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jawritter · 4 years ago

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His Old Ghost

Created For: @spndarkbingo

Summary: Some things from the past just never really want to let go, do they?

Square Field: Mobster AU

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x John Winchester

Word Count: 1672

Warnings: Heavy Trigger warning!! Suicidal!Dean, heavy suicidal ideals and implications as well as prompts, control, manipulation, talk of death past and present, depression, language, angst, I think that’s it. Sorry if I missed something.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons! <3

A/N: As always please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! This is the last fic for this Bingo! Hope you all enjoy!

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The deep amber brown liquid swirled easily around the tumblr that Dean held tightly in his grip. His gaze was fixed on large rain drops falling against the window that was behind his desk, blurring the lights of the city that seemed to sit miles below his penthouse office on the 51st floor.

Below him were thousands of people, young and old, going about their daily lives, only worried about their own little bubble of problems. Most of them were unable to even see past the cell phone that seemed to captivate their attention as they moved about amongst each other.

With a disgusted snarl on his lips, Dean lifted the tumbler, and downed it in one pull. The burn of the alcohol has stopped affecting him a long time ago. Now it was the only warmth he felt..

“Those people, they’re ungrateful for what we do son,” John’s voice sounded from somewhere in the back corner of the room.

Dean had known he was standing there watching him. When you have lived many years with people trying to kill you, tend to heighten your senses in a way you couldn’t turn off.

“Get out of my head old man,” Dean’s voice drew out unamused. “I couldn’t give a fuck what they want or don’t want, see or don’t see. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Dean could hear John moving closer to the desk, and the wood creaking attop it, as the smell of cigar that seemed to constantly linger around his father, misted with just a hint of some expensive Italian cologne and whiskey let Dean know he’d perched himself on the corner of the desk.

“If it weren’t for us, half of this city would be in ruin. Their businesses would be shut down, their schools and churches would be sitting empty, and they wouldn't even have a roof over most of their heads. Still, look at them down there, walking around without a care in the world, and you’re telling me that doesn’t bother you? Not in the least?”

In truth, it didn’t bother him. He wasn’t mad that most of them were ungrateful, and lived in blissful ignorance.In fact, he envied them. He wished he could walk around in the same happy little bubble they walked and lived in everyday, not knowing what really went on behind closed doors, or the sacrifices other people made at their expense. “It’s just good business,” or so his father always said. Dean was starting to beg to differ.

He hadn’t known when he’d take over his father’s ‘family business’ it would come with so much pain, and heartache or so much death. Now here he was, The Godfather, as it were, but it wasn’t anything like it was in the movies. No, it was darker, and colder, and lonely as the grave he’d seem to keep lowering his friends into.

He thought he could have it all when he was younger. He thought that he could have it all, ruling the city on his throne of control as the people moved about like his little pawns in a game of chess only he could master. He was wrong. So very fucking wrong, and now? Well, now he was just left with the ghost of the past.

“It doesn’t bother me,” Dean said with a slight shrug of his broad shoulders. John’s dark chuckle sounded from behind him as he got up and moved closer to the window, putting a hand on the cold glass as he watched the rain slip down the pane, determined to ignore the old demon that seemed to come and visit him after every failed job.

“Sure is a long way down isn’t?” John’s voice said from directly next to him now, as if he was looking down at the city below him just as Dean was now. “You know, it wouldn’t be hard right? The fall? In fact, it would almost be peaceful. Hell, they say by the time you hit the ground from this height your heart’s already stopped anyway, and you're dead before you even hit the ground. It’s as easy as falling asleep.”

Dean’s jaw clenched as he closed his eyes and fought against the thoughts that were clouding his judgement. “Fuck off,” he growled, but John just laughed in earnest, sending a familiar shiver down Dean’s spine.

“Come Dean, what do you really have to live for anyway?” John taunted, walking around him like a lion stalking down his prey, getting ready to land the deadly pounce that would ultimately destroy the poor, worthless beast that was weaker than he.

“She will never love you Dean, you know that right? First time shit goes sideways, she’s gonna do the same as every other bitch you have ever used to get your dick wet. She’s just there for the money you hand her, and you know it.”

John’s hot breath blew against the back of his neck as the next passing words were made in a whisper against his sweat damp skin.

“But, you had to fuck around and get feelings, didn’t you boy?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Dean roared, but it only seemed to edge on his torturer even more.

“No! Feelings make you weak, make you vulnerable!” John’s voice sounded louder than his own, and Dean flinched as if he’d raised his hand and struck him.

“I shouldn’t be surprised, you always were too weak. You and your feelings were the reason I’m dead today Dean. Sam would have made a better leader. He was smarter, stronger. You were never even able to protect him.That’s why you let him go off to Stanford, isn’t it Dean, because he’d be safer out of the life.”

Dean’s fist pounded against the glass in a hollow thud, and he gritted his teeth almost painfully, “Sammy deserved better than this. He deserved to get out.”

“Is that what Benny deserved today Dean? Was that round through the heart his way of ‘getting out of the life’.He’s in the ground right now because you sent him on that delivery Dean, he’s dead because of you.”

“I said, fuck off!” Dean growled, but to no avail.

“Do Y/N a favor. Open the drawer where you keep that 45, and end it. A simple shot to the temple and it’s done. She’ll be free of the coward that she’s tided too.”

Dean’s eyes shot to the small drawer at the bottom of his desk, and his pulse quickened.

“That’s it son, do it, end it.” John's voice growled deep in his ear, as one large tear rolled down Dean’s face.

His legs felt weak. His breath was coming in short spurts as a grip tightened around his pounding heart, like a vise in his chest. John’s voice repeated, growing in his ear to “end it, do it now.” the same tone he’d used his whole life to order him around, and Dean had never been able to disobey an order.

Maybe his dad’s ghost was right, and was weak. Maybe you would be better if he just ended it, took the cowards way out of this shit show, and let you move on. He’d make sure to leave you enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life.You’d be better off if he were dead.

Before he could even move from his spot against the window, two hands, much smaller than the ones that felt as if they were gripping his throat, slipped around his chest, and your scent seemed to push through the fog of self hate and regret that was weighing on him from years past.

“Dean, baby breath, it’s okay,” your voice soothed over him, and he turned to lean into your embrace, thankful that you had come in just in time to once again chase the old ghost away.

“I know, it’s just one of those nights,” Dean murmured into your hair, letting the scent of his favorite shampoo that you always used calm his racing pulse.

“It wasn’t your fault baby. I can see you literally blaming yourself. Benny knew the risk of what he was going to do, he knew that it could go the way it went. You couldn’t have stopped it if you wanted to,” you try to sooth him.

