#sam winchesterxreader

[fuiabarcelos]

King of my heart 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader.

Summary: You, the queen, have lost the love of your life, Sir Sam, and vow never to fall in love with anyone again.

Bingo: a reputation song - king of my heart .

Genre: Angst and fluff. Au!Royal - 4782 words

Warnings: Grief (I think that's all).

A/N: I'm not fluent in English, so a lot of mistakes can happen.

The crowd gathered in the hall looked at you with every new step you took, admiring your elegance and your attire. Your head was held high as you walked down the aisle among nobles and commoners, ready to take on your responsibilities as queen.   

His father, the king, had died a few weeks before. An unexpected death, as he appeared to be in good health. And, as his only daughter, you were supposed to take over the throne. You weren't afraid, you had been trained and taught to be the ruler of Arcadia since you were a little girl. No one had any doubts that the kingdom would be ruled by a fair queen, and everyone looked forward to the future prosperities in store for the kingdom. 

You were ready to be queen, but you weren't ready to go your own way without him. If your father's death was unexpected, Sir Sam's was even more so. The memories of your father's wake were filled with moments of honor and respect, because he had prepared you for this moment, but the memories of Sir Sam's wake were covered in tears and anguish, because you expected to spend the rest of your life with him. You wanted him to be your best friend, your husband and your king. 

You grew up together, playing and having fun in the halls of the palace. His father, Sir John, was head of the guard, your father's great friend and confidant. The king knew that Sir John raised his children with honor and modesty, and that's why he let you be so close to Sam. Sam would never disrespect you.   

When you were 13, Sam started writing you love letters and you had already told your father that you were interested in marrying him. You were sure that you would never meet anyone like Sam, and your love for each other grew every day. Sam admired you; his gaze was so sweet when he looked at you that everyone in the kingdom knew the feelings you both shared. 

When Sir John died bravely defending the king in an attack on the enemy kingdom, his eldest son, Sir Dean, took over the role of chief of the guard, after which he appointed his brother as your bodyguard, making the two of you even closer.   

Suddenly, however, everything you had came to an end the same night your father died. Sir Sam died a mysterious death, his body wasn't found in its entirety, only a few limbs. A horrible death. You couldn't believe that your love had died in such a brutal way, and you swore that when the person responsible for this was found, justice would be done.  

Here you were, about to become queen, but without the love of your life by your side. 

You sat on the throne. You expected to feel ecstatic as soon as you sat on the throne, but you couldn't have been more indifferent at that moment. Scanning the crowd, you came across some familiar faces: Sir Dean and Marquis Castiel, who smiled at you and curtsied. Looking at Dean, you couldn't help but think of your brother, how proud he would be to be part of your coronation, but he wasn't here, he never would be.   

The archbishop finally took your crown gently and approached you.   

“May I present Y/N, Queen of Arcadia” After saying these words, the archbishop finally places the crown on your head, and you quickly rise from your throne to receive the honors of those present. 

“God save the queen!" Some say.  

"Long live the queen!" Others exclaim.   

That day your reign began, but your life ended the night your great love was killed. You would never love again. 

You had already been queen for two years and the kingdom was more prosperous than ever.   

"How are the preparations for my meeting with Duke Singer?" You asked your lady-in-waiting, Jody, duchess and wife of Duke Singer. They both played important roles in your development as queen, you always saw them as second parents. The duchess was just finishing putting the tiara on your head and fastening it with clips. 

"Everything is in order; the duke is waiting for you in your study." 

"Dear Jody," you said, turning back to face her, "do you know what this conversation is about? Is there something wrong with the affairs of our kingdom? Another rebellion to the south?" You were worried because the enemy army insisted on plundering the crops in the south.  

"Yes, I know why, but I'd rather my husband told you. Please don't be anxious, Your Majesty. As for the south, the enemy army has already been defeated and the people are receiving all the protection they need."   

"That comforts me. I must go and meet Duke Singer now," Jody bowed slightly in reverence. 

Ever since Sir Sam was murdered, you had asked Sir Dean not to put anyone in his place, so you walked alone through the castle corridors, as you would normally do in Sam's company. One of the guards waiting in front of your office door bowed to you and then opened the door where you would meet Duke Singer.   

"Your Majesty, I'm glad to see you. You've been so busy these past few days." 

"The kingdom has been demanding a lot of me lately, Your Grace. Sometimes I think I won't be able to cope with everything on my own but thank heaven I have faithful companions like you to help me." 

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Your Majesty" You were confused, Duke Singer wanted to talk to you about his help in the kingdom? Were you making him work too hard? Or was he thinking of offering his services to someone else? You'd do anything to stop that from happening "The nobles are charging for a... marriage." 

"That subject again!" You exclaimed as you rolled your eyes and turned to leave the room, since you weren't willing to talk about it again.  

"Your Majesty, please listen! I'm not asking you to forget your love for Sir Sam, God rest his soul, you of all people know that i thought of him as a son. I could never ask you to stop loving him, that wouldn't be fair." 

"Then why do you insist on asking me to marry someone? Sam would be my husband, the king of my heart and of this kingdom, no one can ever take his place!" 

"Queen, think about it, imagine how many benefits our kingdom will get if you get married. You know that many kingdoms give up doing business with Arcadia when they find out that an unmarried queen rules it." 

"They don't think I can do it, but I've already proved in these two years that I can." 

"I know you do, but think of your people. If you marry a nobleman from another kingdom, we can expand our army. Many people and soldiers have already died in the fighting to the south and many more will die if we do nothing. A marriage could be the key to our problems." 

"Are you sure about that, Your Grace?" 

"I would never ask such a thing of Your Majesty if I didn't have the purest conviction."  

"You know I trust you with my eyes closed, Bobby. I'm willing to consider suitors if it means my people will be safe." 

"Royal Proclamation  

For the attention of all subjects of the Kingdom of Arcadia,  

It is with great honor and respect that we announce that Her Royal Majesty, Queen Y/n, is seeking suitors for holy matrimony.  

At this auspicious time, the royal court invites all worthy and noble-hearted gentlemen to come forward as potential consorts for our beloved queen." 

Ever since it was announced that you were looking for a husband, the offers had been pouring in. Thousands of princes, lords, counts and dukes had come forward with the intention of obtaining your hand in marriage, but none of them had pleased you enough.   

You knew that none of these gentlemen would receive your love, since you swore that it belonged to only one man and that man unfortunately could not claim the position as your husband. However, you were looking for a man you could at least put up with for the rest of your life. With marriage, you would have to fulfill your role as a wife, but it sickened you to think of lying with any of these noblemen or even giving them children.  

You were about to give up when Lord Gavin introduced himself. His lands were a little far away and he had few plantations, but what caught your eye was his extensive mining of iron, silver and gold and his vast army that possessed the most innovative weapons.   

"I know about your painful broken heart, Your Majesty. I wonder why you took a sudden interest in me," Gavin questioned as you walked through the garden.  

"You know very well what my motives were for giving you the chance to get to know me better." 

"My mines and my army, of course," he said smugly. "You know, Your Highness, I don't judge you for wanting a marriage of convenience. I too lost the woman I loved and swore never to love anyone again, just like Your Majesty." 

"You swear? Tell me more." You'd like to hear Gavin talk about his grief, you were hoping to identify with his story and maybe the two of you could make some big agreements based on your feelings.   

"There's not much to tell. I was only a week away from my wedding to her, but she suddenly fell ill and passed away soon after." He sighed as he looked at the horizon, your gaze followed his and you imagined Sam's eyes when you saw the mixture of the sea contracting with the green moss that covered the mountains, you wondered if Gavin also remembered his beloved as he looked at the scene "I've never felt so much pain, it was as if my soul died along with hers. Since then I've never been close to any other woman, but when I saw the proclamation saying that Your Majesty was looking for a husband, I remembered how similar your story is to mine and your promise never to love another man again. So, I thought we could take advantage of this situation." 

"And how exactly do you plan to do that, Lord? You know that if we get married, we'll have to take on our responsibilities as husband and wife. And it will be impossible to keep our promises..." 

"People don't need to know that we haven't consummated the marriage." 

"But what about the children? I'm sure we'll be asked about the generation of an heir." You asked, feeling repulsed at the thought of begetting a son from him.   

"Many kingdoms don't have legitimate heirs these days. Wouldn't you like to leave the throne to one of Duke and Duchess Singer's daughters?" You immediately thought of Claire and Alex, you imagined that Claire would renounce the throne as eldest daughter because she didn't like the idea of having that kind of obligation, she wanted to be free, but Alex might love to be queen.  Regardless of which of the two assumed the throne, the kingdom would be in good hands.   

"I think you may be right, if you wish, I'll have our wedding announced and I'll make sure it happens as soon as possible."  

"I'm happy with your decision, Your Majesty," Gavin smiled debauchedly, happy that he had managed to convince her. Everything was going according to plan. 

