dean’s Bluetooth earbuds and speaker, glad he wouldn’t always have to listen to Dean’s music on the road now. He also really liked the leather messenger bag from Dean. Sam being the resident researcher meant he had to keep a lot of books, his laptop, and papers with him at all times. He wasn’t really a fan of carrying his workload with him at all times. At least he had somewhere to put his stuff on the road now. The solar phone charging bank was perfect for his long hikes. He often had to end his hikes early because of his phone battery. He couldn’t do late-night hikes either for the same reason. But now, with Dean’s gift, it was possible now and he couldn’t be happier. The last gift from Dean was a mini projector for Sam’s room. Anytime Sam wanted to watch an old movie or anything really on a projector, was now a possibility. Sam was excited and looked as if he would burst with joy. But he wasn’t done just yet. He still had to open the rest of your presents. 

Sam tore into the wrapping paper again with fervor. It was a huge package, and he couldn’t hold himself back as he let out a short but happy little giggle. You giggled too at his adorable, bright, happy face. When the package was opened, Sam couldn’t believe his eyes. It was beautiful. A gorgeous 4 feet tall bookshelf lay in front of Sam. He stuttered and stumbled with his words a bit before he just grabbed you and held you in a big, warm hug. His voice wavered even with his attempts to keep his voice steady. He whimpered a soft, shaky thank you in your ear. You told him he still had one more gift before he dissolved into a puddle of tears. He let go of you and opened his last present. He opened it to see a box of cassette tapes. He was confused until he saw the cassette player at the bottom. Sam looked at Dean who just shrugged his shoulder and sat up a bit, not knowing where this was heading either. You told Sam to play the first tape. He popped the first tape into the player and your voice played through its small, but fairly loud speakers. 

“Hey Sam, I wanted to do something special for you for Christmas. This box of tapes is me reading your favorite stories to you and singing your favorite songs to you as lullabies! I’ve included a few other songs and stories you may not know just for a little variety. I hope you enjoy it. Sweet dreams Sam.” Sam pressed pause on the tape. Sam looked over at you to see your face flushed with a shy smile on your face. You looked up and saw both boys look at you in awe. They couldn’t believe you did something so sweet for Sam. Dean had a small smile of approval. There was a hint of jealousy you saw there. But he had his own set of tapes coming. He just didn’t know that. Sam was so happy. There were tears in his eyes again and he could barely hold them back. Letting one tear slip out. His voice was soft as he said another thank you and held the tape player close to his chest. 

Dean was about to play rock paper scissors with you but you told him you’d let him go first. He was surprised but didn’t complain as you and Sam helped him gather all the presents addressed to him. Dean went to open a long present. Excited to see it was from Sam he ripped the paper off and threw the lid somewhere you didn’t register. You let out a ruckus laugh and Sam did too. Dean was pissed as he pulled a walking cane out of the box. Dean immediately gave death glares to both of you. You were pretty sure he wanted to beat Sam with it. Sam slowly stopped laughing and explained the gift hoping his dear brother would beat him while he was speaking. 

“You know when we hunt, sometimes we have to hike or set up camp. Well, I bought the cane so that it’ll be easier for you to walk through whatever terrain and have a quick weapon to defend yourself if you’re alone or you just need something quick. That and you’re old.” Sam smirked and Dean was getting ready to smack Sam in the back of the head. Sam interrupted his thoughts by telling Dean to twist the little elephant at the top of the cane. Dean was surprised that the top could come off and as he pulled the top of the cane away from the rest, there was a long, fairly thick almost sword-like blade that was attached to the elephant. You stared at the blade in wonder and Dean did the same. It was so fucking cool. He loved it Although Dean did threaten Sam with a good smack if there was another gift like that in the future. Sam laughed and brushed Dean off, knowing that he would never do such a thing. Dean moved on to his next present with slight excitement. He opened another one from Sam. It was a coffee maker! Dean tore the remaining packaging on it and admired it as he slightly sat back. The bunker’s old machine was getting worse and worse. Instead of coffee, it was producing something close to a sludge instead of a drink. So Dean having his morning cup of caffeine and sugar wouldn’t be your guy’s problem anymore. The next few gifts had Dean damn near jumping around like a little kid. Dean really liked the pair of boots you got for him, and damn near tackled you when he open his own set of your handmade winter accessories. He for some reason was very taken by the gloves. He also loved the safe you’d given him. He had a hard time finding places in his room to keep his most prized possessions. He appreciates the fact that he now has a place for all the items he holds dear. Dean opened another considerably large-sized present and he gasped when it revealed a chair hammock. Sam told him he noticed the only place in the Dean Cave to sit on was the couch and not much else. Sam hoped he could help spice up Dean’s relaxing place with a bit more comforting furniture. Dean pulled Sam into a tight, yet short hug. Clearing his throat he quickly moved on to the next present. Another long package and Sam snickered. You shook your head, knowing you’d probably have to keep Dean from tearing Sam’s head off. Dean unraveled the paper from the box and almost dropped the box in surprise. You gasped and looked at Sam with wild, yet soft eyes. Dean’s hands started shaking as he revealed the red and black electric guitar to you in pure, unadulterated excitement. Dean played a few out-of-tuned notes and hugged the instrument to his chest. The number of times Dean said thank you to Sam was uncountable. Desan felt so proud to have a brother as cool (and annoying) as Sam. Another, longer hug this time was shared between the brothers as you looked on with slightly teary eyes. When they finally broke away, Dean quickly grabbed his last present which was from you. He tore the paper apart quickly to move on from his overwhelming emotions. It didn’t help when he opened the lid to the box and saw his own set of cassette tapes and tape player. He couldn’t believe you took the time out of your days to make something like this for himself and Sam too. This just solidified what they both knew. They didn’t deserve you.