Dean’s eyes flickered to the corner of the room, where a pair of glowing yellow eyes shone like cat eyes in a dark alley, and his father’s face disappeared into the darkness. He was never gone forever. He was always there, always lurking, always haunting, taunting him.

“Come on handsome, let’s get some sleep,” you tell him, grabbing his hand, and leading him from the dark, cold office to the master bedroom were you could keep an eye on him, keep him close to you, and help fight off the old ghost of his past that never seemed to want to let go.

Tonight he’d win against them again, but there would always be a battle, always a struggle with demons that had their hooks in him so deep, that one day they’d drive them to his grave. Tonight though, he’d hide in the safety of your arms, and your warm embrace to get up and do it all over again tomorrow. Until one day, by an enemy or by his own hand, he’d be lowered into the ground, and with a hero’s funeral to cover up a black soul that had more blood on his hands than the devil himself.

As long as he had you, and as long as you were here, he could find his resting place here. This was as close to heaven as he’d ever get, and when he’d died, and they covered him in gold, he’d be able to say he had you, for just a little while. For just a little while, he got to see heaven, and it was all because of you. His hiding place. His sanctuary. A place where his ghost couldn’t find him.

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 4 years ago

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Not supposed to [Dean Winchester x Reader] - Challenge (18+) [Completed]

Summary: Dean is the head of mafia and you are a personal investigator following him to find information on him for a client. That is until you decide to act in a way you were no supposed to.

Status: Completed Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Reader Word count: 13.2k Rating: 18+ Warnings: Smut, kidnapping, blood, shooting, swearing, mention of murder Beta: @dreamer821 thank you :)

Challenge: [x] [x] I wrote this mini series for @deanmonandnegansbitch ‘s challenge. It was supposed to be a one shot of some kind, but there will be 4 parts to it after all, because I kind of ran away with the story line.

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Chapter 1 - Not Supposed to pt. 1|4

Chapter 2 - Not Supposed to pt. 2|4 (14+)

Chapter 3 - Not Supposed to pt. 3|4 (18+)

Chapter 4 - Not Supposed to pt. 4|4 (16+) [End]

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itsthestutterforme · 4 years ago

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Forgotten 1/2 (Supernatural)

Summary: Y/N commits suicide and the Winchester tried to cope with her death. Jack refuses to believe it so he brings her back to life. He thought things were fine until he realized Y/N didn't have any memories of them.

Warnings: mentions of depression and suicide. Make sure you check in on your friends and family. You don't know what they're going through and staying quiet about it.

Characters: Jack x reader, Sam x reader, Dean x reader, Castiel x reader, Henry Cavill as Ruben

The bunker sounded quiet and lifeless without Y/N there. The past few months, she's been going through a rough patch with her. One day, the Winchesters came back from a week long hunt to find her in the bathtub with her wrists slit.

Dean pulled out her of the tub and wrapped her in a bed sheet because he knew that Sam couldn't see Y/N like that. He also know that Sam didn't have the heart to bury her, but the image of her pale, lifeless corpse was forever seared in their brains.

This happened a few weeks after Jack killed Mary and they are barely holding themselves together. Y/N was like a big sister to Jack, and when Castiel told him what happened to her he was heartbroken. He snuck into the bunker before they burned her body and transported her to a random warehouse.

He hovered his hands over her and snapped his eyes shut to concentrate all of his power to bring Y/N back to life. After a few minutes, your body jolts up and you gasp for air. "Y/N?" Jack says excitedly.

Your Y/E/C scanned the room of broken windows and brick walls starting to detierate. Your eyebroes furrow when you see a young boy staring at you happily.

"I'm sorry but.. who are you?" You asks. His smile falls and his eyes saddened. "What? You dont know who I am?" You shake your head and add, "No idea." "I need to call Castiel," he says slowly. His jaw clenched as he eyes focused on a random spot on the bed. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and dials a number.

"Please stay here," "Who's Castiel?" You ask. "Someone you care about you. Just please stay here until we figure this out," he says, clearing in distress. "Okay." He walks towards the doorway but doesn't leave the room. "Cas, something went wrong." "Jack, what did you do?" A man with a low, scratchy voice says.

"Y/N is alive. I brought her back to life before they could burn her body," Jack explains. Burn my body? Was I murdered? Is he my killer? You think to yourself. "You what?" "She's awake now but she doesn't know who I am and I don't know what to do." Jack says all in one breathe. "Okay, where are you?"

"I don't know, some warehouse a few miles from the bunker." Jack answers. "I'm on my way, just keep an eye on her." Cas says before hanging up. Jack's gaze fall on you and your heart starts to race.

He makes his way towards you and sits back down on the chair. "Don't be nervous, Y/N. I would never hurt you. You're like a sister to me."

"What happened to me?" "I think Cas is better at explaining that than I am." You cross your legs and push your hair back so it's out of your face. "Can I lay on you?" He asks. "What?"

You barely even know this kid, but honestly, he does look like a kid. A kid that's been through a lot more than he should have, you give in.

You let out a slow sigh before scooting over on the bed. The bed creaks with every movement and you were surprised it didn't collapse under you.

Jack sits down next to you and lays his head where your shoulder and chest meet. A soft sigh leaves his lips and there was a moment of silence before you hear a sniffle.

"You okay?" You say, looking at him. "I really missed you, Y/N. You're really important to me and I'm sorry I could be there for you when you needed me." He croaks. "Jac-" "Jack!" Castiel's voice echoes through the warehouse.

Jack stands up from the bed and says, "In here." Cas follows the voice to the room and stops when he sees your laying there, staring at him.

You stand up from the bed too and Cas rushes over to you. He takes you into his arms and you stand there awkwardly, letting your arms dangle by your side. "She doesn't remember who you are, remember?" Jack says. Cas pulls away, wiping away some of his tears. "Right, I forgot about that. Sorry," Cas says to you.

"That's okay," you say with a soft smile. Cas matches your expression and his eyes fixated on yours, like he was having a conversation in his mind. "Her not remembering us may be for the best, Jack."

Cas looks over his shoulder at Jack. "What? No, I need her. We need her." Jack explains. "This life had already taken enough away from her. She needs her life back."

"You love her. How can you let her go?" "Sometimes, you can love someone so much that you know letting them go is what's best for them," "We just got her back." Jack says, on the verge of tears. My heart sank into your chest.

"Name the place, and we'll take you there with a snap of our fingers." Cas says, returining his gaze back you. You glance over a Jack and say, "A road trip doesn't sound like a bad idea."

"He's just a kid, Castiel. He needs emotional support," you add and a small smile tugged at his lips. "What?" "You're sounding to act a little but like yourself," he explains. You exchange a smile and Jack asks, "What about Sam and Dean?" "I'll handle it," Cas says.

It's been two months since Castiel and Jack dropped you off in Chicago. You had enough common sense to live in a city, and there was something drawing you to Chicago. But you have no idea what it was.