After your conversation with Gavin, you decided to take a walk by yourself to enjoy the morning sun and think about your decisions. Of course, you weren't happy about getting married to someone other than Sam, but this arrangement would be good for both of you, and you wouldn't have to fulfill your role as wife to Gavin. He would just be your sidekick. As you were walking, you were startled, and two hands stopped you.  

"Sir Dean, you scared me!"   

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I didn't mean to."  

"You know there's no need for formalities, Dean. We're friends. What do you want?"  

"Are you in love with him, Y/n?" He asked, his voice coming out lower than usual. 

"No, of course not, Dean! You know that my heart is and always will be your brother Sam's." 

"Forgive me, I don't want you to think I'm judging you. Sam would like you to move on, for this pain in your heart to go away and for you to finally be happy." 

"I would be happy if he were here. But... I'm marrying Gavin, it'll be a marriage of convenience, we've agreed not to consummate the marriage and we won't have heirs, Claire or Alex will take the throne and..." 

"Y/n, you don't have to explain yourself to me."   

"I just want you to know that no one will ever take Sam's place, he'll always be the love of my life.  It was supposed to be him walking me down the aisle."   

"Are you asking for my blessing for this marriage to take place?" 

"I feel guilty for saying yes to another man before the crown and God, I thought if you agreed I would feel better." 

"You know that no matter what I say, this pain won't go away... but if you want to know what I think about this marriage, I think it will be good for the kingdom. I learned about the mines and Lorde's weaponry. We will have a great advantage against the enemy army, and we will be able to free the people from so much suffering. Sam will always be in our hearts, but now the kingdom needs the queen to take some action" You agreed, Sir Dean was right. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes. You've always dreamed of seeing yourself in white, ready to become a wife. Sam's wife. But it wasn't him you were going to marry tonight and the tears that insisted on welling up in your eyes weren't of emotion, but of sadness. You walked to the safe where you kept all the love letters Sam had written to you. 

“My dear Y/n 

Today I was admiring the fine silk that the merchant brought for the making of your next ball gown and I couldn't help but remember how it looked with the softness of your skin. For a moment I was in a reverie, remembering our nocturnal caresses. Your body under mine, while my hands explored your entire body. My mouth on your breasts while you grabbed my hair and moaned softly so no one could hear, soon my mouth was on yours again as I slowly filled you. 

I miss nights like this with you, my brother asked for reinforcements on the battle line in the South and for a while I had to abandon my post as your bodyguard, but I want you to know that I will be by your side again as soon as possible. And we can enjoy our love. 

With love, your Sam” 

“My dearly beloved princess 

I was thinking about the words we said today and, for me, saying I love you wasn't enough. Y/n, you are the sun that lights up my darkest days, bringing lightness and warmth to my heart. I dream about you every night and I always wish to be with you in my arms to love and care for you. 

No one in the world will be able to overcome this overwhelming love I feel for you, I know we are not old enough to get married yet, but I am looking forward to that day. The only certainty I have in life is having you in marriage and becoming yours forever. 

With all the love in the world, your Sam” 

You didn't have time to read a few more letters, as you were interrupted by Jody's presence. 

"It's time, your majesty" When the duchess investigated your eyes, she knew exactly what was going through your head — You need to be brave, Y/n. I'm not saying as your lady-in-waiting, take this as mother to daughter advice. The deal you got with Lord Gavin was great, you won't need to break your promise. 

“I know… I just” You thought about venting and crying into her lap as you grieved over the loss of Sir Sam, but there was no time for that — Nothing. Should we go." 

Your legs shook as you walked down the red carpet alongside Duke Singer, your heart racing with each new step and each new thought that you would soon be Lord Gavin's wife. However, with the shred of courage you had left, you raised your head and continued walking. 

"We are gathered here to unite in marriage Queen Y/n, of Arcadia, and Lord Gavin, of Hellcrest. Lord Gavin, do you accept Queen Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?" 

"Yes, I accept" He replied smiling. Without explanation, that smile gave you goosebumps of fear. 

"My queen, do you accept Lord Gavin as your lawfully wedded husband?" 

Tension was in the air; everyone was eager for your answer. You faced the crowd hoping something would happen so you wouldn't have to marry Lord Gavin, but the only thing that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting the ground. Even the heavens were crying. You took a deep breath, looked at the archbishop and then at Gavin and finally looked back at the crowd, but something caught your attention... someone. 

“Sam” you said softly. Realizing that you had seen him, the tall man ran towards the exit, but no one seemed to have seen him, because when they held your gaze, the gentleman had already disappeared into the fog "SAM!" You shouted, running down the hall while holding up your dress. 

"Majesty!" Duke Bobby ran up to you, holding on tightly, “What’s going on?” 

"Bobby, I saw him. Sam is alive!" 

"This is impossible!" It was Sir Dean's turn to exclaim "I know this is hard for you, Y/n, but it was probably just a mirage. My brother hasn't been with us for two years!" 

"Please, let me go. I swear I saw him. He's here" You tried your best to push away the arms that held you, struggling tirelessly against them. These gentlemen should know that nothing can hold a woman in love. You finally managed to escape and ran as fast as you could to try and catch up to your loved one. 

The rain and fog obscured your vision, but you continued running in the direction where you thought you saw Sam go. Because of the wet ground you slipped, but when you were about to fall, two strong arms caught you. When you looked down you realized that if he hadn't restrained you, you would have fallen into a huge cliff. You finally looked up and your stomach dropped when you saw Sam's face looking down at you with concern. 

“I got you” he said as he pulled you closer. 

"Sam, my love, you're alive!" Your hands went to his face, brushing away the wet strands that covered his face. Sam's smile soon appeared on his lips. 

"I'm right here, my princess... I mean, my queen" Sam's lips quickly met yours, his grip tightened on your hair as you lost yourself even more in that kiss. Your hands snaked all over his body to make sure you weren't dreaming, the kiss was long and when it ended, you could barely breathe "Come on, we have to go." 

"What? Go where?" You looked back and a half dozen men holding torches and swords towards you "What's going on?" 

"We have to go; I need to keep you safe. We'll talk later" So you started running, your feet hurt from the tight shoes, but you blindly trusted Sam. 

"Come on, come in!" Marquis Castiel was waiting for you two near a carriage "Quickly, quickly" You entered the carriage and the door soon closed, Marquis Castiel sat down next to the coachman and the vehicle began to move quickly. 

You finally had a minute to take a deep breath, Sam left you to himself and started placing kisses on your head. 

"I'm sorry for staying so long for so long and making you believe that I had died. You don't know how painful it was for me too, having to stay away from my loved one for two years." 

"Why did you do that, Sam?" 

"Because I saw who killed your father. It was all Gavin's big plan. On the night of the king's death, I saw Gavin attacking him and throwing poison into his mouth, it took seconds for your father to die. When I drew my sword to kill Gavin and avenge the king's death, his henchmen attacked me. There were many of them and there was no other knight around. Until Gavin saw you walking along your balcony and pointed a gun in your direction, he said I should go with him or else he would shoot you. He kept me imprisoned for a few days, hoping that I would give out any secret information about our kingdom, but I certainly didn't. 

"If you managed to escape, why didn't you come back to our home and tell me what was happening?" You were confused by so much information. 

"Lord Gavin's men were already infiltrated in your palace; I couldn't put your security at risk. I don't know why it took him so long to put the plan into action, but it gave me time to think about how I would stop him. After many weeks of travel, I managed to reach the kingdom of Hellcrest and talk to King Crowley. I discovered that Gavin's rank had been demoted from prince to lord and he had lost the right to the throne because he was against the laws of the kingdom." 

The carriage was moving a lot and you got even tighter in Sam's grip. 

"The army that insisted on attacking Southern Arcadia was commanded by Gavin. And it began to spread among the nobles that the Queen of Arcadia should soon find a husband. Until the proclamation was published that you were willing to marry. His plan was to marry you and kill you, the same way he killed your father, on your wedding night." 

"He knew exactly how to manipulate me, telling me about the woman he had lost, that he would never fall in love again and about marriage of convenience. He knew exactly what I needed to hear, that I was reluctant about marriage, so he proposed a marriage of convenience" You looked into Sam's eyes "Sam, I never got over you. I promised to never love another man..." 

"I know, Y/n. I was aware of everything you were going through during those two years. Dean told me everything." 

"He knew?" Sam casually. Dean had nicely mentioned it to you "So, him giving the wedding his blessing was part of your plan?" 

"Yes. I told all my discoveries to King Crowley, who was disappointed with his son's new attitudes, so he made himself available to help. I came to Arcadia, along with Hellcrest's army to stop Gavin." 

"What's going on in the palace right now?" 

"King Crowley's soldiers are fighting Gavin's men." 

"Sam, I can't let my people be in danger! We need to go back there. I can't run away while people die." 

"My queen, I assure you that everything is under control. Gavin must already be dead or imprisoned and his men must have already surrendered. Everything is fine, I promise." 

"So, now we can live our love?" 

