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lemonsprite · 3 months ago

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 || 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

Summary: you’re always there to pull him from his thoughts Word Count: 432 Warnings: mentions of war and fighting also NOT BETA READ (someone please be my beta reader lol) A/N: Jojo stop posting fics from obscure/dead fandoms challenge impossible edition also idk why I’ve been posting so many x readers lately but Ty all for eating them up!! Mwah!! Xoxo

John stared at the wall of your shared living room. He sat eerily still on your couch, slumped slightly as his gaze bore a hole into your shag carpet. Hell you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen him blink for the past five minutes.

You’d seen this look with John before. He was stuck in his own head, reliving moments from years ago. Mind lost in the jungles of Vietnam, hiding, killing, and surviving on what little he had while his body remained un-moving in front of your entertainment console.

“John…” you hummed quietly to make your presence known. Gently- as to not spook him like some wild animal- you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and pressed your face against the crook where johns neck met his collarbone.

He flinched involuntarily, mind snapping back to reality as he registered your body against his.

In an instant, John relaxed, melting into your touch. He leaned back every so slightly to get more of your bare skin pressed against his, savoring the touch.

“What are you thinking about?” You murmured into his ear, already knowing the answer as you pressed a gentle kiss to his stubble covered jaw, one of your free hands coming up to gently trace his cheekbone, attempting to calm and reassure him.

John let out a slow exhale, his chest rising and falling with the deep breath. He took a moment to appreciate your touch, a brief piece of tranquility that came to him rarely in civilian life.

“…’Nam…” answered John, his voice a low rumble that resonated in his chest.

Johns words pulled at your heart, a frown threatening to form on your lips as you turned around to fully face him, intent on getting him out of his own head.

“How about we think about something else hm?” You asked quietly. “Like how much I care for you?”

John let out a small amused huff. There was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth like he was trying to suppress a smile.

“You’re always tryin’ to distract me.” He noted, leaning closer to you.

“Is it working?”

Johns eyes flickered down to where you sat in front of him.

“You know it is.” He grumbled, tone begrudging but not unkind. He shifted slightly where he sat, attempting to pull you into his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Good.” You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek and curling up in his embrace, enjoying your partners close proximity.

‘Mission: successful.’ You hummed to yourself, content to stay where you were forever.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 6 years ago

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Ghostfacers- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,061

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“Dean, are you sure you know where you’re going?” You asked, looking at the house in question on your phone. You, Sam and Dean, picked up a case at a famous house called the Morton House. The story you read online is that a janitor was killed at the local hospital and his spirit started killing people. Every leap year, at midnight on February 29th, the spirit of that janitor haunts his house and the restless spirit along with any human to enter the house after midnight, become trapped until the next day.

“Yes, I know where I’m going.” Dean mocked you. He drove slowly through the narrow path leading to the house. He’d been driving through the woods for a while and you thought Dean became lost. However, if that were the case, it wasn’t like you could stop and ask for directions. Dean drove a little more until you saw the house in question.

“Wow, this just screams creepy.” You muttered. Dean drove up to the house and slowed it to a crawl. You held up your flashlight towards the house to see if you could see anything but you were still too far away.

“I can’t see anything. Just pull around back.” You said, turning off your flashlight. Dean grunted and he pulled away from the house, driving around the back. When you got there, you frowned when you found a car already there.

“Who the hell is here?” You asked as you got out of the house.

“Great, some teenagers probably.” Sam sighed as Dean opened the trunk. You grabbed your shotgun and your regular gun, Sam and Dean doing the same.

“What are we going to do? We can’t do our job and worry about a bunch of kids. This ghost is going to be gone for the next 4 years. We need to do this now.” You said, walking away from the car and towards the house.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them out,” Dean said, confident in his decision. You sighed and climbed the back steps before opening the door. You were thankful it wasn’t locked. You crept inside, your flashlight on with your gun in front of you. Even with people in here, you needed to be safe. You walked down the hallway, the Winchesters right behind you. You heard voices come from one of the rooms and you sighed, walking in,

“Okay, oh no!” A man yelped when he saw you and the Winchesters come in.