One night you were walking out of the subway to walk a couple blocks from your apartment. You were grabbed and dragged into an alleyway. A hand was pressed to your mouth and you stared into the eyes of a fairly attractive man.

His navy blue eyes search yours and he moved his plump, pink lips to whisper, "Don't say scream or making any noise. You're being followed."

He pulls his hand away and looks over at the sidewalk you were just walking on. His has a well groomed goatee and get black hair that is combed to the side in a thick swoop to the right.

He looked like a classic mobster. He even has the black trench coat and all and you eye him suspiciously. You look to the sidewalk with the shadow of a large figure grows closer.

Your heart is racing but nothing is telling you to run. Everything is telling you to fight. The man was still relatively close to you and not moving. "What are you doing?" He leans in closer and crashes his lips onto yours.

He cups your cheeks and tilts his head to the side to gain more access to your mouth. Your body plattens on the brick wall and footsteps walks passed the alleyway.

The man finally pulls away and you lift your leg to kick him away by the solar plexus. He falls flat on his back and you say, "What the hell was that for?" He up from the ground and said, "You're a tough broad, aren't you?" "Damn straight. You pull anything like that again and I'll do alot more than kick you."

You hear a woman's shrill and the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You rush into the alley way and run towards the sound of her screaming. You slide to a stop to see a man trying to drag a woman I to the alleyway.Your eyes scan around for a weapon and you find an iron poker. Thank God you have your tetanus shot.

You keep a tight grip on the rod and swung the rod at the arm. The man grunts in pain and let's go of the woman. "Run," you command. She looked at me reluctantly. "It's alright." She shakes her head and says, "Girls support girls." She pulls out her pepper spray from her purse and we both turn our attention to the attacker.

He was still cradling his arm and when you take a step towards him. He stumbles backwards and says, "I-I'm not looking for any trouble." "Oh, I thin-"

"You okay, darling?" Your boyfriend, Ruben, asks. He walks up behind me and slides a hand down my arm. "Yeah, just think about how we first met," "Oh you mean when you kicked on my ass like a rag doll?" He teased as he sat down across from me.

"To be fair, you kissed me randomly and I didn't know who you were. And the guy that attacked Y/F/N worked for you."

"Well can you blame me? You're drop dead goregous and I wanted to know what you were made of." "So you tried to attack me?" "You can learn a lot about someone by how they fight. Most girls either run away or fight to run away. You fight to protect others." "And that's when I knew I had to have you." He adds, tapping his thigh for you to sit on.

You stand up and sit down perpendicular to his body. His hand trails down to your lower back and presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss. As the kiss intensifies, his hands fell lower and lower down your leg.

He pulls you so you're straddling his lap. He grips your ass and your roll your hips a little, making him moan. Who knew that you would end up falling for a mobster?

You've grown quite used to be Ruben's right hand woman. He made me in charge of the tactics and strategy because you have strength in planning and preparation. You were in the middle of planning for a drop off and pick up back while Ruben was out conducting business.

You hear a loud struggle and grunts. You look up from your notepad to see some henchmen walking a taller man into the red room. All of them were bloody and disheveled from fighting. "What happened to you guys?" You say as you approach them. "Y/N? You're really alive?" The man asks.

"How do you know me?" You ask. "He doesn't. He's just trying to save his ass because he knows he's going to meet his maker," one of the henchmen says.

The man reaches and touches your face. You gasp in shock of his warm, calloused hands but you only felt it for a second before he is shoved to his knees. One of the henchmen pulled out his gun and cocks it.

"Hey, trigger happy, put the gun down " you command. "Boss says to kill anyone who interferes with our business. We found him tearing one of our warehouses apart."

This man's touch feels familiar and something tells me to let him live. "Let him go," you state. "What?" "Did I stutter? I said let him go." He puts his gun away and you help the man up.

"Look, I don't know you, b--" "Dean. My name is Dean." He interupts. "Dean, you need to leave Chicago and never return." His hazel green eyes scan your face and he nods. You motion to the door and he says, "I'll always love you, Y/N." You two lock eyes for a moment before he walks out of the door.

"Boss will-" "I'll tell him what happened, don't worry about it." "Worry about what?" Ruben says, making the henchmen jump. "Privacy," you tell them and they all walk away. "Worry about what, baby doll?" "One of the warehouses was trashed," you say with a sigh.

You walk into your office and lean against your desk. "Did they find who did it?" "Yes," "Did they toss them in the red room?"

"No," you say. You eyes dart away from his gaze and he asks, "Why not?" "I knew him." "Y/N, you made a vow to not let personal affairs mess with business."

"I know, okay. I'll pay whatever price. I'll pay for the damages out of my own pocket and go to the warehouse to cl-" "You're going nowhere near that warehouse," "Come on, baby, talk to me." He adds, sitting next to you.

"Remember how I said that I had a life before I went to Chicago but I didn't remember it," "Because of your head trauma, yeah." He answers.

"I think he knew me before then. He knew who I was but I had no idea who he was. All I know is that his touch was familiar an-" "Wait, he touched you?" His jaw flexed and he stands up from leaning on the desk.

"Y-yes, but only for a second." "He's a dead man," "Ruben, please," you say, standing between him and the door. He steps so close to you that your chin gently grazes his chest.

He lifts your chin so you are looking straight up at him "You're mine, you know that right?" "Yes," you say softly. "We're going home," "But what about the tactical plan f-"

"You can finish it at home after I edge you for an hour," "Damn it," "Should've thought about that before you let him touch you,"

An unknown number has been calling you the past few days. Ruben always warned you about answering calls from unknown numbers.

Since you were a part of his business now, that put a target on your back. You had to be vigilant and careful with your words. You never know how is watching or listening.

The same number called you for the fifth time today and you slam on the answer button. "Hello?" You answer. "Hey, sweetheart," Dean deep, velvety voice says. "Dean, what are you doing?"

"You're in danger, Y/N. We're coming to get you," "First of all, I'm Nuben's girlfriend. I'm always in danger. Second of all, no you're not because they have a shoot to kill order on you."

"I don't care, Y/N. Lucifer is after you and we're not sure why," "Lucifer does not exist outside of the bible. "You're wrong about that, sweetheart." "Stop calling me sweetheart," "You have to believe us, Y/N. You're life is at stake here. If Lucifer finds you, you and your little boyfriend is a good as dead."

His words echo in your head and your mind started to disassociate. Series of images flood your brain and there was a sharp pain in your head.

You hiss and drop the phone on the floor as you hold the sides of your head. Voices of different people you've never hurt before echoed in your head and images of a man with dirty blonde hair and stained t-shirt and jeans.

His eyes glowed a crimson red and with the snap of his fingers, he could make a person's neck snap of their entire bodies explode. Then some images of you and Dean came into mind.