"I now pronounce you man and wife!" Sam's lips brushed against his with delicacy and passion. Married.

"I will always be yours, my queen," Sam said as he looked into her eyes.

"You will forever be the king of my heart."

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fuiabarcelos 

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Champagne problems: Is love pain?

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Sam WinchesterxReader

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MINORS DNI. 18+ Only. Pairing: (Y/N) x Sam Winchester Summary: Sam Winchester and you had a drunken engagement the night before. Are there still feelings there? (NSFW. Impatient and rough Sam.) (More fluff than sex!) Word count: 2785 Warnings: Fem!reader, nsfw 18+, use of (Y/N), praising, bruising, fingering, oral sex (F&M receiving), unprotected p in v, begging, stretching, shushing, nicknames, morning after pill mentions.

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“Hey.”

“Hi.” I looked at the stranger across the table from me as he sat down, and his throat worked.

“How have you been?” He rasped. I nodded slowly.

“I’m okay. Even since you left the table about five minutes ago.” I whispered, wanting to laugh, but it wasn’t the time. “You?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m doing okay. I’m just sleepy after last night.”

I blinked at him and nodded. It was a stupid drunken mistake, which got us up at seven a.m. in a panic, running to the pharmacy for a morning-after pill. I was wearing his clothes, consumed by his scent. His shorts were tied tight around my body, ones that he said didn’t fit his hips anymore. But I looked like I was drowning in them. I had one of his white shirts on, tied at my hip, so it seemed somewhat normal. He was tall, and his jawline was as sharp as a knife. I could see why I wanted him when I was drunk.

“You mean hung over?” I smirked.

“I am so sorry again.” He blurted shakily after a beat. My face fell, and I gave him a look.

“Sam,” I said quietly, my eyes searching his face. “It is Sam, right?” 

“Y-yeah.” He stuttered, and his brows furrowed like he was concentrating.

“(Your name), right?”

“Mhm.” I hummed, and his face relaxed.

I played with the wrapper from the straw I put into my water cup. We were sitting in a diner right across from the pharmacy where he bought me the pill. I placed the small silver tab with the pill inside under my napkin while I waited for our food. 

He insisted on talking about it and feeding me.

“We were two very, very drunk adults who made a mistake,” I said softly. “It’s okay,” I reassured.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He breathed out softly, looking over me like I was fragile and could crack at any moment.

I had bruises on my hips that he saw when I changed into his clothes this morning. A few hickies littered the tops of my breasts, and one huge one ached in the middle of my stomach. I splayed my fingers out over my shirt and lightly brushed the sore skin. 

“I’m fine, I promise.” I flushed. “I just wanted to eat before I took the medicine so I wouldn’t get too queasy.”

“Well, I’ll still buy your food.” His eyes trailed down to the paper between my fingers, which I was folding anxiously.

“You don’t-”

“Shush. Let me do this one thing.” He chuckled, and it made me smile.

“Fine.” I grinned, putting the paper down.

“You look pretty when you smile.” He said quietly, and I flushed a deeper shade of red. The way he was leaning back, looking at me so smugly, made butterflies erupt in my stomach. 

Images of last night flooded me when I blinked. My white dress, the one with the little cutouts around my midriff, slid down my legs as he pushed me forcibly against the wall. My ears rang.

“Thanks,” I whispered shyly.

The waitress grabbed my attention as she set our food in front of us, and I shifted backward to make room for my plates.

“Does everything look alright?” She asked. The plates just kept coming. I think we ordered enough for four people.

“Yes, thank you,” I replied softly.

She winked at me before she walked away. I started to tuck into my food, and he followed suit.

“So what-” We both said at the same time after a few beats of silence. I chuckled.

“You first.” He smirked.

“So what made you go to that party?” I asked curiously, tipping my head and eating a bite of bacon.

“It was actually my brother, Dean’s party.” Sam nodded, and I went a little wide-eyed.

“Really? I’ve known Dean for years.” I chuckled.

Sam gave me a weary look, and I waved my hand.

“No, no, nothing like that. From work, I work at the front desk there.” I explained. 

Dean was working with me at a nearby mechanic's shop. He would work on the cars and pester me every morning in passing, but our relationship didn’t go past that.

“What do you do for work?” I asked Sam curiously.

He chuckled, deep and rumbly. A smirk appeared over his lips. “I thought it was my turn to ask a question.”

“Sorry.” I grinned.

“I’m just kidding, uh- I’m a lawyer.” He said almost shyly. I tipped my head back and looked over his face.

“No kidding?” I asked as more of a question.

He chuckled. “I wish I were joking.”

I smiled and ate a few bites of my pancakes, thinking to myself.

“Do you remember how we met last night?” I asked softly. I was mainly confused, trying to remember.

His throat worked, and he pushed a hand through his messy, long locks.

God, that hair.

Then it clicked between us as we locked eyes, and I burst out laughing. His cheeks tinted pink as he answered.

“Dean.” He nodded slowly.

“Your fucking brother set us up.” I grinned, hiding my smile in my hand for a moment. He chuckled and kept eating his food.

The pink of his cheeks didn’t dull for a long while, until after we finished our food. I had taken my pill, and I started to feel a lot better about everything.

We paused at the front door right after he had paid. I met his green eyes, and my throat worked. He held the door open for me, and I stepped out into the street.

“I can pay for your cab.” He said softly. I patted my pockets for my phone.

“I don’t have my phone.” My throat went dry, and I began walking in the direction we had come from, back toward his car.

“Did I have it in the car?” I asked with a hint of panic in my voice.

“Let me look under the seat.” He went to the passenger's seat and kneeled on the sidewalk, feeling under the seat.

“I’ll take you back to my apartment just in case.” He stood up and walked around to the driver's side door. I hesitated for just a second before I got back into his car. My white dress, which I had folded neatly and put on the seat, went into my lap.

I watched Sam’s eyes fall on it as I clicked my seatbelt on. I swear I heard his breath hitch. Maybe he was remembering, too.

“What?” I whispered.

“Nothing.” He said dryly before pulling out into the street.

The ride back to his house was anxiety ridden. My knee was bouncing rapidly. Sam’s long fingers extended out over my knee to calm me down.

“Hey, we’ll find it.” He tried to soothe me, and I stopped shaking my leg. I put my fingers over the top of his and squeezed them gently.

And I believed him.

I tore through his bedroom at record speed. So fast, I ended up finding a little foil packet wrapped in the sheets. I breathed out a breathy laugh and held it up to him.

“You just wasted about fifty bucks.”

He looked at me, his face pale until a chuckle rumbled through him.

“Jesus. Hey, I still didn’t mind doing that for you.” He shrugged, and I smiled at him.

I reached down between the bed and the wall, feeling the cool glass before I picked it up.

“Oh, thank god.” I breathed out shakily.

I tapped on it, but it didn’t light up.

“Do you have a charger?” I asked him, and he bent down to grab the long white cable.

He passed it to me and I plugged it in, sinking onto his bed.

 He sank into his sheets opposite me.

“Can I ask you a question?” His voice sounded hoarse now, as if he were not truly himself.

“Yeah,” I whispered, nodding my head. The way we were talking in hushed tones, like we were telling secrets, was getting to me. Just say it, Sam.

“Would you ever want to do this again? Properly, I mean.”

The air crackled between us when I looked into his green eyes, and I flushed.

“Uh- yeah.” I nodded my head, giving him a big smile.

“Yes,” I whispered more surely.

He smiled and nodded his head toward the TV mounted on the wall.

“Could I start by giving you the aftercare you probably needed last night?”

He was more confident now. A laugh slipped out of me.

“Sure,” I whispered, nodding. He pulled back the covers, and I slipped into them. His arm wrapped around my hips easily as he turned on the TV. Our awkward little cuddle made me shift. I adjusted his hand to be over my waist and to wrap over my stomach instead. His front pressed into my back, and he nuzzled his nose into my neck.

I hummed.

“You’re so soft.” He commented next to my ear.

“Shhh- you feel good like that.” I shushed him, blushing bright red. I pushed back into him, and he grabbed my stomach, pushing me back into him more.

“Can I see what I did?” He thumbed at his shorts around my hips, and I nodded slowly.

I gently pulled them to where he could see that I was bruised.

“Jesus- I’m so sorry.” He ghosted his fingers over them, and I quickly shook my head.

“It’s okay. I probably asked you to go harder.” I smiled, and he laughed against the back of my neck as he settled down.

His fingers extended out over the little patch of exposed skin, and he pressed a searing kiss behind my ear. My breath hitched.

“Mm- then I like them then.” He gently pushed into the small bruises, and I whimpered softly.

“I’ll be honest, I fucking love them. Even if I don’t remember exactly how they got there.” I trailed off.

“Would you like to remember?” He asked next to my ear, his hot breath tousling my hair a little.

“Would you like to remind me?”

“Yes.” His voice was hoarse, and I soon found myself sitting on top of his lap fully. He made me straddle him, facing him. Holy fucking shit. No wonder I was so sore. I could feel everything. The way the thin barrier of my shorts rubbed against his jeans was like a drug to me.

