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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years ago

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Rowena Macleod- Spa Day

Pairing: Rowena M. x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, Fluff, flirting, touchy-feely, charming, sweetness, Implies smut-ish.

Summary/Imagine: Rowena and you go for a girls' day out.

Word Count: 715

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, being submitted to Imagine Master List

Main Master List // Imagine Master List

"Here we are darling," Rowena said pointing out the list she had written out nicely on a long piece of parchment paper. “Ro this is too much.” You say to her looking down at her amazing handwriting. “Oh please dear, nothing is too much for you,” Rowena says winking at me, before taking a sip of her champagne.

“Ro-Rowena, really this isn’t all this necessary.” You try stuttering over your words. According to her lovely list, Rowena had planned a day of comfort and style. Which was like her, but the silly little thing was that the last time you had been out to just be out was years ago. Which now felt like eons ago.

“Dearie listen, you and I both know that you need a day off. Those Winchester boys have you chasing your own tail sometimes.” She says tosing her red vibrant hair over her shoulder. A small sigh leaves your lips, as her words shock into your mind and body.

“Y/n sweetie just for today you can try to relax.” She speaks as she walks around me. Her heels click against the tile flooring. I shake my head, “Fine Ro, but nothing as dramatic as your here list says.” You say handing her back the list. Her fingers barely graze over yours, and it sends a spark up your arm.

As Rowena and you drive up to the first stop, you get out. Helping Rowena out as she climbs from the car. “Now this is a great way to start off a spa day, yes?” Rowena asks. You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know Ro.” It’s an honest answer, seeing as the last time you went into a salon was nearly twelve years ago.

“What can you possibly mean you don’t know?” Rowena asks grabbing my hands and dragging me behind her to the salon’s front door. “Now you let me doing all the talking sweetie,” Rowena says linking her fingers together, and walking confidently to the front desk.

“I have an appointment,” Rowena says, the younger man at the desk looks through his book. “Macleod?” He questions a confident hum is all you hear from Rowena. He leads us into an empty room. “Your stylist will be with you in a moment, Ms. Macleod.” He says walking away.

“See dearie, I set up a little appointment. When was the last time you had a haircut?” Rowena asks you. “I mean I had one that Dean.” She stops you putting a finger up to your lips shutting your thought down. The feeling of her finger up against your lips sends a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t you dare say that you let Ken doll cut your beautiful hair!” Rowena demands. Her voice seeming serious. “Opps,” You say with a shrug of your shoulders. After your appointment with the salon, you walked out feeling lighter than before. Like You had wings and could fly. “Look at you dearie. You look stunning.” Ro said bouncing the ends of your hair with her hand.

A car rolled up, Rowena climbed in partially dragging me in behind her. “Driver, can you pull up the privacy window please,” Rowena says with a wink to him. As the window comes up it leaves us in silence. Rowena turns and looks me up and down. “You know dearie. You never looked sexier than you do right now.” Rowena said, resting her hand on your thigh, her fingernails digging gently into your jean-covered thigh.

“Ro-Rowena?” You hesitate to say. She hums. “Wh-what are you planning over there?” You ask even though your stuttering words. “Not every form of a spa day means we ever have to leave the back of this car dearie.” She said

She kisses your neck leaving the small print of her red lipstick behind. Your skin tingles as her lips leave your neck. “Are you ever going to warn me when you do things like this?” You ask under your breath.

Like magic she’s right at your ear, her breathing sends a shiver down your spine. “Dearie if I did that it wouldn’t be this exciting.” A small wink, and we stop. “Let’s go, love, we’ve got another appointment to go to.” She says pulling my solid body from the back of the car.

Completed on: 08/15/2021

Posted on: 08/17/2021

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obscure-imagines · 6 years ago

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“i guess i’ll just sit here and wait till the little wee witchy Winchester arrives.” Rowena said, taking a sip of her tea.

Sam sighed and left the room, followed a few minutes later by you, “this better be important if you woke me from my nap.” you sighed.

when you realized it was Rowena in the room you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, smiling at her, “hey.” then you realized, “oh! you must be here about the help we need for a hunt! so there’s this spell i need to do but i am no where near advanced enough to figure it out-” you began.

“well why dont you show me the spell darling? i’d be more than happy to help.” she grinned sweetly at you, “i’m always ready to help such a kind, sweet thing like you.”

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sky-falls · 4 years ago

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I’m Home

Pairings: Rowena MacLeod x Reader , Ex!Jo Harvelle x Reader

Summary: While in a hunt Reader was struck by a curse causing for her to forget about her relationship with Rowena and only remembering her time with Jo.

Warnings: kinda angsty, Jo is still alive here so i guess this is an AU

A/N: I wrote this back then and never really got the courage to post it. This used to be a small fic or idea I have, I decided to turn it into a full on one-shot. Anyways here it is, hope you guys like it! This is my first 2.5k words fic, also feedback will be appreciated! (P.S. I’m in love with both Jo and Rowena)

It was supposed to be an everyday normal hunt; we get a case, track the monsters, go in, and get out in one piece. But everything went south when you were flung across the room with some kind of spell. And upon hitting the wall, you immediately blacked out. The last thing you heard was someone screaming your name.

You woke up to see Sam sitting on a chair beside your bed reading a book, probably doing some research on a case. You tried to sit up only to be hit with waves of pain all around your body. "Oh god-" You yelped. Sam looked up from the book and rushed over to help you, "Take it easy, you've been out for three days."

"What the hell happened?" You groaned. "I feel like shit."

"Well that happens when you get thrown across the room. You wouldn't wake up even after Rowena gave you some of her potions." He chuckled.

"Who?" You asked. "Potions? What are you guys up to? Are you buddies with a witch?"

He just stared at you as if you just said some crazy unbelievable story. "I-I'm sorry what?" He stuttered.

You rolled your eyes at him. "You got some earwax stuck on your ear?" You joked. "Anyways where's my lovely girlfriend?"

Before he could even answer the door opened. Dean peaked in the room and as soon as he saw you sitting up, a smile was quickly painted onto his face. "You're alive!" He cheered as he entered the room. "Gone for three days, who are you Jesus?" He laughed on his own joke. "Very funny Dean, very funny." You replied sarcastically.

"You know what, your evil skank of a girlfriend is worried sick about you. Straight up refused to help us with another case, even went as far as threatening us if you didn't wake up any time soon—'I will make sure you will suffer Winchester if she doesn't wake up'." He said while imitating a Scottish accent.

You laughed, "Since when did Jo had an accent?"

The laughter soon turned into confusion. He turned to Sam trying to find an answer, Sam just looked back at him with the same expression. "Wait Y/N, Jo?" Dean asked. "Is there another Jo? Are we talking about the same Jo?" You replied. "You two are acting weird."

The door opened again and revealed two women walking in the room. A redhead and the girl in question, Jo.

"Darli-"

"Jo!!" You screamed happily. "Babe, look at these two idiotic brothers—they keep asking 'Jo?' when I say my girlfriend. I mean like who else?"

She looked over the two brothers, sharing the same look of confusion written on their faces. She then slowly approached you and checked to see your temperature. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked with genuine concern on her voice. You rolled your eyes at her question. "Seriously, you three drop the act. Especially you," You point to the blonde haired woman. "It's not nice." You finished before pulling her for a kiss and wrapping my arms around her neck.

The little reunion was cut short when Sam cleared his throat causing for Jo to pull away. "Can I talk to all of you for a second...about the case. Outside." Everyone agreed in unison and rushed outside of the room. "You, Y/n, get some rest. We'll be back in a minute." Dean said before closing the door behind him."

As soon as the door closed Rowena was already on Jo's neck. Her eyes were sharp as a dagger, if looks could kill Jo would probably be already dead on the floor. "Abi!" She screamed as she threw Jo across the hall. Then followed by another spell to stop the brothers from tackling her, "Manatee."

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't burn you right now." She threatened.

"She was the one who pulled me in for a kiss-" Jo retorted. Clearly not backing out even though she's currently pinned to the wall.

"Stop it both of you." Sam interjected. "Rowena let's talk about this, clearly there's some kind of reason why Y/N thinks Jo is her current girlfriend." He said trying to reason and calm the raging redhead. After a few minutes of contemplating, she released the other woman and the brothers. Once silence was bestowed upon them, Sam started to give his input on the subject. "Think about it, maybe the reason Y/N's memories are all jumbled up is because she hit her head. Hard. I mean she was in a coma for days, there's no other reason why this is happening or-"

"Jumbled up? The lass forgot about me—it's like my whole existence was wiped out! But she remembers that she's her lover? She's her goddamn ex! This is just purely unacceptable!" Rowena screamed.