You were laying next to each other talking about something and he kisses you. Then the images were gone and you looked around frantically. "What the hell was that?" You say to yourself.

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holylulusworld · 7 months ago

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A home, not a house (5)

Summary: You are in trouble and need fast cash. For the longest time you tried to be a good girl, now you need to break the rules all over again.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Thief!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, criminal reader, mafia au, kind of hostage situation, mentions of character’s death, fluff

A/N: A short epilogue to this story.

Catch up here: Our house (4)

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Outside. After weeks of being locked in to keep you safe, Dean finally allowed you to leave the house. It still feels odd to walk next to the dangerous and broody man.

He whistles a song he heard on an old mixtape he played on your way to your destination. Dean nods at a group of men as you nervously tug at the sleeve of your jacket. You’re unsure what will happen today.

Benny said Dean is a nice man, and that he likes you. But his brother seems to dislike you. You don’t know what to think of Dean’s change in behavior.

“Come on, sweetheart. You’ll like my surprise,” Dean suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulders. He leads you toward a large gate as the men follow him and you. They look like an army, except for the fact that all of them are wearing suits.

They open the gate for you and Dean, holding it open for you to enter. The moment you step through the gate you gasp loudly.

“Welcome to the right house, sweetheart,” Dean snickers because the house you wanted to rob lies in ruins. Only ashes and dust are left of the formerly impressive mansion. “I bet you’re happy you tried to rob the wrong house.”

“That’s Dick Roman’s house,” you press your right hand to your mouth. “What happened? Why did it burn down? Why did you bring me here?”

“He got to know about your plans, and that you wanted to rob him. Dick Roman wasn’t the kind of man to forgive you so easily. He’d hurt you, or worse. I had to do something. That I got rid of my archenemy was a bonus.”

“You killed him?” You whisper so no one can hear you. It’s unnecessary, though. The men standing behind you and Dean belong to the mobster. They wouldn’t dare running to the cops to rat Dean Winchester out. “Why?”

“I told you.” He sighs deeply. “Dick Roman wanted you dead. Your nice friend Trenton ran to him to tell that bastard every detail about you, your family, and our relationship.”

“Relationship?” You say more to yourself than Dean. Can you call it that? Dean kept you hostage after you broke into his house. And even though he didn’t hurt you, Dean still scares you to the bones.

“You’re my thief from now on,” he pecks your cheek before walking toward the ruins that used to be Dick Roman’s home. Your heart flutters, but you still don’t know what to think of Dean.

“He did all of this for you, cher,” Benny suddenly stands next to you. He’s damn stealthy if he wants to be. “Dean is not the kind of man talking about his feelings all the time, but you can be sure about one thing. He’d do anything to protect you.”

“Dean didn’t have to burn Roman’s house down for me.” You sniff. “I didn’t ask him to do so. I would never ask someone to hurt people.”

“Cher, you’re living in our world now. The world we are living in is a hard, and dangerous one. If you want to survive you must be even harder, and more dangerous. Most importantly, you must make sure that people fear you and respect you.”

“Benny, he killed a man and burned his house down. What kind of man does something like that?”

“A good man,” Benny shrugs when you look at him, bewildered. “You won’t find a better man, Y/N. Dean may be a hard and dangerous man, but he’s willing to give up everything to save someone he loves. You should be honored that he’s willing to do anything for you too.”

“I think we are done here.” Dean joins you and Benny, he looks at you, one eyebrow cocked. “Why the scared face? Trenton and Roman are gone. No one will hurt you on my watch.” He cups your face with both hands. “No one, sweetheart.”

Back at Dean’s house, you are pacing your room. He killed two men for you and burned down a Roman’s house. Benny told you his boss did all of it to keep you safe. But can you believe him?

“Hey, sweetheart.” Dean walks inside your room. He sighs seeing you pumped up. “I know it was too much to take in. All I wanted was for you to see, that you’re safe now. With Trenton and Roman gone, you can go wherever you want.”

Dean longingly looks at you when you stop pacing. “Wherever I want to go?”

“Yes,” he slowly steps toward you to cup your face. “I had hoped that you want to stay here, with me. I know you do not trust me yet, but maybe, you are willing to give me the chance to prove to you that I can be a good man for you.”

“Dean I—” This time he presses his lips to yours, silencing you for a moment. You close your eyes and softly kiss him back. Tomorrow is another day to think about the future. For tonight, you are willing to think about giving Dean a chance…

The End, for now...

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superfanficnatural · 5 years ago

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The Ultimate Betrayal Teaser

Pairing: AU Mobster!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When a rival mob boss decides to show up in your town to claim their stake, you and your partner, Dean Winchester, band together to claim your territory over your city. When sudden and unexpected motions are set in place, who will be the one that gets betrayed?

A/N: This is the “teaser” for a new mobster AU I’m going to start writing. If anyone would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, 18+ NSFW, Oral Receiving (Male), Choking, Breeding, Rough Sex, Spanking, Dirty Talk, probably some others that I can’t think of.

Word Count: 2,967

Masterpost

“I want that shipment of weapons ready for tomorrow, a new rival gang has claimed territory in my town and I want them dead!” you shouted to your workers.

Everyone was moving around the warehouse, preparing the M4A1’s for the meeting at the docks tomorrow. A new mob boss, going by the name of Dick Roman had decided that he wanted to play with the big boys in the city. That being you and Dean Winchester, the kingpin of the drug trade in Kansas. You were rivals at first, your weapons against his drug business. But eventually, the two of you came to an understanding that the two of your businesses combined would be stronger than they would be at odds.

“Ma’am, we have received word from the Winchester, he would like to set up a meeting tonight,” your right hand man came up to you.

“Sounds good, Benny,” you thanked, a small smile lighting up on your face.

Benny had always been a close friend of yours and probably one of the only people to see your soft side. You didn’t allow anyone else to see that side of you, for weakness meant death in this business.

“I’ve arranged a car for ya cher, we’ll be leaving in an hour,” his southern accent flowing into your ear.

“Benny, I told you not to call me that in front of other people,” you softly scolded.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he returned to his professional demeanor.

You clasped him on the shoulder, “Dark times are ahead, we need to make sure that we are on top of everything so we can be ready for whatever Dick Roman does.”

You walked past him and went into your office, closing the door behind you and sitting on your chair, letting out a sigh. You knew that these next few weeks wouldn’t be easy, between keeping relations with Dean and dealing with Dick Roman, you were going to be busy. Picking up the phone and dialing the number, you put it up to your ear, hearing the ringing of the line before the recipient answered.

“Is there a reason you’re calling me?” a deep timbered voice greeted in your ear.

“What’s up with this meeting you called me for?” you responded, sounding unimpressed.