His fingers dug into my skin over my stomach, and he sighed, looking up into my eyes.

“I promise you I don’t do this with a different girl every day.” He admitted, and I nodded, bending down so our lips were mere inches apart.

My hips shifted forward, and he gasped quietly. My pubic bone felt like it ground his perfectly.

“I know, I can tell. You’re too sweet to be a playboy.” I whispered, a grin spreading across my face.

His thumb reached up, and he brushed over my bottom lip.

“Let me taste you.” He begged.

I nodded. Soon enough, his lips were on mine, lapping hungrily like he got what he wanted—needed even.

He rolled his hips up into mine, and I whimpered into his mouth. He took my slightly parted lips as an invitation and snaked his tongue into my mouth.

“Is it bad-“ He kissed me and parted softly. “That I can still hear your soft little moans in my head, your begging. You’re fucking addicting.” He hissed.

His hand went to the front of my shorts, looking for permission in my eyes. I nodded once. He surprised me by immediately cupping my core between us. His hand dug into the skin around it softly, and I gasped. My hands found the back of his shirt, and I tightened my grip on it.

“I-“

“Hm?”

“I need you.” I spit out.

Before I knew it, he was knuckle deep in between my slick folds, two fingers deep and giving me no time to adjust.

I curled in on myself and moaned out loudly.

“Oh fuck-“ He gasped at just how wet I was. It immediately coated his fingers, and I whined as he started to pump in and out of me slowly.

“There’s my sweet girl.” He whispered against the base of my throat. His lips kissed over my collarbone, then my neck. He licked a line up my neck to my ear, letting a shiver run through me. I had never been pleasured like this, ever.

“Tell me what you want.” He kissed my jaw, and I relaxed, tipping my head back into the mattress.

“I- want more,” I whined. “So much fucking more!”

He went harder, finger fucking me until I stopped thinking. I moaned out loudly. He gently spread my legs more, pushing his knee in between them, pinning my left leg under his right.

“Shhh-“ He said softly into my ear, kissing right under it.

“Like this?” He curled his fingers, and I squeezed my eyes shut, nodding my head.

“Yes!” I gasped out.

“God damn- I’m never letting you out of this bed.” He grumbled in my ear. I tipped my head and kissed him roughly, silencing myself.

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to my lips before trailing them over my cheek, then down my jaw.

“There you go, baby girl. Can you ride?” He asked. I weakly reached between us and unbuttoned his jeans. His hand slid out of my too-tight shorts, and I slid off his lap briefly. He raised his hips, and I watched him slide his jeans down with his boxers. He was bigger than I remembered, or even felt through my shorts.

“Oh my god-” I blurted. Soon enough his hand was in my hair and half of his cock was in my mouth. I sucked until my cheeks hurt. A moan rippled out of him.

“So- good.” He panted loudly, and I bobbed my head up and down slowly. My lips wrapped tightly around his cock.

He became impatient and started to pull on my shorts, tugging them down from the back first and yanking them until my full ass was exposed. He spanked me and I chirped loudly around his cock.

“Fuck.” He whined. 

Then I became impatient. I lay on my back and lifted my hips. Sam stopped me by grabbing hold of my wrist.

“Let me.” He whispered, retracting it. He was between my thighs suddenly. He took off my shorts, revealing me fully.

“Would you like to ride me?” He asked again, resting his chin on top of my knees, and I nodded eagerly.

“Okay, baby. Just let me get a little taste first.” He huffed, and before I could say anything, his tongue was pressed flatly to my clit.

I let out a throaty moan, and he gripped my hand. He ate me out like it was his favorite task. His free hand glided up my side and to my breast. He had me pinned down where he wanted me.

When he flipped us over I easily straddled his lap again, sitting down right on his cock but not inserting it. I let him guide me down on him. He was easy with it, checking my facial expressions. Every time I winced, he paused and let me adjust.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He swiped over my sensitive clit, making me shudder.

He was finally entirely in me.

“Move, please,” I whispered, holding his gaze.

“Are you sure?”

“Sam-” My voice shook, and he nodded, gently starting to move me up and down on him slowly. My thighs were too shaky to move at first. He had me by them, digging his fingers in like he owned me.

“Oh my god.” I whimpered, and he slightly picked up the pace. He was pounding me, stretching me. My thighs shook feverishly, and he gave me a look.

“I can’t last long- not with how tight you are.” He rasped.

“Go harder then, I need to-” I nodded. He grabbed my hips instead of my thighs, and he started to wreck me. Pounding up into me and making me forget how to breathe. I was gasping for air. He pressed his mouth to mine and nodded. He was going to. I nodded in reply. My walls clenched around him, and he gasped against my lips.

I cried out as I came around his cock, he held me down and pumped me full. I relaxed in his arms.

Once I found my head again, I laughed, tipping my head to his shoulder.

“What?” He asked softly.

“You’re going to have to waste another fifty bucks,” I whispered.

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[sams-kinky-girl]

Sweet Tooth

(GIF Not Mine)

Summary: Sam meets a girl who works at a bakery.

Word Count: 700

A/N: This is a completely fluff-filled, self-indulgence and I am not sorry at all. I hope you enjoy!

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“No Dean,” sighed the tall man. “We don’t need any more pie.” The two hunters had just finished a case in a small town and were walking back to where they parked the Impala when they passed by the small bakery. There was a small hand drawn sign in the window that read: Home-Made Pie, Baked Fresh Daily! This was the sign that caught Dean’s attention.

“Nonsense Sammy!” Dean exclaimed already halfway through the door. “We always need more pie.” Sam could do nothing but follow his brother into the shop.

The inside of the bakery smelt amazing. Dean made a bee-line straight for the massive glass case full of sweets and baked goods. Sam however was frozen just inside the door. Sitting behind the register was a girl. Most might call her plain, but Sam thought she was absolutely perfect. Her (Y/H/C) hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she wore a large cardigan around her frame. It almost looked like a blanket rather than a piece of clothing. She was wearing a pair of glasses that slid down her nose which was buried so deep in the thick book she was reading she hadn’t yet noticed the two men. Sam was grateful for the moment he had to compose himself before he approached her.

He gently cleared his throat and the girl jumped. “Sorry,” Sam said with a small smile. “My name is Sam and that’s Dean.”

It was the girls turn to get her thoughts in order. Standing before her was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. The other man was also handsome but he had nothing on the giant with the soft eyes. It took her a few breaths to pull herself together enough to speak. “Welcome to the bakery! What can I get for you two gentlemen?”

Dean scoffed at the word, “I don’t know about gentlemen, but I gotta have one of those pies. Do you have cherry?” The girl hopped down off of her stool and walked over to stand behind the case.

“As a matter of fact we do. They just came out of the oven a few minutes ago, I think they are still warm,” she said and her words made Dean practically drool on the glass. The girl gently took out one of the pies out and expertly wrapped it in a box. She handed the box to dean and turned back to Sam. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

Dean answered before Sam had a chance, “Him? Oh no he doesn’t eat sweets. He’s too full of rabbit food.” The glare Sam sent Dean was murderous.

The girl giggled and Sam’s annoyance vanished instantly. “Well then, Bugs,” she smiled at him. “How about my famous carrot cake cupcakes? They’re my signature item.”

“Sure, they sound great,” Sam quickly replied before Dean had a chance to open his mouth again. “I’ll take two, please.” The girl quickly placed two of the treats into a small box and placed it atop the pie box in Dean’s hands. She then slipped back over to the register to tally up their total. Sam paid while Dean shouted a quick thanks over his shoulder already headed out the door. “So,” Sam began, “I never caught your name.”

“Oh, sorry,” the girl blushed. “It’s (Y/N). No one ever bothers to remember it anyway. They don’t seem to care”

“Well, I definitely care,” Sam said softly. “I was actually gonna ask if I could take you out sometime, maybe for dinner or just some drinks or something?” He looked a little embarrassed as he asked.

The blush on (Y/N)’s cheeks deepened. “Sure,” she smiled up at him. “I get done tonight at 5.”

Sam grinned widely, “Perfect. I’ll come back then and pick you up?” (Y/N) nodded.

As Sam left the bakery, his steps felt lighter and he would swear the sun felt warmer than usual on his skin. Dean noticed the change in his brothers demeanor instantly. “I’m going to the bar alone tonight aren’t I?” He asked.

“Yes,” Sam replied with a slight smirk. “And I’m gonna need the car.”

[thewnchstrs]

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done something like this, and I- I really don’t want to mess this up.”

[nataliehasanimagination]

Teleportation

Pairing- Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings- None

“Teleport?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Can you teleport? Cas can teleport. He does it all the time.”

“Um, I don’t know,” Jack said.

“Y/N,” Sam said. “Leave Jack alone, he’ll figure out things in his own time.”

“I was only wondering, I wasn’t pressuring him to do anything.”

