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Something Borrowed - Chapter V

Title: Something Borrowed: 2012 (Chapter V)

Chapter Overview: Dean didn’t think he’d ever have to say goodbye to her again. He was wrong.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Frank Weber (OMC)

Word count: 657 (this one’s just a baby, but there’s a storm coming up, so brace yourselves)

Warnings: I’m guessing you know the drill by now, but this chapter is mostly a combination of fluff and angst. And Frank Weber. God, I hate Frank Weber.

Author’s Notes: As always, this was beta’d by the amazing @trexrambling (who, btw, totally hates Frank as well). She also came up with this gorgeous aesthetic and the closing line to today’s chapter. Jess, I love you.

Again, this is my submission for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s British Song Challenge using High Hopes by Kodaline as a prompt.

I cannot thank you enough for bearing with me. You are the best <3 

Catch up here.

Enjoy <3

Wednesday, 13 June, 2012

Ithaca, New York

Dean doesn’t like Frank.

He can see why Y/N does, can see how his charm and intelligence have impressed her, how she’s fascinated by the almost too perfect manners and his charismatic ability to be the constant center of attention while always seeming disinterested to that, like it’s not something he actively pursues.

But he can also see all of those flaws Y/N seems to be oblivious to, the dark corners of himself Frank only displays when she isn’t around; the almost invective confidence, the harshness, his possessiveness of her, gingerly thread within the tight grip around her hips, the public displays of affection he knows she hates, the cold, calculated stares he sends Dean every time he know she isn’t looking, like Y/N is some kind of territory he needs to mark, a game he needs to win.

And still, he tries so hard to accept him, tries to be happy for her, even when she tells him she’ll move to New York just to be closer to him, even when he watches her falling for a man who clearly doesn’t deserve her, will never deserve her.

He can’t.

“That’s the last of it,” Y/N says softly as she loads one last box into the trunk of her car, turning around to face him.

She’s tired, dark circles prominent under her eyes from all the nights she stayed up packing since Frank couldn’t find the time to help her –another thing Dean hates about the guy– and there’s a nervousness about her Dean isn’t really used to seeing, like she’s just going with the flow for the first time in her life and has no idea what to do or expect, how to feel.

He nods, takes a deep breath.

“S’ official then,” he mumbles and, though he means for it to sound like a joke, he sounds broken, defeated. And then, not really caring what she’ll think anymore. ��God. M’ going to miss you, kid.”

“Hey-” her fingers slide across his palm, intertwine themselves with his- “m’ going to New York, m’ not dying.”

“Yeah.” He runs a hand over his face. “Yeah, I know. We made it when you were on the other side of the world, didn’t we?”

She smiles and it’s grateful.

“Course we did. We’re awesome like that.” She winks, squeezes his hand. “’Sides-” she takes a step forward, pushes some hair off her face- “if this Frank thing doesn’t work, I’ll just move onto your couch.”

He lets out a loose breath through his nose, not quite a laugh. “Hate to break it to you, kid, but that’s hardly a threat.”

A nod.

Eyes filled with tears.

“C’mere.”

Her arms sneak around his waist then, and he lets her wrap herself around him, revels in the feeling of softness against hard muscles, the sense of her warmth on his skin one last time.

“You better come visit every weekend,” she says, no humor in her voice.

“You, too, kid.” He kisses her temple. “Better call, too.”

“Dude-” she pulls away, rubs at the tears in her eyes furiously- “you’ll end up hating the sound of my voice,” she tells him, and he laughs, because he can’t really tell her that could never happen, can’t really tell her he’s so in love with her there’s nothing else he’d rather listen to.

He can never tell her.

So, instead, he just watches as she kisses his cheek and gets in the car, watches as she calls Frank and drives off, away from the place they first met, away from him, until the miles between them grow more, grow thicker, and he realizes, there in the middle of the street, he realizes that, despite the fact she’s the only real thing he’s ever known, despite how much he aches for her, it’s time for him to let her go.

He just wishes there was another way.

A/N: Next chapter coming on 8/28

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My Story

Summary: Jensen goes through the hardest day of his life.

Characters: Reader, Jensen

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3500

Warnings:  PLEASE READ THESE- Death, Angst, loss of a child during pregnancy, mentions of trouble getting pregnant, mentions of a previous stillborn. Jensen’s POV

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading. This is both for Kari’s ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ) 9.5K British Song Challenge. My song was Small Bump by Ed Sheeran and Steph’s ( @torn-and-frayed ) Gif Challenge

This is unbetaed, all mistakes are mine

It’s been a long ass day filming, the trailer nap didn’t cut it and I can’t wait to get home. Pulling out my phone, I look at the sonogram snapshot on my phone, the one Y/N had sent me earlier from the appointment I’d missed, and I can’t help but smile as Cliff drives and bitches about the traffic, Jared talking to Gen in the other seat.

She’s so tiny, her profile defined and damn she’s got her mother’s nose. Five more months, five more months until I get to meet our baby girl. I’m so pissed I missed the appointment an hour ago, but Jared had been provoking Mish and the scene had taken way longer than expected. I couldn’t exactly tell them why I needed to go, Y/N and I haven’t told anyone yet. We’ve spent the better part of three years trying, had one stillborn, and a handful of false readings. Even though we are four months in, it doesn’t seem real.

I’m heading home. See you soon baby

It was just this last checkup and we were finally going to tell our friends and family. We really don’t have much choice, Y/N is just starting to show, and pretty soon she won’t be able to hide it. And anyways, so far so good. Every appointment so far, everything has been normal, and Y/N had texted me right away and told me everything went great this time too.

“Jensen, I hope you didn’t tell Y/N you were on your way, there’s an accident up ahead and it is going to be awhile.”

“Too late,” I chuckle, tossing the phone on the seat, staring out the window. She won’t mind anyways, I’m sure she’s just making it there herself, and we aren’t going anywhere tonight, just ordering in and spending the weekend together.

The SUV creeps up by the flashing lights of the cop cars and the ambulances on the six lane, the officers directing traffic to the far lane and around, trying to keep rush hour traffic moving.

I glance down and realize I left my phone unlocked, the picture still up. Jared sees it and snatches it off the seat.

“Give it back,” I try to get it out of his hands but he pushes me away.

“Is this...Is Y/N-?”

I swallow hard, “We haven’t told anyone yet… Not after what happened last time.”

Our first baby had been fine for awhile and then right after the six month mark, they couldn’t find a heartbeat. It had almost destroyed us. We’d only been married for about a year at that point, she’d shut herself off. She had to deliver and I couldn’t get a word out of her for weeks and weeks, I wasn’t much better. It really fucked us up for awhile, but we came out of it stronger than before.

Jared hands my phone back to me, “Congrats man.”

“Thanks, just don’t tell her I told you,” I chuckle.

“I won’t say a word.”

“Yeah right,” I smile, looking at the picture again, “You can’t keep a secret to save your life. Gen will know in five minutes.”

He laughs, his whole body shaking as he looks out the window, “Hey, it’s a good thing you aren’t driving, this car looks like your Dodge.”

My heart leaps into my throat, jumping; Y/N’s Impala was in the shop, she’d driven my car to her appointment today.

As we pass the crash a Dodge is demolished, smoking, it looks like a fucking pretzel. It can’t be her, but my heart keeps thumping in my chest and then it stops completely, seeing the anti possession decal on the bumper. She’d gotten us matching ones as a kinda inside joke.

“Cliff, stop the fucking car,” and I’m halfway out the door before he can, running through the open lane towards the accident. It feels like I’m running through mud, the smoke of the burning oil and gas clogging the air as the firefighters put out the last of it.

Hands grab me, stopping me in my tracks, “Sir, I’m going to need you to get back in your vehicle.”

I look over at him, shaking my head, seeing other officers heading over.

“Sir-”

“That is my fucking vehicle, my wife was driving it. That’s my-”

His hands drop, waving the others off, “I’m going to need you to calm down.”

“Where’s my wife...Y/N!” I look around frantically, where is she, she’s gotta be okay, her and the baby have gotta be okay, “Y/N!”

The officer tries to grab me and I shove him off, heading towards the wreck, panicking. There is a pickup that barely looks touched a little ways back and another car that spun out, hitting the median. No, no, no.

“Jensen,” Jared grabs me and spins me around.

“Y/N, she-” I can’t find the words.

“Jensen, they took her to the hospital, the ambulance already left. Let’s get back in the car and get there so we can figure out what’s going on.”

“Jared-”

“C’mon man, let’s get you out of here,” he pulls me towards the SUV.

I let him guide me, unable to think of anything but her. No, this can’t be happening.

The hospital is ten minutes away but that feels like years, time passing too slowly as I try to picture her face but can’t for some reason, the thought of the sonogram creeping in every time I think of her. They have to be alright, they need to be alright. I can’t go through that again, and I can’t lose Y/N.

Cliff pulls the SUV in front of the ER doors and Jared tries to follow me as I sprint in the doors, right up to the desk, “My wife was brought here…”

The lady looks up, holding her finger up for me to wait as she talks on the phone.

“Goddammit!” I shout, shoving papers off the desk, sending them flying, “Hang up your damn phone I need to know what’s going on with my wife, she was in a car crash.”

“Sir I’m going to need you to-.”

“No!” I yell, “Fuck that, I need to know if she’s okay. Her name is Y/N Ackles, she was brought in in the last half hour, now tell me where my wife is!”

“Come with me please,” an older woman in scrubs that was sitting farther down the station stands up and motions for me to follow her.

I nod, “Where’s my wife?”

“I’ll take you to her,” she smiles, but it isn’t really there, it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Please,” I swallow hard, feeling the tears sting the corners of my eyes, fuck, I’m so scared.

“It’s okay honey, just walk with me, we are going upstairs,” she waits for me to catch up to her, leading the way towards the elevators.

“Is she alive?” I whisper.

“I’m going to take you up to surgery and see if I can get someone to talk to you that knows more.”

“Is she alive?” I ask again, quieter, jumping when the elevator beeps.

“As far as I know yes,” she gets in the elevator and hits the button for floor eleven.

“What about our baby?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, they will know more upstairs.”

The floors click by- two, three, four, five...It’s too slow and with every floor the rotting feeling in my gut gets worse. If I just would have told them I had to go I would have been with her, this might not have happened.

The doors open at floor eleven and I let her out before me, and now instead of rushing and feeling like everything around me is moving too slow it feels like the world is rushing and I’m stuck here standing even though somehow my feet are carrying me forward.

She talks to another nurse behind the counter, gesturing towards me as I look around, there are people sitting in chairs, people flying through the halls, pushing gurneys and yelling numbers and orders. The place smells like fucking death and bleach.

“Come on honey let’s get you set up in the waiting room.”

“I thought you were going to take me to see her.”

“The nurse said she is still in surgery, she’s with Dr. Hanson, she’s in good hands. As soon as he can, he will come and find you.”

“But-”

She touches my arm, “There is nothing you can do but be here for her. Can I get you anything?”

I shake my head, trying like hell to stop the tears as she leads me to a room full of chairs. There is one other woman sitting in here, sobbing. I take a chair as far away from her as I can, resting my elbows on my knees, rubbing my face, I still can’t believe this is happening. Why is this happening?

I can’t think, I need to know if she’s okay, I need to know if they are okay and I’m not going to get answers anytime soon.

“Hey bud,” Jared slides into the seat across from me, “did they tell you anything?”

I shake my head, brushing the tear off my cheek, “Nurse couldn’t tell me anything other than she is in surgery. They didn’t even tell me what was wrong. Fuck.” I run my hands over my face, pressing as hard as I can, “Fuck.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Y/N’s tough.”

“Yeah, yeah...I know. Did you find out what happened?”

Jared nods, “Yeah, I talked to one of the cops I found after you ran off. The truck hit her, they think the guy was texting and driving, went across his lane, another and into hers and ran her into the median. He was life flighted here.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap, “This happened because some asshole couldn’t put his damn phone down? I’m going to fucking kill him if he isn’t dead already.”

“Easy,” he puts his hands up, “let’s just worry about Y/N first.”

“Y/N,” I whisper, almost whine and bury my face in my hands, trying like hell to hold it together. Not knowing is the absolute worst part, my mind is going crazy, but I know they would have told me if she was already dead, there’s still gotta be hope, there has to be. I  can’t do this without her.

The minutes tick by into hours, people come and go, Jared leaves for awhile, comes back with coffees and is gone again. I can’t blame him, this place is awful, filled with people finding out the fates of their loved ones and I’m still sitting here waiting.

I think about her smile, about when we first started dating. She’s weird and quirky in the best way possible, always saying random shit that makes me laugh. That’s not what made me want to marry her though, what really did me in was the love I could always feel radiating off of her, her passion, her strength.

“Mr. Ackles?” A voice cuts through my thoughts.

“Yeah,” I stand up quickly, closing the distance to the man in the blood covered scrubs.

“I’m Dr. Hanson, I’ve been working on your wife-”

I swallow, “How is she doc? Is the baby alright?”

His face doesn’t show any emotion and I don’t know what to expect, “Your wife came in in critical condition, she had a lot of damage to her organs, broken ribs, severe burns on her arms, but what we’ve been working on is her brain, there was a significant amount of hemorrhaging and swelling. We’ve done what we can for now, but only time will tell. The one big thing is she is breathing on her own.”

“She’s alive?”

He grimaces, “For now, but Mr. Ackles I have to be quite frank, it’s going to take a miracle for her to survive the night. Unless the swelling in her brain goes down, best case she will be alive but will not have any brain function.”

“She’ll be brain dead?” No, I can’t lose her, I won’t.

“Yes.”

I close my eyes, rubbing my face, trying like hell to keep it together, “The baby?”

“I’m so sorry, we tried everything we could but your wife was losing blood too fast and she sustained injuries that were fatal to the fetus. We lost the heartbeat about an hour into surgery.”

“It’s not a fucking fetus, it’s our baby!” I growl, the surge of anger and loss rushing through me.  I can’t look at him, turning away, grabbing the closest chair and tossing it across the room into the wall. Not again, please God don’t let this be happening again, I can’t get through this without her, “No!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jared comes rushing up to me, grabbing my forearms, trying to keep me from doing any more damage to the waiting room and scaring the shit out of the few people there.

“Jare-” I choke, unable to process this. I thought if it ever happened again, if we ever lost another baby I would know how to deal with it, but nothing could have prepared me for this, nothing.

I turn back to the doctor, “I want to see her, I n-need to.”

“I can take you to her, she’s out of surgery.”

I follow him down the incredibly empty and brightly lit halls, and it’s like I know what’s going on but I don’t understand. My chest hurts, and I feel like I’m going to throw up everywhere and everything feels stiff and it’s hard to move. My feet carry me, but my brain doesn’t follow Dr. Hanson. All I can think about is my wife, my wife and our little girl.