“Do I need a reason to see my partner?” he drawled.

You could practically see the smirk on his face, “Need I remind you that we are doing business together and nothing more?”

“Always work and no play with you, why don’t you just relax? I know I could help with that, I did last night,” he quirked.

You cleared your throat and tossed the memories that threatened to arise at his words aside, “That was just business, as always. Now, what’s the reason for our meeting?”

He sighed, “We need to discuss matters about what we’re gonna do with Dick Roman.”

You sighed as well, “Very well, I’ll be there shortly.”

“Make sure you wear that outfit that just makes me wanna-” You hung up the phone before he could say anything else.

You found yourself pressing your legs together for desperate friction, the memories that had once subsided floating to the surface of your mind. Shaking it off, you ignored the sweet touch you were craving and got back to organizing everything for the shipment you had tomorrow. Double checking the boxes and making sure everything was in order, you cleared everyone from the assignment and turned to see Benny walk up to you.

“The car has arrived, ma’am.”

Following Benny, you got into the black Ranger Rover that was exclusively yours and told the driver to take you to Dean’s compound.

“You excited to see Dean?” Benny asked from beside you.

You turned to him with a straight face, “We are doing business, nothing more and nothing less.”

He chuckled, “I think your definition of ‘business’ is different than mine.”

You slyly smirked, “Oh? And your ‘business’ with Cas is just the same?”

His eyes widened in shock.

“What? You didn’t think I knew?” you chuckled.

He kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to figure out what to say but was failing miserably.

You clasped your hand on his shoulder as you did before, “Look, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

That seemed to put him at ease as he sighed and slumped back into his seat. You laughed for a bit until the car eventually came to a stop, signaling your arrival. Getting out of the car, you were met with the city lights and crowded streets of people walking by, the refreshing air being sucked into your lungs. You were greeted at the front door of his establishment, The Divinity Nightclub, by some of his guards, them opening the door and allowing you to enter. Once you walked in, you took a look around to notice the flashing array of lights going throughout the building, music blaring through the DJ’s booth as what seemed like hundreds of people on the dance floor. You and Benny walked around the dance floor and towards the door in the back, walking through to see a viewing area with chairs surrounding the edge, a pole on the center stage. It was his more VIP access room, where strippers came out to men with money wafting out of their pockets. Rolling your eyes at the scene, you continued to walk by to the door at the back left side of the room, opening it to see the stairwell that led to the second floor, Dean’s operation.

Ascending the stairs, you were met with men walking around in gas masks and quarantine suits, tables with lights above them shining onto many different products. Meth, Cocaine, Marijuana, and many more drugs sitting on their own respective tables. You walked to the left and knocked on the door to Dean’s office and waited for someone to open it. Cas, Dean’s own right hand man, opening the door for you a few seconds later.

“Hey, Cas, how you been?” you brought him into a hug.

He returned your hug, “Nice to see you, Y/N. I’ve been good.”

Once you pulled away, you saw him make eye contact with Benny behind you and a slight blush arose on his face.

Chuckling, “Why don’t you two go ‘talk’ while me and Dean discuss business?”

Cas looked back at Dean sitting in his chair, silently asking for permission. With a simple nod from Dean, the two of them exited the room, you and Dean remaining. You took a minute to notice the complete contrast of the interior of the room versus what goes on in the other. While both were clean, this room was much more modern and relaxed, the smell of drugs not wafting inside, only Dean’s cologne and natural scent filling the room.

You sat down on one of the chairs across from his desk and crossed your legs together, your dress hitching up your thighs, the action drawing Dean’s dark gaze.

“So, you wanted to talk about Dick Roman?” you tried not to smirk.

He cleared his throat and brought his gaze back to your face, “I’ve gotten word that he’s been organizing something big, and he’s going to make his move soon.”

“And you’re sure this information is accurate?” you narrowed your eyes.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he gave a fake smile.

You huffed out in annoyance, “Dean, at least act professional.”

He smirked and stood up from his seat, walking around the table to lean against the front of it, his crotch a few feet from your face, “You’re always on about professional this professional that. Wanna know what I think?”

You raised an eyebrow.

He got up and lowered his face, his lips mere inches from yours, “It’s just a facade. What you really want is to get down and dirty, completely unprofessional.”

You cleared your throat, “And what makes you think that?”

He smirked, moving his mouth to your ear to whisper huskily, “Because you’ve been aroused ever since you walked in here.” He slowly licked a trail underneath your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “I also know you’re wearing the outfit, the one I wanted you to.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” you attempted to speak in a strong mannered tone but the only thing that came out was a rasped whisper.

You could feel the juices begin to build up within your sex, your body becoming lax and your brain becoming hazy from his deep voice.

He suddenly pulled away and walked around back to his desk, sitting down in his chair and intertwining his fingers, “Let’s get down to business then.”

He knew exactly what he was doing and you were having trouble staying professional, your eyes focused on nothing but him, soft pants leaving your lips. You shot up out of your chair and shimmied out of your black dress, your sexy black lacy thong and bra popping into view. Dean’s eyes dilated and his once self-satisfied smirk turned into a dark look, a predatorial hunger rising within him. Slowly stalking over to the other side of the desk, you looked down at Dean to see him looking at you with nearly pitch black irises. Smirking to yourself, you slotted yourself onto his lap, his thigh in between yours.

“Is this what you said I had wanted?” you seductively whispered in his ear as you left a kiss there, slowly riding yourself on his thigh. Your panties were already completely ruined and the juices from your pussy were beginning to leak onto his pants, a dark wet spot appearing on them.

“You’re lucky I don’t give a fuck what happens to these pants right now,” he gritted behind his teeth, grabbing your hips and harshly rubbing you onto his thigh.

Your mouth parted and a keen whine escaped from your lips, Dean roughly pressing his lips against yours. Ever since he had mentioned the night before on the phone, you were riled up and were desperately seeking your release. Now, you were going to take it.

“So good to me, Dean,” you breathed into his mouth, riding along his thigh.

“Ever since last night, that sweet cunt has been on my goddamn mind,” he grunted, sucking deep bruises into your neck.

You wanted to cum riding his thigh but you were too eager, peeling his hands off of you, you rose up and reached down to unzip his pants.

He was about to pull them down his legs but you stopped him, “Keep it on.”

You smirked and reached your hand in through the hole, pulling out his cock, “Commando, really?”

He smirked goofily, “Had a feeling this was gonna happen, wanted easier access.”

You rolled your eyes and got onto your knees in front of him, looking into his eyes as you left a kitten lick on the tip of his head. His lips parted and his face had a rose color to begin to tint his cheeks. Your eagerness got the better of you once more as you took him wholly into your mouth, wasting no time to instantly begin bobbing your head along his shaft.