“Mhm, go get ready for the hunt.”

“When you figure out how to teleport, let me know,” I whispered to Jack. “I’ll show you a good time outside of motel rooms and the bunker.”

“Y/N Winchester!” Sam yelled.

“I’m going, I’m going.”

[themind-on-paper]

You’re Safe

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Wordcount: 279

It was one of those days...

Your thoughts were haunting you again. You woke up with nightmares and sweat dripping from your forehead. This was the third night in a row.

You didn’t tell the boys yet but the dark circles under your eyes were saying enough.

You walked into the kitchen, both boys sitting at the table with their coffee in their hands. 

“Morning sunshine, ”Dean said.

“Morning.” You said towards him, walking straight towards the coffee machine.

You could feel their eyes on you. You took a cup from the cabin above you and purred a cup of coffee.

“Is everything okay Y/N?” Sam asked.

You took a sip of your coffee before looking towards them.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” The words came despreaded out your mouth then you expected.

“Are you sure?” Dean said. His face showing worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You gave them a last smile before leaving the kitchen.

The day was horrible to get through. You were getting tired and slow doing the simpled jobs. And the boys didn’t let you take a step without asking if you were okay.

The night had fallen. You were laying in bed staring at the ceiling. You were trying to go to bed in a positive mind, maybe you're nightmares would stay away.

“Y/N, wake up. Everything is okay.” You heard Dean’s voice said.

“You're safe,” Sam said right after.

You opened your eyes and saw Dean’s hazel green eyes look towards you.

A smile appearing on his face when he saw you looking towards him.

“We will protect you. You’re safe.” He said putting a few of your hairs behind your ear.

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[sakuwriteshere]

The Unknown Season - Chapter 1: Awakening

Summary:  Reader went to bed just like any other night but once the reader wakes up she’s not in her bedroom anymore. (I know it's pretty lame but I don't want to give away the plot yet)

Pairing: Dean WinchesterxReader, Sam WinchesterxReader (friendship)

Warnings: None I can think about. Swearing maybe?

Words count: 1413

A/N: I know this plot had been use too many times already, but this idea came up one day and wouldn’t disappear, so I had to write it down. The story is set up after season 12 but it's kind of AU because Castiel is still here and the only fact that I kept from the season finale is Crowley's death.

English isn’t my first language and it’s been way too long since I wrote in English so I deeply apologize for any grammar mistake/error.

Last thing; this is going to be a series but I’m not sure of what to think of it so please feel free to give me any constructive feedback.

Disclamer: I do NOT own Supernatural or any character of the show which are the CW company properties. This work is for free entertainment only.

                                                 Chapter 1: Awakening

It was the end of the day at last. You hated Mondays and not only because it was the beginning of the week. It meant that you started another long and suffering week of work. You hated your job. Well, to be honest you enjoyed your job as a waitress, it was the customers you didn't like. The grabby customers. What was so sexy in wearing an apron anyway? You swore men would only be thinking with their lower brain when they got a glimpse of the little attire.

You threw yourself in your couch and sighed heavily. You took off your shoes and tucked your legs under you. The house was silent which felt good after the whole noisy night at the restaurant. You enjoyed the silence for a moment, closing your eyes and hoping the migraine you had for almost an hour would leave you alone. Half an hour had passed, and you decided to take a shower before relaxing in your living room.

The hot water felt great and you realized that the migraine left, indeed. A good point since you wanted to have a glass of red wine before going to bed. Once you got out of the bathroom you put on your pajamas which consisted of a pair grey shorts and tee with the big face of Hello Kitty in the middle of it with a slight touch of pink making the whole thing a bit girly. You took a wine glass and poured a generous amount of the red liquid then went to sat on your couch again. You grabbed your laptop and started it. You checked your e-mails then went to your favorite website to indulge your guilty pleasure: reading fanfics.

You loved reading. Your living room walls consisted of bookshelves full of books. Fantasy, thrillers, romantic novels, ... You read everything, you weren't picky. If the story was interesting, the plot believable and the characters realistic it was enough for you.

You picked a Supernatural fanfiction, the hiatus having the best of you. You couldn't wait to see what would happened in the next season and thanks to the wonderful community of fans, you had something to entertain you before the next season premiere.

As you felt your eyes closing and the words in front of you becoming a blurry mess, you checked the clock on the wall and realized that it was already 3 in the morning. You had a late shift the next day so it didn't bother you so much, knowing you could sleep late in the morning. You closed your laptop and dragged your feet into your bedroom. It didn't take too long before you fell asleep.

In the middle of the night you woke up, consciousness poking your sleepy brain, but you didn’t open your eyes. You felt dizzy and your you became aware of the sweat in your lower back and the back of your neck. You ignored it and fell asleep once again.

When you finally opened your eyes the next morning, your hand patted the side of the bed, and strange habit you had for as long as you could remember without knowing the reason behind it. It was empty, as always. However, the bedsheets didn't feel like the ones you were used to. It felt like soft silk and you knew your bedsheets were made of cotton. The air around you felt heavy and a strange scent hit your nose: dust. It felt like the room had been closed for a long time. You sat up on your bed and that was when reality hit you: You weren't in your room.

You couldn't see a single thing inside the room since it was pitch black which was the problem, you knew it was morning time so where was the sunlight? More importantly where was your window? Your heart started to beat faster as panic rose inside of you. With a trembling hand you patted around you in hope of finding a lamp next to you. You sighed as your trembling fingers brushed against a button and once you pushed it a soft light let you see where you were.

You weren't in your room, of that you were sure now. The few old furniture around you weren't yours and your eyes stared at the boring walls. Yep. No windows.

You jumped from the bed, your brain thinking about hundred scenarios. You've drank too much the previous night and went with a strange guy. Or you've been kidnapped in the middle of the night by a strange guy and now were his prisoner. And so, on and on. Whatever you were thinking it was always a bad thing. So much for being an optimistic woman.

So why the room felt kind of familiar?

Without thinking; your hand reached for the doorknob. You knew it was useless, the psycho who kidnapped you wouldn't leave the door open, but you had to try.

It opened.

Well, your psycho was an idiot. Or maybe that was what he wanted you to believe?  Maybe he let it open so you could try to escape and he would chase you? That was the only explanation you could think of and despite the fear you had to try to escape anyway. You opened the door slowly, silently praying that it wouldn't make any noise.

You took a deep breath before heading inside a dim corridor, your bare feet sliding softly against the cold tiles. It looked old and again you couldn't suppress that strange feeling as everything around you felt somehow familiar.

You walked slowly through the long and scary corridor, hoping no one could hear your heart beating hard against your chest.

"What the..." you murmured as you ended in a big room.

It wasn't feeling familiar anymore. You recognized this place perfectly well, despite the fact you've never been there before.

The bookshelves, the long white columns, that big wooden table lightened with lamps, those three little stairs that lead to another room, you were in the...

"...Bunker?"

Your head snapped when you heard a creaking sound. They really needed to put some oil on those hinges, you thought. Footsteps followed, two pairs of footsteps to be exact and you were frozen in place. That couldn't be, you must be dreaming. Right a dream. A very vivid one.

"I'm just saying it doesn't need to be slimy fluids you know?" You would recognize that voice anywhere. It became louder as the seconds ticked.

Your eyes wide and your breath stuck in your throat, you realized that Dean Winchester stood at the top of the stairs, looking behind him, certainly looking at...

"Sammy, are you listening?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Dean." Sam answered his brother in a tired voice. He put a hand on his older brother's shoulder and was going to add something when his eyes fell on something in the middle of the room. The features on his face changed as his grip tightened on Dean's shoulder. The older Winchester looked in the same direction and furrowed his brows. The three of you stared at each other for a few seconds, your face mirroring your disbelief while there was only shock on theirs.

"Hey!" Dean shouted as he grabbed his gun from behind his back and pointed at you.

You were startled when you heard him shout but you still couldn't move. You watched them climbing down the stairs guardedly, both pointing at you with their guns.

"I said 'Hey!'" Dean repeated as he came closer but stopped when he was at a safe distance.

Of all the things you could say at this moment, the only words that came out from your mouth were "You did. Twice. Good for you."

You giggled slightly, remembering the quote from that famous episode. At least that confirmed once thing; you were dreaming.

The brothers shared a look without lowering their guns as you started to laugh. You always laughed when you panicked. Finally, your limbs started to move again and you grabbed your head with your hands as everything around you started to swirl. You felt a cold sweat in the back of your neck and felt dizzy.

Sam's grip tightened on the trigger of his gun as you started to move, your laughter subsiding; but before you had the time to say anything more he saw your eyes rolling back and your body falling heavily on the ground as you felt into oblivion.

Chapter 2

[fuiabarcelos]

Supernatural (Taylor’s version)

Hello hunters and Swifties!

I love reading supernatural stories inspired by songs and I'm addicted to Taylor Swift, so I decided to recommend stories inspired by her songs.

If I find more stories I might think about doing a part 2 or an update.

