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[sillesworldofwriting]

Sick As A Dog

Title: Sick As A Dog

AO3

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: One-Shot

Words: 1020

Challenge: K’s Follower Challenge

Prompt: Being taken care of

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Author’s Note: My entry for @just-another-winchester 200 Follower Challenge! Thanks to @tngrayson for beta reading!

You groaned as you heard your phone ring. Why was someone calling you now of all times? You didn’t even have the energy to open your eyes properly, how were you supposed to accept the call? You phone was laying on the bedside table which, was too far away.

The ringing stopped after a while and you breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully the person got the hint and wouldn’t try again. You were disappointed a few moments later as “Carry On My Wayward Son” was played anew.

“God damn it,” you cursed, heaving yourself up and turning around to grab your phone. Seeing who was calling made you groan again.

The caller ID said Jensen and you knew that your boyfriend would be worried if you didn’t answer your phone for the second time. He was a worry wart like that.

But you also knew that he would immediately see that you were as sick as a dog which would make him worry too. You didn’t know which option was worse at the moment.

Sucking it up, you answered the call and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hey, honey,” you said with a sick voice that made you wince in your mind. Yep, he was definitely  going to notice.

“Y/N, hey,” Jensen greeted you, the concern already present in his tone. “Is something wrong? You don’t sound so good.”

Sighing, you rubbed at the bridge of your nose. There was no use in lying to him, you had to tell him the truth.

“I’ve got a cold. Nothing serious,” you explained, willing him to accept it and trying to suppress a cough at the same time.

“Are you sure?” he inquired. You could see his frown in your mind and had to smile a bit. Always such a mother hen. That’s why it was better not to tell him that you also had a fever and that your whole body hurt. You would take care of yourself. He deserved this long weekend off with his friends.

“I’m sure. I’m going to be much better by the time you’re back from skiing,” you reassured him.

“If you say so,” he said, still hesitant but finally launching into a story about Jared and his mishap.

A few minutes later you hung up the phone but not without Jensen asking you one last time if you really were okay, to which you explained again that everything was fine and that he should enjoy his time away.

Sighing, you laid your phone back onto the bed side table, debating if you should get up and make yourself something to eat. The kitchen was so far away. Your stomach rumbled angrily, deciding for you. Make something to eat and maybe some tea and then back to bed it was. You needed to be better when Jensen came home.

You woke up the next day with a monster headache and a squizzie stomach.

“Damn it,” you cursed, hiding under your blanket from the sunlight that was streaming into the bedroom from the window. “So much for being better.”

No way in hell were you getting out of bed, even though you knew you needed to. You needed to go to the toilet, and you desperately needed something to drink so you could wash the bad taste out of your mouth, but you were afraid of what moving would do to your head.

Suddenly, you could hear the door to your bedroom open.

“Y/N?”

Surprised, you pulled the blanket over your head to see your boyfriend standing at the foot of your bed.

“Jensen? What..?” You were overcome with a coughing fit before you could finish the question.

The bed dipped beside you but didn’t notice it, trying to concentrate on ending the coughing.

“Easy, easy,” murmured Jensen as he stroked your back, giving you a bit of comfort.

A few minutes later you finally were able to breathe normally again without hacking your lungs out and you relaxed against Jensen.

“Just a cold, my ass,” he whispered under his breath, giving you a kiss on your sweat soaked temple. “Your burning up, love.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. The question of why he was here was still burning on your tongue, but you were enjoying the closeness between you too much to say anything.

“You should have told me that it was this bad,” Jensen chided, giving away his concern in the tone of his voice.

“I didn’t know it was going to be,” you admitted softly, eyes still closed and pressing yourself closer to him, searching for warmth as shivers began to wrack your body.

“Well, I’m glad that I followed my gut and booked the next flight home then. I’m gonna take care of you know.”