“That’s a good girl,” he wrapped his hands into your hair to move it out of your face so he could see you easier.

His praise exhilarated you and you decided to try and make him feel as good as you possibly could. You took him down to the base, his pubic hair tickling your nose as his musk invaded your nostrils. Moaning at his taste and smell, you continued to deep throat him, pulling back until the tip was in your mouth and moving your head back down. His moans and grunts were like music to your ears as you continued to pleasure him.

After a few more minutes, he suddenly grabbed you by the arms to pick you up, “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s the point,” you mocked.

He smirked, “There’s something else I wanna fill up right now.”

He loosened his tie and took it off of his neck, holding it in one hand as he used the other to turn you around and bend you over the desk, using that very same hand to bend over your back. He ripped off your panties and groaned at the slick wetness that registered in his eyes.

“Fuck I’ve missed this pussy,” he growled before shoving his cock right into your cunt.

“You had it yesterday,” you half spoke, half screamed as his intrusion left you breathless.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, circling his tie around your neck and using the long rope to hold onto as he pounded into you.

“I’ll use this pussy whenever the fuck I want, wherever the fuck I want.”

You were too busy trying to keep your screams as quiet as possible to even think about retorting. His thick cock was stretching you incredulously and it felt like he was reaching into the deepest parts inside of you. It was as if he was pushing against your cervix, your sweet spot being completely and utterly satiated.

“Shit, Dean!” you choked out, your breaths being forced out of your body with each thrust, the tie around your neck squeezing just enough.

You could hear his slight chuckle behind you, “You’ve missed this cock haven’t you? Missed me filling you up and having you scream out my name.” He pulled you up so your bodies were connected, “Missed having me fill that sweet cunt with my cum.”

He pushed you back down and pulled even tighter on the fabric around your neck if that was even possible, your back arching as he continued to ruthlessly force his way inside of you. The tightness around your neck was making it slightly difficult to breath, but it only heightened your senses, the veins and crevices of his cock inside of you brushing up against your walls in a manner that had you desperately trying to hold off on your release. His moans were reverberating throughout his chest and ultimately reached his thick shaft, vibrating your insides delightfully.

“Fuck it’s so hot to see you like this, all strewn out across my desk, silently begging for more,” he grunted, slowing his pace to slow, hard ruts. “I know a good cockslut when I see one, and the second I saw you I knew you were going to be begging for this cock.”

You were never one to beg, or to bow down to another person. Hell, if you weren’t in this position you would probably be ordering him around. But when it came to the bedroom, Dean was in control, and there was nothing that you could do about it. Something about him brought out your inner darkest desires and you were hopeless in ignoring them. You wanted to beg, but you weren’t going to give up so easily.

“Maybe if you could fuck me better you wouldn’t have to compensate with that mouth,” you choked around the tie.

He chuckled, “Oh, is that so?” he shoved his cock in completely, pulling a whine from your lips.

“Maybe I’ve been too generous, it seems like I’ll have to make you understand where your place is, babygirl,” he growled, slapping your ass with his free hand, hard.

A shout fell from your lips but it was short lived as he cut off your oxygen supply by squeezing tighter on the silk. Your back was arched completely as your head was nearly touching his chest, his hand repeatedly finding its way back to your ass, slapping it feverishly. After around six slaps, you were dripping all over his cock and your ass was raw.

“I knew you’d like it, hell, you like anything that I can give you, don’t you my little cockslut?” he smirked.

You were desperately attempting to hold off on your orgasm, knowing you had to have his permission to do so. The room was filled with the sounds of the slapping of his hips onto yours, your choked cries and his primal grunts, the smell of sex in the air.

His grunts and groans were getting louder and his hips were becoming sporadic, “Fuck I’m gonna breed this sweet cunt, you wan’t to cum, don’t you sweetheart?” he grinned, pulling your back up to his chest and reaching a hand down to play with your clit. “Beg me for it,” he growled into your ear, not faltering in his movements, your pulsing sex essentially begging for release.

“P-please, Dean,” you begged.

“Please what?” he pressed.

“Please let me cum, sir,” you relished him the title.

He moaned incredibly erotic in your ear after your words registered in his mind, “Cum,” he growled, pumping his hips twice more and emptying his seed deep inside of you.

The feeling of his warm cum coating your insides and his fingers on your clit drove you into your climax, screaming out his name as you gushed all over his fingers and cock. After a few moments of the two of you catching your breaths, he slowly pulled out of you and moved out of the way so you could move around the table and grab your clothes.

“Do you have a cloth?” you asked, wanting to clean up the mess inside of you and around your thighs.

He smirked, “No, I don’t. Guess you’re gonna have to walk around with my cum inside of you babygirl.”

You felt a shot of arousal course through you at the thought but didn’t make it obvious to him, instead rolling your eyes as you put on your clothes. Dean was just about done buttoning up his shirt when the two of you heard shots coming from outside of the room, Cas and Benny bursting in.

“We’re being attacked.”

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spnfic-search-blog · 4 years ago

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hey I was wondering if you can please find this dean x reader series where dean is in the mafia and the reader is a waitress. they meet eachother at the restaurant she works at and she catches his eye, and then they start going out. I don't remember much but I do know that the reader has a best friend that also works as a waitress and that in one chapter the reader gets warned by a lady at a party that dean is probably just going to use her, but that's not true. thanks!

Im sorry nonnie I was unable to find this in the allotted time. Hopefully someone can link us to the correct fic.

For any followers if this fic sounds familiar please add to the post so we can find this fic for Nonnie

#spn fic search #dean winchester x reader #mobster!dean #possibly mob boss au #waitress!reader #best friend is a co worker #multi chaptered #party scene #anonymous

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caplanbuckybarnes · 5 months ago

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Drabbles/One shots for the month of September! (so far!)

Little Birdie #11 Car Wash Charity (parent!mafia lord!bucky & orphan! Wanda Maximoff)

Little Birdie Drabble # 12 Party Scares (parent!mafia lord!bucky & orphan! Wanda Maximoff)

Before He Cheats (Destiel One Shot)

Naked at the Laundromat (Destiel One Shot)

Dead on Arrival C.10 (mobster bucky x songstress reader)

Bundle of Baby Frank Castle x Reader

Wed Me? Emmett Cullen x Reader

Pretty Lies Steve Rogers x Reader

Moonlight Confessions Logan x Reader

Always Be Yours Steve rogers x Reader

Never Be Yours Again Frank Castle x Reader

A Haunting C.1 Bucky x reader

Promised Kisses Logan x Reader

Trusted Promises Peter Quill x Reader

Squirrely Nightmares Peter Quill x Reader

One or Another Dean Winchester x Reader

CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater Steve Rogers x Reader

Love You Peter Quill x Reader

Home Bucky x Reader

Gotta Go My Own Way Logan Howlett x Reader

Smoke & Regret Logan Howlett x Reader

A Taste of Royalty Prince! Stephen Strange x Reader

Every Heart Beat Pietro Maximoff x Rreader

Just a Taste Tony Stark x Reader

Escape TWS!bucky x reader

A Vampire Friend Emmett Cullen x Reader

The Price of Loyalty Curtis Everett x Reader

All In His Arms Emmett Cullen x Reader

Drinkin' Problem Steve Rogers X Reader

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waywardsummoner46 · 3 years ago

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Five Years Can Change a Person

Summary: Five years ago, your life changed forever. Five years ago, your house burnt down and with it... your family. No matter how over-bearing your brothers were, you loved them nevertheless and their loss affected you insanely. Now content with your new family though, seemingly moved past the past, the ghosts of your brothers walk into the bar. How are they alive? How is that possible? You tried to wrap your head around it but are they the same as they were?