Sam raised his finger up to his mouth, signalling for Rowena to keep it down. Trying his best to keep the situation under control.

"As I was saying, or she must've been hit by a curse or spell." Sam continued.

"Rowena, you're a witch right? Isn't there a spell or potion you could use to make her remember?" Dean asked.

Rowena's expression softened. "I did try to wake her up with magic when she was passed out for days—I consulted different books but nothing worked."

"So it's not a curse? She just hit her head really hard?" Jo asked.

"That is possible." Sam answered.

"Can't we just tell her?" Dean asked once more.

"We can't. Forcing a person to remember something has a chance of worsening the situation. I think it would be better to just...let it play out," Sam turned to Rowena. "Are you okay with that?"

"Am I okay with that?" Rowena scoffed, offended that the boy asked such question. "Are you nuts Samuel? You want me to let Y/N be with her ex lover, when I'm the current one?!"

"Alright, I get it."

"You said it yourself, none of the spells or potions worked. So what if there's no spell or potion to make her remember, what do we do then?" Jo asked.

Before Rowena could come up with a sassy remark, a small voice interrupted inside of the room. "Jo!" Y/N called out.

Silence befell onto the group. The dread of letting you go is slowly creeping up on Rowena. She would go miles for you - for both of you, but if things doesn't work out; if you can no longer remember, she knew she had to let go. As hard it is to see you be with someone else rather than her, she knew deep down she had to "let things play out" for your sake. And as Rowena watch Jo go inside your quarters, it felt like time is slowly being rewound. Back to the time where she doesn't exist in your world, back to the time where you had Jo. The sound of laughter chimed inside the room—pure happiness and innocence. That's when she knew she had to let go. And so she let go.

Months with Jo felt amazing, it was like living a teenage dream all over again. The winter air filled the rooftop, it pinches your skin as the New Year's Eve slowly approaches. Firecrackers cracked, laughter and cheers from your small little bunker family can be heard faintly in the background. You stared onto Jo's eyes, you can see her talk but none really made sense. Your mind was too clouded. She was waiting for an answer. A yes? A no? Wait, what was it again?

Your memories feel hazy. Your heart was pounding. Screaming. Yearning.

"Y/N?" She asked. Her smile not wavering, as if she was already certain. Certain of what exactly? Your answer?

There's someone.

A figure burned into the back of your mind. Her hands were warm, it was like summer. It reminds you of waves of fire, it flows so gracefully. No, wait. I think it was somewhat bouncy?

Red?

Maybe its because it's December. It's freezing, that's why you yearn for the summer breeze. Your head feels like it was going to explode. How come you can't remember?

Her? But who's her?

Jo's hand squeezed mine as she spoke again, "Maybe it's too early to ask you to be mine again. So don't worry, we'll take our time." You nodded letting my eyes fall on her emerald necklace.

Green? Why is it so comforting? Like orbs staring onto you, onto your soul. It's like...as if it was home.

Cheers erupted from the background as the countdown starts, signalling for a new year.

10, 9

Why can't you remember?

8, 7

Your mind is screaming that it's not her, that this all is wrong.

6, 5, 4

Her soft pale skin.

Her fiery red hair.

Her emerald eyes.

Suddenly...I remember.

Jo turned to you to greet you a happy new year but stopped when she saw tears running down your cheeks. You know she's hoping that it's not what she thinks it is. Hoping that you were just happy to start a new year with her. But she knows. As you let go of her hand to face her, tears started pooling in her eyes. "I remember." You said.

"I know," she replied as her voice cracks. Trying her best not to look weak in front of you but you can see through the facade—her eyes reflect regret, questions, and sorrow. Silently begging for you not to go, to not let her go. She tried to regain her composure before speaking again.

"Why can't we be together..." she whispered.

"Jo, you already know the answer to that." You reached out and cupped her face. "I'm not gonna lie, my time with you was amazing but our story ended a long time ago. That chapter of my life is already closed."

Tears streamed down her face while she take in every word you said, trying to cherish the limited time we have together. The warmth, the love; the what-used-to-be-home kind of feeling.

"Was I too selfish to dream to have you again?" she asked.

"Maybe." You joked.

"So this is goodbye?"

"Maybe." You answered softly as you pull her in for a hug; holding her one last time as the lover she once knew.

The ride home was cold. You couldn't stop thinking how she is. It must be painful to see me 'love' someone else, and to make it worse you went back to your ex-lover. Did you make her cry? Does she hate me for not remembering? Why are you even asking these questions, of course you made her cry! She probably hates your guts too! Probably stopping by to get some flowers will ease her urge to rip your head off plus it'll serve as a good peace offering, you thought to yourself. Well then, you made a detour to the nearest flower shop before you head home.

You stood at the doorstep with a bouquet in hand. Trembling—not because of the cold, maybe because you're finally meeting her again, the love of your life, after forgetting about her for months. You inhaled the cold winter air, gathering some courage before knocking on the door. The pit on your stomach grew as you await for an answer on the other side of the door. Footsteps approached the door and soon the locks were turning. Your heart beats faster every second that passes by. When the door finally opened, the scent of home filled your lungs. And there she stood, with puffy cheeks and eyes red as hell. She must've been crying all throughout the night. "Y/n?" She asked.

"Hi darling," You answered awkwardly. "I picked out a bouquet for you."

She just stood there with a puzzled looked. She must've thought that you're lost or something.

You took fancy bow and cleared your throat. "My queen, Rowena MacLeod, I would like to greatly apologize for causing you such grief," You paused to look at her reaction. Still a confused expression was painted onto her face. You continued, "I'm no good of a girlfriend as I have forgotten who my great beloved is. I offer you a bouquet of flowers as a symbol of my deepest apology and I hope you that you would still take me back as your ever so lovely girlfriend. And please don't cut my head off."

Her eyes widened from the realization causing for you to chuckle at her expression. Shock took over her body and another set of tears started rolling down her cheeks.

You took a step forward, taking her hand and intertwining it with yours. You dropped the silly act this time and shared your feelings.

"Darling, I terribly am sorry for forgetting you. It took me awhile but I'm back now. I must tell you though, my mind and heart screamed for you all this time. I remember seeing your pale skin, your red hair, your emerald eyes—all of you was embedded in the back of my mind; even if it was clouded and it seemed out of reach, I could see. I could feel you. I really am sorry and I hope you forgive me. I'm here now. And I'm all yours, now and forevermore."

She kissed my cheek and I felt nothing but warmth and acceptance. "Ye wee lad, I've been waiting for you all these time."

You offered her the flowers. A smile creeped onto her face as she took the bouquet in your hands. She raised her eyebrow upon realizing what kind of flowers were in it. "Really lass? Calla lilies and tulips?"

"It means humility, devotion and a symbol for a new beginning-"

"I know what it means darling," She said while cupping your cheek. "I must say, you really did do research and I guess this shows that you do listen to me."

"Of course I listen to you!" You exclaimed. "And after what I put you through, it would be rude of me to come back empty handed, also I don't want you to end up hexing my ass."

"Rude, I would never hex you." She said as she rolled her eyes.

We laughed onto each other's arms, enjoying the warmth, the love, the reunion. The laughter died out and the comfortable silence sets in. You leaned in closer to her, resting your forehead against hers. "So...do you take me back?" You asked. "Hmmm," she tilts her head doing a thinking motion.

"Darling," she whispered as her lips inched closer. And before you could come up with a witty remark she closed the distance between us. Her were lips against yours, and it felt like fireworks has been ignited within you. Our lips danced like it was the New Year's countdown, each second passing by only gets more intense. And as if on cue, as the timer hits zero, she pulled away. "Does that answer your question?" she said.

You nodded and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Welcome home darling."

And you replied with a smile, "I'm home."