He stops in front of a door, “I’m going to give you a couple minutes and then I can answer any questions that you have.”

He holds the door open for me, and I walk in, fuck. She’s laying here, her head wrapped in white gauze, hooked up to tubes.

“No,” I walk up to her side, her face bruised and cut, stitches across her cheekbone, “No sweetheart.”

I run my fingers over her hand gently, scared to death that I’m going to hurt her. She feels colder than normal and I guess it’s all this shit they are pumping into her.

“Goddammit Y/N, I’m so sorry,” I should have been there, I should have been driving, the otherside of the car had barely been touched, she would have been fine.

My whole body shudders as the sob wracks through me, she can’t be here like this. The shouldn’t be her.

“Fuck,” I hiss, wiping away the tears angrily. She can pull through this, she has to pull through this. Y/N’s tough, hell, she’s put up with me for five years.

On the table beside her there are some of her belongings, it must have been what she had in her pockets when they brought her in. Her phone is laying there, perfectly intact. I pick it up.

“J-Jensen?” Her voice breaks through the quiet and I shove the phone in my pocket. Her voice makes my heart swell in my chest, the most beautiful sound in the world.

“Hey, hey, I’m right here baby,” I take her hand.

She blinks, looking around, confused, trying to get up, “Jensen? Where? W-What?

“Hold on, take it easy,” I push her back down gently, “You’re in the hospital.”

Her face falls, her hand tearing away from mine and moving to her stomach, her eyes widening and my heart breaks. I open my mouth, but words don’t come out, how do I tell her? How can I?

But I don’t have to, the tears start streaming down her face and she lets out a choked sob, looking away from me.

“Y/N?”

She looks back at me, her eyes glistening, “Jensen, I’m sorry, I’m so s-sorry.”

“Oh sweetheart, it’s not your fault,” I cup her chin, pressing my lips against her cheek, “it’s not your fault baby, it’s that asshole that ran into you.”

She shakes, sobbing harder.

I don’t know what to do, how to comfort her, how to fix this. Then I realize there is no way I can, because even though I’m suffering I have her, I can do this with her, but I’m not a mom, it’s not the same, I’ll never know what that feels like.

Her head rolls to the side as she looks at me, but she doesn’t say anything. Her eyes are so sad, lost and she’s trying like hell to hold it together.

“Jensen,” she whispers, her voice helpless and high pitched, “I-I-I…”

Her head snaps back and the monitors start beeping like crazy, but one screams louder than the rest, a constant beep with no change in tone, “Y/N? Y/N!”

Shit, no, she’s fine, she was just talking to me, “Hey! I need help! Hey!”

People in scrubs come rushing in, Dr. Hanson with them, yelling back and forth as they flatten the bed and start doing compressions. All I get are bits and pieces as I back up against the wall.

“Flatlining.”

“Charge.”

“Clear.”

“No pulse.”

“Charge.”

“Clear.”

“One more time.”

“Clear.”

“Nothing.”

“Call it.”

“Time of death 20:52.”

I don’t know where I’m going but I can’t stay here, my feet taking me down the hall, away from her. She’s gone, everything is gone. Nothing matters.

Jared is standing in the waiting room, but I walk right by him, down the hallway a little before I can’t move anymore, leaning up against the wall, breaking down and falling apart. I punch the wall, the tile not moving but at least I feel something and I do it again, my knuckles cracking.

“Excuse me.”

I look over and there is a man leaning on his crutches, his face bruised but that’s it.

“What?” I snap.

He swallows, unable to look me in the eyes and I know. This is the fucker that hit her, that killed her and my baby.

“You son of a bitch,” I grab him up by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall, my fist colliding with his face again and again, “you fucking killed them.”

He doesn’t fight me as I hit him again and again.

“Stop!” A woman’s voice screams, “Stop!”  

Hands grab my forearm, and I try to shake it off but then I see the woman that was crying in the waiting room earlier, “Please stop.”

I drop him, not saying a word as I back away, turning and rushing down the hall, I have to get out of here.

I get outside, the buzzing in my pocket making me stop, but I pull out her phone instead of mine, the last text I sent her still in the notification box on the screen.

I’m heading home. See you soon baby

____________

Eighteen Months Later:

I set the final wreath on Y/N’s headstone, taking a step back, my eyes traveling from hers to the two smaller ones beside her. I feel my heart sink and the tears prick the corners of my eyes.

Fuck, it hasn’t gotten easier and truth be told, I don’t think I want it to, I don’t want to forget her.

“I be back later baby, I promise. I miss you so much,” I choke before I touch the top of the stone, heading through the wet morning grass to the car.

I drive to the church I’ve been going to every week since a month after the accident. I’ve never said a word, just sat and listened. Jared made me start going after he had to come get me out of the drunk tank at the police station, and I’ve gone ever since. I didn’t like it then, I’m still not sure I like it now, but the repetition, the fact that it gives me something to do once a week, the repetition gives me some structure.

I take the seat I always do, the one furthest from the door, waiting for people to filter in and fill up the other chairs. The group leader, Darcy, starts the meeting, giving the usual speech, that anyone is welcome to talk, that we are all here to support one another.

“So if anyone would like to start off today, the floor is open.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Shit. She’d want me to get better.

I clear my throat and everyone looks my way, and half of them are shocked. I’ve been here seventeen months and never said a word. I shift uncomfortably, “Hi...I’m Jensen and, shit...I don’t know how to start this. I just want to thank you guys for letting me be here and I’m here every week and I get to look at you, and I get to see you guys, and I know you all have a story and I-I think I’m ready to tell mine.”

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[waywardnewcomer]

Reminisce

A/N: Hi, so this is my first one shot, so feedback would be much appreciated! I cried myself writing this one, so get your tissues ready. This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing 9.5k British Song Challenge. Congrats on 9.5k and I hope you enjoy this one shot filled with fluff.

Song Prompt: 37 – All I Want by Kodaline

Warnings: Reader death, cancer, grieving parents, sadness, whole lot of fluff

Pairings: Jensen x Danneel, Jenneel x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 2.6kish

Summary: Jensen and Danneel remembering their daughter through flashbacks.

All time frames are marked with ** before they switch. Set pre twins birth.

Masterlist 

Jensen swallowed before he started to sing. He wanted to get through this without crying, although that felt impossible.

He held his mic up to the ceiling and smiled as the music began to play. “This one’s for you baby girl.”

‘All I want is nothing more, to hear you knocking at my door’

*2 years before*

Y/N knocked on her parents’ bedroom door, teddy in one arm and her pink piggy torch in the other. When she heard a grunt, she reached up and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open. She shone a light on her parents’ bed and saw her father looking at her tiredly.

“Daddy I’m scared, I had a bad dream. The monsters are gonna come get me.” She whimpered.

Jensen waved her over and lifted her in the middle of him and his heavily pregnant wife, Danneel. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He put his forehead against hers, so their noses were touching and gave his 3 year old daughter a heart-warming smile. Danneel started to stir but laid and listened to her two favourite people talking, making her heart go all fuzzy.

“Listen to me Y/N, Mommy and Daddy will never let anything hurt you.” He spoke searching her eyes for reassurance.

“Me and baby?” She asked, turning around and looking at her Mommy’s swollen stomach.  

“You and baby are safe with us, I promise.” Jensen smiled.

“Pinkie promise?” Y/N asked cutely holding up her pinkie finger.

Jensen let out a small chuckle and nodded holding up his larger pinkie and wrapping it around his daughters.

“Always.” He whispered.

“We love you and baby lots Y/N, we wouldn’t let anything get you. Besides, Daddy fights monsters remember.” Danneel chuckled as she leaned over to wrap another arm around Y/N and kiss her cheek making her giggle.

“Oh yeah, and Unca Moose.” She giggled.

“Exactly, now go to sleep baby girl, baby has been kicking Mommy all night.” Danneel laughed and kissed her daughter once more as her eyes fluttered off to sleep.

“I’ll always protect you.” Jensen whispered kissing her tiny forehead before closing his eyes once more.

‘Cause if I could see your face once more, I could die as a happy man I'm sure’

*5 weeks after*

“Daddy, is that Y/N?” JJ asked her father who was holding a picture of his first-born daughter and staring at it intently.

“Yeah. Do you remember her?” Jensen asked her sadly.

Jensen pulled JJ beside him on the couch and passed her a photo of Y/N.

“Y/N would’ve loved to watch you grow up. Help you prepare for Santa, write notes for the tooth fairy, learn how to braid your hair.” Jensen smiled sadly.

Danneel walked out of the kitchen holding JJ’s snack and stopped in the doorway when she heard the name Y/N. It was the first time Jensen had been able to talk about their baby girl without breaking down.

“Why was she in bed a lot? Was she lazy?” JJ asked curiously.

“No baby, she was very sick. It made her tired.”

“She’s beautiful. I wish I could’ve played with her more.” JJ whined.

“She loved playing with you bud. Especially with your cars.” He chuckled, remembering you both racing your cars all around your hospital room.

“Don’t forget the dolls, I tripped over a doll every morning when I woke up.” Danneel added, laughing sadly and sitting beside JJ and putting down her snack. She kissed JJ’s hair and wrapped her arm around her as if she would be taken from her too.

“She liked Dolls Mom?” JJ’s eyes lit up.

“Of course, you used to play with them together all the time, when she still could.” Danneel smiled, tears escaping her eyes silently.

Jensen noticed his wife’s tears and snaked his arm to rub hers gently.

“You loved her very much. Me and Daddy go visit her sometimes, at the cemetery.” Danneel smiled, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

“Can I come?” JJ asked silently, sensing her parents’ pain.

“Of course baby, we’d love if you came with us.” Jensen smiled, letting his own tears escape.

“What was she like?” JJ asked.

Jensen laughed and began to tell stories about his baby girl, his heart aching but also growing warmer at the same time. It was never the same without her.

‘When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside’

*That day*

Danneel looked at her baby girl drowning in the hospital bed and began to shake with tears once more. She was hooked up with wires everywhere going in her tiny little body, with oxygen keeping her breathing, alive. Genevieve held her best friend and kept her upright.

Y/N had been diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukaemia a few months ago, but she had developed pneumonia and the doctors didn’t believe she’d make it through the night.

Jensen walked in the room with Jared and JJ in his arms. He looked over at Genevieve who shook her head. He had just come back from picking JJ up from his parents and was hoping for some good news - apparently not. He hung his head low and Jared put a hand on his shoulder rubbing it softly. He cleared his throat and put JJ down next to Y/N.

“Y/N will you play with your sister whilst me and Mommy go speak with Aunt Gen and Uncle Moose outside?” Jensen asked ruffling his baby’s hair.

She nodded weakly and put on a big smile for her little sister. She started telling her a story, laughing at JJ’s little face in awe of her every word. Jensen smiled at his daughters, choking up as he realised it could be the last time they see each other. He wrapped an arm around his wife and lead her outside with Gen and Jared, still in eyeshot of his daughter’s room.

“What’s happening?” He asked immediately, concern and stress all over his features.

“The doc-doctors say she- she- she. Oh God.” Danneel tried but burst out sobbing all over again. Jensen held her tightly and looked over at Genevieve for answers.

“They don’t think she’s gonna last the night.” Genevieve spoke tearing up.

Jensen’s face turned into a tiny ‘o’ and he immediately began to sob, joining his wife. He pulled a hand down his face in shock. His baby girl was going to die.

“You want us to take JJ?” Jared asked as he cleared his throat and patted his best friend on the back.

“Please.” Jensen muttered holding onto his wife. Jared nodded and went to get JJ.

“JJ say goodbye to Y/N. You’re coming with me and Aunt Gen tonight. Go see Tom and Shep huh?” Jared smiled sadly.

“Bye Y/N/N. I love you.” She babbled wrapping her tiny arms around her sister’s neck.

“Bye JJ. Love you mostest.” She smiled weakly, holding onto her little sister.

Jared reluctantly separated the two of them to allow her parents back in the room and spend their last night together.

It was a few hours later when Y/N’s breathing began to slow. Jensen and Danneel grabbed onto her tiny little hands and each other as she faced them, and they began to cry.

“It hurts Mommy.” She whimpered.

Danneel’s heart broke as she wiped her daughters fever ridden forehead. She kissed her little hands softly and wept.

“I know baby girl. It’s okay to let go. Me and Daddy will be okay.” She cried.

“If you need to, let go princess. We love you.” Jensen choked out.

“Goodbye Mommy, Goodbye Daddy. I love you too.” She breathed out before it all stopped. The flatline started and their hearts broke.

“No!” Danneel screamed as she cried.

Jensen looked on in disbelief. His baby girl was dead. He cradled her in his arms and pulled Danneel into his other side. Their baby, their first born child was dead. And there were no demon deals, angels or supernatural beings to bring her back. She was gone, forever.

‘I lay in tears in bed all night, alone without you by my side’

*3 days after*

Danneel laid in her bed holding one of Y/N’s teddies and sobbed while clutching it to her chest. Her baby girl was gone. Jensen stood in the doorway and teared up at the sight of his wife.

“Why is Mommy crying?” JJ asked as she stood next to Jensen and grabbed onto his hand.

“Y/N has gone to sleep and up to heaven. Mommy and Daddy miss her very much baby.” He explained and picked her up. He brought her over to the bed and laid with Danneel, wrapping his arms around them both.

“Is she coming back?” JJ asked innocently.

“No baby, she isn’t.” Danneel smiled sadly.

JJ began to tear up and her parents cuddled her close. However, there was a part of the family missing and it didn’t feel right. Their Y/N was missing, the biggest part of their hearts and it wouldn’t be complete ever again.

‘But If you loved me, why did you leave me? Take my body, take my body. All I want is, all I need is to find somebody, I'll find somebody’

*A week after*

For the first time since her death Jensen brought himself to walk into Y/N’s room. He looked around and immediately began to tear up. He took a seat on her bed and breathed out loudly.

“Y/N why did you have to leave? I loved you so so much baby girl. That’s never going to change. I promise when JJ gets old, I will tell her all about her big sister Y/N and how brave and kind she was.” He sobbed.

“She’ll never forget her big sister Y/N. I promise. Pinkie promise.” He mumbled sadly and held up his pinkie in the air like she did when she was little.

He looked down to the ground and chuckled lowly. “You were the best thing to ever happen to me Y/N. I miss you princess, always.”

*3 weeks after*

“JJ you know you’re not allowed in there!” Danneel scolded as she walked into Y/N’s room, not changed since her death.

“Sorry Mommy. I found this.” JJ said and handed her an envelope.

Danneel flipped it over and felt her throat begin to close as she teared up. It was the letter she wrote Y/N before she died.

“Go find Daddy, tell him to make you some dinner. Mommy needs a minute okay.” She smiled sadly kissing her forehead and walking to her own room.

She slipped her finger under the flap and began to read the letter.