“I know you will,” you replied, smiling beside your discomfort. Even though you felt guilty that he flew home early, you couldn’t help but be glad that he was here now. You knew you would feel better soon. Jensen always made you feel better no matter what. “I’m sorry that I ruined your weekend with the boys.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Jared actually told me to go. He was worried about you too.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be sorry about. Come on. Up you go,” he said, helping you stand up from the bed. You leaned heavily against him as your head began to pound again and you got slightly dizzy.

“I hate being ill,” you muttered, annoyed with how weak you were.

“Who doesn’t?” Jensen chuckled, laying is arm around your shoulders to guide you to the bathroom. “Can you take it from here? I’m going to make you some tea and warm up some chicken soup.”

“Yes,” you answered, nodding and taking a step into the bathroom without your knees giving out which you counted as a win.

“Good. Be back in a few.” With those words, he left you to do your business and to get get what you would need for the next couple of hours.

You smiled to yourself. You really had the best boyfriend.

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[67midnightwriter]

I Never Knew

A/N: This is a small drabble I wrote for @just-another-winchester ‘s 200 follower challenge! My song was What I Never Knew I Always Wanted by Carrie Underwood. Enjoy!

Dean x Reader

W/C (with lyrics): 1444

Warnings: none

Lyrics and Memories/Flashbacks are italics

Never was the kind to think about dressing in white

Wasn't waiting on a prince to come riding into my life

Thought I was happy on my own

'Til you came and proved me wrong

The black Impala roared through the night, racing the wind as its horses galloped hard on the road. The scenery outside was indistinguishable as it blended together in a blur of dark shapes. You pulled your eyes away from the window and studied Dean’s hard form as he watched the road unfold. Memories flooded your senses and you allowed yourself to be taken back.

He had waltzed into your life with the same confidence that he approached everything with. He had taken one look at you, sitting there nursing a whiskey at the bar, and grabbed your hand, blazing through every wall you placed before him.

“What are you drinking sugar?”

“I’m good thanks.”

You answered without looking up, but you felt the owner of the gruff voice sit down next to you. You were exhausted, and not in the mood to flirt. You had just finished up a grueling hunt; all you wanted to do was drink your whiskey in peace before going back to your hotel and sleeping for a solid five hours. You exhaled hard through your nose before pressing your lips to the glass and draining what was left.

“Let me get you another, you look like you could use it.”

“You know, if you’re trying to get me back to your hotel room you are failing miserably.” You turned and met a pair of the greenest eyes you’d ever seen. He smiled, and you knew fighting would be pointless.

You were the first one up the next morning, pressed and fitted against his side as if you were molded from the same block of clay. Sparks of electricity hummed everywhere your skin touched, and sneaking out that morning had been the hardest thing you’d ever done.

Five more times he found you, and five more times you had snuck out with the rising sun. The sixth time he found you, you woke up handcuffed to the bed. You were glaring at Dean when he woke up, and his deep laughter rumbled through the hotel room.

“This isn’t funny Dean.” You grumbled.

“You are freaking adorable first thing in the morning. Especially when you’re angry. Marry me.” He kissed the tip of your nose before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“No. Let me go.”

“Let me buy you breakfast.”

“Let me go!”

“Promise me you’re not going to run this time, let me buy you breakfast and I will let you go. I’m getting tired of chasing you.”

“Fine, but after breakfast I’m leaving.”

You had yet to be apart since he bought you that breakfast, and he asked you to marry him on a regular basis. You always turned him down. Not because you didn’t love him, Dean Winchester had made sure that you loved him with everything that you had, but because you did. Sitting here now, studying his profile in the dark, you realized something that you should have realized long ago. Saying no was pointless. It didn’t matter whether you were married or not; Dean would always lay his life on the line for you, and you would always lay your life on the line for him. You were two pieces of the same soul, destined to be together for the rest of your lives. Why it took this long to let down that last wall you didn’t know, but tonight’s hunt sent those last bricks crumbling to the floor in a pile of dust.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?”

“Ask me.”

“Ask you what?” You reached over and grabbed his hand. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, shooting a sideways glance your way.

“Dean, ask me.” You squeezed his hand for emphasis.