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theyraylovehate · 2 years ago

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

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-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

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-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

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-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

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-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

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-Jean Grey

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-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

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-Batman/Bruce Wayne

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-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

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-Artemis/Artemis Crock

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Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

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-Rowena MacLeod

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-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

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•The Walking Dead

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-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

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-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

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-Lee

-Kenny

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-Mitch

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-Evie

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-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

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holylulusworld · 3 years ago

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Slumber party

Request: Hey so I know it sounds a bit ridiculous, haha but just imagine Sam and Dean coming back from a hunt to find you have a slumber party with Jess and all the other girls from Supernatural? Jo, Ellen, Charlie, Rowena.. can you imagine 😍

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jess Moore

Characters: Rowena MacLeod, Meg Masters, Bela Talbot, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Claire Novak, Alex Jones, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills, Charlie Bradbury

Warnings: getting drunk, games, talk about sex, awkward situations, implied smut

A/N: For my story everyone is alive.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Alright, who’s next?” Charlie spins the bottle, grinning at you when it points at you once again. “Aw, look! It’s Y/N’s turn again. Now, truth or dare?”

“Charlie, this is not how the game is played! And why does the bottle always point at me? This is five times in a row!” you complain. “I wanna have more drinks, food, and play another game.”

“No, we want to play truth or dare Bela style,” Bela smirks, handing you another margarita. “My recipe, babe. You won’t get drunk but feel like you are walking on air.”

“You are the devil,” looking around the library you narrow your eyes. “All of you are evil.”

“I don’t know about the others,” Rowena coos, patting your thigh, “but I used to be a bad girl, my dear. Now, truth or dare.” The witch sits next to you on a large pillow, joining the circle once again.

“Truth or dare,” Alex and Claire singsong. “And drinks for all of us!” the girls longingly look at the margarita in your hand. “Please?”

“No drinks for you, kiddos,” you sip at your next drink, letting the too-sweet liquid run down your throat. “You are twenty, Claire. One more year, sweetie.”

“Only one,” Claire complains. “Please, Jody? Maybe at least a beer? All of you got drinks all night long.”

“Nope,” Jody pops the p, smirking as both girls sigh deeply. “Next year you can have as many drinks as you want to at our annual sleepover at the bunker.”

“Wait, that’s the first sleepover at the bunker,” Jess snickers when you whip your head toward Jody. “I mean, we can do it again when the guys are out of town to not disturb our party.”

“We should do this every weekend,” Charlie raises her glass. “I usually don’t drink that much, but this is fun.”

“Uh-huh. You only enjoy seeing us all in our pajamas, young lady,” Donna nods her head knowingly. “I bet you like my cute ass the most.”

“Oh, I don’t have a favorite yet,” Charlie lets her eyes wander, checking all of your friends out. “Nah, we are friends. I can’t get into your pants.”

“Why?” Bela asks, handing another drink to Rowena. “We are all friends and, I kissed a girl more than once.” She smirks at Jess. “I bet little miss sunshine over there had her fair share of dirty kisses with girls too.”

“How do you wanna know?” Jess grunts. “I am the kiss and not tell kind of girl, Ms. Talbot. If you want to know more about my dirty experiences, you need to mix me a lot more margaritas, lady.”

“I bet Samuel and you’ve got dirty and kinky sex. He doesn’t carry handcuffs and ropes around only for hunting purposes I assume,” Rowena raises her glass, snickering at Jess’s pained expression. “I knew he’s a kinky man.”

“Rowena, can you just not,” you whisper. “You know Jess doesn’t like to talk about her sex life and, I live here too. I can never face Sam again if I get to know more about his preferences in the bedroom than I already know.”

“Oh, you know things?” now Meg scoots closer to poke your thigh. “Details. NOW! I need to know everything. Maybe I can use a trick or two on Castiel.”

“Ladies, don’t we have a round of truth and dare to play?” Ellen walks into the library, carrying a large bowl of popcorn. “It was Y/N’s turn, wasn’t it?”

“Mom, where is the good stuff? Didn’t we buy more chips?” Jo rummages in one of the bags, cursing under her breath. “Who stole my stuff?”

“Sorry,” munch. Charlie shrugs when the blonde gives her a dirty look. “I didn’t know it was your stuff. I got hungry after three margaritas. What can I say?”

“There is more in the kitchen, Jo. Chips, ice cream, sweets, chocolate. Whatever your heart desires,” now Bela giggles as Rowena exclaims Jo wants a big dick, not food.

“Rowena!”

“What? I can sense her frustration,” the red-head shrugs. “Now, back to the game. Y/N, what will you choose this time? Dare again?”

“Truth,” you grumble. “But lemme down my drink first. I can’t answer one more question about my life without another drink.”

“Cheers to that,” Donna raises her glass. “May all of our sleepovers be blessed with booze, food, and light conversations. May we all be still alive at our next slumber party.”

“Amen to that,” Meg nods, giving Donna a pained smile.

“Bitch, give me another drink,” you slur. “Now, Bela. Hurry or you’ll never be our bartender again, babe.”

“Alright,” Charlie claps her hands, waiting for everyone to join the circle on the floor again. “Y/N, did you already have sex with Dean?”

You choke on your drink, coughing as everyone looks at you, expectantly.

“Come on, spill it. I have a dry spell for months,” Jo complains.

“You will not have sex before you turn thirty-five,” Ellen warns, pointing her index finger at Jo. “I mean it, Joanna Beth.”

“Back to Y/N and Dean,” Meg insists. “So, did you ride his dick? Can his cock keep up with his cocky attitude? I always wondered if the rumors about Dean’s stamina are true.”

“Is he thick?” Bela wants to know. “Come on, girl. Don’t leave us hanging. We all need juicy details.”

“Guys, I didn’t—I mean Dean and I are friends only. He—he doesn’t see me that way. Uh—Dean would never make a move,” you answer honestly. “Why would he? We are buddies, ya know.”

“Nonsense,” Jess interjects, sipping on her third margarita. “Dean eye-fucks you every time he gets the chance to. Friends don’t strip your clothes off with their eyes and imagine you writhe on their cock. I bet he imagines railing you like there is no tomorrow.”

Everyone looks at Jess with wide eyes. The blonde usually hold back when it comes to sex, but now she shrugs, giving you a smirk. “If he’s only a little bit like Sam, you are in for a wild ride, babe. He’ll fuck you so good.”

“Jess,” gasping you watch your friend talk about her sex life with Sam, Dean being into you and Bela’s margaritas. “How do you wanna know?”

“I have eyes?” she says. “Oh-there he is. SAMMY!” she jumps up, to run toward Sam and Dean who, walk into the library, guns aimed.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Dean exclaims, securing his gun when his eyes land on you and the girls sitting on the floor, drinking and joking. “I thought we got intruders. WAIT! Did you plan a slumber party?”

“Kinda,” smiling sheepishly at Dean you try to hide you and the girls planned the sleepover for months. “We thought we could exchange information and have a few drinks.”

“Why don’t you stay?” Jess whines, tugging at Sam’s wrist. “Come on, baby. We can have a few drinks and play games. We got food too.”

“Aw, I wanna braid his hair,” Charlie jumps up to help Jess drag the tall hunter toward you and the others. “Can we Sammy? Please.”

“They are drunk,” the elder brother grunts, smirking when you get up to offer a slice of pizza to the hunter. “But they got nice food and drinks.”

“Will ya join us too, Deanie?” already dragging the hunter toward your large pillow, giggling as he mutters under his breath you feel your heart flutter. “You can sit with me, Dean. The pillow is big enough for the both of us.”

“Look who’s about to cuddle,” Charlie says, watching Dean awkwardly sit down on your pillow, legs spread wide.

“Shut up, Charlie, and braid Sam’s hair. I’ve got this,” you slump down onto the pillow to sit between Dean’s legs.

“Whoa, careful there,” Dean grunts when you rest your back against his chest. You pat his thighs, sighing as he’s warm and smells too good. “Y/N?”

“Shush, just watch Charlie braid Sam’s hair,” you watch Claire, Charlie, and Alex fight over Sam’s hair. “Aw, he will look so pretty. WAIT! We can style your hair too, Dean.”

“Over my dead body, sweetheart. Now, what are we playing?” he asks, looking around the library. “When did you get all the stuff in here? We were gone for like a day.”

“Teamwork, Winchester,” Jo wildly gestures around the room. “We are capable of so many things.”

“I can see that,” Sam grunts. “Jess, a little help here, babe?”

“Nah, let them have fun.”

“Truth or dare! Truth or dare!” Meg snickers when you throw her an angry look. “Y/N was about to tell is if you already fucked.”

“Jess said,” Bela slurs, “you eye-fucked Y/N like insane or something. I forgot.” She sits next to Charlie to watch the others braid Sam’s hair.