Y/N, Baby Girl

I never thought I’d have to write a letter to you about this. I never thought one of my children could die, but baby I know you’re strong. I want you to know no matter what happens I am proud of you.

I know you will fight as hard as you can to beat this thing. And if this thing beats you, I know you tried your best. I will never be mad at your for losing this battle. I love you so much baby girl. I hope one day you can read this.

Your Momma

Danneel let the tears slide out of her eyes and clutched the letter to her chest. She looked up to the ceiling and smiled. “I love you Y/N. Momma’s always going to be so proud of you.”

‘Cause you brought out the best of me, a part of me I'd never seen’

*5 years before*

“I think my favourite moment is when Dean kills Ruby.” Jensen chuckled as Jared shot him a death look.

The fan who asked him the question burst out laughing and agreed.

“Hey! Don’t gang up on me!” Jared whined amusingly.

Y/N began to wine backstage and it floated through the convention hall. Danneel looked at Jensen from the side of the stage and silently apologised.

“Looks like my baby girl needs some attention, one second.” He smiled and ran towards her.

“Jensen Ackles, father of the year everybody.” Jared cheered and looked at Jensen and Danneel with their daughter with sincerity.

“If I bring my baby girl on stage will you be quiet?” Jensen asked through his mic.

Once he heard a hushed yes, he brought her out on stage, along with Danneel. He cradled her head and wondered if he could ever love anything more than her.

The crowd began to coo and Danneel laughed.

“He’s such a softy.” She smiled into his mic.

“I just love my kid okay?” He laughed pulling his wife close.

“AWWWW!” Jared gushed smiling at them proudly.

“You’ve made me go soft kid.” Jensen whispered in her ear. She gurgled happily in response making him smile widely. “I’m wrapped around your finger.”

‘You took my soul wiped it clean, our love was made for movie screens’

*2 weeks before*

Danneel was laid on Y/N’s hospital bed with her daughter in her arms, asleep. She had just finished her latest round of chemo and it was tough on her little body. Jensen walked in and placed Danneel’s coffee on the table next to the bed. He joined them both and kissed his wife and his daughter on their foreheads.

“I love you both.” He smiled.

“Me too.” Danneel smiled and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

When Jared walked in a few hours later he found the trio asleep on the bed cuddled together. He smiled softly and snapped a photo, this wasn’t a moment they’d want to miss.

‘But If you loved me, why did you leave me? Take my body, take my body. All I want is, all I need is to find somebody, I'll find somebody’

*6 weeks after*

Jensen looked out into the crowd as Rob and Richard were bantering with Jared and Misha at comic con. It was the first one since she had died, and he wasn’t feeling himself. He didn’t want to be there. He saw a speck of light at the back of the room, and then a few more flicker on after until the room was full of lights, or pink piggy torches.

“Has someone been playing with the electrics again?” Richard joked noticing the torches.

“Jensen!” Someone shouted as they handed a note to a volunteer. They brought the note to Jensen and as he read it he choked up.

For Y/N, Always a part of the SPN Family. Remembered by her pink piggy torch she loved so much.

“Guys.” He choked up as he passed the note to Jared, who put his arm around his shoulder.

“As some of you know, 6 weeks ago I lost my baby girl to cancer. This-this is incredible.” He smiled, tearing up.

He looked off stage and saw his newly pregnant and beautiful wife tearing up. He got up and went over to hug her tightly. He brought her on stage and the fans began to scream louder.

“Thank you. She would’ve loved this. Thank you for the space you’ve given us too, we appreciate it.” Danneel grinned, tears flowing out of her eyes.

The whole cast got up and brought them into a group hug as they both cried. Jensen wiped his face and sat back down to continue with the panel, occasionally looking down and smiling, knowing Y/N was watching and smiling too.

That night, Jensen decided to sing with the band. As he walked on stage everyone began to scream, loving when he performed at conventions.

“I’m gonna switch it up a bit tonight. I want to sing a song for Y/N, but I want my whole family out here with me.” He grinned and ushered all the cast, his beautiful wife and Genevieve onto the stage.

“I’m gonna sing All I Want by Kodaline.” He smiled sadly, swallowing back the tears. “This one’s for you baby girl.”

Jensen finished the song in floods of tears, as he turned around and hugged his wife, the memories had warmed his heart. He was finally at peace with Y/N’s death.

“We love you Y/N/N.”

[arazialotis]

Stairway to Heaven

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Word Count: Around 2000 

This is was written for Kari’s @thing-you-do-with-that-thing 9.5k British Song Challenge! First of all... 9.5K?!?! you go girl! You 110% deserve it! And thank you for letting me participate in this and with such an iconic song! There’s no way I did it justice, but this story was completely inspired by Led Zeppelin’s Stairway To Heaven. If you never heard it before, seriously go check it out. Probably one of the greatest rock songs of all time. Anyways, enough of my preaching

Summary: The reader and Dean have been in a relationship for years. They found nothing but comfort in each other. But that all changes when Dean learns the reader only came into their life on a deal. 

Warnings: Angst!Fest, Reader Death, Violence, Blood

@misguidedconqueress Jeez! I wouldn’t know what to do without you. I so much value your advice and input! Thanks for helping me editing!!

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Dean lay underneath as you straddled his lap, nothing between you but an entanglement of sheets. He still panted, out of breath from the sweet pleasure that had occured just moments before. Beads of sweat glistened against his skin, matching the flecks of gold hidden in the forest that were his eyes. You brought his hand to your lips, lightly brushing his knuckles against them.

“Dean?” You softly called.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He answered bringing his free hand up behind your ear and gently through your hair.

You leaned your cheek into his palm and placed his hand down. He slowly ran it up your bare thigh, squeezing gently. A tear escaped the corner of your eye. Dean’s thumb automatically wiped it away.

He sat up in a hurry. “Baby, what's wrong?” He asked concerned.

You grabbed the nearest sheet and wrapped it around you as more tears started to spill over.

“Talk to me, Y/N.” He pleaded, now pulling you in closer. “Did I hurt you?”

“No… It’s… I…” You paused getting the tears under control. You turned around leaning your back against his chest so he couldn't see your face. One more inhale and your shaky breath steadied. “Do you remember how long ago we first met?” It would be easier if he pieced it together.

“Hmmm.” Dean hummed. “I’d say nine and a half years ago.”

You nodded your head. “You and Sam came to my town for a case…” You recalled. “My stepdad was wrapped up in the middle of it. You saved him. And you saved me… by letting me come with you and Sam. Inviting me into your home, into your family.”

“That's right.” Dean affirmed, still confused by the whole ordeal.

“Do you remember what the case was?” You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself - almost as containment - but a broken sob still shattered through.

Dean’s brow furrowed as he tried to recall. His eyes widened and his brows popped up. He forcefully grabbed you by the shoulder and swung you around. “What did you do, Y/N?!” He demanded. “Answer me!” He practically shook you to force it out.

You still refused to look at him. Your voice barely broke a whisper. “I made a deal.”

His breath faltered. He pulled you in tight against his chest. His heart pounded and the arms around you almost began to hurt as he processed his racing thoughts.

“I wanted the chance to be brave, to make a difference, somewhere to belong…” Dean pushed you aside and stood up, dressing in a hurry. “Please don't hate me…” You begged.

“Y/N…” His voice broke off. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. You consequently pulled the sheet closer to you, concealing your naked figure; embarrassed and ashamed. “I mean, is any of this real?”

“Of course it’s real!” You argued. “I never intended…” “I just…” He interrupted. “I need some air.”

He left you alone in the hotel room and did not return.

Three Days Later

Dean had returned to the bunker and caught Sam up to speed. His eyes had been swollen red for the past couple of days; he waved it off as lack of sleep. Sam was enjoying his breakfast in the library, catching up on some reading when Dean entered, geared up and packed.

He passed straight through until Sam stopped. “Where are you heading?” Dean paused in the entryway contemplating if he should engage Sam or not. “Crowley,” was all he stated.

Sam gulped. The King of Hell was ruthless and cunning. Sam was convinced the only reason they were still alive was because Crowley saw them as entertainment. If they grew as a nuisance, there’s no telling what would happen. Sam was about to object but Dean interjected.

“Don’t try and stop me.” He protested. “I don’t care what we are feeling or thinking, I don’t care if everything for the past nine years has been a lie. It’s a case as any other, so I’m taking it.”

You had built up the courage to return to the bunker, your home. You arrived early morning and snuck through the garage door with Dean’s favorite beer and black licorice in hand to try to make amends. The bunker was quiet until you made your way to the kitchen and overheard Dean. His words cut through the already sore wound. Trying to help you, not because you were family, not because he loved you, simply because you were just another case. But you weren’t going to tuck tail and run now, you entered the library, catching them both by surprise. Dean stared at you momentarily before breaking his gaze. You couldn’t decipher if he was relieved, angry, or mourning.

“Don’t you think, I’ve already tried that.” You broke the silence. “Crowley won’t budge on the deal, and he’s not that easy to persuade when he’s got hellhounds on his side.” You set the beer on the table and tossed the licorice to Dean. He caught it with both hands and smiled, knowing how much you despised the stuff.

“Y/N.” Sam addressed you. “How could you… You had so much ahead of you.” 

“What can I say… Ten years seems like infinity to a nineteen year old. A kid who was chasing a distant parent’s dream, not her own. A kid who was lost in a sea of faces. But then came along two brothers. And they noticed me, they saw value in me, and gave me meaning… It came so fast and I saw it was slipping away just as quickly. And I wanted more…” You tried to explain yourself. You tried to search Dean’s face yet again, getting some response, some emotion.

“You have to understand how this is a shock to us.” Sam continued.

“Is it though? You would have never let me come along in the first place… I tried…” You defended. “I know things are never going to be the same, I know you don’t trust your feelings or me right now. But I only asked for the opportunity. The relationships we’ve built, the love we had…” Dean’s jaw clenched. “That was never a part of the deal…”

“None of that matters.” Dean finally spoke. “We’re getting you out of this.”

“I already have a way out.” You lied.

They both looked at you confused.

“A while back, I talked to Cas… there’s a loophole.” You fabricated. “If I save enough souls during my remaining time, I can buy my way into heaven.”

“So you’ll still…” Sam’s breath shook. He couldn’t finish the thought.

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “Except it will be a lot less bloody. Not as many teeth and claws.” You tried to lighten the mood with a joke but they didn’t take it.

You moved your stuff from the shared room with Dean to the room you had used when you first arrived. As the weeks passed, you hoped things would return to normal but other than second glances, Dean was distant. He no longer held you close or nuzzled his warm breath into your neck. He didn’t reach out for your hand or try to make you smile. The only positive thing coming from it was the separation made it easier to hide the truth.

As weeks started to turn into months, you didn’t have much time to think or even breathe. Dean was so focused on jumping from case to case. Focusing on exorcising instead of using the demon blade, processing with ghosts rather than burning bones. And as soon as you were done, he had another one lined up. You knew he still cared somewhere in there. He was racking up your saved souls. He was helping you build a stairway to heaven which never even existed. But he didn’t need to know that.

Two months to go and the hallucinations began. Slowly at first; whispering voices and shadows behind trees. Each passing day they grew in severity and terror; creeping closer into the hotel rooms and staring at you through mirrors. You realized you couldn’t keep the act going for long. The lie would come full circle eventually. In between hunts, travelling from one town to another, you slipped out during the middle of the night. Never intending to return.

You still took hunts here and there, while you felt sane enough. You wanted nothing more to fight it out until the end; thus causing you to become more reckless. The countdown was at three weeks. Maybe that’s why you decided to take on a nest of ghouls solo. You had a feeling this hunt would be your last. You’d take out what you could but you truly did not want to come back.

It was midnight when you entered the crypt. They’d be up and they’d be active. But you didn’t wish to take them by surprise. The passage stemming from an empty coffin was already open, revealing the hollow ground underneath. You jumped into the grave without acknowledging the irony. The tunnels were primitive, as if giant moles had dug through. Roots stuck through the walls and the ground was uneven.

As you neared closer to the entrance of their lair, it became apparent a struggle was happening from the other end. You rushed in, machete in hand, ready to save someone’s day for the last time. But you were not prepared for what you encountered.

The eldest Winchester turned at your appearance and the fight left his face. “Y/N?” His voice quavered. Over a month had passed since you last saw him.

At his distraction, the last ghoul raced towards him, knife in hand.

“Dean!” You tried to call his attention to the danger, but he seemed frozen.

In three quick bounds you closed the distance between you, swinging the machete with all your might. As you made contact, the ghoul made one last effort. It thrusted its knife up and up; each tormenting second lunging deeper, tearing into your chest. You swung through completing its end. You took a half a step back. The machete dropped from your hand as you looked down at the hilt of the knife.

“No, no, no.” Dean quietly moaned.

He caught you as you fell, guiding you gently down, cradling you in his arms.

“Sam!” He called, his voice cracking. Tears started spilling over, rolling down his face and dropping onto your cheeks and lips. “Don’t worry baby, we’re going to fix this.” Dean anxiously looked around but Sam was nowhere to be seen. You could barely find his voice over the humming in your own head.

“Shhh.” You hushed. Your eyelids were growing heavy. “It’s okay. I made it.” A sob broke through Dean as he brushed your hair aside. “I can see the pearly gates already…” You attempted to joke, but the soft laugh gave way to coughing. Dean’s salty tears on your lips were replaced with the taste of sharp metal you knew to be blood.

“Stop it.” He pleaded. “You still have time, we’ll find a way.” Your eyes fluttered closed but Dean wouldn’t have it. “Come on baby, stay with me.” He lightly shook you.

The adrenaline was beginning to wear off and excruciating pain ripped through your body. Your brow furrowed together and your breath became more ragged. You felt warmth starting to leave your body.

“I’ll wait for you there” You whispered. “Just d.. don.. Don’t come by too soon.”

“... I can’t…” He begged. “Y/N, I need you.”

“You’ll be okay…” You assured. “It’ll be okay…” You told yourself as darkness began swarming in and instead of a cloudy staircase your soul was being consumed by shadowy flames. Demons, not angels, were calling you to join them.

“Y/N…. Y/N…” Dean called to your lifeless body. “Don’t leave me.”

Dean stayed put, even after Sam rushed in. He cradled you, his face buried in your hair, rocking you back and forth. He waited for these tortuous emotions to lift, for the alleviation of this agonizing pain now that your deal had been fulfilled. But relief never came. And he now knew that his time spent wrestling, hopelessly wondering what was real, was wasted. He knew that his feelings were not part of the deal, that he was never altered to care for you. He truly loved you, but now it was too late.