1 - Speak Now: By @darling-i-read-it

“Based on the song speak now”

Info: One shot - 1100 Words

Warnings: “Hexing being a bad thing, weddings, Fluff.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

2 - Speak Now: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7, Episode 8) During a trip that was meant to be a vacation, (Y/n) and Dean are met with some very surprising new from Sam and an old face.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: One shot - 1695 Words.

Warnings: “Drugging, threats of violence” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

3 - When I saw your face: By @seriesxwriting

The story of how enchanted it was to meet Sam Winchester.

Info: One shot - 2069 Words.

Warnings: “Drinking, swearing?” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

4 - I Remember it All Too Well: By @bi-bard

“The story of the two hunters that lasted far longer than they should’ve. Each chapter shows that Sam and (Y/n) were either meant to last a lifetime or fall apart at the seams. (I used season 11 as a reference for ages)”

Info: One shot - 4905 Words.

Warnings: “Break-up, unhealthy relationship, arguing, cussing, I made Sam a terrible person and I'm not sorry about it.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All too well (10 minute version).

5 - All You Had to do Was Stay: By @hellooo-tricksters

“When Sam jumped into the pit, you were devastated, you thought you would never get him back. Then he returns and he is not who he used to be, he is rude, aggressive and cheats on you. He goes, and after a year he returns at your door.”

Info: One shot -  2172 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, a little angst and maybe a little fluff too.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All you had to do was stay. 

6 -  How You Get the Girl:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“ It has been 6 months since you’ve last seen Sam. And now he decides to show up? “

Info: One shot - 1627 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, smut if you squint I think…”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: How You get the girl.

7 - Welcome to New York: By @d-s-winchester

An AU series, where each chapter is inspired by a song from the album 1989.

Info: Series - 13 Chapters. 

Warnings: “Angst, drinking, language, smut sorta” (Most of the chapters have no warning.)  Warnings described by the creator.

Songs: Welcome to New York, Blank space, Style, Out of the Woods, All You Had To Do Was Stay, Shake it off, I Wish You Would, Bad blood, Wildest Dreams, How You Get The Girl, This Love, I Know Places and Clean.

8 - Gorgeous: By @justagirlinafandomworld

“Sam Winchester ruined your life. And he might know it.”

Info: Drabble - 100 words.

Warnings: “Secondhand embarrassment probably. Maybe feel a little called out?”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Gorgeous.

9 - Paper rings: By @bi-bard

“(Season 12) After everything happened with the British Men of Letters and the return of Mary Winchester, Sam does a lot of thinking about his future. Specifically, his future with his partner.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: Drabble - 983 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of torture” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Paper rings.

10 -  The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7) Sam had been struggling since he had come back from the cage. As his condition worsens, (Y/n) tries everything to help him.”

Info:  Drabble - 746 Words

Warnings: “hallucinations, past trauma”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Peace.

11 - Look at this idiotic fool that you made me: By @bi-bard

“(Y/n) finally puts their foot down with Sam. Sam trips over it.”

Info: Drabble - 787 Words

Warnings: “mentions of sex”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: illicit affairs

1 -  Head First, Fearless: By @swiftlymoniquesblog

“ “But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absent mindedly makin’ me want you” from Fearless by Taylor Swift!”

Info: One shot - 2048 Words

Warnings: All the fluff!  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Fearless.

2 - Enchanted:  By @d-s-winchester

“All I can say is I was, Enchanted to meet you”

Info: One shot - 1428 Words.

Warnings: “Language, fluff” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

3 - Speak now:  By @d-s-winchester​

“Speak now or forever hold your peace”

Info: One shot - 1305 Words.

Warnings: “None.” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

4 - Red:   By @d-s-winchester

“Missing him was dark gray, all alone”

Info: One shot -1048 Words

Warnings: “Sadness, heartbreak, death, dealing with death” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Red.

5 - All to well: By @the-winchester-pie​

Info: One shot - 2071 Words

Warnings: Angst?

Song: All too well. 

6 -  I’d Say I Love You Even at Your Darkest: By @bi-bard

“Doubt and guilt creeps in and convinces Dean to run for the hills. (Y/n) refuses to let Dean believe that they would ever be happier without him.”

Info: One shot - 1838 Words.

Warnings: “Self-doubt, arguing, cussing”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Forever winter.

7 - Style:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“Dean and the reader are in a no strings attached relationship since they met on a hunt. It passionate, steamy and complicated, but they keep returning on the same path, not matter which road they take.”

Info: One shot - 1869 Words.

Warnings: “Slight smut, mainly mentioning of it, maybe swearing, cheating?”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator. 

Song: Style.  

8 -  Dorothea: By @imaginestuffs

“Dean “doesn’t like” your music, or so he says.”

Info: Drabble - 913 Words.

Warnings: “ A few curse words I believe, and fluff!!”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Dorothea.

9 - Bloodmoonlit: By @moonlightspencie

“ Six years of friendship with more simmering beneath the surface. They thought they had no chance (but that’s romance).”

Info: One shot - 5400 Words.  

Warnings: “Drinking (a lot of it tbh), both of em being massive dorks, 18+ pls bc it gets mildly spicy at the end.”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Glitch.

1 -  I'll Let You In: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7 + 9) After gaining his memory back, Castiel has to leave to go help the Winchesters. (Y/n) promises to leave the door open to him. They weren’t expecting him to actually come back.”

Info: One shot - 2490 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of death”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: That’s When.

2 - Shake it off: By @kaz2y5-imagines

Dean and Sam find you and Castiel dancing "Shake it off" in the bunker.

Info: One shot - 1696 Words.

Warnings: None?

Song: Shake it off.

3 - Bad blood:  By @hellooo-tricksters

“Castiel finds the reader after they broke up 3 months ago. It was ugly, hard and painful, but now, now she works for Crowley. She’s a demon and she’s got all the right ways to show him what he did to her. He’ll pay.”

Info: One shot - 1439 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, torture...slightly… Demon!Reader”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Bad blood.

 4 - My lover:  By @swiftlymoniquesblog

Info: Drabble - 574 Words.

Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of relationship doubts

Song: Lover.

5 -  I'm setting off, but not without my muse: By @bi-bard

“ Monsters are known for terrifying people. Some monsters even scare themselves.”

Info: One shot - 1575 Words. 

Warnings: “Character death, angst, suicide (seriously, read with caution)”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: The lakes.

6 -  And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now: By @bi-bard​

“ (Y/n) had grown up with the Winchesters, but Castiel was the one who really took on a father role over the years. (Y/n) has to cope with losing him and having someone else claim to be his kid.”

Info: Drabble - 866 words

Warnings: “Mentions of death, grieving, Child!Reader”  - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Marjorie.

7 - Safe and sound:  By @d-s-winchester

Info: One shot - 1231 Words.

Warnings: None  - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Safe and sound.

If you guys know of more supernatural stories inspired by taylow swift songs, let me know as I might put them in part 2/update.

Enjoy the stories!

To the writers: You are amazing!

[gleefinn]

Name

“The Goo Goo Dolls? Really?” You turned to see Sam, laughing, leaning against your door.

“Oh c’mon. You gotta love them! They’re so good!” You chuckled.

“What’s your favorite song?” He asked as he proceeded to make his way to sit on your bed.

You began to get a little nervous, he always made you so nervous. For God sake you were in love with the tall dude.

“That’s a hard one. If I have to choose one I’d say Name. It’s calming and so beautiful.” You were cleaning up around your room. Putting away clothes and organizing your hunting gear.

“I like that one too.” He watched you move around.

“Hey, y/n?” His voice seemed hesitant now, so you stopped cleaning to pay attention to him.

“Yeah?”

“Um I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” His hands did a lot of moving and his eyes never fully focused on yours.

Those stupid butterflies started fluttering in your stomach again. Dammit.

“Not that I know of.” You smiled nervously. 

“Oh okay good.” He nodded.

“Just ask her, man!” Sam thought to himself.

You waited for him to say something, but he seemed to get the answer he needed so he didn’t say anything else.

You made your way to your restroom and brushed your teeth. Spitting out the foam into the sink, you looked up to see Sam standing at your restroom door now.

You turned, “you okay, Sam?”

He smirked, “y/n, you wanna go out with me tonight?”

For years you had envisioned him doing this but it was difficult to believe that he would ask YOU. 

“Yeah! I’d love to.” You smirked shy.

He looked down and his dimples began to kiss his cheeks.”Good. Then I’ll meet you at your front door in an hour.” He chuckled.

As he walked away, you stood there in disbelief. 

[sillesworldofwriting]

Different Countries, Different Customs

Title: Different Countries, Different Customs

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: Drabble

Words: 466

Author: Sille

AO3

Challenge: Halloween with Dean drabble challenge

Pairing: DeanxReader

Notes/Warnings: German superstition, accent, reader is not from the US, all the mistakes are mine

Summary: After finishing a hunt with Sam and Dean ou three celebrate it at the local bar

Author’s Note: This was an interesting challenge. First time I really did some research for one of my fics that took me longer than a few minutes. So thanks @torn-and-frayed for hosting it! Also I’m still searching for a Beta-Reader. If you’re interested shoot me an ask!