“Tell us, Dean!” the girls begin to chant. Jody and Donna stay out of the discussion. They smile to themselves as Dean awkwardly wraps one arm around your waistline, stopping you from grinding your ass into his growing erection.

“That is enough,” Dean raises his voice. “Alright. You will all brush your teeth now, drink water and look for a bed. Just not mine. I will take care of Y/N. She’s drunk, just like all of you. Claire and Alex should already be asleep.”

“Dean, don’t be such a prude,” Charlie whines as the hunter gets up from the pillow to carefully pick you up in bridal style. “Aw, you want Y/N all to yourself.”

“Charlie, you should stop,” Sam warns. “Dean is right. It’s past 4 am. We can extend the sleepover and have a little party over the weekend, ladies.”

“YAY!” everyone cheers. Everyone but you and Dean who carries you out of the library to bring you to his room.

“Dean, I hope you make her orgasm at least twice!” Meg calls after the hunter.

“Oh, my dear. I can tell, he will give her more than two,” Rowena chuckles lightly. “Now, I want one last drink and then, we will call it a day…”

“Drinking, having a party, and talking about sex,” Dean covers you with his blanket. “We are going to have a serious conversation in the morning, Y/N.”

“Why? I wanted to have a party,” whining you watch Dean crawl under the sheets to join you. “Uh—why am I at your room?”

“I must keep an eye on you. Those women are dangerous,” he says, hovering over you to peck your hair. “Next time, invite me too. I love to play truth and dare.”

“Fine, but you’ll pay for the snacks, Winchester.”

“Ya know, we could play another round right now,” watching you turn around he smirks. “Truth or dare, sweetheart.”

“Truth,” you whimper as he leans closer to brush his lips over your cheek.

“Do you want me to make you orgasm?”

“Yes…I think…uh—”

“Good choice,” Dean cups your cheek to kiss you softly. “I’ll ask you the same question when you are sober, sweetheart. If the answer is still yes, I’ll make your scream my name…”

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#dean winchester fanfic #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester SPN #sam x jess #slumber party #dean x reader #spn

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candescentclitoria · 4 years ago

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Soulmate Tracking

Chapter 3

Pairing: Rowena Macleod x Fem! Reader

Warnings: A witch fight, someone getting thrown against a tree, the reader gets held in a ball of tree branches.

A/N: None

Morning comes quickly, the air in the room and outside, humid. Rowena had woken up earlier than normal, the will to find her pendant stronger than her will to sleep in. A knock on her room door brings Rowena out of her thoughts, her rage slipping from her grasp. She opens the door and her eyes land on the hunters helping her with this journey, their clothes wrinkled.

"Are you ready to head out? Because it turns out we're only down the road from where this person is." Rowena nods, clenching her jaw. Finally, she would have the revenge she desired, and then, if the Winchesters were up to it, together they would find her soulmate. The ginger gathers her belongings quickly and struts to the car, placing her bags next to her as she sits. Dean and Sam slide in their seats, Dean starting the car. Sam turns around to face Rowena as they drive, sighing gently.

"Listen, I'm not going to say I understand your rage, but don't kill this person, alright?" Rowena hesitantly nods, turning to look out the window. Dean was right when saying the house was down the road, it wasn't even a two minute drive. The house, light blue with a red roof, two cars sit in the driveway. A small garden sits in the front of it in the form of a circle, lavender, roses, and sunflowers grow there. Sage, Rosemary, and mugwort as well. Dean turns around to face the witch in the backseat as he parks, "Please tell me that this person isn't a witch? Cause’ Sage, Lavender, Rosemary, and Mugwort are used in spells." Rowena looks at the plants closer and nods gently. "They just might be, we just have to keep our guard up." The hunter in flannel groans, climbing out of the car. He slams the door roughly, walking around to the trunk. Sam chuckles and begins to speak.

"He's never liked witches, other than you of course. You're the only one he doesn't want to kill." Rowena scoffs gently and leaves her bags in the backseat of the impala, getting out of the car. Her eyes land on the front door and her anger returns once more. Sam stops her before she can run up to the house, looking down at her. "Don't do anything dangerous unless we have to. That's all I ask." Rowena nods and walks up to the house, but stops as a woman walks out onto the front porch. Her eyes are glued on her hand and she pulls the object from her hand up towards the sky. It's purple gem glows bright and the woman smiles as a woman woman walks out beside her.

"(Y/N) come on, it's probably just the sunlight." The woman shakes her head at the woman and covers the gem with her hand. "Ellie, I'm telling you they're nearby! This is the first time its glowed, don't you see?" Ellie shakes her head and smiles, placing her hand on the pendant wielding woman’s shoulder. "Listen, Amelia and I have found our soulmates, you will too. You just need to give it time." Shaking her head, she looks at the brunette. “Ellie please stop! I love you to death, but I don't want some damn hope speech when you don't know anything about this pendant! We may both be wiccan, but the way this pendant works is hard to understand, I'm surprised I even understand it. So please, stop giving me a hope speech."

Ellie shakes her head and walks back inside of the house, the door shutting with a slam. The woman on the porch sighs and sits on the steps, looking down at the pendant. "Come on, you've never glowed before help me out here." The pendant remains in its spot, the glow still bright. The woman sighs and nods. "I figured it would be like this, take your time."

Rowena growls as she watches the scene unfold. She understood the woman's wish to find her soulmate, the one who would bring her eternal happiness. The anger in Rowena's heart, however, was something that couldn't be swayed. Rowena herself was a patient woman, dealing with the Winchesters easily even with their stupid decisions, but thievery, especially from her, was something that broke the line. She turns towards Sam and looks into his eyes. "Remember what I said Rowena, no violence unless you think it's necessary." The witch shakes her head, "I think it's very much necessary Sam! She stole my bloody pendant for her own selfish needs!"

The hunter shakes his head and looks Rowena dead in the eyes. "Do you not remember that you were using that pendant for your 'own selfish needs' earlier?" Rowena inhales harshly and huffs, "I hate you sometimes Samuel." Sam chuckles and nods, "I'm sure you do." Dean pops out from behind the trunk and smiles, "I hate you too Rowena!" Rowena growls and points at him. "You! Stop that!" Sam smiles and looks at Dean. "Stop it." Dean rolls his eyes and turns back towards the trunk. Sam looks back at Rowena, ready to speak once more, but stops. His eyes land on the woman from the porch, her (H/C) hair shines in the sun.

Rowena looks at Sam and clenches her eyebrows, "Samuel, what is it?" The hunter shakes his head and points behind her. The ginger turns around, her eyes landing on the woman from before. Rowena's hands dangle at her sides and she clenches her fists. The woman speaks up, holding the pendant above her hand. "I um.. I heard you three yelling at each other and well, I think one of you might be my soulmate.." Rowena scoffs, holding her hand out for the pendant. "Perhaps, but I believe that pendant belongs to me."

The woman shakes her head, "No, someone sold it to me." The ginger growls and reaches for the gem. "Likely story." The woman pulls back and places the pendant in her pocket. "Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but I think you should leave." Rowena growls and with one look at Sam, she turns around and sends the woman flying. She lands in her flower bed, crushing rosemary and mugwort. Stumbling to stand, she holds her hands up. "Please stop, we can talk about this." The ginger shakes her head and growls, "No, you stole that pendant from me! Now give it back!"

The woman shakes her head. "I said no, I didn't steal this from you, someone sold it to me. Abi!" Rowena flies into the wall of the house, landing on the hard concrete path as she falls. The woman sends Sam and Dean back against a tree and holds them there. Another woman walks out onto the porch, eyes scanning over the scene before her. "(Y/N), what the hell is going on? What are you doing?" Shaking her head, (Y/N) turns towards the woman. "Amelia, help me alright! This woman is going crazy." She nods towards Rowena and throws her back once more.

"Hold her at bay, I'll deal with these two." Hesitantly nodding, Amelia holds Rowena in place, chanting over and over again. (Y/N) smirks at the hunters and pulls her hand back, letting them fall, then brings it back, slamming them against the tree once more. "Why won't you three listen? I told you all that I didn't steal anything!" Sam shakes his head and groans, "Listen, all we know is that someone stole her pendant. We don't know who exactly, but wouldn't you assume the person who has it is the one who stole it?" (Y/N) exhales harshly, letting the hunters fall to the ground. "Judging by your weapons, you're hunters." She sends the weapons flying to the drain near the road, watching them fall down. "Listen, get her to calm down so we can talk and I'll talk. She needs to learn to be patient and listen."