“Really Y/N/N? I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“Humor me, cowboy.” Dean sighed and his green eyes searched your face for a moment.

“Marry me?”

“Yes.”

Dean tore his hand from yours to grip the steering wheel as he slammed on the brakes, bringing the Impala to a screeching halt. He threw the car into park and turned to look at you, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide.

“What?”

“Yes.”

Dean dove for you, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you to his chest, pressing his lips to yours so hard it hurt. One of his hands left your back and you heard him fumbling around in the glove box. When he pulled away from you there was a little black box in his hand. He opened it, revealing a wedding ring you’d seen in every picture of his mom. His hands shook as he took it out of the box and slid it on to your finger.

It felt like coming home.

You locked your fingers with Dean’s as he pressed his forehead to yours. He leaned, pressing his lips to yours as he pulled your body against his. Gentle kisses turned needy and desperate as his hand traveled along your body, putting together pieces that you didn’t even know were broken. You pulled away, putting your hand up to pause Dean.

“Dean,” you breathed, “Dean wait.”

“What?”

“At least pull over to the side of the road first.”

Never pictured myself singing lullabies

Sitting in a rocking chair in the middle of the night

In the quiet, in the dark

You're stealing every bit of my heart with your daddy's eyes

What a sweet surprise

You pressed a kiss to his forehead as the last notes from your lullaby faded in the darkness. You never realized that the greatest distance could be as small as 18 inches.

“Dean.” Dean stood up as you walked into the room, a pregnancy test shaking in your hands. “I can’t do this Dean. I can’t look. We can’t do this.”

“Hey.” He walked over and wrapped his arms around you, one hand cradling the back of your head as you cried against his neck. “It’s going to be okay Y/N. It’s going to be great.”

The timer went off causing both of you to jump.

“I can’t look.” You pulled away just enough to hand him the pregnancy test. The silence that filled the room was suffocating, turning seconds into hours. “Well?”

“I’m gonna be a Dad.” He choked on a sob, his tears mingling with yours as he pulled you close.

His were happy tears, yours were devastated.

You had never given thought to having children; this life didn’t allow it. Up until last year you had never even given thought to ever getting married, but here you were. The logical side of you screamed everything that could go wrong; you knew how to take down a werewolf, but you had no idea how to even hold a baby. Your heart knew this was right. This was what you needed, both you and Dean. Your hands shook as you stepped back to look up into Dean’s bright green eyes. He brought a hand up to cradle your head, rubbing his thumb softly across your cheek.

“I know you’re scared, but I promise I will protect you, both of you, with everything I have and all that I am.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I trust you.”

18 inches was the distance between your head and your heart, and also the length of the tiny perfect bundle in your arms. He blinked up at you quietly, Dean’s green eyes staring back at you. The night moved on around you, but you didn’t care. Your world was here, sitting in this rocking chair, a new beginning in your arms.

You smiled as you heard Dean’s shuffle in the hallway. The door creaked open and he eased in, shooting a beaming smile your way.

“I told you I would take tonight’s shift.” He murmured as he placed a kiss on the baby’s head.

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep.” The baby yawned and blinked sleepily up at you.

“We made him.” You handed Dean the baby and watched with loving eyes as he took your place in the rocking chair, softly singing his favorite Kansas song as your son fell asleep.

There, in that rocking chair before you, was everything you never knew you needed.

I finally found what I never knew I always wanted

I couldn't see, I was blind 'til my eyes were opened

I didn't know there was a hole

Something missing in my soul

'Til you filled it up with your love

Yeah, you filled it up with your love, yeah

[katymacsupernatural]

A Sacrifice and a Broken Heart

Dean Winchester x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: A Vampire nest turns out to be bigger than expected, and you have to make a decision that would effect both you and Dean.

Written for my bestie @just-another-winchester and her 200 Follower Challenge. 

Warnings: Angst

“Y/N, get out of here now!” Dean yelled at you, never looking over his shoulder as he battled one vicious monster after another.