Word count: 2643

A/N: Hello! I am so sorry for my inactivity. I can’t say it won’t continue but I’m definitely out of my writing block. I’m currently working on the next part for Welcome Home, Sister, a Paul Atreides x Reader fanfic and a character list to help you guys get a feel on who I write for. As always, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

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As a sixteen year old living independently in Lebanon, you sometimes struggled to make it through the day.

It’d been this way for five years but you never like to dwell on the past. After the incident, you’d been a lone wolf and even though it came with the weight of Hell to carry, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Take today for example, you’d been to school and had a maths test. Somehow, you’d had full marks so you’d been proud of yourself but this one kid in your class was having none of it.

You’d heard of pick me girls before and she was no different. When your teacher had given you your test back, you’d sat there in shock just staring at it incredulously. She obviously noticed this, but misinterpreted this as you having a shit score.

So she sauntered over to you, fully prepared to degrade you in front of the entire class but when she noticed your actual score the emotions that filtered across her face were nearly enough to render you hysterical.

She’d blinked fervently at your paper, before turning and lifting a hand up to the teacher. “Um, sir? I think you marked her test wrong.”

The teacher paused in his stride and blinked blearily at her. “Melissa, (Y/N) had full marks fair and square, you, however, did not. So get back to your seat and be quiet.” You loved your maths teacher.

Melissa was having none of it though. She huffed like a petulant child, “Yeah, but there’s no way that she got better marks than me. Like there’s actually no way.” She kept listing the reasons why you were destined to be beneath her until she realised he’d stopped paying attention to her, along with the rest of the class.

She sat on your desk and leant down to your face. You raised a brow and quirked your head sarcastically.

“This isn’t over, bitch. Don’t think for even a second you are better than me. Beat me in another test, and I'll humiliate you so much, you’ll have to leave the school out of embarrassment.”

This was something you heard everyday but you ignored her and chose to focus back on your test. Flipping through each page you briefly glanced over how the teacher marked it.

You were about to shut the test completely, but you noticed someone had scribbled something on the side of your page. You knew it wasn’t you because it wasn’t your pen colour, either way you concluded that it was probably your teacher or Melissa that put it there. It was insignificant anyway.

After that entire fiasco, you’d left school and walked for an hour before you reached where you work: Harvelle’s Roadhouse. It was a bar run by Ellen Harvelle and her daughter Jo. You got along amazingly with both of them as they were the closest thing to a family you had and you cherished them with everything you had.

Most of the time, you refused to think about life before you were eleven but soon it would be the anniversary of the Harvelles and Ellen’s husband Bobby taking you in off of the streets so in a way, you were obligated to at least consider getting a card or getting some cake or something. Reluctantly though.

Whilst they’d never pried further about your situation since the night they found your smaller self, crying and aimlessly wandering on the streets of Lebanon, you knew that every year their curiosity became harder to contain but still they resisted.

The bar was quite out of the way actually, it was found on one of the roads near the motorway but not obvious enough that it was overpopulated. It was pleasant.

Admittedly, it was quite run down but you preferred the more homey feeling it gave off.

As you approached the bar, you took the time to study the sign. At night it glowed and made the building look ethereal.

You’d always been fond of how it resembled Ellen and Jo’s personality in a way. The font and the way it was built was unique and strong as hell, similar to the Harvelles

Blinking out of your odd thoughts, you gazed towards the open door and noticed Jo leaning against the frame drying a glass with a towel. “You alright, (Y/N)?” she nodded to you.

A fond smile made its way to your face and you increased your speed then engulfed her into a hug and squeezed.

“Yeah, I’m alright. You and Ellen okay?”

She wrapped her arms around you as she maneuvered which hand was holding what, sensing you needed comfort. “We’re both fine. You’re the one who seems off,” she said and let you go.

You brushed her off and entered the bar, Jo following behind you. “I’m good, seriously. I got full marks on the maths test!”

“Well, I’m glad. You revised damn well hard for that too,” Bobby suddenly appeared from behind the bar. Your grin widened and you ran at him and engulfed him in a tight hug. “Hiya, sweetheart.”

“Hi Bobby.”

Ellen came up from behind you then and joined the hug. “Don’t I get a hug too?”

You leaned your head back against her and sighed happily. You saw Ellen and Bobby as either your substitute parents or grandparents, honestly it depends on the situation. Jo, you undoubtedly saw as your older sister, there was no debate about that.

“Course you do.” You all broke it off and after some quick exchanged pleasantries, you got changed and went to start working on calculating the profits. Numbers just don’t seem to want to give you a break today.

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Five years ago…

In your family, there was you, John, Sam and Dean. John was your father but you’d always held disdain towards the man (always being since you were six) but Sam and Dean worshipped the man.

Sam argued with John on occasion but was overall very obedient. Dean though, was basically mindless, John’s perfect soldier and this grated you endlessly, but you said nothing for years.

Dean was twenty years older than you and Sam was sixteen years older, nevertheless they were both severely over-protective of you. They could be quite scary sometimes actually, so you learnt early on to suit their standards albeit begrudgingly.

John Winchester was a very powerful man. You didn’t realise the extent until that fateful day.

He’d brought Crowley, an equally powerful man over to your family home that your dad had rebuilt after your mother died in the house fire ten years ago. Crowley had always seemed interested in you and seemingly despised your brothers, this put both of your brothers on high alert.

When the doorbell rang signifying Crowley’s arrival, Sam and Dean’s gaze turned murderous. You were all sitting at the table, and you were enjoying your cereal when your brothers grabbed a shoulder each and hoisted you up into the air.

You squeaked out a protest. “Hey! Lemme go!” Dean took hold of your entire body and pressed you tightly to his chest. “Dean, I’m eleven. I’m not a kid anymore!”

He ignored you and carried you up to your room with Sam following closely behind. You thrashed and twisted violently in his arms but he was having none of it and tightened his grip on you.