As she finishes her sentence Amelia flies past her, smashing into the tree. A cry leaves the girls lips and she whimpers as she falls to the ground. "Melia!" (Y/N) turns around and looks at the witch before her, her red hair is messy, puffed up like a lion's mane. Her black pantsuit is covered in dirt and her nails are as well. "I told you I wasn't playing, now give me my pendant!" Rowena threw her hand up and roots came up, surrounding the girl standing before her. Amelia lays on the ground and the hunters run up to her. "Hey, we're gonna get you inside is that okay?" She nods and whines. "Please." Sam and Dean nod, gently picking her up and speeding past the angry ginger.

Rowena growls, her hands coming together as she tightens the roots around the woman, her cries are loud as they squeeze her. Sam runs out onto the porch and yells, "Rowena, stop! She wants to talk about this! She didn't take it, someone sold it to her!" The witch turns towards her friend and growls, "How can you be sure?" Sam sighs and looks down, "Listen, I can't, but wouldn't you like to see if maybe she's telling the truth so you can find the actual thief?" The ginger glances back at the ball of branches, then at the brunette. She knew it would give her great pleasure to squash the wee girl inside of branches, even if she wasn't the thief. But something stopped her, it wasn't Sam, no. It was the glowing of the pendant from within the ball.

(Y/N), as Rowena had heard, was looking for her soulmate and thought that either she, Sam, or Dean was it. Rowena looks up, then down, and with one movement of her hand, the branches flee back into the ground. The woman falls to the ground and gasps, frantically scanning her surroundings. Her eyes land on the redhead and she moves back, pressing herself against the tree trunk. "Please, I-I just want to talk! no more fighting!” Rowena looks at Sam and he nods. She turns back towards the woman, "Let us inside, make me some tea, because I know you have tea based on the herbs you have, and I'll listen. If you prove that you didn't steal my necklace, you'll help us find the thief. In exchange, I'll help you find your soulmate." (Y/N) nods and sniffs, exhaling shakily. "I will, just.. help me up please? My legs hurt."

#rowena x reader #rowena macleod x reader #rowena macleod #rowena #SPN #SPN Fanfic

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thoughtslikeaminefield · 4 years ago

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MJ’s Other Characters of SPN (with or w/o Winchesters) Masterlist

SERIES

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings: explicit, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: IN PROGRESS

The Mud On Your Boots - Donna Winchester x Dean Hanscum

Summary: Dean and Donna finally give in.

Warnings: explicit, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex

Words: 8313 - ONGOING

Temporary Scars - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Benny Lafitte

Warnings: explicit, Angst, Donna has intimacy issues, Dean’s the sweetest, self-sabotage, sort of established relationship, Benny’s swoony as fuck, Dean’s in love, tags on each part

Word Count: IN PROGRESS

Where Is My Shiny Gun? - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings: explicit, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood

Word Count: 7785

ONE-SHOTS

Bad Girls Underneath - Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: “As convoluted as the spell is, the outcome is a thing of beauty.”

Warnings: explicit, magical dick/male gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: about 2600

Because You’re Worth It - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam Winchester ends up with his hair cut shorter than it has ever been.

Warnings: crack-ish, mature, fluff, Dean being insensitive about Sam’s glorious mane, Rowena saving the day

Words: 790

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings: explicit, rimming, choking, dreamlike sex, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3200

Carrion - Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Summary: While Sam sleeps, Ruby plays.

Warnings: explicit, dark contemplation, somnophilia

Words: 341

Celibacy, Interrupted - Jody Mills x Sam Winchester

SPN Kink Bingo Square Filled: Facials

Warnings: blow job, cum on face, sam has no refractory period bc this is fic

Word Count: 573

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 349

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Summer 2019 Follower Celebration Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 629

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1069

I Know All Your Graces - Donna Hanscum x female reader, mentions of Dean Winchester x Donna + reader

Summary: @fandommaniacx asked – Donna x fem!reader with the line “that sounded a lot better in my head” please?

Warnings: explicit, fisting, breast play

Words: 689

Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Summary: @icemankazansky asked: I LOVE YOU, TOO. Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘

Warnings: explicit, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys

Words: 995

Meanwhile… - Sam Winchester x Jody Mills

Summer 2019 Follower Celebration Prompt: I don’t even remember your rules, but listen Sam and Jody hooked up while Dean was banging the porn star.

Warnings: explicit

Words: 500

Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0

Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.

Warnings: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog

Words: 2037

Not Fade Away - Emmanuel!Cas x Meg Masters

Summary: During a pit stop for gas and snacks, Meg promises to keep an eye on Emmanuel while Dean does his shopping.

Warnings: mature, Meg shenanigans, coming while clothed

Words: 357

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna x Jody, Donna x Jody x Sam + Dean (kinda)

Summary: @cracksinthewalls asked: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky showerhead, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display. Really, really enjoy. In fact, once the boys drive off to head home, they decide to help each other work out their frustrations. 😉

Warnings: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, voyeurism

Words: 995

Smokestack Lighting - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Summary: It’s been a long time coming, and the dam finally breaks.

Warnings: explicit, height difference, sex magic

Words: 2201

Till The Clock Struck On The Twelve - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Summary: Jo and Ruby hit the town. Ruby dons a necktie and insists on being called Daddy for the night.

Warnings: mature, purple prose, male gaze forbidden, Daddy Kink

Words: 325

Whiskey, Leather, and Lace - Arthur Ketch x female reader/character

Summary: She doesn't love him.

Warnings: explicit, bondage, panty gag, orgasm control

Words: 400

You Want It, You’re Wanted - Sam Winchester x Gabriel

Summary: Mutual gratification is the name of the game.

Warnings: mature, Wartenberg wheel, tiny bit of blood

Words: 323

#supernatural fic #donna hanscum fic #benny lafitte fic #jo harvelle fic #ruby 2.0 fic #castiel fic #meg masters fic #rowena macleod fic #jody mills fic

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 1 year ago

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Wayward Daughter

Wayward Daughter https://ift.tt/v3AuO6D by seniaasaysstuff05 Where Alexandra Potter is finally found. Mysteries are unraveled and chaos Insues. Watching the Series, Supernatural x Harry Potter. FEM! Oc x Dean Winchester x Castiel. Chapters will show bits and pieces of all the seasons. But will mainly focus of Alexandra and Dean’s romance. Crossposted from my wattpad @moonromano. Only on Wattpad and Ao3. So if you see this on any other platform, please let me know! Words: 810, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), James Potter, John Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Azazel (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Reader, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, John Winchester’s A+ parenting - Relationship, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Cain & Dean Winchester, Gabriel & Rowena MacLeod, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Additional Tags: watching the movies, watching the series, Season/Series 01, Reaction, Protective Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Alive Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Protective Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Parental Ellen Harvelle, Parental Bobby Singer (Supernatural), lily potter is salty asf, Parental Rowena MacLeod, Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Parental Gabriel (Supernatural), Badass Death the Horseman (Supernatural), Fix-It, John Winchester Has Issues, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Original Character(s), Married Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Angels are Dicks (Supernatural) via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/z8VsLag January 07, 2024 at 04:20PM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'#Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Pride Month Collection: SPN EDITIONS 2021

Pride Month Collection: Post Monday, and Saturday All of June 2021

Out of the closet: Finally feeling comfortable you tell Sam your biggest secret, but you think NO you know he can handle it seeing as he is your big brother. (Bisexual)

Celebrate: Dean goes all the way out when pride month comes along. (Pansexual)

Lovers of the night: Meeting through LARPing you fall deeply for the Queen of Moondoor. That night was the most whimsical and adventurous night of your life. (Lesbian)

Pride Birthday: Crowleys daughter's birthday lands in the month of pride. Celebrating with every single rainbow things possible when she comes out to him as (bisexual).

Boys, Boys, Boys: Bobby grew up in a different time, but he'll do anything to support his son. ( Gay)

Darling Sweets: You and Rowena celebrate pride month by dying your hair the rainbow colors. (Lebian)

Still support: Even though you and Benny aren't a part of the LGBTQ+ community it doesn't matter the two of you don't support. (Heterosexual)

Daddy just listen: Being (Bisexual) has always been your secret until your father catches you in a rather uncompromising position with your girlfriend and boyfriend.