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[deansgirl215]

Diving In

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Song Prompt/Challenge: Dive by Ed Sheeran for Kari’s 9.5k British Song Challenge

Warnings: Semi-Angst, Fluff, Implied Smut

Word Count: 1,535 (including lyrics)

A/N: Well this is what I came up with for Kari’s 9.5k British Song Challenge! Congrats @thing-you-do-with-that-thing on reaching such an amazing milestone! I’m so happy I got to use this Ed Sheeran song! It has been an absolute favorite of mine ever since I first heard it. And as soon as I heard it, I knew it was a Dean song, no doubt about it! LOL A big thank you to @torn-and-frayed for looking it over for me! So without further ado, enjoy! (And if you haven’t listened to Dive by Ed Sheeran, give it a listen!!)

Dean tipped back the beer bottle at his lips and took a long swig, closing his eyes at the onslaught of images that danced through his mind.

He saw the first werewolf go down from the silver bullet he shot its way. But before he could turn around to go after the other one, he was thrown across the room, the gun sliding out of his hand. And before he could register what was happening, she was sliding in front of him, firing her gun at the charging werewolf, killing it--but not before its claws swiped down her side.

Dean’s eyes snapped open and he shook his head to try and rid the images from his mind. He didn’t want to remember how she fell to the ground in front of him as she desperately attempted to use her hand to stop the bleeding. Damn, there was so much blood…

Maybe I came on too strong

Maybe I waited too long

Maybe I played my cards wrong

Oh, just a little bit wrong

Baby I apologize for it

“Dean?”

He spun around in his chair at the sound of her voice. “Hey,” he swallowed thickly. “What’re you doing up?”

She shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep. You?”

Dean shrugged back, “Something like that. How’re you feeling?”

“A little sore, but Cas fixed me up as best as he could. I’ll just have another cool scar to add to my collection.”

Dean took another sip of his beer as she walked over to the table to join him. She sat down on the table right next to his chair and plucked the bottle from his hand. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she took a long gulp of his beer before setting it on the table.

“Are you ok?” she asked him.

Dean scoffed, “You’re seriously asking me that? You’re the one who almost died tonight, throwing yourself in front of me. Why the hell would you do something so stupid?”

“Maybe because I didn’t want you to get killed!”

“Yeah well congratulations because you almost got yourself killed instead!”

“Well excuse me for caring about what happens to you.”

“Sweetheart, it doesn’t matter what happens to me,” he said.

“Well it matters to me, you jackass! I love you!!” she shouted at him.

I could fall, or I could fly

Here in your aeroplane

And I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

And I’ve been known to give my all

Jumping in harder than

Ten thousand rocks on the lake

Dean stopped short at her words as he realized what she said. Her chest was heaving, her face was pulled into a scowl and there were tears welling in her eyes as she stared at him.

She sniffed, “I know when we reconnected, we decided to just be friends. But I don’t want to just be friends, Dean. I want what we had 18 years ago, when we were young and naive and stupidly in love. We couldn’t make it work back then because we were both on different paths. But here we are, after all this time, still fighting the good fight. We’re all grown up now and it seems like the last 18 years have been pretty shitty for both of us. I’m not stupid enough to think that this life won’t catch up to me at some point, but dammit why can’t we make the most of whatever time we do have by spending it together?? Is that too much to ask?” She hung her head, afraid to meet his eyes after pouring her heart out to him.

So don’t call me baby

Unless you mean it

Don’t tell me you need me

If you don’t believe it

So let me know the truth

Before I dive right into you

Dean’s heart clenched when he heard her confession. Everything she said was exactly what he’d been feeling ever since they reconnected 6 months ago. Way back when they were just 20 and 22 year old kids, love had no place in this life. Not with Sammy taking off for Stanford and John keeping Dean busy with hunt after hunt after hunt. Not to mention she had her own family drama going on back then, what with her mom dragging her all across the country as well, trying to hunt down the wendigo that killed her dad. Of course, as he came to learn when they stumbled upon each other again all these years later, her mom died about 3 years after John did. How the two of them never crossed paths hunting all these years was remarkable.

But what was even more remarkable was how Dean felt when he saw her again. She was still as beautiful as he’d remembered and still a bad-ass hunter. No one could ever hold a candle to her in his book. But his fear of always losing the people closest to him is what kept him at arm’s length from her this time around.

Dean stood up from his chair and stepped in front of her. He lifted her chin up so she was looking at him. “After all this time, you still want me?”

She blinked up at him and gave him a soft, sad smile, “I’ve always wanted you, Dean. It’s always been you.”

You’re a mystery

I have traveled the world, there’s no other girl like you

No one, what’s your history?

Do you have a tendency to lead some people on?

'Cause I heard you do, mm

Dean locked eyes with her and just stared for a moment. He saw the young girl he’d met practically a lifetime ago, so young and full of life and ready to take on the world. He also saw the beautiful woman that life had beaten down over the years, almost extinguishing the fire in her eyes. But it was still there, still burning. And he wanted to make sure it never went out.

He stepped in closer to her until he was standing between her legs. Without warning, he dipped his head and met her lips with his. The initial shock of his kiss wore off quickly and she soon responded fiercely as she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer.

I could fall, or I could fly

Here in your aeroplane

And I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

And I’ve been known to give my all

And lie awake, everyday don't know how much I can take

Dean’s hands made their way down her back to her thighs, where he lifted her off the table and into his arms, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. They didn’t break apart on the way to his room until they reached his bed and he set her down on it. She peered up at him as he stood at the end of the bed and when he took too long to join her, she reached out her hand for him to take. As soon as his hand grasped hers, she pulled him down on top of her, wanting to feel his body against hers again. She pulled his head down to hers and immediately claimed his lips again.

So don’t call me baby

Unless you mean it

And don’t tell me you need me

If you don’t believe it

So let me know the truth

Before I dive right into you

They spent the rest of the night rediscovering each other, making sure they left not a single inch of their bodies untouched. The feel of her smaller frame against his, the taste of her skin, the unique scent of her invaded his senses in the best way. Dean was lost in her for hours, wondering why in the world he deprived himself of this in the first place.

Long after they were finished, she found herself laying with her head on Dean’s chest, her arm around his torso while one of his hands stroked up and down her side, and the other played with her hair. She felt him press a kiss to the top of her head and she hummed happily.

“I missed you,” she murmured as she placed a kiss on his chest.

“I missed you too, Sweetheart,” Dean replied.

“Are you sure you want this, for however long we have it?”

Dean pulled away from her so that he could see her eyes. “I want you. I’ll always want you. I love you. It’s you and me.”

She smiled brightly at him as she reached up to cup his cheek. “You and me, Baby,” she whispered against his lips as she kissed him again.

I could fall, or I could fly

Here in your aeroplane

And I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

And I’ve been known to give my all

Sitting back, looking at every mess that I made

So don’t call me baby

Unless you mean it

Don’t tell me you need me

If you don’t believe it

Let me know the truth

Before I dive right into you

Before I dive right into you

Before I dive right into you

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[plaid-lover-bay25]

Nothing But The Best

Pairing: (past) Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary: Years ago you had been the one to encourage Sam to get away. You’ve loved him all this time but reality has a way of leaving its mark.

Word Count: 1677

Warnings: old wounds, young love, hurt feelings, adult language

A/n: I am two weeks late with this fic!! I am so sorry Kari! I failed at getting this out on time! this was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s  # Kari’s 9.5k british song challenge. I chose Adelle’s Someone Like You

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 It had been years since you had heard from either Winchester. Of course being a hunter you always heard things across the wires of what the reckless brothers were up to. When you were younger you had been closer to both of them. Your mother had left you at Bobby’s more often than John left his boys and it all happened so organically.

 Sam had been your first crush, your first kiss, your first everything. You were a few months younger than him and you had always looked to him for guidance. As the two of you grew older it was harder to see each other but you knew that you were meant to be. When he told you of going to college you were excited for him. You knew he didn’t want to stay in the life and you had dreamed about joining him in California.

 Your hopes were shattered when your mom was attacked by a werewolf on a hunt. It was your fault, you hadn’t protected her. You spent most of the summer helping her recuperate but she was never the same. You spent most of your days taking care of her until she died.

 Ten years had passed since you had been with Sam. You heard of how he got out, went to school, found happiness, and then was dragged back in. It hurt to hear it. You had always wanted the best for him but after all these years you thought it still might be you.

 “Hey, is this (Y/n)?”

 “Yeah, and who is this?” you questioned as you answered the phone.

 “This is Dean. Uh, Winchester. I got your name and number from another hunter. He thought you might be able to help me out.”

 You were shocked to say the least as you listened to Dean's voice. He rambled on about the hunt he was on and how the nest of vampires was bigger than they expected. They needed help. They, meaning him and his brother, Sam.

 “Oh.” was all you could say after he finished talking.

 He paused and waited for more before finally asking. “Would you be able to give us a hand?”

 “You have no idea who you're talking to do you?” you grinned because you knew he didn't.

 “I just got your name and number from a friend. If you can't help then that's fine. I'll find someone else.”

 “I'll help. I just hope you remember me when I get there.”

 “Remember you?” he questioned before chuckling. “Sweetheart, if you're as pretty as your voice then I hope I remember you.”

 You rolled your eyes as you answered. “Just send me the details Dean. I'll be there as quick as I can.”

 It took you two hours to get to the rinky dink town Dean had sent to you. The address lead you to a small motel on the side of the interstate and you quickly found a spot next to the shiny, black car that lived in your dreams and memories. You took a deep breath before exiting your truck and grabbing your duffel bag.

 Your knuckles wrapped against the door of room twelve and you waited. Suddenly, the door swung inward and a gun was pointed at you.

 “Hey! Woah.” you threw your hands up. “You called me. No need for that.”

 “Oh, shit. Sorry.” Dean stood in the doorway and looked around as he lowered his gun. “You alone?”

 “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

 “Just making sure.” He put the gun in the back of his pants again and moved to the side. “Come on in. Sam, will be back in a few. Went to get grub.”

 You nodded in response as you took in the room. It was decent, better than most, which surprised you. You placed your duffle on the floor next to the small table and took a seat.

 “I didn’t expect you to have changed so much.”

 Your head whipped back to the eldest Winchester. He was sporting a grin that made you laugh. “So, you do recognize me?”

 “I told you I would. I was hoping it was you at least.” he came and took a seat next to you. “How have you been?”

 “As good as you can be, being a hunter.”

 Dean nodded to your response. “ I heard about your mom. I’m sorry.”

 “Yeah, same here. Your dad, I mean.”

 Dean just nodded again, not wanting to talk about the deceased Winchester patriarch. “Any way. This hunt, it seems like a lot but I’m hoping it’s not.”

 “How many vamps do you guess are in the nest?” You felt like getting down to business would be good.

 You and Dean talked for a while about plans and figuring out how to go about the take down of the whole nest. You were so caught up in the plans that you didn’t realize someone else had entered the room.

 “Hey. So get this…” Sam started before realizing you were sat across from his brother.  “(Y/n).”

 The two of you stared at each other as Dean looked on. Finally the eldest Winchester interrupted the staring contest with a loud cough.

 “Sammy, you were saying?”

 Sam shook his head and his long locks flowed across his face. You liked him with the longer hair. It looked good on him. He caught your eye again and then looked away before finishing what he had started.

 “So while I was waiting on food I overheard some people talking about some new folks in town that weren't very friendly. Guessing these are ours.”

 “Sounds about right. What do you say (Y/n)?” Dean questioned you.

 “Uh, yeah. I guess it sounds promising.”

 Sam sighed as he pulled the food from the bags and looked to you again. You let your chin drop to your chest and looked away. You had missed him so much.

 “So, you two start eating. I need to grab some more supplies from Baby.”

 Before either of you could protest, Dean was out of his seat and out the door. Sam watched the door close and then looked at you again. He cleared his throat before taking a seat.

 “So, how you been?” Sam tried to sound nonchalant and you knew he was trying.

 “I’m doing pretty well. Mainly research not so much out doing the kills lately.”

 Sam nodded. “That’ll be me soon.”

 “What? Why?” you asked before taking a bite of your burger.

 “Oh…” Sam ducked his head for a moment and fished his phone out of his pocket. He swiped through for a moment before turning it to show you. A picture of a sonogram was showing on his phone and it took you a minute to realize what he was showing you. You looked to the top corner and saw the name on the scan was Winchester.

 “Oh wow. Um…” you choked back tears. “Congratulations.”

 “Thank you! Shawna is showing like crazy now and I can’t wait to have our little boy here.”

 You couldn’t hold it back anymore. Tears flowed down your cheeks and you jumped up from your chair. You raced out the door and to your truck, slamming the motel door behind you. You had heard Sam call your name but ignored him. Dean saw your hasty retreat and followed you over to your truck. Sam opened the door but Dean told him to go back inside.

 You felt a hand on your shoulder as you buried your head into your arms that rested on your truck. “Hey, what happened?”

 “Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m just an idiot.”

 “How are you an idiot?” Dean asked quietly. His hand was now moving over the top of your back trying to soothe your crying.

 You nudged his hand away weakly and moved your head off your arms. You turned to him with tears still covering your face. “He’s happier without me.”

 Realization hit Dean. “Shit, (Y/n), I’m sorry. I didn’t think he would bring it up just yet.”

 “Why the hell did you call me Dean? You should have just let me be.”

 “He misses you.”

 “That’s bull shit. He has a girlfriend or wife or whatever and I was sitting there looking like the jealous ex.” you sighed heavily. “They’re having a kid. I’m nothing to him anymore.”

 “(Y/n), don’t say that. You were his best friend. You were the reason he got away.”

 “Good for him. Didn’t work out so well for me.” you growled back at him as you raised the hem of your shirt a few inches. Pale scars graced your right side. Old, gnarly claw marks jutted off of your otherwise unblemished skin. “I’m happy for him.”

 “He waited for you. To follow him I mean.” Dean looked over his shoulder before continuing. “He wanted that life with you.”

 “Too late.” you stated before shoving past him. You calmed your features before heading back into the room.

 “Hey, you okay?” Sam towered over you. His protective stance was infuriating.

 “I’m fine. I can take care of myself. Been doing it for a while.” you stated quietly, not wanting to offend Sam. “I gotta go. You two will need to call in someone else.”

 “What? (Y/n), wait!” Sam stopped you hesitantly. “Is this because of me?”

 That question hurt. You took a deep breath and focused on leaving. “It was always about you Sam.”

 You pulled away from his loose grip and grabbed your bag. You turned back to leave and you saw Sam sitting at the table again, his head in his hands. Dean was watching from the doorway as you knelt in front of Sam.

 “Congratulations, Sammy. I’m happy for you.” you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “I hope I find someone like you someday.”

 Sam stared at you, saying nothing. The brother’s watched you leave the room. You quickly threw your bag into the truck and revved the engine. As you pulled away you looked to the open door of the motel. “I wish you nothing but the best Sam Winchester.”

keep me caffeinated 

tags: @impalaimagining @sammyneedsadog @hetaliameow @myfand0msandm0re @justjessiehere @pinknerdpanda @grace-for-sale @goldenolaf25 @high-functioning-sociopath8 @authoressskr @waywardasfudge @iliketowrite02 @cassieraider 

[legion1993]

You Are In My Heart Forever!