“Freeze! Police officers! Don't move!” Dean yelled at them and whoever was in the room froze, scared.

“Alright. Alright. Alright. Take it easy, take it easy.” Sam tried to calm down the other people in the room. Dean didn’t like his hunts becoming messy. He needed these people out of here.

“Let's see some identification,” Dean stated.

“Come on. Let's see some I.D.” Sam repeated.

“What—are we under arrest?” The same man as before asked.

“We are unarmed.” Another man with scruffy ginger hair said. You frowned and shined your flashlight on the man’s face, recognizing him immediately. That was Ed Zeddmore from HellHoundsLair.com. You did a job with them back in Texas with the Tulpa. They were the amateur ghost hunters.

“I know you,” Ed stated.

“Yeah, sure you do. Give me some identification.” Dean said, not recognizing him.

“Holy shit, Dean, we know this man.” You said.

“We do? What?”

“Uh, West Texas... the... the Tulpa we had to take out. Those two shitheads that almost got us killed... The hellhounds website?” You said, looking at Ed who stared at you.

“You remember me? I certainly remember you.” Ed smirked a bit. You knew they had a bit of a crush on you back then but you thought they would forget you.

“Hey, fuck off.” Dean glared at him, his jealous side coming out.

“Yeah, we're not hellhounds anymore, okay? It didn't test that well.” Ed said.

“Ed, what is going on?” The first man asked.

“Corbett, they’re not cops, buddy. No, not at all.”

“Ed, you had a partner, right? Harry? Where is he?” You asked and he looked surprised.

“You remember our names? Have you been thinking about us?”

“Just answer the damn question,” Dean growled.

“He's running around, chasing ghosts,” Ed answered.

“Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here,” Dean ordered and Ed just chuckled before taking a step towards Dean as if he were the alpha male.

“Alright. Listen here, chisel chest, okay? We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you.” Ed smirked. Dean looked at his brother before looking at you.

“They were here first,” Dean repeated and Ed nodded. Suddenly Dean grabbed Ed and pushed him against the wall.

“Oh, God,” Ed muttered, scared.

“Ed…” Dean trailed off.

“Yeah?”

“...where’s your partner?” Dean wasn’t going to back down and Ed finally knew that.

“He’s upstairs with two other people,” Ed confessed and you sighed, putting a hand on Dean’s shoulder. He peered at you before letting Ed go.

“You need to get out of his house.” You said. Ed looked at you before leaving the room he was in. You sighed and went to follow him but found yourself face to face with a camera.

“Get the hell out of my face.” You pushed the camera away before following Ed into the living room where a desk full of laptops and equipment was.

“What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed—on a leap year—what are you thinking?” Dean asked, walking into the living room.

“We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show.”

“What? Great. Perfect.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah, nobody's ever spent the night before,” Corbett said and you looked at him even though the camera was in your face.

“Uh, actually, yeah, they have.” You corrected him.

“Uh, we've never heard of them,” Ed argued. You looked at him and glared and he quickly looked away.

“Yeah, you know why? Because the ones that have, haven't lived to talk about it!” Dean yelled, looking into Corbett’s camera.

“Oh, come on, I don't believe you.” Ed scoffed.

“Look,” Sam said, pulling papers out of the duffel bag he carried into the house. “Missing-persons reports going back almost a half century. John Graham stayed on a dare: gone. Julie Wilkerson: gone. There are tons more. All of them came to just stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Daggett.”

“These look legit,” Ed said, filing through the papers.

“They are legit. Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die.” You said, trying to get it through his thick head how serious this is. Suddenly you heard screams and footsteps rush down the old stairs. You turned around and raised your gun, your flashlight pointed at the source of the noise. Three people came running down the stairs and you sighed when you recognized one of the men was Harry Spangler, Ed’s partner. You groaned and put down your gun but kept your flashlight trained on them.

“Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Guys! Guys! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! We got one! Corbett! Corbett, we saw one! We saw one!” Ed freaked out, yelling over the other two voices, yelling into the camera that Corbett was holding.