Caught red-handed: Jack and his boyfriend get caught by none other than Dean. He takes it better than excepted leaking a few secrets of his. (Gay)

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gayandfairycore · 3 years ago

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Team free will x reader

A/n I’ve been having massive writers block so I’m hoping this is good, atleast in some ways! I am new to writing fanfiction, so any critiques are encouraged but please don’t be mean! :) also this is not proofread so if there’s any mistakes please bring it to my attention! :)

No gifs are mine! Credit to the owners!

Reader is not gendered but it is written with fem presenting reader in mind

Character relations: Jack kline x real world reader (romantic) Sam and Dean Winchester x reader (platonic father/big brother figure) castiel x reader (platonic father figure) Rowena Macleod x teen reader (platonic mother/child dynamic)

word count: 3063

Warnings: blood, glass, passing out, derealisation, panic attack, minor character death.

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Intrusive thoughts raging through your head, suffocating your every move.

Moving through the linoleum floors of a buzzing school, ears ringing, head spinning, blurred figures of vague people everywhere.

Noise, was all you could hear, voices. -None you could differentiate- they all blurred together. leaving a dizzying hue.

Eyes stricken with pale tears, aching for release. Everything hurt, everything felt so unreal, like you were dying.

Scrambling into an empty science supply closet, beakers smashing, as wild hands clash across the table.

Wildly flinging everything that previously resided there, glass smashing on walls, and onto the floor. With every step glass grounds itself into your s/c feet.

Crimson blood spilling with every step, pulling off your backpack and searching frantically for whatever could bring a comfort to you, digging in every pocket and coming up empty handed.

The only thing left if your now empty backpack is a note. Written in dark blue ink, strange simbols litter it’s burnt, and discoloured page.

Blinking a painful blink, and shaking your head to rid this terrible feeling that’s paralysing your heart, pulling your very soul from within your bodily prison.

Losing grip on reality as you read each letter, double appear in your vision, coughs and cries inching out of your throat.

Crawling to the corner of the lonely supply closet, glass digging deeper inside your feet, until you find you can step freely.

A terrible scratching noise with every step you take, glass shards scratching the linoleum floors.

Grabbing the Letter, every word you read inside your head seems like screaming.

But the screams are not your own voice, as a cough racks your body, blood sprinkling out Eyes widening as the state that land on the paper.

A strange blue glow emanating from the letter red tints scattered in, blinking your eyes and moving back

Feet landing on the blood stained linoleum floor shards of glass lye in the crimson puddle.

Frantically trying to grip onto anything in reach, the feeling of glass impregnate your exposed skin.

Bile filling your throat, the paper in hand glowing brighter and bright, as you can feel your legs give out,

Your back slamming against the ground. your brown shirt staining a darker tint.

The force of which you land causes a hacking cough to rupture out of your lungs, blood spilling over your lips. Ears ringing. Sticking warm blood coats the side of your head, blood oozing from your ears, dampening your hair with sweat and blood.

You can’t bring yourself to care, you can’t bring yourself to think. the smell of the linoleum floor and bright white lights of a school encapsulating your vision.

Until there is only white, nothingness, you can feel your body aching blood oozing from every place you could see. A convulsing shake moving your body in uncontrollable spasms, sqeeking out something unintelligible, a gargle of blood swelling up your throat, and out your lips.

Voices calling to you. They all Overlap eachother, pondering how this kid no older then 17 turned up alone and unconscious on the sidewalk blood caking their skin like sweat.

The metallic smell and slight taste of pennies oozes from you, the large group of people surrounding you were sure however you turned up here was unpleasant. Three men with foax fbi badges make their way towards your unconscious body.

They don’t say much, but they command the on lookers to continue what they were doing before, as they bring a woman from the diner to the side, asking if they could use her diner to make sure you were alright.

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Lying you on an uncomfortable metal table in the kitchens and an apron under your head masking as a makeshift pillow. Three figures loom over the h/c. All as clueless as eachother spouting theories of ghosts, demons, and angels.

The youngest of the bunch spouts off a theory of zombies, eyes sparkling at the very thought of the undead rising, only for two gruff laughs to cut his hopes short.

A groan escapes your pale lips, three heads pulling to the sound. The time for jokes were over.

“Sam, dean I think they’re waking up” a soft voice ponders from your left

“What happened… am I dead- oh my god I’m dead! How am I gonna tell my family?! God, I died in a stupid science supply closet…how lame is that! I mean I hate science, how ironic that I’d bleed out surrounded by beakers!”

Your horrified, and slightly annoyed voice exclaims lulling your head to face the three men standing around you, one looks concerned, one looks like they’re trying to stifle their laugh, and the last ones just vaguely concerned, the last one deep in thought of how this teenager is alive.

“Died, did you say?” The youngest one interjects a layer of confusing gracing his pale features.

“Sam, dean, is this possible? Could they be a zom-demon?” He lets out a fake cough to cover his mistake, concern oozing from him, along with excitement.

“I can hear you yknow, and Like I said I was choking on my own blood in a science supply closet. I don’t know how I got? here…” looking around you it was painfully obvious this was not the supply closet or a morgue based on the industrial stove and the layers of freshly baked cookies stacked on metal cooling racks.

It looked like a diner, and these three boys were starting to look and sound familiar, only when you observed the oldest did you realise this was Sam and dean Winchester, and their pretty, and confused companion of theirs was Jack Kline.

By the looks on the winchesters faces they were just as baffled as everyone around them as to how you showed up here a nonverbal conversation echoed between them.

“Youre coming with us” dean finally spoke, a roughness in his voice, and a stern look on his stubbly face.

Grabbing your s/c arms and pulling you roughly to your feet cries escaping your throat as your feet hit the checkered floor, jacks concerned amplifies, he’s never met this person in his life yet he feels so protective of them.

Jack gently reaches out to touch your shoulders, he looks at you through his eyelashes, asking for consent for him to carry you, in his arms.

As you nod your head, he reaches his slightly calloused hands towards your knees and scoops you up in his arms a smile etched onto his face.

Giggles erupting from both of your lips

Carrying you out towards baby there was a tense atmosphere echoing around you. they were wary of you, Sam and dean. But Jack seemed to already enjoy having a younger spirit around.

Sitting in the back of baby, street lamps illuminating your face in orange lights, resting your head against the window. Thoughts running wild in your head and reaching into your pant pockets and feeling the crumpled paper. You knew you’d have to tell them about the letter. But for now, you’d just enjoy the atmosphere of being in baby, classic rock booming over the speakers.

“What’s your name anyway kid?” Dean speaks up looking at your reacting in the mirror

“Uhm, it’s y/n” anxious energy oozing from you

“Well y/n, I’m Sam, this is dean, and that’s Jack” Sam shoots a reassuring smile towards you, conversations soon die after that the only thing heard is the sound of led zeppelin playing through the speakers.

The suns eventually sets, the moon rises high in the sky. Resting your head against the side of the window

A flannel placed over your shoulders. A bashful smile on jacks face, after the movement.

“I thought you might be cold” he mutters a blush coating his cheeks

He gestures for you to place your feet on his lap, moving your feet towards him timidly, Jack inspects the damage of the glass in your feet. If he had a weak stomach he would’ve thrown up.

Layers of skin pulling away and towards the glass, deep enough to show bone, dry blood, and fresh blood littered every inch, sharp glass shards protrude angrily from your heels.

Looking towards your face he can see you’ve dosed off, flannel used as a pillow against the window, dried tears left on your face. A sense of relaxation has finally overcome you, you looked peaceful.

Throughout your interactions with Jack in baby what you both didn’t realise was two eyes that would glance at you both from the rear view mirrors, tension knotted in their eyebrows but soft smiles etched into their aging faces.

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It wasn’t until you arrived at the bunker did you wake up, Jack had offered to carry you again. He was always so gentle.

Sam and dean were still at baby grabbing the boys’ bags. Jack had struggled a little to get you down the stairs, only to be met with castiel confused face at the end of the steps.

Jacks eye brightened as soon as he saw castiel, YPU almost thought he’d drop you and go to cas. Instead he laid you gently on the couch hugged cas, and gave him the basic rundown of what happened

Which was how you got here, sitting in an infirmary bed, castiel scanning you over for your injury’s, YPU thought this was a best time as ever to ask them about the strange letter you had came in contact with

Their reacts differed between eachother dean was upset YPU hadn’t spoke sooner, Sam was intrigued, cas was skeptical of the letter, and Jack was fuming, not at you, but at the fact that a letter with a few symbols in a strange language could do so much damage, to his new friend.