A/N: this is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for her British Song Challenge... this is another leap!

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Song: You'll be in my heart by Phil Collins

Summery: it's the happiest day of your life, the day where you marry your best friend, you grew up with Jared but that friendship turned into something alot more! now you guys are happily engaged and now it comes down to the rehearsal dinner..

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this is how it happened, this is how you married your best friend...

you ever wish that you could know who you were supposed to marry ahead of time so you knew who to be close to and who to avoid...

you grew up with Jared, best friends since well as long as you could remember... but as you both got older you guys discovered a deeper affection for eachother.

when he started working on Supernatural it became your guys new favorite activity when each season would come out on disc you guys always got a copy and would binge watch it while eating pizza...

~the day you guys started dating~

then it happened one evening while watching supernatural Jared tackled you out of no where and while he had you pinned he kissed you. the first kiss is always something to be treasured especially when it's with someone you trust.

Jared: “Y/N will you be the love of my life”

that's when the wedding planning begun, well the secret plans you drew up when you knew Jared wasn't looking... because secretly you hoped it would be him you would marry...

~the day he proposed~

it was a normal day, you guys were walking back to the small apartment you guys had in Vancouver not far from the studio, hand in hand you walked occasionally getting stopped by fans and photographers... you guys were almost back at the apartment but you guys stopped at the park... 

you took off into a run, Jared on your heels he knew that once you broke into a run it was just your way of wanting to be chased so thats usually how this worked... 

Jared finally caught up to you, but when he did he pinned you to the ground... eventually getting off you, you guys moved into the shade...

Jared: "I was talking with the guys today... there was a moment where I thought long and hard about my actions with you this evening... I feel we should take the next step in our relationship!"

you sat up at the sound of how happy and nervous he sounded... you knew him to well not too sit up at the sudden change to the tone in his voice...

Jared then leaned himself up on his shoulder while you stayed sitting up in the shade...

Jared: "Y/N, you are my best friend... you know me better than I know myself... I know we agreed we would never be apart the day, we also said that when the day came we would move up our relationship... I have a little question to ask you..."

Jared then reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out a small box but when he opened it, your eyes welled up with tears as you caught sight of the sparkly 18k diamond ring...

Jared: "Y/N the love of my life will you make me the luckiest guy in the world and do me the honor of marrying me?"

your eyes lighting up like stars, tears of joy welling in your eyes, your head vigorously nodding...

Y/N: “yes..”

You managed to squeak out as Jared stuck the ring on your finger, you guys made your way up off the ground and skipped your way back to the apartment...  upon arriving back at the apartment you guys were creating 2 different posts to tell the fans from both your Twitter and Jared’s Instagram but thats when Jensen called and told you guys to turn on the News and you guys saw something disturbing...

you and Jared then decided to tell the fans yourselves before any riots started... you posted first...

shortly after that Jared posted his instagram post... likes happened almost immediately after...

the likes were pouring in the fans were amazed at how long it took you guys to do the engagement... and so it began the fun began, the fun of planning the wedding with your best friend!!! although if it came down to it, you guys probably would have eloped anyway!

~the rehearsal dinner~

it was here the night before your wedding had arrived, which meant rehearsal dinner, where were so many things that had been planned, your musician had been set as well as a special singer that you didnt know would be performing...

it was time for the toasts, everything looking lovely but you know that Jensen is just gonna butcher his speech... Jensen gets up to speak...

Jensen: “you know Jared stood up and did this for me at my wedding except his was all words, nothing special... well i have a surprise, can i have Jared and Y/N come up on the floor for a special dance... Jared heres looking at your happily ever after with a special lady, Y/N take care of my best friend...”

Jensen ques the band to start playing as you and Jared enter onto the dancefloor Jensen begins to sing...

Jensen: “Come stop your crying. It will be alright. Just take my hand. And hold it tight.  I will protect you. From all around you. I will be here. Don't you cry...”

course when Jensen sang that part you started crying leaning your head against Jared’s chest you guys listened to Jensen continue to sing...

Jensen: “For one so small, You seem so strong My arms will hold you, Keep you safe and warm This bond between us Can't be broken I will be here Don't you cry...”

Jared spun you round as Jensen started the chorus...

Jensen: “Cause you'll be in my heart Yes, you'll be in my heart From this day on Now and forever more You'll be in my heart No matter what they say You'll be here in my heart Always”

thats when something blew in the place... something supernatural, something fierce and it destroyed the building which would have collapsed if it hadnt been for the extra support beams built into it when it had been built in just in case... 

you, Jensen, Jared and Misha all looked up to see this shadowy figure floating over your heads...

Shadow figure: “its time for you guys to know of the existence of everything supernatural... i am the first of 10 things that have crept our way slowly into your world... we represent the gateway to see the supernatural... you 4 have the sight to be able to stop us... go ahead with your wedding, live your normal lives, dont forget we will be watching...”

thats when it disappeared, you Jared Jensen Danneel and Misha all gathered after the party had finished... you were shaking Jared was holding you tight...

Jensen: “you guys thinking what i am thinking...”

Y/N: “that some freaky shadow thing just came in and threatened us...”

Danneel: “dont worry Y/N nothing bad will happen to you...”

Jared: “i still want to go through with the wedding before we start to deal with this thing...”

Misha: “i of course will do everything i can to help...”

Danneel: “then whats the motto...”

everyone looked at eachother as they all stuck their hands in the middle on top of eachother... but it was you Jared and Jensen who recited the motto...

Y/N: “Saving People...”

Jared: “Hunting Things...”

Jensen: “The Family Business...”

Danneel: “Family Doesnt End With Blood...”

Misha: “we got work to do, after the wedding of course...”

that ended that night... your life forever changed in so many ways, none of the least you all started hunting, the wedding went off without a hitch, you and Jared spent your magical night in a fancy hotel... everything happened without anything going wrong...

~maybe you spoke to soon...~

[danijimenezv]

You Make Me Better

Prompt/Summary: Based on “Better Man” by Robbie Williams

Pairings: Bucky x female!reader

Warnings: nightmares, a bit of angst

Word Count: 2367

A/N: I wrote this for Kari’s British Song Challenge ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ).  I’m tagging some new people, so if you didn’t want to be tagged in this, please let me know and I won’t tag you in the future. This is my first time writing Bucky, so feedback would be much appreciated!

Bucky stirred as he began waking up, frowning when he felt a warm weight over his body. After blinking a few times to rid the sleep from his eyes, he looked down and noticed a blanket draped over him, which made his frown deepen. It wasn’t easy to sneak upon him like that, much less without him waking up and noticing, but someone had managed it. And he knew exactly who. The blanket gave off a characteristic smell of one of his teammates, the perfect mix of daisies and vanilla. It was small, and it barely covered the super soldier’s body, if he didn’t move an inch, but he didn’t seem to mind. The thought alone made him smile slightly in the dark as he snuggled further in the couch, holding the fabric close to him, and the patter of the rain and the warmth lulled him back into a deep, peaceful slumber.

The next time he woke up, the sun was up and its bright light illuminated the whole room. Hearing soft banter coming from the kitchen area, Bucky decided to get up from the couch and head there, after stretching his muscles and folding neatly the blanket. When he walked in, he noticed Sam and Y/N bickering back and forth about what each wanted to have for breakfast.

“Woman, I went running. I need serious breakfast.”

“It’s not my fault you decided to go running, Bird Boy.” her eyes fluttered automatically to Bucky, as if she felt his presence. Her whole face lit up and she casted him a dazzling smile, “Good morning, Bucky. Fancy some coffee?”

“That’d be great, Y/N. Thank you.” he said honestly, approaching her slowly, though she didn’t recoil away from him the closer he came, “I think this is yours.” he handed her the blanket back.

“You needed it more than I did.” she responded, the smile never disappearing from her face.

Sam groaned out loud, rolling his eyes at the obvious feelings hanging between them, “I’m outta here.”

When Bucky had first joined the Avengers, he hadn’t expected to feel comfortable with someone other than Steve. The rest of the team had been wary around him for months, and although no one would dare to say it out loud, they silently questioned his stability. He didn’t blame them, though; he questioned it himself. His called friendship with Sam had been an unexpected development, and neither of them understood well how they had become friends, but they lived to make the other one annoyed. With Y/N, it was different. She had been the newest recruit when he arrived at the compound for the first time, but never once had she looked at him with anything other than kindness. Bucky felt drawn to her from the very first moment, which was unusual, but Y/N caused something in him that no one else did; she made him feel at ease, like he didn’t have a baggage to deal with at all. Of course, that made him the more cautious, so he had kept his distance, like with the rest of the team, though that was proving to be a hard task to keep up.

“Here.” Y/N gave him a warm cup of coffee.

“T-thanks.” he stammered out, “For the blanket. A-and the coffee too.”

“It’s quite alright, Sarge.” her hand squeezed his arm gently as she walked past him, and his nerves tingled at the mere contact, “It helps me with nightmares too. You can keep it.”

“Oh, no. No, I couldn’t.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

Slowly, it became an habit of them. Each time Bucky fell asleep on the couches in the TV room of the compound, Y/N would sneak inside and cover him with the blanket without him waking up. It came to the point where Bucky would purposely sleep in there. He had his own room of course, but he knew Y/N wouldn’t go in there, out of respect for his privacy, so he made sure to sleep out in a common area. It was the best sleep he’d had, whether it was because of the blanket or the knowledge that Y/N had been watching over him, taking care of him. The rest of the team found it strange, not knowing the real reason for his behavior, but they let it pass.

However, not even the blanket seemed to help when the snow days hit. Spring, summer and autumn were easy months, compared to winter. The climate was enough reminder for Bucky’s nightmares to come alive once again and hit him with full force, too many memories from his past assaulting his mind and taking away every ounce of peace he had. He’d wake up sweating and trashing desperately, and that’s when he knew he couldn’t keep sleeping in the common area. He needed to go back to his room, to his privacy, where no one would see this. Y/N ignored it the first nights, but then she decided to act, concern eating her away. She could hear the pained sounds coming from Bucky’s room, and she’d had enough. She didn’t hesitate to walk into his room one night, and the sight alone broke her heart; Bucky was curled up in his bed, clutching a pillow close to him, while his legs kicked wildly and a few murmurs of despair escaped past his lips.

“Bucky.” she shook him a couple of times, without success.

In a bold move, Y/N climbed in bed with him, and snaked her arms delicately around Bucky, holding him close. Bucky didn’t wake up, but her gesture seemed to soothe him, because he started calming down, his heartbeat slowing down to a normal rate and his breathing evening out. Y/N didn’t leave, instead she hugged him tighter and cuddled him closer.

“It’s okay.” she whispered, not knowing if he could hear her at all in his sleep, “You’re safe.” she kissed his cheek softly.

The next morning when Bucky woke up, he was confused to find his limbs tangled messily with Y/N’s, and his heart picked up its pace as he stared at the sleeping girl beside him. As if on cue, almost like she could feel his gaze, Y/N began stirring. She yawned before her  glinting eyes focused on Bucky, and she shot him a lazy smile.

“Hey…” Bucky started shyly, “Y/N, um… Why are you in my bed?”

“You were having a nightmare, so I came.” she shrugged nonchalantly, as if that was enough explanation.

“So you saw…” he let out a deep sigh, his blue eyes scanning the former spy’s face for any sign that might give him an idea of her thoughts, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“No one deserves to go through that alone. You deserve someone.” Y/N replied, “And until you find the right person, I’m here for you whenever.”

Nothing else was said about the topic, and they continued with their day as if nothing had happened, though that made them grow closer.

Sleeping next to each other became an unspoken agreement for Bucky and Y/N. Sometimes she would be the one that sneaked into his room, and sometimes he would sneak into hers. Bucky knew better than to deny what she had said, and instead had accepted her help; she was what he didn’t know he needed. Laying down next to her on the bed and cuddling felt natural, and he cherished having her in his arms, or the other way around. The night terrors lessened considerably with the new arrangement. Late night conversations became part of their daily routine, and Bucky couldn’t remember when he had felt most at home than when he was with her.

“How are you… okay with it?” Bucky asked lowly, trying not to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere, as Y/N’s fingers danced over his metal arm and his traced random patterns on her back.

“What, your arm?”

“Yes. How are you not disgusted by it?”

“Why would I be? It’s a part of you.” she continued to run her hand up and down the metal plates curiously.

“It has-” he corrected himself, “I’ve killed thousands with it.”

“Well, I think the metal arm is really cool. Gives you a whole new badass vibe.”

“It’s not a joke, Y/N.”

“I know it’s not.” she smiled sadly, “Bucky, look at me.” she pulled herself up and supported her weight on her elbows, and he complied hesitantly, accommodating himself into a sitting position, “All of that, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Right.” he scoffed.

“I mean it.” Y/N insisted, holding eye contact with him, “Every single one of us has a story, a past. All the decisions we’ve made have lead us here. Unlike the rest of us, you didn’t choose what you did, what path to take. It’s not on you.”

“But I still did.”

“You didn’t have a choice.” she stayed silent for some seconds, pondering what to say to convince him, “If I grab a gun right now and shoot a civilian, would it be my fault or the gun’s?”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“Just answer...”

“Y-yours...”

“That’s exactly what happened to you. You were the gun.” Y/N took his hand gently, intertwining their fingers together, “You were merely a weapon of choice. You didn’t call the shots, Hydra did.” she could see the pain and doubt clouding his blue eyes, “If you ask me, you’re the most innocent out of the rest of us.”

“That can’t be-”

“Like I said, we all have a past.” she shrugged, “We all made the wrong choices. You didn’t.” Y/N sighed, laying down once again, “Buck, you can’t blame yourself for everything that happened. It’s in the past, and it should stay in the past.”

Bucky pulled her close to him as he went back to a lying position on the bed, deciding not to say anything, but her words had a calming effect on him, and he let out a sigh of relief as the moment repeated itself on his mind. He had tried to convince himself for some time that he wasn’t that bad, that he could be redeemed somehow, and Y/N’s belief in him made him feel stronger.

“Why can’t you see yourself as I see you?” she mumbled barely above a whisper, though he could hear her perfectly, “You’re not broken, James.”

“I’m trying to get better.” Bucky said hoarsely, “To be better.”

“You’re already a great man, with a heart of gold.”

“You make me better.”

Y/N lifted herself slightly and, before any of them could chicken out, placed her lips over his. Bucky let out a surprised whine before shaking himself out of the shock and kissing her back fervently. His lips were slightly chapped, but she didn’t seem to care as she ran her tongue tentatively over his bottom lip, to deepen the kiss, and the two of them lost themselves in the moment.