“Dean, I can’t leave you here alone! We just need to hold on until Sam shows up with backup!” You yelled back, slicing at another Vampire, cleaving his head straight off, not breaking stride. Turning to face the three other vampires coming at you, you took in a deep breath.

This nest was huge, bigger than anything you had ever fought before. They were coming out of the woodworks, up the stairs, down from the rafters. It seemed like you were always fighting at least three at all times, and Dean was the same way.

You were exhausted, your arms heavy from swinging the heavy machete back and forth, but you couldn’t stop. Even when your arms felt like jello, you had to keep going. Keep fighting. Help was on the way, you just had to keep moving, keep killing, until it came.

“Y/N, there’s too many,” Dean argued, slicing off a vamp’s head, before kicking another one in the stomach as it tried to land it’s fangs into his neck. “I just need you out of here, where I know you’ll be safe.”

“Not gonna happen,” you insisted, slowly moving your way towards him, stepping over the headless bodies, slicing another vampire’s head clean off. You were completely covered in blood, cuts covering your skin.

“Damn it Y/N,” he muttered, but you could hear pride in his voice.

Soon only grunts and screams were heard in the large barn as you continued to fight. At one point a Vampire sunk his teeth into your arm, ripping a scream from your lips. “Y/N!” Dean exclaimed, his attention turning from the Vampire he was fighting, trying to make sure you were safe.

“You son of a bitch,” you grunted through clenched teeth. Wincing, you pulled your arm from his mouth before swinging the machete with the other hand, killing him instantly. “I’m okay,” you told Dean. Your arm hung limply at your side, blood dripping down your fingertips, and you knew you would no longer be able to swing two handed.

“Y/N, please, just go!” Dean tried once again, but you glanced over to see that he had somehow gotten himself cornered, four vampires showing off their fangs as they came closer. “Leave me!”

“Hell no!” You argued, moving your way towards him, killing off a couple more vampires as you went. It seemed like the entire floor was littered with dead bodies, yet they still came. Intent on killing you. There were fouring cornering Dean, and at least three were trailing you, trying to get past the deadly machete held tightly in your grasp.

“Come on boys, this cat and mouse game is getting old,” you muttered, holding the machete up, your arm trembling with exhaustion. You knew you couldn’t fight much longer, but you had to keep trying.

With a snarl one lept towards you, almost knocking you to the ground. As you sidestepped him, you swung your machete one handed, cleaving through his neck. The other two charged you and you took both of their heads off in a single swipe.

Breathing harshly, you rushed towards Dean, your heart in your throat when you saw his machete on the ground, only one of the four vampires dead. He was fighting them as well as he could, swinging his fists, throwing the vamps to the ground. But they just kept coming back, and he was just as exhausted as you were. “Dean!” You screamed, launching yourself into the fighting circle, trying to reach for the machete when you noticed a vamp behind him, heading straight for his neck. “No!”

Instead of going for the machete like you had planned, you pushed Dean towards it, taking the brunt as the Vampire launched himself at you. Teeth shredded into your neck, teeth meant to kill Dean. An inhuman wail echoed across the rafter, and in a daze you realized it was coming from you. As the Vampire ripped into your neck, the two of you fell to the ground.

“Damn it!” Dean muttered, pulling the vampire from you, killing him and the other two in a surge of adrenaline, before dropping to his knees beside you, glancing in horror at the wreckage of your neck. “Y/N, why didn’t you listen to me?” He cried, taking off his flannel shirt and pressing it against the heavily bleeding wound.

The pain was excructiating, a warm deep throb surrounding the bite as blood poured out. “I couldn’t leave you to fight off all of these. Remember, we’re a team,” You stuttered, the words harder to say than you expected.

“Let’s get you back to the bunker, and taken care of,” he told you, gently picking you up in his arms. “I just wish Cas wasn’t MIA.”

Letting him carry you through the building, you clung tightly to him, knowing this would probably be the last time you felt this. Felt his arms around you, his heart beating underneath your cheek. You tried not to let it bother you, after all, you were a hunter. Death was always waiting in the horizon, and you were surprised you had lived this long.