They all pasted the letter between eachother the only person with craftsman ship like that was….Rowena Macleod.

As the three older men had left the infirmary, leaving you alone with the nephlim. Jack had made a start on pulling the glass from your feet in the impala, with some prompting on Sam with what to do.

He couldn’t heal you until he had pulled every shard of glass out of your feet. Every shout, cry, and scream you let out. Was enough to make the boys in the other room to let out a few tears, Jack was whispering words of affirmation, you knew he was trying his best to make sure it was not going to be worse for you in the future.

With the last peice that was burried in your s/c feet you were almost home free, this was the deepest glass, knocking against the bone of your foot gripping Jacks hand, he tried to concentrate on pulling this last one out, once he succeeded, with minimal pain, your body slumped with relief muttering a soft

“Thank you, Jack” eyes rolling to the back of your head, a smile gracing your lips, before you drift off completely a feather light kiss is laid upon your forehead.

And his pale fingers cup your cheeks, a warm white glow emanates from his hands, it looked the same as when castiel would heal Sam or dean.

A proud smile beaming on the young nephlims face as he Walt’s back into the libary, dean cat calling him is heard from behind a computer screen

“Hi, lover boy” dean teases “did you and your girlfriend have fun” a teasing smirk graces his face

“Don’t listen to him Jack, he’s an idiot.” Sam retaliates, a tired look on his face.

“Yeah, well this idiot just found where Rowena is. Take a look Sammy!” Dean exclaims excitedly punching the air, covering his over excitement with a cough and turning his attention downwards towards the computer

“It looks like she’s headed our way.” Sam sighs looking over his older brothers shoulder.

“That’s right boys, hello” Rowena’s Scottish accent cuts in, all the boys jump in fear dean pulling his gun out ready to shoot, only to lower it and let out a relieved sigh

“Hi Rowena” “hey Rowena” “hello Rowena”

The remaining boys greet. her smile only grows, showing her pearly white teeth

“Now” she says clasping her hands in front of her “I believe there’s someone here who I need to see!”

“Yes, um right this was Rowena.” Sam guides her towards the infirmary, opening the door slowly

“she’s asleep but you’re welcome to wait here” Sam shrugs, an outraged exclamation from the other room and two laughs follow.

Jack sitting on the couch arms crossed in front of him. Cas and deans amused faces, are what Sam can see sitting next to eachother at the war room table.

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In the infirmary, Rowena’s concerned face is seen in the chair next to y/n.

“I’m sorry dearie if I knew sending you away, and calling you back so early would’ve caused so much pain; I would’ve waited.” Rowena sighs

“You are still growing, and you’re powerful y/n. Powerful And dangerous, that’s something Jack and you have in common, the winchesters will help you, they’ll help flourish your growing powers. And they won’t use you for their own gain.”

A few tears escape her eyes, she doesn’t care that you’re asleep and that you probably can’t hear anything that she says, she runs her fingers over your cheekbones, and kisses your forehead.

Bestowing a protection necklace over your head and walking towards the infirmary door looking back towards her youngest child. And closes the door.

When she walks back into the libary the boys attention is immediately turned towards her. All asking unconsciously if you and Rowena are alright.

A smile resides on Rowena’s face “ohh yes dearies I’m alright!” She exclaims an octave to high then normally masking it with a cough and wiping her eyes

“It’s about time I tell you boys what’s going on”

“So- so you’re telling me that, that kid in there, is yours?” Dean exclaims in shock

“Yes, dearie. They’re mine, they’re my own flesh and blood!” Rowena states a smile on her pale face

“And the kids from a different universe? Is there a lucifer and micheal there too? Huh! an apocalypse?”

There’s an air of panic in deans voice, he had lost too much when they had medaled with other universes in the past he was not willing to put his family through that again.

“No! No, their world is completely peaceful. Now I don’t know much, I could only conjure up a spell that would send them here. I could not step foot in their world.” Rowena stayed a hard look in her eyes at the start that softens by the end, regretful that she could never have given you to a family of her choosing

“ they were originally from ours, I sent them away when they were just a wee thing. To keep them safe. But now they’re too dangerous for their world. It’s different there we don’t exist, monsters don’t exist.” The Scottish woman sighs out

“Is they was caught using their powers there I fear what would’ve become of them. You took in one powerful kid, so please take in mine.” The red head pleads this was the first time Sam and dean really saw the mothering side of Rowena.

“Alright, we’ll take them in.” Sam agrees with a shake of his head; Jacks beaming face from the couch can be seen in sams peripheral.

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Months had past since the day in the infirmary, your mothers necklace is worn on your neck everyday every training session, every hunt, every shower, it’s never removed.

The boys were wary of you for a few months, concerned that perhaps this was an elaborate rouse to hurt them and the ones they love.

The hardest to win over was dean, easiest was Jack, he had felt immediately drawn to you, you were both attached to the hip, ever since he had healed you.

Afraid that if one another we’re away for too long that they would be hurt, both did not want to lose eachother.

Jack was the most powerful being, it didn’t really need to be protected but it warmed his heart that you’d give your life if it meant saving him. It warmed it, but also made it beat faster then it had ever beaten before.

He would’ve done anything to keep you safe, and as would you. In your normal world the winchesters lives were just a fantasy show, a show that was fictional. Never did you think you’d be in it.

Your first time going up against a vamp after extensive research, and training all thanks to jacks over protective ass was unreal

The adrenaline filled high that raged through you, with every harsh swing of a machete. Flipping vamps over, twisting their arms behind their backs and chopping off their heads sent fulfilment up your spine.

Purple tendrils extending from Your blade like tentacles, slicing vamps heads off and moving around you like a tornado.

Your headphones blaring music; it looked as if you were killing to the beat. Your iris’ glowing a vibrant purple.

Sam, dean, cas, and Jack all watched as you took out a nest of vamps with barely any help. Fear striking the winchesters hearts

Your powers were still festering inside you, they were barely scraping the surface of what you could do.

By the end of your f/s your magic had depleted, leaving you dazed and confused eyes flickering between their normal colour and a vibrant purple.

Jack had run up to you, Lifting you by your waist and spinning you around, a wide smile gracing your faces, as Jack kisses your lips, both moulding together perfectly, reaching up to grab his hair in your hands. He’s the first to pull away, the pout that previously resided on your face was as good as gone with what Jack then exclaimed

“You did it, bear!” Jack his toothy smile beaming up at you, he pecks them corners of your lips as you retaliate

“Was there every any doubt, my sweet” a teasing tone in your honey filled voice a blush covering both jacks, and your face.

Looking over jacks shoulder, only to be met with Sam and deans gobsmacked faces, and castiels triumphant smile

Cas’ monotonous voice cuts in “you own me twenty dollars.” And sticks out his hand expectantly

Both Sam and dean fork over two twenties grumbling that it was just dumb luck cas decided to bet their first official kiss would be on y/ns first hunt with everyone, and not on movie night, or after a successful hunts dinner.

As the boys make their way to baby, you whisper into jacks ear

“You told cas this was going to happen didn’t you?” Confusion clear in your tone, an underlayer of knowingness in your expression.

Jack giggles, and tucks his dirty blonde hair into your shoulders. Shaking your head and picking up your pace towards baby

“Hurry up, lovebirds!” Sam shouts from the passenger seat laughter is heard echoing around the night sky.

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The girl on the bridge (4) - The funeral

Title: The girl on the bridge (4) - The funeral

Summary: You lost your child and life becomes too heavy to keep ongoing. That’s when you meet your guardian angel.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Rowena MacLeod, Fergus MacLeod

Word Count: 1,8 k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, suicidal thoughts, mentions attempted suicide, mentions of child’s death, a funeral, mentions almost drowning, loss of a loved one, implied relationship break-up, fluff

Square Filled for @spndeanbingo: Fire Fighter!AU

Square Filled for @spnaubingo: Ketch

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A/N: Please head the trigger warnings for this story! Take care of yourself. I mention suicide and other triggers.

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Previously on the girl on the bridge…

I found fate on that old bridge and will be damned to let it slip through my fingers…

Now, Dean’s PoV

“Slow down, sweetheart,” I wrap my arm around Y/N’s waistline when she tries to walk toward the bathroom. “The doctor said you need to take it slow. You almost drowned not two days ago.”