The boys sat themselves up a bit from where they sat. You were last to open their gifts You grabbed all your gifts and looked to the boys with playfully suspicious glares and started opening the first gift you laid your hand on. They were getting anxious. This was a way for them to pay you back for everything you do for them. As far as they were concerned, you didn’t need to pay them back a dime. They just wanted to show you they appreciated you. In whatever way they could. And for now, they just hoped you liked their gifts, although nothing could top what you did for them. You started off with Sam’s gift which was in another long, thick box. You opened it up and squealed loudly while jumping up and down. You were freaking out when Dean told you to pull the thing out of the box. It was an axe bass based on one of your favorite characters of all time. Marceline from Adventure Time. You loved the show and all its characters, but you loved Marceline even more. She was just such a good character and attached to her. Now you had a token of her character. Sam watched the show with you a few times and grew to love it. He saw how much you loved Marceline, so he made the move to buy you the bass, just for you little fangirl self. You were such a manic mess, you couldn’t stop smiling. Even when going for your next gift from Dean. You ripped off the paper so fast the boys swore you took it off in one swipe. You opened it to see a roll of LED lights. You were never much for following trends and the newest fads. But you just loved those lights you saw everyone had on tik tok. You just loved the idea of changing the aesthetic of your room in a few seconds. It was fun! You hadn’t stopped talking about the damn lights for a week and now that you had them, you could finally spare the boys' ears. Until you inevitably found something else to obsess over. Dean’s knife necklace was a hit with you along with Sam’s pair of daggers made for you with your initials engraved on both blades. Sam also indulging in your childish side felt nice, most considered you to be a bit too childish at times but while that could be true, you just wanted to feel like a kid again sometimes. So when your next present from Sam was a medium-sized bubble machine you nearly crushed the man in a hug. Dean’s next gift almost made you cry. You knew the boys were getting sick of you going on and on about making new things with crocheting and such. You told them countless times that trying out sewing would be a dream come true. So when you saw a cute light blue sewing machine, you screamed so loud the boys needed to cover their ears. They knew you were happy but jeez did you have a pair of lungs on you. You melted when you saw Dean had already ordered different fabrics for you. Ugh, these boys were more than you deserved. 

Sam’s last gift to you was one of the best things yet. He got you a telescope! You were so happy that you almost let a tear escape your eye. You’d always loved space and everything to do with it. Hell sometimes if you had nothing to do around the bunker, you’d look into the science of space. You loved learning about new advances made and you always wanted to look at the stars and planets. But since the bunker’s telescope only showed the different dimensions and now that didn’t work either since the departure of Mrs. Butters. You had nothing to see the stars with. Until now. Thanks to Sam you could now watch all the stars and planets you wanted. You wrapped Sam in a softer hug leaning up to whisper a thank you in his ear. He squeezed you even tighter for a moment, then let go. 

You’d opened up all your presents and thought you were done when Dean protested, saying you didn’t get his last gift. Thinking you’d missed a box under the tree you looked again until Dean told you to come with him to the garage. The dammed garage you’d been forbidden to go in since the beginning of the month. You were teaming with excitement as Sam covered your eyes and Dean grabbed your hands to lead you to the garage. Your steps were unsure and hesitant. But when you felt the cold concrete in the garage touch your bare feet, you walked even faster. Finally, Dean stopped you and positioned you to face your right. Dean counted to three and Sam took his hands off your eyes. The first thing you saw was bright cherry red 1961 Chevrolet Corvette. You screamed for the longest time and jumped up and down. You couldn’t believe it! When you first moved into the bunker, the boys gave you a tour of the place. When you first stepped into the garage you fell in love with this car only to be wholly disappointed that the car didn’t start. You quickly turned to Dean and captured him in the tightest hug you could muster. Tears fell freely from your eyes as you thanked him over and over again. When you finally pulled yourself together, you went to Sam and held him in the same way you did Dean. 

Dean asked if you wanted to take her for a spin and you quickly agreed. Not even bothering to get your stuff. You felt at peace and satisfied to hear the purr of the engine. You, Sam, and Dean drove all over town and were having a blast. Your holiday season was done, but that didn’t mean the adventures did. And you were ecstatic about the adventures to come next. With your boys at your side, you could do anything. 