You were at the local bar together with Sam and Dean after a successful hunt. Sam was just getting your drinks so you were sitting alone with Dean in one of the corner booths.

“So Y/N, what brings you to good old America?” he asked and laid his arm around your shoulders.

You grinned at him. “Caught the accent, didn’t you?”

“There is no mistaking it. Even though it is subtle, I give you that.”

You chuckled and caught his hand laying on your arm with one of yours. “Well, originally I’m from Germany. My dad got a job offer here when I was a teenager so we moved,” you explained playing with his fingers.

“And when did you start hunting?”

“When I was 18. My family was killed by a vampire on Halloween nonetheless. Didn’t know what it was as it attacked us in our home. Another hunter saved me and helped me get my revenge. Been hunting ever since.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Dean tightened his arm around you in a comforting gesture.

“Thank you.” you smiled at him. “But it was years ago.”

He opened his mouth to say something else but didn’t get the chance. Sam came back in that moment with your drinks in hand.

“Here you go,” said he as he handed you and Dean your beers.

“Thanks,” you responded.

“Well, here’s to us and successful hunt!” declared Dean as he wanted to clink bottles with you but you pulled yours away.

“Ah!” you began. “You have to look me in the eyes as we toast. Otherwise, you will have bad sex for the next seven years.”

Dean looked at you confused. You just shrugged. “German superstition and I’m not risking it! I would rather have no sex than bad sex.”

He watched you for a moment but then began to smirk. “Well, if the lady insists.” he acknowledged and held his bottle out to you. His look was intense as you clinked bottles with him. Heat was building in your stomach. You knew just from this one look that you were getting lucky tonight.

After you both touched bottles with his brother, Dean gave his full attention to you again.

“Do you have any more German superstitions? I have to say I’m a bit intrigued,” he asked.

“Well, we’ve got a few. I could tell you about them back at my motel room?” you suggested and threw him an obvious glance. He couldn’t misjudge the meaning.

The slow smile said that he didn’t. “Lead the way,” he said eagerly.

You placed the almost full bottle of beer on the table and stood up. Dean did the same before he turned to Sam with a wide grin.

“Don’t wait for me, Sammy. I’ve got some research to do!”

The End

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Dating is not for me - or is it?

Words: 983

AO3

Quote: “Or maybe I should stay away from all men.”

Challenge: FRIENDS Quote Challenge by @impalaimagining

Pairing: SamxReader   

Warnings: A bit of angst, mention of unwanted attention

Author’s Note: First ever challenge I did on Tumblr. I’m kind of excited and nervous. I hope you like it @impalaimagining. And everyone else of course too! And as always: I’m still searching for a beta reader. So shoot me an asked if you’re interested!

It was only 11 pm when you slammed the door to the bunker shut behind you. “I hate men,” you muttered as you stomped down the stairs. Not caring if you would wake any other residents of the bunker. As if the Winchester were sleeping already. The night was still young after all.

You made your way to the library, expecting Sam to be there, reading some old lore book. And you were not disappointed.

He lifted his head as you collapsed into a chair beside him.

“Rough night?” asked he.

You rolled your eyes. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be back already would I? Rough evening would be more accurate since it’s only 11 pm.” you snapped at him.

“Hey okay. No need to get bitchy with me.” He raised his hands in a placating manner. “I just asked you a question.”

A sigh left your lips. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I’m just so frustrated.”

Sam laid his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him a bit. “Want to tell me what happened?” he asked.

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I just get the feeling that I’m just not cut out for dating. Or maybe I just have the worst luck. I mean the last guy didn’t talk to me at all. He just looked at his phone most of the time or drank his beer. And he still had the guts to ask for a second date.” you explained. “And the man today got so drunk off his ass in just under two hours that he got himself thrown out of the bar.”

Sam patted your shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sorry that you had such a bad night.” he murmured into your hair and gave you a kiss on the crown of your head.

“That was not even the worst part, to be honest,” you continued as you relaxed further into him. Sam always gave you a feeling of safety when you were near him. You knew that you could let your walls down. “I followed him out of the bar. He embarrassed both of us pretty bad. I couldn’t stay. What I didn’t plan on was that he was still in the parking lot. He actually waited for me because he felt entitled to a kiss since we had such a great night.” You said the last part sarcastically.

Sam's arm tightened around you. “Did he touch you?” he asked.

“He tried.” you sighed. “But one well placed kick to his nethers and he thought better of it.”

Sam relaxed at your words which made you smile.

“I’m a hunter. I can take vampires and demons out by myself. A human is not a problem for me Sam.” you laughed.

“I know. But I still worry about you. What friend would I be if I didn’t?” he pointed out.

“True,” you agreed.

“Any plans about the dating situation?” Sam inquired.

“Not yet. I think I will stop looking. At least for awhile. Or maybe I should stay away from all men.”

“I hope not.”

Your head shot up from his shoulder. “What do you mean?” you asked as you looked at his face.

“I hope you will not stay away from all men.” he elaborated. You just stared at him. Willing him silently to explain. You had no clue what he was talking about.

Sam let his arm fall from your shoulders and brushed with his hand through his hair. His eyes darted nervously from one point to another, never quite meeting yours anymore.

“Sam?” you questioned.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I know that this has to be the worst timing to tell you this.” he began. “But I kind of fell in love with you.”

You opened your mouth but closed it again after a second. Your mind was blank. That was the last thing you expected Sam to say.

“What?” you whispered at last.

“I’m in love with you. Have been for a while, to be honest. But I never said anything because you never gave any indication that you may feel the same.” he explained, looking away.

“Then why now?”

“Because I can’t stand to see you with all these other guys that aren’t me. I can’t stand how there all treating you. You deserve so much better.”

“So…. you want to date me?” you wondered.

“Yes. I want to date you if you’re willing.”

You were speechless again, not sure what you should say to that. Sam was always only a friend to you. The thought of dating him never even crossed your mind.

“You don’t have to answer right away. I know that this came quite sudden for you.” Sam babbled after a few minutes of silence. “I can wait. Just think about it?”

You sighed as you looked at him. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship Sam,” you whispered.

“That will not happen. Whatever you decide we will still be friends. I’ll be there for you. Just as I was before. That won’t change. I promise.”

You looked him in the eyes and saw the truth in them. “Give me time?” you asked. “I never thought of us in that way.”

His smile could have lit up the whole library. “Of course,” he said. “Think about it how long you want. I’ll be waiting.”

You had to smile too. “Thank you”. You said gratefully and stood up. “I think I will turn in early though. I’m beat, to be honest.”

“You look like it too.” Sam joked.

You hit him playfully on the arm. “Good Night,” you laughed and were about to turn around but you thought better of it. With a quick motion, you gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Sam.” you murmured.

He smiled softly at you. “Good night.”

That night you slept peacefully. Maybe dating Sam wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The End.

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Look Into My Eyes

Pairings: Dean x sister!Reader, Sam x sister!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, drinking, swearing, kind of stalking (you’ll see), death of a major character

A/N: This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s Danish Artists Challenge! This one was very different for me; it’s written in third person, and it’s a Winchesters x sister!Reader, which is something I haven’t really done before. However, I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy it too! The fic was inspired by the song. I chose not to put the lyrics in because I felt that it didn’t really work well.

Prompt: Look Into My Eyes: Outlandish

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Dean found out that he had a little sister when he was 32. Dad was gone and Dean had finally brought himself to read the last few pages of his journal.

Once he read those words, he sprinted off to find Sammy at the library, shoving the leather-bound book in his face. “Look at what I just found,” Dean said to his younger brother.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took the notebook from Dean’s hands. His eyes scanned over the words, realization crossing his face as he read.

The case they were supposed to be working on was set on the back burner for a moment.

“We have a little sister,” Sam said in disbelief. His head turned towards Dean, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Looks like you’re a big brother, Sammy,” Dean said, ruffling the younger man’s hair.

“It’s Sam,” he grumbled, fixing his hair. “We are going to find her, right?”

Dean sits down across from his brother, “Hell yeah we are.”

Sam smiles at his brother and Dean smiles back.

They were going to find their baby sister.

It took days and days of digging through records and scouring the internet, but they did it. They found their little sister.

She was tucked away in a small corner town in upstate Maine.

“You ready to go to the Pine Tree State?” Dean asked Sam as he read the article over his shoulder.

There, in bold print, was evidence that you were alive and kicking: “Y/N Winchester takes the college life by storm, breaking records for amount of scholarship money earned.”

“I don’t know where you guys get your brains from, I swear,” Dean grumbles as he cleans up the mess they made at the library table.

“God I hope she doesn’t think we’re lying,” Sam said the next day.

He and Dean had set out a few hours earlier, hoping to miss most of the traffic by leaving in the early morning hours.