But even as you felt Death’s shadow, you knew you didn’t want to die. Sure, you had willingly sacrificed yourself so Dean could live, but you weren’t ready to leave him behind. You loved him, and you needed more time with him. More mornings waking up in his arms, his breath tickling your skin as he held you tight. You wanted more evenings spent beside him in the Impala, driving nowhere, just spending time together.

But as Dean brought you out into the evening light, fear set in as you realized you could no longer feel much of your body. Your legs hung limp from his grasp, your lower body completely numb. Tears were slipping down your cheek, and you could see Dean’s jaw clench as he glanced down at you.

“We’ll get this figured out,” he tried promising you. “We always do.”

Your fingertips numb, you reached up, needing to feel his skin underneath yours. “Dean, love you,” you stuttered, blood staining your lips. Carefully, he slipped you onto the seat of the Impala, climbing into the driver’s seat, leaving that horrid place behind.

“We’re on our way. You just need to hang on,” he kept telling you over and over, as you stared up, seeing the sun set behind him, your entire body shivering.

Knowing that soon you would take your last breath, you slowly, painfully, moved your hand towards his, letting him link his fingers with yours as you watched the dusk turn to night, stars shining brightly, letting you know it was okay. You were in your favorite spot with Dean, and while he would be heartbroken, shattered for quite some time, you had done what had needed to be done. You had saved the man you had loved, and you were okay with that.

So when it was time for your Reaper to come, you went peacefully, staring down for a moment at the heartbreak unfolding beneath you, wishing you could let him know it would be okay. That he could move on from this.

Tears poured down his face when your fingers slid from his and he realized you were no longer beside him. Pulling the Impala over, he placed shaky fingers on your neck, letting out a moan when he was given proof that you were gone. “No,” he cried, wanting to pull you into his arms.

Glancing up at the Reaper, you pleaded with her. “Can I please have one minute with him?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s just not done. But I know Dean Winchester. He will find a way to get past this. He will be heartbroken, but Y/N, you did the right thing.”

Torn between wanting to stay, and needing to go, you reached down, ignoring the Reaper’s remark, placing your hand upon his cheek. He leaned into the touch, as you whispered into his ear. “Dean, I’m at peace. Please don’t mourn too long.”

Before you could see his response, the Reaper grasped your hand, pulling you away from your lifeless body and heartbroken husband to what awaited you in the beyond.

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[just-another-winchester]

Hello! May I write #7 “A Way With Words” for a Dean x Reader?!

Of course my love! A Way With Words is yours! I can’t wait to see what you do with it!!

WANNA JOIN!?

[just-another-winchester]

Hey there! Congrats to 200 followers. I would really like to join you challenge. May I have prompt 2 with the pairing Jensen x Reader? The story will be posted on my sideblog @sillesworldofwriting

Thank you so much! Of course my dear! Prompt 2 Being Taken Care Of is all yours. :) Thank you for joining!

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[just-another-winchester]

(Me again😅) Just seen your follower celebration challenge, congrats on the milestone!! Can I have title #1 or #2 with Dean pretty please?

Thank you darling! Title #1 When Honesty Becomes A Last Resort is all yours my lovely! Thanks for joining!!

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[just-another-winchester]

Can I have title 5, or prompt 6? Dean of course!

You got Title 5, but only cause you asked so nicely

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[just-another-winchester]

Congrats on 200! I would love to participate in this challenge. Just for you I will write some Dean goodness. I would like the Not Alone by RED prompt! Love that song!

Oh honey yes, thats one of my favorite songs that Im literally writing an entire series about it. Not Alone is yours my love, Thank you so much for joining!!

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[just-another-winchester]

Hey! Congratulations on 200!!! I’m so proud of you! Could I have Kisses with Dean and if that is taken, then Making Dinner with Dean? Thank you so much!

AW!! THANK YOU JORDAN!

You helped out, ;)

Kisses with Dean is all yours dearie!!! Thanks for joining!!

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[just-another-winchester]

200 FOLLOWER CHALLENGE!!!

Dudes, something amazing just happened…. I HIT 200 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!!