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Day 24 of Christmas: Open One Christmas Present

You were all about to burst. You were all too excited. You caught both boys trying to sneak and peek at their presents and admittedly you tried taking a few looks as well. But that was natural. Ever since Sam gave you a good ‘telling off’, you’ve tried distracting yourself as much as possible. And you pulled the boys right along with you of course. You’d all been cleaning nonstop all morning. Only when the bunker was spotless by 1 o’clock did you guys finally settle down. You still had the urge to check if your presents were still in their place and untouched. You made your way to the room you’d found while looking for blankets and pillows for last night’s fort escapade. You lovingly called it your “Cat Cave”. Cheesy and a bit weird sure, but it didn't harm anyone, cause no one knows. And you intend to keep it that way. When you walked into the room, you went immediately to your little hiding place for the presents and saw that everything was just how you left it. Perfect. You locked the door to the room behind you as you skipped down the hall. You made your way to the kitchen and pulled out one of your favorite snacks from the cabinet and started eating. Your knees shook under the table as you munched. You eyed the clock on your phone with envy and a bit of spite. You knew you could just demand presents be opened right now, but you just wanted to pace yourself. Wait for just a few more hours. You’d finally had enough of eating your anxiety away and returned to your room. 

You turned your tv on to distract yourself for a few hours, watching your favorite YouTubers definitely made the time fly by. But only for a bit. You felt your eyes get heavy and decided to turn your tv down a bit and get under your covers for a ‘quick’ nap. Because it never was a quick nap, you got extra comfortable. You finally drifted off to sleep happy, knowing when you’d wake up, you could open up one of your presents. You woke up at half past 7. You woke with a bit of a start from something playing on your tv. You swiped your hands across the bed in search of the remote. Once found, you shut off the tv and sat up, snatching the blankets off your body. After you stretched and yawned, you got up from your bed and used the bathroom. You were practically bouncing while washing your hands. You couldn’t dry your hands fast rough, and your hands were still slightly wet but you basically sprinted to the map room, shouting to the boys to come with you. They practically ripped their doors off the hinges as they followed suit. You all look like a bunch of kids, and indeed, that’s what you all felt like. You finally made it to the big, beautiful tree in the map room. Dean was the first to sit in front of the tree. You sat next, and lastly Sam. You told the boys that for Christmas Eve, all of you choose one present to open and open the rest tomorrow morning.

When you said that, the boys immeadiently snatched their desired present and you grabbed your lats. All three of you make your way to the library table. The boys insisted you open your present first. You weren’t sure at first but they encouraged you. You ripped into the wrapping paper to reveal a plain white box underneath. You saw Sam shift in his seat. So this was his present. You opened the box and met were met with the sweetest thing that you ever had given you. You found hand-carved wooden crochet hooks. They weren’t perfect, but they were so sweet. You couldn’t help but wipe the tears coming to your eyes and got up to hug Sam. You asked how he carved the hooks. He explained that while he obviously had help, he wanted you to know that he supported your hobby and he was happy to take the time to learn a new skill and make something that would help you with your own craft. So that's what he's been doing at the library. You again thanked him profusely and told him to open his present. He smiled down at the soft present and smiled. He could tell that this was clothing, but instead of negative emotion, he just felt curiosity and wonder.

He tore into the paper and saw a glimpse of the contents of the package. His heartstrings were tugging at him tough. He pulled out a set of winter clothing accessories. A scarf, gloves, and a beanie hat. It was some of your favorite projects to make. You’d spent a good week on Sam’s set, making sure it would all correctly fit him. You did the best you could. Dean looked at you in wonder and adoration. Both boys were incredibly surprised and proud that you made these things for them. Sam would definitely wear these for the rest of winter. Sam tried on all of the things and you did a pretty good job getting it right for him! Sam got up and almost tackled you in a tight, warm bear hug. You were sure if Sam reacted like this to his set, you knew Dean would love his. Lastly, Dean was encouraged by both you and Sam to open his gift. Dean’s present was a bit bulky and heavy. You took a few guesses on what it may be, but when Dean ripped open the gift, he was left speechless. It was a thick 600-paged journal with his initials on the bottom right corner. You looked at Sam, tears forming in your eyes again. Dean was a stuttering mess. Sam saved him by explaining he saw Dean’s hunter journal was running out of pages. Sam figured Dean could transfer all his other notes into the new journal, or just have it when he ran out of pages. Dean stood and tried to hide his trembling bottom lip, but it was no use, you both saw right through his tough-guy act. He hugged Sam for a long time before pulling away, clearing his throat, and grunting out a quick “thank you” to Sam before sitting back down.

You guys sat in the map room, admiring the tree again and talking about how you all came up with ideas for their presents. One thing was for sure, you’d be surprised if anyone got any sleep tonight.  

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