And just like that, their relationship bloomed. They were each other’s safe place, the one person to turn to in any situation they found themselves in. They were exactly what the other needed the most. Of course, the reactions throughout the team varied widely, but all of them could notice the difference Y/N made on Bucky. For the months to come, he got better, as he had promised, with her by his side. She became the anchor that allowed him to fight his own demons, and to grow stronger from his past experiences, instead of the broken man he once felt.

“Okay, everyone.” Steve called for everyone’s attention in the meeting room one day, “This mission needs from all of us on the field.”

“What’s going on?” Y/N asked slowly, and Bucky went to stand beside her as soon as he entered the room.

“We found yet another Hydra base.” Nat explained for Steve, “But this one looks bigger and heavily guarded. Who knows what secrets they have stashed in there.”

“Where?”

“Siberia. Again.”

The rest of the team eyed Bucky nervously, but he smiled confidently as he felt Y/N’s fingers weaving to intertwine with his, grounding him.

“Are you sure you can do this, Ice Princess?” Tony made sure.

“I’m ready.” Bucky stated firmly, looking down and smiling foolishly at their entwined hands, “I can do this.”

“Alright, lovebirds. Keep it PG.” Clint snickered.

“Great.” Steve continued, ignoring Clint, “Banner stays in the quinjet until we call code green. We can’t hit them with everything we have until we assess the situation. Nat and Y/N, you’ll go first.” Bruce and both former spies nodded at Steve’s instructions, and Bucky wrapped his metal arm around Y/N to pull her closer to him. She didn’t flinch at the cold, instead she leaned further into his side, “Tony, Sam, Vision and Rhodes take the sky. Everyone else attack from the flanks. Let’s give them hell. Got it?”

“Yes, Cap.”

“Alright, gear up.” Steve ordered, “We’re leaving in five.”

Bucky and Y/N went to their now shared room to suit up and grabbed their weapons so they could leave. However, as Y/N was studying her array of blades to decide which to take, Bucky’s hand wrapped around her arm, making her look up at him.

“What is it, Buck?”

“You know I can do this, right?” he questioned hesitantly.

“I do. What is this about?”

“This isn’t about me… I just- I can’t lose you, doll.”

“You won’t.” she promised, standing on her tiptoes to press a chaste kiss on his lips, “I can do this, and if anything goes south, I know you have my back. Just as I have yours. We can do this. It’s just another mission.”

“Stay close?” he requested, but his blue eyes were practically begging her.

“Of course. How else would I swoop in to save your ass, Barnes?” Bucky let out a loud bark of laughter.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you too, Sarge.”

Yes, when Bucky had first joined the Avengers, he hadn’t expected to feel comfortable with someone other than Steve, much less find someone he could fall in love with, but he was glad he did. He was sure she was the right person for him, and he wasn’t planning on letting her go, ever.

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[thethingwewrite]

Trouble At the Town Bar (Part 6)

Summary: A month passed by, and your relationship with is slowly growing even though you and Sam were alright, even with Lucifer around, you tried to manage everything, but something else could bring more issues then you can handle.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader ( Past), Sam x Reader (Present)

Word Count; 3067

Warning: Angst, dead of a character, blood

Square filed:  Medical Malpractice/Dying is surgery ( @spnangstbingo)

@thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s 9.5k British Song Challenge: Bleeding Love:

Reader x Sam Challenge from @imagineteamfreewill:  “ Don’t make me come down there!”

@izawrites 6k writing challenge: “I hope you feel the same way.”

A/N: Hey guys, I am sorry for the huge delays for all of the challenged I was suppose to do. I am sorry for those were waiting for a longer time. Here is the part 6 of Trouble at the part town. Thanks to those who decided to think around and the new followers. Also thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis for betaing this.

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One month later

Everything around you moved in slow motion; your attention was on Gabriel as you held each other’s hands, a weak smile on his face.

“I love you,” he pronounced.

At that exact moment, everything went fast, faster than you could register anything, but someone pulled you away from him while you screamed his name. Tears fell down your cheek, and you begged as you tried to struggle against the firm grip that held you. The doctors and nurses were all over him when the door of the emergency room closed in front of you.

You opened your eyes. You sat up and rubbed your face, trying to forget the nightmare you hadn’t had in months. After a few minutes of calming yourself down, you stood up and made your way toward the bathroom. When you looked in the reflection, you saw a crappy version of yourself, someone you hadn’t been in years. You washed your face with water twice, but it was still the same. You sighed and wondered why it came back. Why now?

As you made your way to the kitchen, the past month came back into your mind. Lucifer was back in town, working at the local bank. Your first meeting with him brought up the fear, the pain, and the blame you put on yourself and tried to suppress so you could forgive yourself. All the hard work you’d done was thrown in the toilet. You sat down at the kitchen table after making yourself a cup of tea. Your mind drifted to the fact that your lawyer was found dead 3 months earlier, around the same time Bobby and Ellen had their car accident.

You had forgotten about it as you’d been too deep in your grief with them being dead and you didn't want to deal with finding a new lawyer on top of everything. But now that Lucifer was free, you would have to deal with the side effects of him being around. Which was why you decided to see the counselor, Dr. Naomi Anderson. She was helping you get through everything once a week. It felt good to talk to someone who didn't know your situation. As for Sam, you didn’t have a lot of time for him. However, you made those moments you shared with him the best, even though it wasn't long, and he was very supportive of your situation.

The thought of Sam made you realize that your friendship was quickly moving to the next level. Even though you’d only been on a few dates, you felt like it could work to be with him. All those elements together was a lot for you, and now you sat down drinking your tea feeling guilty for moving on. Charlie was at a convention outside town, and you wished she was there to cheer you up a bit. She always knew how and now you needed her. You glanced at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall and shook your head. It was 4am. She was undoubtedly asleep right now.

                                                                 *

It was still morning and very early because the streets were deserted as you made your way to the cemetery. You couldn't help remembering the horrible day 3 years ago when everything changed for you and everyone else.

The rain was pouring down hard on the street, making Gabriel stand up from where he’d been down on one knee. “How cliché is this?” He smirked, taking your hand before running toward your house while you giggled. Even if you were cold and wet at that moment, you didn’t care. Once you were in your house, you went to grab a towel, but Gabriel grabbed your arms and pulled you closer to him.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. He loved to tease you like that. “We need towels unless you want to catch a cold?”

“Don’t worry about that. I am a nurse remember? I will take care of you if we reach that bridge later,” he cooed. “So, the cliché outside was fun, but I never got an answer to my question?”

You smiled at him. “Well, I don’t know what the question was, exactly, because of said cliché distracting me,” you teased.

Gabriel sighed. “Girl, you are killing me.”

You giggled. “What’s the matter, Gabe? You don’t like when your fiancée teases you as much as you do?” You winked at him.

He grinned and opened his mouth, but the sound of hands clapping made you both turn toward it. “Well done, brother,” Lucifer mocked, still clapping. “You took my girl, took my house, and now you’re tying it all up in a bow by marrying her!” He glared at Gabriel, his hands dropping.

Gabriel immediately placed you behind him. “What can I say, I have my ways,” he replied and eyed him suspiciously. “To what do I owe the displeasure of your intrusion?”

“Because you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you. I was here to talk. And by the way, I still have a key,” he pointed out, showing it to you.

You frowned, but you weren’t sure if you were supposed to interfere between them. Unconsciously, you stepped forward.

A car horn brought you back to reality with a blast. You stepped back and let the car pass you, your eyes not leaving it until it was out of sight. Turning back, before you was the sign for the cemetery. You’d been so distracted by your memories, you couldn’t have said how you got there. After a few minutes of waiting there for no logical reason, you took a deep breath, then started to walk inside, repeating to yourself like a mantra, ‘You can do this.’

Like it was yesterday, and not three months ago, your feet took you to Bobby’s and Ellen’s graves. You stared at the graves and sighed. You had been going there since they passed away and barely going to Gabriel’s, but this time you needed him. “I’ll be back later,” you whispered while walking away. You didn’t need to walk far before you reached the Shurley tomb, then nervously and slowly pushed the small wrought iron door open.

You walked inside and went straight to his grave, yet when you saw his name written in gold against it, you froze. With your hand shaking, you touched the golden letters while tears formed in your eyes. You tried to hold them back, but you couldn’t. As they fell, you fell, down onto the floor, sobbing as the memory of the worst day of your life came back and overwhelmed you.

Lucifer had just stabbed Gabriel twice. You screamed Gabriel’s name and tried to go toward him, but Lucifer had another idea. He was coming toward you with a deadly look in his eyes. Luckily, Castiel rushed in when he heard you scream and saved you. Cas knocked him out, as you were too paralyzed by fear to move. Even though Cas tried his best to snap you out of it, you were in shock. Gabriel was bleeding out, but he was still conscious. His groans and weak calls for you finally made you snap out it.

After that, although you were well aware of what was happening, everything went so fast that you barely had any chance to react. You were taken to the hospital with Gabriel and went into the emergency room. His last words to you before he was carried away , ‘I love you.’ After waiting for hours with Cas by your side, your family and his arrived one by one until the doctor told you the inevitable. Gabriel died on the operating table, and the doctors couldn’t do much about it.

You wiped your tears away. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here, but I didn’t know who else to talk to,” you whispered weakly. “For some reason, I can’t forget you.”

Sam’s Pov

Sam sighed as he checked his phone for the third time in less than 20 minutes. He was worried about (Y/N). With Lucifer around, Sam knew it would be scary and traumatic for her. Sam sighed. He knew how much Gabriel meant to (Y/N) and he was wondering if he had a place in her heart. They had seen each other a lot lately, making their friendship slowly evolve into what seemed to be a relationship, but did she feel the same?

“Sam? What do you think?” Jo’s voice brought him back from his daydream.

Sam tilted his head. “What? Nobody!” He gasped as he glanced back at Jo and Dean in front of him.

Dean smirked. “About the bar, Sammy. Who were you thinking about? Let me guess…,” he started.

“Guys! This is a serious matter, we are in it, now. We don't have time for distractions!” Jo hissed.

Both boys raised an eyebrow. They were used to her temper and her screaming at other people, but never once had she raised her voices at them until now.

“Listen, Jo. We know this is important for the bar, but you have to understand, we also have other issues outside the bar," Sam said, trying to calm her.

“You probably need some distraction, too," Dean mumbled.

Sam nudged him to try and keep him quiet, but, unfortunately, Jo heard it. She glared at him. “Really? Dean? You are barely able to be faithful for more than 2 weeks! You are just lucky that Lisa wants you in the first place,” Jo blurted out.

Both brothers were taken back by what she had just said to Dean. Sam could see Dean being hurt by her words, knowing well that Lisa and Dean's relationship had recently started to be more stable. “Jo, hold on! We are all frustrated and up--” Sam began.

Jo laughed. “Yeah, apparently I seem to be the only one concerned about the bar. This shouldn’t have happened, Sam! You should have told us sooner!” she pointed out, grabbing a paper from the bank. Before Sam could say something, she stood up. “You two have been distracted, not caring enough about our legacy,” she said, clearly trying to hold back tears.

“Jo, listen, it’s not tr--” Sam tried again.

“It is. Ever since you came back, you only have eyes for (Y/N), just like in high school. She never noticed you back then, why do you think she would now? You’re the boss after all.” With that, she left the office, slamming the door shut behind her.

Sam held his breath, only realizing it when the door slammed. Jo had a temper, and sometimes this could happen. Well, that’s what he was guessing.

“She isn’t wrong, you know. We’ve all been distracted, even if you were the one working here. You’ve only really noticed (Y/N),” Dean said, making Sam turn toward him.

“Dean--” he started.

“Listen, brother, I know you tried to fix things here. But to be honest with you, your focus was (Y/N), and I am guessing she is part of the reason why you stayed here. Although I suspect other means for that, too,” Dean guessed. “Now, I suggest you fix the main problem, because our sister needs you, and you need to focus on her.” He put his jacket on and headed for the door.

Sam opened his mouth, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both turned their head to see (Y/N). “Hey Sam… sorry, do you want me to come back later?” you asked.

Dean rolled his eyes. “No, it’s fine, we are done!” he said before walking out of the office after she stepped aside.

“Is there something wrong?” she wondered.

Sam shook his head. “Everything is fine. Do you need something?”

She nodded, then widened her eyes at the paper. “The bank wants to take the bar! Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, perplexed.

Sam closed his eyes for a few seconds. “It’s complicated, and I didn’t want to worry you more,” he said grabbing the paper.

(Y/N) frowned. “Sam…,” she began.

“Listen, (Y/N) you have a lot on your mind with Lucifer out. You don’t need that at the moment, plus this doesn’t concern you that much.”

She frowned. “Sam, I am here to help you, and this concerns me because... Well, you know how I feel about you, and I hope you feel the same,”.

Sam rubbed his face. “(Y/N)... You know I do, but this isn’t the right time. It’s just not our time yet.”

She widened her eyes. “Right. I’m sorry,” she said, sounding very sad. “Alright. I’m just going to do my job, then.”

Sam felt like he messed up this one. He didn’t want to push her away like that, but his siblings were partially right. He wasn’t 100% focused on the bar. He let her go and, once alone, he sat down in the chair and put his head in his hands, thinking he might have just screwed up things with her.

2 days later

Sam walked into Benny’s diner, where he was supposed to meet Benny. He knew that every year the bar and the diner organized a joint dinner party, and he was lucky that this year the whole thing was hosted by Benny. He would still need help with serving and alcohol, though. It was always prepared like that for anyone who needed to be around other people and couldn't be with their family. And of course, the waitress usually left around 10 PM so they could be home with their family.

Both talked about every detail of the event so they wouldn't miss a thing. They only finished around 7pm, which gave them time to go home and change. Sam was happy that the house was empty for once. Ever since that letter came from the bank, Dean and Jo regularly came to discuss the ‘right thing to do’, and firing some employee was the last thing that he wanted to do.

When Sam was taking a shower, the landline phone rang, but he decided to ignore it instead of running while all wet. However, five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Sam sighed. Lucky him, he was just finishing. He wrapped a towel around his waist and put a T-shirt on before walking down the stairs to open the door.

“Ruby!?” He gasped in surprise.

(Y/N)'s Pov

You were getting ready for the event tonight, and not to enjoy the dinner, but to work. For the first time in 10 years, you weren’t a part of the festivities, but working there. It slightly bothered you, but there was nothing you could do.

You put your uniform on for the night, with Sam on your mind. In fact, he was on your mind all the time, and there was nothing you could do about it. Because he was your boss, things were especially difficult between the two of you. With Jo pressuring him all the time, everything had been just successions of awkward moments and glares coming from her.

“(Y/N)? Are you here?” Charlie called out to you.