I’m throwing confetti in the air, and squealing and my cats are just looking at me like they are so done with my existence!!! Haha!!! So, in honor of 200 followers, CHALLENGE TIME!

I wanted to say really quick that I cannot believe how quickly I got to 200 followers, my mind is blown, and the timing is great, with the holidays being so hard on me right now, having you guys to fall back on really is a huge comfort. It warms me to know that so many people give a crap about the mindless shit I post.

I have tagged some of my peoples at the bottom, just to get the word out, again, thanks ya’ll. Much love!

Rules and prompts beneath the cut.

RULES and GUIDELINES

So, I have never hosted a challenge before, so bare with me.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FOLLOW ME TO JOIN! However, it would make me stupidly happy, so… *winka winka* wanna click the button? I swear Im only 40% crazier than crazy Cas.

I am a huge Dean girl, therefore I prefer Dean/Jensen, however, if you are more comfortable with Sam/Jared or Misha/Cas, go for it. Do you, I’m just glad you wanna join. I’m afraid those are the only characters you can write for however as I don’t read for anyone else.

X Reader fics please guys, everyone wants a little love.

Below I have Titles, Songs, and Prompts, one number per person, if I don’t get much response I will probably allow you to go ahead and take two, but for now lets share.

Please make your choice either a One Shot or the beginning of a series, I don’t wanna have to read and catch up just to get what’s going on with the fic.

This can be Smut, angst, fluff, or pair it, fluff and angst, smut and angst, yada yada, I will tell you, I read all three and at the moment I don’t have a preference, I encourage you to do what you think of.

Date Due - February 14th, just because. I wanna give you time to get outta the holidays mood. I’m sorry but try not to make this a Christmas or New Years thing, if you wanna do Valentine’s Day or any other holiday go for it, but I don’t think I can stand much more Christmas without crying.

IF YOU JOIN, PLEASE ACTUALLY WRITE THE FIC! I’ve heard about people forgetting, and that is fine, if you don’t think you can do it, I won’t blame you, but don’t say you’re going to do something when you might be too busy, because it could be that someone else wanted the number you got and they can’t because I’ve given it to you.

If none of these jump out at you, send me an ask and request either a gif or an aesthetic, and tell me if you want it to be smut, fluff, angst, or a mix and who your pairing is.

If you would like to join, please leave an ASK with the number you would like and your pairing.  Reblogs and messages will be ignored. Mostly because I’m just addicted to getting inbox messages, they make me happy. :)

Once your fic is written and you post it, please tag me in the authors note, as well as using the tags K’s Follower Challenge and Kayla hits 200 Followers.

Well, that’s all I can think of for now. I might post an update later on, but also probably not. Ask away ya’ll, I hope as many people join as possible!!!

If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to leave me an ask.

Titles

When Honesty Becomes A Last Resort - @fandommaniacx Dean/Jensen x reader

Never In Forever

Choices Make Change

For The Sake Of Us All

A Sacrifice And A Broken Heart - @katymacsupernatural Dean x reader

The Stories We Tell

A Way With Words @narcoleptic-moose

Songs

So Far Away - RED

Not Alone - RED - @fandomoniumflurry Dean x Reader)

The Darkest Part - RED

The Girl That You Think I Am - Carrie Underwood

What I Never Knew I Always Wanted - Carrie Underwood @justcallmeasmodeus

No Way Out - Phil Collins

Over You - Miranda Lambert - @sdfandomghost

Prompts

In Bed @evansrogerskitten Dean x reader

Being Taken Care Of - @sillesworldofwriting

Making Dinner

Kisses - @queen-of-deans-booty Dean x reader

Taking Care Of Him

You’re In Danger @docharleythegeekqueen

You’re In Love

@amanda-teaches @katymacsupernatural @impala-dreamer @queen-of-deans-booty @cass-trash @because-imma-lady-assface @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @just-another-busy-fangirl @crispychrissy @manawhaat @there-must-be-a-lock