“Dean, get off of me!”

When you reached your bedroom door, Sam went ahead and kicked it open. Dean walked in and dropped you on your bed leaving you scrambling to compose yourself. ”Come on, did you have to?”

He squatted down to your level and had a pitying look on his face. Extending his arm, he began brushing your cheek with his thumb.

“You don’t understand at the moment sweetheart, you’re still too young, but that man is dangerous and Dad needs me and Sammy to be there with him and for you to be safe,” he chided as though you were an infant. You didn’t give him a verbal response however your mood was accurately represented on your sour facial expression..

He upped and went to leave but waited for Sam who was lingering.

“We’ll only be half an hour, (Y/N). Read the book I bought you for Christmas if you want.” Then he, too, went and left you in your displeasure.

They shut the door softly but the evident sound of the over-sized lock they’d installed outside of it shook you to your core. Yeah, your brothers were definitely over protective.

Begrudgingly, you reached for the book Sam bought you that you’d chucked on your bedside table and started reading the back.

You began reading it and leant back against your bed but grew bored after the second sentence. So ultimately, you huffed loudly as if something entertaining might unravel… but your wall remained dull.

Then you started hearing voices. It was quiet at first but grew quite loud.

You heard your dad shout, “You are not having my daughter, Crowley! This is non-negotiable.” Wait a minute, were they talking about you? This can’t be good.

A faint mumbling was heard before a gun was unmistakably loaded and you gulped loudly. Glancing towards the picture on your wall, knowing what you’d have to do should things escalate.

And by the sounds of it, they were. One gun shot rang through the silence, followed by another then fifty more.

Apparently Crowley had brought his entire gang, probably predicting your father’s refusal to his ridiculous deal but his stubborn attitude was having none of it.

“Get your sister, now! Benny, Garth, you're with me!”

You heard two sets of footsteps sprinting up the stairs and your door was ripped open. Your brothers stood in the doorway and just froze. Their mouths open and eyes wide, before they dropped to the floor.

Out stepped Crowley, draped in an expensive looking suit with a broad smirk on his face. “Hello, (Y/N).”

You gulped and looked at him in fear. Calculating where the picture was behind you, you began to back away, discreetly edging towards it. Crowley seemed to relish in your terror and his eyes seemed to sparkle with something akin to malice.

He took a step forward, narrowly missing Sam’s head. Taking two steps backwards, you felt how close the wall was.

“You know, I would’ve thought you’d have been happier to see me, darling!” he exclaimed. “Moose and Squirrel certainly were not very happy, but when have you ever been similar to them?”

You squinted at him. The difference between you and your brothers was a sore subject for you. Being treated like a delicate antique compared to how rough and trusted your brothers were, grated you endlessly. Crowley, being the manipulative cow he was, had taken notice of this and understood that if he played his cards correctly then many things could work out in his favour.

You took another step back and pressed up against the wall. Edging your fingers behind you, you slipped them underneath it and grasped your gun. Fingers shaking you pulled it out.

“The only thing I’ll be happy about is when you’re dead, Crowley.”

You aimed, and shot. His eyes widened momentarily and pure fear crossed his face before he fell to the floor, grunting in agony.

There was still commotion downstairs but it didn’t seem as though any of your family had died. Prioritising your brothers, you rushed towards them and knelt down to them on the carpet.

You pushed your fingers up under their necks and checked for a pulse.

They were faint, but definitely present and you heaved a choked sob of relief.

Sam stirred then and glinted up at you before his eyes widened. He sat up abruptly, ignoring the throbbing headache he had and grasped your shirt tightly. “You need to leave! He’s rigged a bomb, the house will blow up.” Staring at him incredulously, you said, “Sam, what? Crowley’s dead! I shot him! He’s gone! He can’t have placed a bomb before entering the house, we’ve all been here!”

He shook his head and drew your foreheads together.

“(Y/N), you need to leave. Jump out of your window and climb down the ivy and run as fast as you can, anywhere away from here.” He pushed you with all his might back into your room. He stood up and towered over your quivering form on the floor. “I love you, Dean loves you. We’ll see you again, just don’t forget us.”

He faced Dean and slapped him. Dean woke up sputtering. Once he’d calmed down, hee faced Sam and seeing the look in Sam’s eyes, he understood what needed to be done. Tilting his head slightly, he saw you looking on with horror and mouthed “I love you.”

Then they were both up and reloading their guns before storming back down the stairs.

You sat there for about five seconds before you determinedly went to follow them but arms wrapped around your waist. “Come on, sugar. Let’s get out of here”

Gabriel tightened his hold on you and held a rag up to your nose. “Sh, sh. I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry but this is the only way.”

Panicking did nothing to help you, but your frantic breaths seemed to draw more chloroform into your lungs and you inevitably found yourself becoming more drowsy before everything went black.

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Waking up, you noticed how your head was on Gabriel's shoulder. Then you noticed how the air smelt of smoke and you wrinkled your nose at it.

Raising your head, you glanced around briefly before your eyes landed on a massive burning building in the distance. Flames danced in the distance and smoke swirled in the sky.

You recognised it as your house and began screaming and thrashing in Gabriel’s arms.

He tried to sooth you, but even he knew how vain that was. He swallowed his tears and became determined to hunt Crowley’s remaining gang until his dying days. He knew what he had to do.

If that meant abandoning you on the streets as he did it, then so be it. In the Winchester name, Gabriel had a vengeance and pledged to protect you from afar for the remainder of his days.

He kissed your cheek and tried to ignore the tears rapidly falling down your cheek. “It’s alright, sh, sh. Let it all out, (Y/N). There we go.”

Bawling into his shoulder you continued to struggle until your exhausted limbs refused to move and then you were forced into a restless slumber.

Gabe continued to walk until he came across Harvelle’s Roadhouse, knowing exactly who ran it and what help they’d willingly give.

He knocked the door and wordlessly answered Ellen’s question by handing the last remaining Winchester into her arms.

With one last kiss to your forehead, he turned and left.

Ellen took you inside and settled you onto a bed.

What neither of them noticed however, were the two men watching vigilantly from a distance and how one held a letter with a symbol engraved into it, one that would represent so much more in the future.

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Finishing with your numbers for now, you glanced up and around the bar to see Ellen and Jo gone. Bobby nowhere to be found either. You shrugged it off and went to get yourself a drink from behind the bar.

Scanning the bar for it, you decided which one you wanted and was about to pour it but the bell chimed, signalling a new customer.

Instantly, you went to approach the new customer and ask what they wanted, but felt physically ill when you saw it wasn’t just one. There were two…

Your brothers.

Sam and Dean.

You stumbled back into the bar and gripped it tightly.

They smirked at you.

“Hello, sister.”

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