You turned your head toward the door and raised an eyebrow before going to check. “Charlie? You’re already home?” you asked, surprised.

Charlie chuckled. “Of course, silly... Wow, girl, your breasts got bigger since last time I saw you. Did you get plastic surgery?” she asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous they are still the same.” You shook your head. “I am sorry I forgot to pick you up from the airport!” You hugged her. “I missed you.”

“A whole month without me and you are helpless,” she joked. “But you do have bigger boobs, sister,” Charlie commented before stepping back.

You shrugged. “Come on, I told you they’re not,” you said. “Sorry I can’t stay, I have to work in 2 hours.”

“What!? Why? You never worked before! What changed? Did something happen between you and Sam? Or is it Jo?” she inquired.

You pressed your lips together while thinking about it for a few seconds. You knew Charlie would keep asking, and even worse, go to talk to Sam and Jo. It was best to just explain the whole situation to her, but maybe avoid telling her about the part where you went to the cemetery and cried like a baby. It wasn’t something she needed to know, especially knowing exactly what she would tell you.

                                                            *

2 hours later

You were going from table to table, taking orders and dropping off food, trying to keep up with the hectic pace. You knew most of the customers, and they were nice to you, with the exception, of course, being Jo. She made sure you had to do all of your work alone, even though the other waitresses were trying to help you out. During the dinner, you noticed Jo talking, or more like flirting, with Cole. After she left, though, you didn’t think more about it. You were more concerned about the girl Sam had brought with him. She was constantly close to him and touching him.

You were hurt, and finally understood why he didn’t want to date. He obviously already had a girlfriend. You sighed, and when you couldn't take it anymore, you went upstairs to the bathroom, hoping to be alone. However, after five minutes alone, someone knocked at the door.

“(Y/N)?” Charlie’s voice called out.

You sighed. “Not now, Charlie.”

“Come on, (Y/N), you can’t just be standing here forever,” she said.

“I can,” you affirmed. “Just, please, don’t make me go back down there.”

Nothing came out of Charlie, but the door was quickly unlocked, and Charlie opened it with a smile. “I knew that those skills would be put to good use,” she said, walking in and pulling you into a hug. “It’s going to be alright,” she whispered.

“I don’t think so. Sam and that girl seem to be well into their relationship,” you softly sobbed.

“Forget about him. He’s dumb if he doesn’t see how beautiful and smart you are.”

“Yeah, the problem is I can’t forget about him.” You shook your head.

Charlie raised both eyebrows. “Why not?”

You didn’t say anything, just grabbed your bag, opened it, and pulled something out.

She widened her eyes. “Holy shit is that….!?”

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[masksandtruths]

Oh gah...that last line 😭😭 I think you’ve finally broken my heart, Athina!! Damn you!

But this was truly beautiful. I could picture every bit of it just like I was watching it unfold on screen. I especially loved the description of her warmth being like whiskey. You just continue to amaze me!!

Something Borrowed - Chapter IV

Title: Something Borrowed: 2011 (Chapter ΙV)

Chapter Overview: Dean finally reunites with the reader after a long year they’ve spent apart. However, things do not go as planned. Again.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, OC 

Word count: 1471

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. And, yes, you’re going to hate me…

Author’s Notes:Big things are happening. Once again, thank you so much for reading, guys, your love means the world to me.

Beta’d by my wonderful sunflower @trexrambling, who also created this beautiful aesthetic. She truly is the best.

PS. This is my submission for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing British Song Challenge. My prompt is Kodaline’s High Hopes. Catch up here.

Enjoy <3

Friday, 1 July, 2011

Ithaca, New York

Dean can’t believe he’s about to see her again.

He’s thought about it, of course, has spent hours of his life imagining every single possible outcome of this day, wasted weeks doing nothing but recalling the sound of her voice, the excitement strapped into it as she told him she was done, told him she was coming home to him.  

And yet, now that he’s standing in the middle of the airport, surrounded by walls of gray concrete and weathered plasma screens, it hits him all over again, like an all too familiar song that’s never quite made sense until now.

She’s coming home.

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[chimmysoftpaws]

Some People Are Worth Bleeding For.

Summary: I don’t even know.

Characters: Dean X OC (no name)

Word count: 861 (it’s so short) 🙈

Warnings: Sappiness

A/N: this is the first time I’m doing one of these so that’s why it’s so short. Bear with my terribleness. This is my submission for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s 9.5k British Song Challenge. My song was Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. Congratulations on you achievement Kari. Hope you continue to do your amazing work.

He sat there... a bottle of whisky in one hand and his forehead in the other. He didn’t remember much... but at same time he remembered everything. He remembered all the pain he caused, all the blood, the screams, the tears.

It was too much for him.

He had no one to turn to. The guilt was eating him. He wishes to speak, to pour out his pain, but how could he? How could he show his face after what he did? He had to think about what was more important; his dignity or his relief.

He’d grab a drink at the bar every night. The bartender stopped asking him what he would want, it became routine. He’d drown his sorrows in the bitter liquid, hoping, praying for a small glimmer of sunshine, of hope.

And there I stood, one day, watching him. Lip between my teeth, eyes full of concern for my hunter. I’d watch as he’d sit alone and tried to find the courage to walk up to him and say “it’s ok Dean. I’m here for you...”

But how could I. I weren’t allowed near him. Ever since he became a demon, he’d done awful things. I helped Sam catch him, I sat there as he taunted me, mocked me. He loved it. He enjoyed every minute of it. But what hurt me the most was the pained look on his face as he was forced to turn back.

People thought I was mental. A hunter in love with a Winchester. A man who’s best friend was death. A man that had more red in his ledger than the devil. A man whom saw himself as worthless. A man whom you wished you could love and prove that he is everything but worthless. He is the saviour of this world, without him we would cease to exist.

Dean Winchester left nothing but scars on whomever he touched, some deeper and more fatal than others. People distanced themselves to protect their own lives instead of staying and helping the little wayward boy who begged to be cleansed for the evil he had been cursed with. He begged for love and comfort. He begged for happiness and laughter. All expendable things for the average human... but not for the average hunter.

Dean’s hurt me. He’s burned me, he’s bruised me. But I keep coming back for more. You wanna know why? Because I know the relief he gets when he lets go, when he breathes again. He starts to feel human.

Weeks have gone by since we last met. Weeks since I felt him. I miss the late nights talks and slight tears. It’s what made us feels normal. It ensured us it was ok to feel. It was ok to break.

Nowadays all I hear is The Winchester Brothers and horrid events in one sentence. Some too far fetched to believe. But knowing those two, it didn’t seem so unbelievable. I hear them working with demons, with the devil and many other stupid things yet, so... Winchester-like.

I try to ignore the voices that warn me to stay clear but they know nothing. They’ve never been with the boys. They haven’t seen what they’ve seen. They’ve never survived what they’ve survived. They aren’t blessed with an eternal curse.

And everyday I try. I try to walk up to him, to talk. Just say some simple words like: “hi... I miss you... I love you.”

But I’m afraid that things will never be the same. I’m afraid he’ll push me away, out fear of hurting me. I just want to run up and kiss him silly. I want to tell him it’s ok. Tell him I need him. He’s my only reason to live. I know it’s sappy but for Dean I’ll be the sappiest girl ever.

And then God blessed me with a miracle — if that was even possible. He sent me to my saviour. To my life. I remember waking up with a mission. Find him, and tell him I’m ok. Tell him you love him. So I ran. I ran all the way to the bunker. I burst through the doors, setting off the alarms. The boys stood up abruptly and pointed their guns at me but I didn’t care. I ran into his arms, knowing he knew it was me.

He dropped the gun out of shock. He stopped breathing. I let go and looked into his green eyes. I smiled. The first smile in weeks. I watched his eyes water as pulled me back in. He hugged me, suffocating me but that was ok. Nothing mattered now. Only him

He knew what it meant. He knew it meant I was ok. Ok with the scars, with the tears, with the bruises. I was ok with it all. I didn’t care who said what all I knew is that Dean Winchester was my reason to live, my reason to fight. And that hope within me is what he needs to carry on.

We’ll bleed for our love in hopes of finding relief, together.

“Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love”

[impalaimagining]

Oh, Simple Thing

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,215

Warnings: Season 13 final spoilers, angst

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s British Song Challenge and @spnfluffbingo. My song was Somewhere Only We Know by Keane.

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Beta: @sixtysevenandwhiskey

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“Dude. We’ve stopped at this damn P.O. box more within the past two weeks than we have for the last year. What’s goin’ on with you? You waiting for a new credit card or something?” Sam chuckled and rolled his eyes as Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the Sioux Falls post office. “Seriously, dude. What is going on?”

“Nothing, Sammy. Just drop it, okay?” Dean hurried to leave the car and slam the door, leaving Sam there to scroll through his phone to find a case.

Dean’s fingers fumbled around his keyring and stuffed the key into the lock of his box. He found a plain white envelope with his name scrawled across it in handwriting he’d recognize anywhere. Dean tossed the rest of the mail back into the box and tore the envelope open.

D,

I had the dream again last night. We were sitting by the river. There was nothing around us - no people, no distractions, barely even a sound. It was just us. I want to meet you, Dean. I’m driving to Sioux Falls in a few days. It’s not far. Call this number around dinner time on March 26. I’ll see you soon.

xx Me

“Sammy!” Dean bolted out of the building and threw the car into reverse, squealing the tires as he left parking lot in a cloud of dust.

“So, who is this again?” Sam furrowed his brows and shook his head. “How did you meet... Y/N, right?”

“Yeah, it’s Y/N. We met - we met online, okay? But we agreed not to do that whole weird texting thing. We wanted it to be more... old fashioned.” Dean offered with a shrug. “And now - now she wants to meet me and yeah we’ve been talking for the past few weeks, but I’ve never even heard her voice, Sam. She’s coming here, to Sioux Falls.”

“She doesn’t know, does she? About what we do - who we are?” Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, Sam. I’m not going to tell some poor innocent stranger that I kill monsters.” Dean scoffed at the notion. “Shit. What time is it?”

“Almost seven, why?” Sam checked his watch.

“I’m supposed to call her ‘around dinner time’.” Dean tapped his fingers against his thigh nervously.

“Dude, relax. What happened to you being such a ladies man?” Sam teased.

Dean pursed his lips and rolled his eyes at his brother. “Just because I’ve had more luck than you does not make me a ladies man.”

“Alright, alright.” Sam raised his hands. “Call her. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sam shrugged.

“You’re kidding, right?” Dean looked at Sam incredulously. “What’s the worst that could happen? Coming from you of all people, Sam?”

“Yeah,” Sam laughed humorlessly, “okay, fair. But seriously, you could use a pick-me-up, and I’ve never seen you so nervous in my whole life. Just call her. Or I will.” Sam reached for his phone and Dean shot across the table, grabbing the phone.

“I got it!” Dean unlocked it and typed in the number from your most recent letter. It rang twice and the air left Dean’s lungs.

“Hello?”

It took longer than you’d have liked for Dean to become comfortable with you, but once he did, the two of you fell into a pattern that seemed beyond normal. For Dean, it was weird. He never felt like he deserved what you gave him - happiness, compassion, love.

“I have a surprise for you.” Dean offered you his hand and led you out to the Impala. He opened the door for you and waited until you were settled onto the bench seat before closing it and sinking into the driver’s seat. Dean’s palm fell to your knee and squeezed lightly as he drove with his left hand.

You were only on the road for somewhere around half an hour before Dean pulled over and got out. He strode to your side and helped you out of the car. It was the middle of nowhere, and if you’d been with anyone other than Dean, you would’ve had 9-1-1 already dialed on your phone. 

Dean showed you a little path, worn down only by boots - Dean’s boots, you realized. He told you while you walked, he’d been there a few times, trying to make sure it was perfect for you when he decided it was finally time to bring you.

The woods broke and you ended up in a clearing. 

“Oh... Dean.” Your breath left you in a sigh of disbelief and content. “This is - this is it. This is perfect.” He smiled proudly. “It’s... just like the dream.”

There was a tree laying beside the water, fallen and crooked like it was meant to be a seat. Dean helped you climb over it and you sat down, waiting for him. When Dean sat beside you, he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side.

“You like it?” He squeezed the ball of your shoulder and you nodded. “Good. I was worried it wouldn’t be right.”

“It’s perfect, Dean.” You assured him, glancing up into his eyes.

“I want it to be our spot, is that okay? If no one else knows about it?” He bit his bottom lip.

“Yes.” You reached over and took his free hand. “Yes, absolutely. I’d love that, Dean.”

Nine years after you met Dean, his world had gone to hell - almost literally. You and Dean had been through everything, or almost everything, but this beat it all. Sam was gone, disappeared into thin air with Lucifer and Jack. Dean crumbled. The day after Sam left, after a night of hardly a blink of Dean’s eyes closing, he insisted you take a ride with him.

“Dean, we haven’t been here in years.” You laughed nervously. “What are we doing?”

Dean didn’t answer you. He couldn’t bring himself to speak. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and shook his head, leading you deeper into the woods before you got to the clearing by the river. 

“Dean.” You stopped him from walking any farther once you’d gotten away from the tree line. “Dean, stop. You’re scaring me. Tell me what’s going on, right now.”

“I’m sorry.” Dean looked down and licked his lips. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have a choice, Y/N. I have to do this.”

“Do what, Dean?” Your heart hammered in your chest. Dean had to do a lot of things throughout the years, but he’d never acted like this before. You stepped closer to him and held his hand while your free hand laid on his cheek gently. “You don’t have to do anything. You - you can’t do anything. What’s done is done, Dean.”

“No.” Dean shook his head adamantly. “I can’t live with that. I know what I have to do to make this right.”

Your hand fell from Dean’s cheek to the side of his neck and your eyes met. You held his gaze for a few seconds before trying again to convince him. “Dean there’s nothing-”

He wasn’t having it. Dean kissed you harshly, deeply, and you felt his tears on your face. He pulled away and ran his thumb over your cheek softly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I have to say yes.”

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[danijimenezv]

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[sweetness47]

Letting Go

Pairing Chris Evans x reader

This is for @thing-you-do-with-the-thing #Kari’s 9.5k british song challenge

Candle in the Wind by Sir Elton John

Warnings: fluff, maybe some language, remembering loss of parent, sadness PG

Summary: Exactly one year after the passing of your mother, your friends have planned to take you out for Karaoke night at the local tavern, just because they know you will sit at home alone and mourn. Your mom was a special lady, fun to be around, loving, kind, and full of life. She made friends easily, even all your friends loved her. One of your mom’s favorite things to do was karaoke. So now your best friend is dragging you out to sing in her honour. Are you up for the challenge?

“C’mon Y/N, you need to get out tonight. Otherwise all your gonna do is sit around and mope all evening. If you seriously don’t move your ass off that couch and get dressed, I’m gonna get YFN1, and YFN2 and we will drag your carcass out that door in your PJ’s.” YBFFN said, standing in front of the television, waiting for your response.