“I-I never thanked you,” she sniffles. Y/N doesn’t look at me when she breaks down once again. She hides her face in my chest, crying bitterly. “Abby would be so disappointed in me. How could I do such a stupid thing? Who will remember her when I’m not around any longer?”

“How about we go for a little walk and get some fresh air?” she nods against me but claws at my shirt. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I had breakfast already,” Y/N whispers, sniffling silently. “It was awful.”

“I know,” I laugh, and Y/N looks up at me to crack a smile. She just looks at me with teary eyes, almost as if she wants to find out what to do next. “How do you feel today? Do you need me to call the doctor or a nurse?”

“I’m fine, I think,” she still holds my gaze. Her hand slowly moves toward my face to stroke my cheek. “You saved me, Dean. You’re a hero. Never forget you risked your life to save a stranger.”

“You tried to save Abby too, Y/N,” I lean in her gentle touch, even close my eyes for a moment to forget my father and Ben are still dead and that the girl touching me is as broken as I am. “You almost got yourself killed to save her.”

“It was no use,” she presses a soft kiss to my chin, sighing when I don’t pull away. “Ketch, he tried to stay with me, but I felt the rift between us grow wider every day. No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn’t save what we had. Abby’s death changed everything, and we lost our love.”

I wish I could take the pain away, could save Y/N from the nightmares and the guilt eating her up. “Sometimes grief brings people together and sometimes; they fall out of love.”

“Arthur is not a bad man, but he made it even harder for me to move on. God, how can you move on after you lost your child?” Y/N whispers. “Arthur, he didn’t show his emotions. Not even during Abigail’s funeral did he hold my hand. I broke down and he just walked away and let my friends take care of me after we arrived back at home.”

“Sounds like an asshole to me,” I grit out. “I know he lost his beloved daughter, but you were the woman he was supposed to love. If you love a woman, you don’t leave her alone. Especially not on your daughter’s funeral.”

“It was my fault,” her voice cracks when I cup her face to force her to look up at me. “Dean, I should’ve listened to Abby. If only I listened to her. She wanted to get the cat and ran onto the street.”

“Sweetheart, Arthur was her father. He could’ve taken care of his daughter too. What kind of father invites his boss to his daughter’s birthday party? Stop blaming yourself, Y/N,” I try to make her see it wasn’t her fault.

“Says the man blaming himself for Ben’s death,” she fires back, grinning when I give her a dirty look. “Your father decided to enter the school. He was an experienced firefighter, still, he was careless.”

“Y/N—” I try to argue with the girl in front of me, but she shakes her head and I know, she will give me hell if I don’t agree with her. “He was an experienced firefighter, but he was worried about his son and—”

“He did the same thing you did, Dean. Yes, it was stupid of you to run into a burning building without your equipment, but you wanted to save Ben. You didn’t know he was already dead. Your father did the same to save you, Dean,” she stands on tiptoes to press her soft lips to the corner of my mouth.

“Sweetheart,” I sigh, enjoying her taste on my lips. “It’s still my fault he died. John Winchester could still be alive if only I didn’t lose my mind that day.”

“How about you appreciate he gave his life to save yours? Your father was a good man, just like you,” fuck, she won’t give in. That girl can make me feel like a scolded boy and a hero at the same time. “I wasn’t there that day, but to me, you are a hero. No matter if you saved the boy or not. At least you tried, and that is more most of the people would’ve done.”

“Same goes for you, Y/N,” I press my lips to her forehead, hoping I don’t cross a line when I wrap my arms around her trembling from. “We both need to find a way to move one. But before we can do so, we should talk about what happened…”

“I-I want to begin,” she sniffs, hiding her face in my chest again.

Almost one year ago, Abigail’s funeral, Reader’s PoV…

“Arthur?” I can barely walk with my crutches, but I’m determined to attend Abigail’s funeral. “Where are you?”

“Sorry, he already went downstairs, Darling,” Arthur’s uncle gives me an apologetic smile. “Let me help you, Y/N.”

“Why did he go downstairs without telling me so? I wanted him to help me carry Abby’s favorite plushie. I want them to put it in her—” I choke on the words, remembering my little girl doesn’t sleep in her bed. Now she’s sleeping in a coffin, and I will never see her smile again.

“You see,” Fergus clears his throat, glancing at the plushie I stuffed under my arm. “Arthur doesn’t want you to put the plushie in her coffin,” he drops his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “He’s grieving, Darling. Arthur just can’t show his emotions.”

“He doesn’t want me to put it in her coffin. But she loved it! She loved it and can’t sleep without it!” I cry, sounding like a madwoman. I know, deep down in my heart Abigail doesn’t need the plushie but I want her to have it. It’s the last thing I can do for her.”

“How about you keep it and put it next to her picture?” Fergus helps me put the plushie away before he wraps one arm around my waistline to guide me down the stairs. “Everything is going to be alright, Y/N.”

“No, it won’t,” I whimper. “But thank you for trying to make me feel better, Fergus. I appreciate you try to be there for me.”

“Arthur should be there for you, Y/N. He just can’t right now—”

Rain runs down my face, washes the tears off my cheeks.

I stand next to Fergus and Rowena. Is it odd I feel rejected by the man I love? He refused to stand next to me during the funeral, and I felt like he stabbed my heart.

Rowena holds my hand while Fergus runs one hand up and down my back. I’m close to breaking down when the preacher ends his speech. I whimper my daughter’s name, hand reaching out for Arthur, but he shakes his head, whispering Abby’s name.

“I can’t, Y/N,” Arthur chokes out, looking at me. There is so much sadness in his eyes when he takes the rose out of my hands. “Let me do this. You should go back to the car. Your leg and ribs, you need to recover first.”

“I can’t leave, not without saying goodbye, Arthur,” he huffs but holds out his arm when Rowena whispers something in his ear. “Please.”

“Let’s say goodbye together then…”

Everything after this moment was a blur.

I don’t remember what I said or if I placed a rose onto Abby’s coffin. All I know is that I’m in the backseat of Fergus's car. I feel Arthur’s hand rub circles into my back while I cry into his chest.

“You need to calm, Y/N,” he tries to soothe me, but I can’t hear him. “Y/N, breathe with me, Darling. I know you can do it…”

Now, Dean’s PoV,…

“That sounds awful, sweetheart,” Y/N still leans her head against my chest. She told me about her daughter’s funeral, and I don’t know what to say. “He should’ve been there for you.”

“He lost his daughter. I understood he couldn’t care about me. I was only Abigail’s stepmom but loved her like she was my own,” she whispers sadly. “The only thing I will never forgive is that he said I wasn’t Abby’s mom before he left me.”

“Sonofabitch,” I curse, and Y/N chuckles. She looks up at me, laughing when I exclaim her ex-fiancé was a fucking asshole for telling Y/N so. “He didn’t deserve you.”

“Arthur lost his daughter. That’s the worst thing ever happening to a person. I don’t blame him for leaving me. I just can’t forget the things he said before he closed the door.”

I don’t ask about Arthur again. For today I let Y/N hold tight onto me and just listen to everything she wants to talk about.

“He shouldn’t have blamed you, Y/N.”

“How’s the girl?” my brother sits next to me on my car’s hood. Y/N fell asleep an hour ago and I allowed myself to leave the hospital room to get fresh air and a coffee.

“Better, I think,” what else can I tell my brother? Y/N told me about her daughter’s funeral, and I can’t break her trust in me. “The doctor said she can go home by tomorrow.”

“I was looking for you,” Sam licks his lips, and I know he will ask me a question I don’t want to answer. “I was worried, Dean. Bobby said you want to quit.”

“I needed a few weeks off,” I lie, glancing at the coffee in my hands. “I don’t know what to do yet.”

“Dean, don’t lie to me,” damn my smart little brother; he can see right through my lie. “I know you blame yourself for dad’s death but—” he chokes on his words, jumping off my car. “How could you even consider leaving me too? You are the only family I got left!” he yells. “How could you?”

“Sammy,” I sniff, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. “I’m sorry,” there is no use in lying to Sam. He already knows I wanted to kill myself the night I met Y/N. “I didn’t see the light at the end of a long and dark tunnel but now…”

“You found the girl and think everything is going to be alright?” he huffs. “Dean, you need help. Both of you.”

“We help each other,” I protest. I went to a supportive group, even tried therapy but the only thing giving me new hope is the girl on the bridge.

Y/N, my ray of hope…

>> Part 5

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