“Get outta here!” Ed said with an excited look on his face.

“It was a full apparition! It was like a class four. It was a spectral illumination! It…” Harry rambled but the only girl cut him off.

“It was amazing!” Harry was about to say something else when his eyes landed on you, Sam and Dean. Suddenly, everything went quiet.

“Hey, aren't those the fuckers from Texas?” Harry spat out before making eye contact with you.

“Yes,” Ed confirmed.

“Hey, I remember you.” Harry suddenly smirked. He had the biggest crush on you but you thought you made sure to let him know you’d knock him on his ass.

“I’ll still knock you on your ass.” You threatened and he lost his smile because he knew it was true.

“Alright, let's have this reunion across the street, guys.” Dean broke it up, trying to gather everyone up.

“Crap. What are you guys doing here?” Harry asked you and the brothers.

“Come on, come on. We'll get you ice cream—our treat. What do you say? Let's go.” Dean tried again but no one was listening to him. Everyone gathered around the laptop, everyone talking all at once. You groaned and put your fingers to your head, suddenly getting a headache.

“This is not happening.” You said to the brothers.

“Look at this. Look, look. Ed, Ed. No. No. Look at this. Okay, honest-to-god proof, alright?” The girl said, bringing whatever they saw upstairs on the laptop to show everyone. You sighed and walked behind everyone because you may as well see this. It might be something useful. On screen, a man in a suit suddenly appeared and began talking to someone who wasn’t shown on camera. Suddenly, he was shot twice and began to fall, disappearing out of sight before he could hit the ground. You looked at Sam and Dean but they sighed simultaneously.

“Are you kidding me?” Ed asked excitedly.

“Yeah. no, not kidding.” Harry answered.

“What kind of reading did we get?” One of the other men asked.

“Uh, Maggie, what was it again?” Harry asked the girl.

“It was a 10.9.”

“10.9?” Ed asked in shock.

“Yeah, it was 10.9. It was almost 11. I came out, and I was like, ‘what's going on?’ And I was like—wait, watch this. Oh! He got blasted. It was crazy.” Harry rambled, getting excited about this stuff. You felt a hand on your elbow and looked at Dean who motioned you to follow him. You walked away from everyone to discuss this with Sam and Dean. You failed to notice someone following you three.

“Think we were off on this? I mean, that was just a death echo.” Sam stated.

“Yeah, but what's it doing here? Did anybody get shot here?” You wondered.

“No, not that I could find.”

“What’s a death echo?” You jumped at the voice and saw that the nameless man had followed you with a camera. You groaned and hated cameras on you when you were working.

“Look, we got a problem here. That ghost ain't it.” Sam said, gaining your attention.

“What’s a death echo?” The man asked again.

“Echoes are trapped in a loop, okay? They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again, usually in the place where they were ganked. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie.” You answered, frustrated with this whole situation.

“So, maybe the echo's not dangerous, but maybe something else is,” Sam said. You and Dean knew that this was worse than it seemed. Echo’s don’t hurt people because all they could think about is how they died. They leave people alone so that isn’t what was scary about this house. Something else was at work here.

“You’re right,” Dean agreed before turning to the man with the camera, walking back into the room. “Alright, we need to get out of here, guys. Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Pack it up.”

“Guys, time is running out!” Sam urged them. If anyone was stuck here after midnight, they wouldn’t be able to leave… ever.

“We’re moving!” You yelled, pushing people towards the exit of the house.

“What about all of our equipment? What are we gonna…” Maggie trailed off, walking where Dean and Sam were guiding people to go.

“Lots of fun, let’s go,” Dean said, not paying attention to her.

“We got more material. We got all kinds of stuff. We'll make you guys recurring guest stars.” Harry bargained but you just pushed him to keep walking faster.

“Wait! Wait!” Ed yelled, making everyone stop. “Where’s Corbett?”

“We need to leave, like right now. Otherwise, you will get hurt.” You urged but Ed stood his ground.

“No man left behind.” He stared at you. Suddenly, an anguished scream came from upstairs and that is when everyone went nuts.

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