You knew she wouldn’t back down, but you really didn’t feel like going out. You mom had passed away one year ago today, and the world had lost a special woman. There was a small nagging voice that knew your mom wouldn’t want you to be sad. She would want you to go out, party, have fun doing all the things she liked to do, especially karaoke. YBFFN was right. Sighing, you stood up and turned off the TV, and went to your bedroom, returning a few minutes later wearing your favorite jeans and a white Tank top. You slipped on your cowboy boots and hat, and grabbed your purse.

Your Bff yelped and squealed with delight, practically dragging you out the door, barely giving you time to lock it. Then you got in the car and YFN1 peeled tires on the pavement, as if the tavern would disappear if you weren’t there in three seconds. Parking close to the door, the three of them walked with you into the Grillin’ Singin’ Eatin’ Fun Factory. It had been your mom’s favorite hang out, and it was yours as well, but you hadn’t come here since she passed.

Mac, the owner, saw you walk in, and came over to properly greet you, enveloping you in a big fatherly bear hug. He was like the dad you’d never had, always there to talk to, always there to listen, and one of your mom’s best friends from childhood. “Well, well, look at what the cat dragged in!” he said affectionately. You smiled and kissed his cheek as he hugged you again. “Been a long time Y/N. Was beginning to think you’d forgotten me.”

You feigned shock. “What? Me? Forget You? You’d never let me Uncle Mac. I know who has been sending me notes and cards, and flowers, and meals.” You hugged him back. “Thank you.” You whispered in his ear, a tear escaping down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away before anyone saw.

Mac noticed anyways and whispered back. “You’re welcome sweetie. Anytime. Your mom was an amazing person, just like you. Do her proud tonight!”

You smiled and followed your friends inside, picking a spot near the machine to see what songs were up for grabs tonight. You promised to sing a song, but only if your friends all went first. They saw this as a challenge, and set to work, each going up between rounds and belting out a tune. Before long, the crowd had clapped and cheered for renditions of ‘Under the Boardwalk’, ‘Like a Virgin’, and of course, Ybff’s favorite song, ‘Havana’. Some other patrons had done some as well, but now your friends were dragging you off your chair. It was your turn. Great. Hopefully the box would pick something easy.

Of course it didn’t, and you stared at the song displaying on the screen. Your friends saw it too, and watched you hesitantly as you thought it over. ‘Candle in the Wind’ had been your mother’s favorite song, and she had always sang it well. You didn’t know if you were ready for this. You hadn’t heard the song since you lost her. Once again your composure was threatened, and a tear fell. YFN2 got up and stood beside you, and then motioned for YFN1 and YBFFN to come up as well.

“We will stand here with you Y/N. We won’t do any singing if you don’t want us to. We are here for emotional support. You got this.” YFN2 said quietly to you. She gave your hand a squeeze and with a forced smile you turned to face the audience.

“Hi everyone. My name is Y/N. I will be singing ‘Candle in the Wind’, but I might break into tears, so just warning you all before I start.”

With that, the music began and you cleared your throat.

Goodbye Norma Jean

Though I never knew you at all

You had the grace to hold yourself

While those around you crawled

They crawled out of the woodwork

And they whispered into your brain

They set you on the treadmill

And they made you change your name

 And it seems to me you lived your life

Like a candle in the wind

Never knowing who to cling to

When the rain set in

And I would have liked to have known you

But I was just a kid

Your candle burned out long before

Your legend never did

 You choked as your emotions took over, and you ran off the stage, teardrops pouring down your face. As you ran out the back door, needing a few minutes to compose yourself, you heard the door open behind you. Thinking it was one of your friends, you politely asked them to leave.

 A strong, gentle male voice answered. “I’ll leave if you want, but I came to tell you that you have an amazing voice. You did that song justice.” Shocked, you turned around and looked into the face of Chris Evans, the famous actor/movie star. At a loss for words, you shrugged at his compliment.

“Thanks. I didn’t finish it though. I couldn’t…” you felt a fresh set of emotions welling up and turned away, only for strong hands to turn you back to face him.

“You look like someone I met once. Her name actually was Norma Jean. She was ill, and needed a cane near the end, but she was something else. She loved that song. I used to come here every Saturday I could, hoping she’d be here to sing at least one song. Her voice reminds me of yours, passionate and full of life.” He said.

You could hardly believe your ears. “You met my mom?” You shook your head in disbelief. “She mentioned meeting Chris Evans once, teasing me relentlessly, because she knew I was a huge fan.” You paused, cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson. “Uh, I mean…” your voice trailed off, embarrassed at the revelation.

Chris took your hand in his. “I’m not mad or offended, if that’s what you’re concerned about. Actually, I’m flattered, and quite frankly, honored to meet Norma’s daughter. She spoke very highly of you.” Chris cupped your chin and brung your eyes to meet his. He placed a small, but soft kiss on your lips. “I would love it if you finished that song Y/N. And I would be honored if you allow me to sing it with you.” He brought your hand to his lips, brushing the back of the hand ever so slightly. “I would also love to buy you dinner after the song. I want to celebrate your mom’s life with you.”

You nodded, and hand in hand, you and Chris walked back into the tavern. He got up on stage with you and your friends watched in awe as he took a mic and began to sing with you. His voice was like sweet honey, and it blended so well with yours. The entire crowd provided a standing ovation upon the end of the melody. Then Chris took you out to dinner. It was a new beginning, new chapter, maybe even the key to finally helping you move past her death. For the first time in a long time, you smiled because you were happy.

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[danijimenezv]

When We Were Young

Prompt/Summary: Based on “When We Were Young”, by Adele

Pairings: Jensen x female!reader  (Danneel is not in the picture in this one. I have nothing against her, I actually love her, but for the sake of the story, let’s just pretend she lives happily with someone else.)

Warnings: some angst, a bit of an age gap

Word Count: 1576

A/N: It’s still June 1st where I am, so this for Kari’s British Song Challenge ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ). It’s also my first time writing Jensen. I’m sorry this was a bit short, but I was having a bit of a block. Feedback is much appreciated, I’d love to hear what you think!

Jensen was having a blast that weekend, right beside the guys that had become like his family. After the Supernatural panel had ended, he, Jared and Misha went to walk around and explore everything else Comic Con had to offer. The afternoon had been filled with jokes and laughs, and the occasional excited shouts at something they had seen. That was all before he had seen her.

The whole world seemed to stop spinning, around him everyone and everything became a blur, as his eyes focused on the woman a few feet away from him. Just watching her standing there, laughing at something someone else told her, he was catapulted more than a decade back, to the last time they were together. Fans surrounded her and took pictures with her, the flash of the cameras lighting her face and making her eyes look brighter.

Y/N turned her head to one side, immediately meeting the actor’s gaze. Her smile faded from her face, a shocked expression taking its place instead as she recognized him. He looked just as she remembered him, maybe even better. She said a quick “Excuse me.” to her co-star and fans, and walked towards Jensen, who at the same time waltzed gracefully to meet her in the middle.

“Hey, Jensen.” she greeted softly when she stood just before him.

“Y/N.” he breathed out, completely awestruck, and she took in a sharp intake of breath at hearing the familiar, deep voice, “H-hi. Been a while, huh?”

“Yeah.” she chuckled under her breath, “It’s… It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too.” Jensen offered, “You look g-great!”

“So do you!” People started calling both of their names for them to return to their respective activities, making both of them sigh in defeat, “I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Sure.”

She was the first one to tear her eyes away from him, taking a few steps further away, before he stopped her once again, “Y/N, wait.”

“Yes?”

“Would you...” Jensen gulped nervously, “Would you like to grab dinner with me later? When we’re both finished, I mean. If you have some time for yourself. You know, before we leave-”

“Sure.” she nodded, putting a stop to his rambling, “I’d love to.”

“Great.”

“I’ll see you tonight, Jensen.”

Both of them continued their way, internally screaming like little school girls. Y/N felt her whole body bouncing with excitement throughout the whole day. Her stomach was filled with butterflies, and her mind raced with all the possibilities the evening could bring. Even though it had been years since they had seen each other last, the feelings she had tried hard to bury hadn’t disappeared at all.

Jensen and Y/N had been together for years, going from being together while in school to small actors in random projects. They had even been engaged at one point, though they eventually decided to end their relationship like adults, when Jensen had the opportunity to be in a new show called Supernatural and she had a movie deal in Europe. As both of them had to move away, him to Vancouver and her to Paris, they decided to breakup, not to jeopardize each other’s careers. It hadn’t been a bad ending, but it certainly had involved lots of tears and hugs, each holding on for as long as they could, until they had to part ways.

As the evening progressed, Jensen found himself more and more nervous. Sure, he knew Y/N better than he knew himself. Well, he had known Y/N better than he knew himself. It was unclear how much both of them had changed in their time apart, but hope still bloomed in his chest. He hoped she was the same Y/N that had been his love, the same Y/N he had made the mistake of letting go without fighting further for her. For him, it was as if he was given a second chance. For years, he had been too scared to reach out to her again, even when he discovered she had come back from France. After the breakup, Jensen couldn’t bear to see her again, and he didn’t want to face the possibility of rejection, so he had stayed away. His fears had made him stay away. Though, now that they had run into each other at Comic Con, he had to at least try.

Hours later, after they had met up, he had decided to take her to an Italian restaurant close by the hotel they were both staying. Small conversation flowed between them while they waited for their orders to be ready, and Y/N hadn’t had felt more at home than in that moment with Jensen, even if they were in a public space surrounded by strangers.

“That’s exactly what you ordered on our first date.” Jensen commented, trying to be casual, as the waiter placed the dish in front of her.

“You remember that?” she almost gasped out loud, but she controlled herself.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Jay, we were in high school.” Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, “It’s been years.”

“You don’t remember?” he frowned slightly.

“I didn’t say that.” she denied, waving around, “This whole place. The food. You. It reminds me of when we were young.”

“It’s really been a while.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Y/N scoffed, a nostalgic expression settling on her delicate features, and Jensen cleared his throat, bringing her out of her thoughts, “So… is there any special lady in your life that I should worry about?”

“No, not really. What about you?” Jensen cocked his head to one side in curiosity.

“No.” Y/N was quick to answer, “You kinda ruined men for me.”

“Well, you did the same for me.”

Y/N studied the man across the table from her, trying to memorize each and every detail as they fell silent. The light freckles across his face, the way his green eyes glinted and seemed to change colors with the light or with his mood, the way his well-defined jaw clenched in the slightest even as he talked, the way he squinted his eyes and scrunched his sharp nose when he laughed; Y/N had missed it all, and she wanted to remember him exactly like that in case she didn’t see him again.

“In all these years...” Jensen started after some time in silence, “...I’ve had one regret.”

“Jensen, please, no.”

“We didn’t have to end things.” he stated, “When you left-”

“Please, don’t say it like that.” she begged, “We had to, for our careers.”

“No, we didn’t. I should’ve fought harder for you.”

“Jay, we were too young.” Y/N insisted, “You were 27, and I was 21, and we were engaged at that age. I loved you, I really did, but we had to let go of each other.”

“We could’ve made it.” Jensen stated, “Despite the distance. We would’ve made it.”

“Yeah, probably. But we probably weren’t even prepared for that, and we had to live a bit first before jumping into something as huge as marriage.”

“I didn’t have to be apart from you to learn to live a little.”

“And what if we hadn’t make it?” she said sternly, “What if the distance killed it for us, and we ended in bad terms? What if it worked out momentarily, but then we divorced? Do you think I would’ve wanted to divorce you? Maybe it was better that way, each on their own.”

“Maybe. But those are a lot of what if’s, if you ask me.”

“What was the point of all this?” Y/N dropped her fork, tears blurring her sight, “Reminisce the past? Okay, yeah, it was good while it lasted and it was bittersweet, and I know there’s no harm in looking back, but-”

“You don’t see it, do you?” Jensen sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I never let it go, Y/N. I always hold on to you, hoping that one day we could go back to how we were. I still care, I still want this. And I won’t let you go that easily. I’m not making that mistake again.”

“God, Jensen...” she took a deep breath, “What if I’m not the girl you think I am anymore? I can’t take anymore heartbreak from you, not after our breakup.”

“Neither can I.” Jensen’s voice was firm, but full of emotion, “But I can’t lose you again. I know you’re scared. I’m just as scared as you, sweetheart, but I’m more scared of losing you for good, and I don’t want to live the years to come wondering what could’ve happened if we had gone for it, like the last time. I’m not just trying to make amends with our past, I want to try to make this work.”

Y/N’s eyes were glossy and her throat felt dry as Jensen finished his short speech, though she couldn’t hide her awe. His green eyes scanned her face, anxiously waiting for her to say something, anything. A breath-taking grin broke out on her face suddenly, and she wiped the couple of tears that had escaped from the corners of her eyes.

“I want that too.” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper, but Jensen still led out a chuckle of relief as he took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together, “All of that.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Jensen replied, feeling absolutely exhilarated, “Let’s get this started again, shall we, Miss Y/L/N?”

“We shall, Mr. Ackles.”

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[masksandtruths]

Ahhhh😢😭 why do you always break me like this?! Thanks for taking my heart and stomping the hell out of it. If Dean would just step up and say what HE wants for once...but nooooo he’s gotta be all sweet and sacrificing and put others first...and then, of course, have a blow up because that’s just how he rolls...but I’m okay. Yep. I’m fine.

Something Borrowed - Chapter VI

Title: Something Borrowed: 2014 (Chapter VI)

Chapter Overview: Dean discovers a secret the reader kept from him. Needless to say, he is not happy about it.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Frank Weber (OMC, briefly mentioned)

Word count: 1019

Warnings: Some language, some angst and a whole lot of hate for me (I presume). May the odds always be in my favor I guess…

Author’s Notes: A huge thank you to my beautiful sunflower @trexrambling for being my beta. God knows I don’t know what I’d do without her. 

Also, thank you, guys, for reading and loving this series as much as I do. You’re the best. Catch up here.

Enjoy <3

Friday, 19 December, 2014

Ithaca, New York

Dean knows they’re drifting apart.

He can see it, crystal clear, in all the little things that used to be different between them, in the phone calls that don’t last nearly as much as they used to, the conversations interrupted by Frank’s rough voice, the way his name falls from her lips like he’s everything she’s ever wanted in life.

Yes. Dean knows they’re drifting apart.

But when she tells him she submitted his old Fire Academy application for him –the one he’s got buried in the bottom of his drawer, the one no one knows about but her– he realizes she’s just burned down the last bridge between them, that things can never go back to the way they used to be, and it hurts him, drains all the blood from his body and leaves him cold, weightless.

He blinks, tries to focus on her, on the facial features he used to not be able to take his eyes off of.

It’s impossible.

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