“Which is why we can’t tell her what we do,” Dean said. His hands were gripping Baby’s steering wheel tightly, “She’ll think we’re bat shit crazy. We need her to know that we’re not crazy.”

Sam nodded, “FBI?”

Dean contemplated it for moment, “Yeah. Dad was a marine and we’re FBI.”

The brothers fell into a comfortable silence. Sam’s head was turned to his right as he watched the sun rise and the scenery pass by.

Dean’s gaze was focused on the road, the yellow, white, and black, staring right back at him.

They traveled north from their case in South Carolina towards Maine.

Dean insisted on pushing through. It didn’t matter how many times he had to stop for coffee or energy drinks. He was going to get to Maine as fast as he could.

Sam slept in the passenger seat of Baby. His legs were curled uncomfortably and his neck was resting against the window, making it ache painfully, but he didn’t want to stop either.

His little sister was only a few states away and he couldn’t wait to see her.

It was a twenty hour drive in total, but Dean made it in seventeen.

Welcome to Castine, Maine! The giant green sign read.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He was worn and tired. He smelled like gas station, and all he wanted to do was shower, nap, and find his sister.

He easily found a motel; there was one right off of the highway leading into the town.

“Sammy,” Dean nudged Sam’s shoulder. “Sammy, we’re here.”

Sam’s eyes flutter open, “How long was I out?” Sam asked.

“Since Maryland,” Dean chuckled, throwing the door open and climbing out.

“I need a shower and a couple of hours,” Dean said groggily, stumbling to the faded red motel door.

Sam sighed. He was so close to meeting his sister, but he knew that his brother was no good to anyone dead beat tired.

Sam sat on the thin mattress while he waited for his brother in the shower. While he waited for his turn in the shower, Sam found himself lost in thought.

He wondered what she was like. Was she obsessed with Harry Potter and other fandoms the same way that Sam was? Was she crazy about pie and classic rock like Dean? Did she have a crazy amount of dedication that John had, and Sam and Dean never possessed? Did she enjoy school? Or did it come naturally? Did she want to get out of this small town? What did she want to do when she got out of high school?

Wondering and contemplating all of these questions made Sam come to a single conclusion.

Little did Sam know, Dean was in a similar situation.

Dean’s brain was on autopilot. He scrubbed his hair and washed his body with robotic movements. As his subconscious took over his actions, his brain started to wander.

What was her childhood like? John hadn’t raised her, meaning that she wasn’t a hunter. Dean thought she was in a similar situation to Adam. Did John stop by every month and take her somewhere? Did John shower her with attention while his eldest sons were in some run down motel room in the middle of some random state?

His sister wasn’t born into this. She wasn’t apart of the life. She was a good kid. Straight A’s, class president, captain of the soccer, basketball, and lacrosse teams. She deserved better than what a hunting life could offer her.

And that’s exactly what Sam and Dean were doing. They were going to drag her into the life and she won’t ever be able to get back out.

She deserved that apple pie life. A husband, kids, a dog and a white picket fence.

Dean would never forgive himself if his baby sister were killed on a hunt, never getting to live up to her full potential.

Dean finished up in the shower, drying off and throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a clean flannel. Dean didn’t want to disappoint his brother. It was the last thing that he ever dreamed of doing, but he knew that his little sister could not, under any circumstances be brought into the life.

He stumbled into bed, falling asleep quickly while Sam got a shower of his own.

Sam didn’t know how he was going to tell Dean, but there was no way that his sister was going to step foot into that Impala.

Dean took a good four hour nap while Sam surfed the internet, trying to dig up anything he could about Y/N.

He didn’t find much that he didn’t already know. She was a great student, loved by others. She was going somewhere in life.

It was around three when Sam and Dean climbed into Baby and set off in the direction of her high school.

It was a short drive. Ten minutes at the most. Neither of the brothers talked. They just stared out of the windshield, unknowingly submersed in the same thoughts.

As Dean swung into a parking space at her high school, Sam spoke, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Sam asked, looking over at Dean.

“We can’t do this,” Dean whispered. His eyes were glued to the large gray building.

Sam shook his head, “We can’t do this to her.”

Dean sighed and placed his forehead on the wheel. “I’d never forgive myself if we did.”

“So we just drove to Maine for nothing?”

Dean sighed again, “Well I heard they have some pretty decent pies around here, whaddaya say we go check it out?”

Sam nodded, his heart sinking as Dean got further and further away from the school.

Sam and Dean found themselves in Maine at least twice a year. When Y/N was accepted into Stanford, just like Sam was, they found themselves in California instead.

Sometimes, if they were on a case nearby, Dean would drive to Y/N’s small house and sit outside. He didn’t mean to be creepy or stalker-ish. He just wanted to make sure she was safe. While he sat out there, he often times found himself deep in thought.

Dean thought about a lot of things. A simple thought could end up an entire train, circling his brain, gathering new ideas and musings.

The one thing that Dean thought of the most, and he hated himself for it, was how fucking lucky his sister was.

She was born to a hunter. John Winchester, a legendary hunter. But, she wasn’t born into the life, much like Dean. John didn’t drag her into the life. John kept her separate. John let her live her life and do what she always wanted to. Yet he didn’t do that for his boys. He dragged them everywhere. He took them from dingy motel to dingy motel. Dean was forced to look after Sammy. Dean gave up so much for his little brother. He steal and beg for money and gifts. He gave everything for Sammy and John, and got nothing in return.

When Dean found himself breathing heavy, his anger rising, he told himself to reign it in; he had no reason to hate Y/N. It wasn’t her fault. She had no control over the life that she was given, and neither did Dean.

Dean would always feel guilty for the things he thought of when parked outside of her house, but as he pulled away from the curb, he would remind himself of one thing: He fought these monsters every day of his godforsaken life just so normal people like Y/N could live that apple pie life that they always dreamed of.

Sam and Dean were hunters. They were destined for death, not greatness. They were on a one way street. There were no outs, no exits, no left turns. There was only forward, one day more is one step farther down that short road of life. Whenever that short hunter life threw him a curve ball and made him want to give up, Dean thought of her. She was what kept him going.

And as he lay on the ground, Sam above him telling Dean to keep breathing, Dean thought of her. She was safe because Dean kept fighting. Sam was safe because he kept fighting. He only hoped they stayed safe when he was gone.

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A Plan

“Y/N, how are we supposed to get out of this vampire lair?” Dean asked.

“I have a plan,” you said.

“Is it a good one?”

“I have a plan.”

“We’re going to die,” Sam said.

[themind-on-paper]

Save me… part 6

You can read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5 here.

You opened your eyes and sat up on the edge of the bed. Sam was laying on a bed next to yours. On the other side of the room, you saw Dean sleep on the couch. You rubbed your face with your hands. Taking back what everything happened yesterday. Took a deep breath and looked around one last time. You got up from the bed and made your way towards the door. You tried to open the door of the room as quiet as possible.

The door opened with a little of sound you looked back towards the room both men still asleep. You stepped out of the room and closed the door behind you as quiet as possible. You made your way outside.

The parking lot in front of the hotel was almost empty there 2 cars parked also counting the Impala. You saw a saw bench on the other side of the parking lot facing the motel You made your way to the bench and sat down. The streets were still quiet. The sun was coming so it had to be early in the morning.

You stared at the door where you just came out. The faces of James and Nick racing through your mind.

You saw movement coming from behind the door. You watch the door opened and Dean coming out of it. He looked worried. He was looking left and right till he spotted you. He ran through the parking lot towards you.

“What do you think you're doing?” He said angrily towards you.

“I’m breathing and looking at the sun going up.” You said.

He shook his head and sat next to you. “Keep watching it then.”

You looked at him he was staring at the motel.  You look forward. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, we just stare at the sun coming up.

After a few minutes, you heard Dean's stomach grows from the hunger. You look towards him and you see he’s a little bit embarrassed.

“I was thinking exactly the same.” you said towards him with a smile.

He looks at you. “Let’s go eat something then.” He says standing up from the bench and making his way towards the Impala.

“Can I ride?” You asked walking behind him.

He looks at you surprised at our question and at the same time angry.

“hmmm… Nevermind.” You said walking towards the passenger seat.

You were sitting in front of Dean waiting for someone to pick up your orders.

Dean was staring at you. He was really making you uncomfortable. You had to stop the staring.

“uhm..”You said to yourself thinking about what to say. “Sorry about a few moments ago.”

He still stares at you. “A just really like the car and always wanted to ride one.” His face softness at your words. Your lips form a little smile.

A woman stands next to your table. “What would the two of you like?” She says looking at Dean and me. “Can I have a coffee and one of your apple pies?”  

Dean’s looks at you surprised.

“What your day has to be sweet from the beginning.” You said with a smile on your face.

“And you sweet buns?” the woman says towards him.

“For me also a coffee but with a cherry pie.”

“Okay, coming right up.” The woman says writing the last things down and walking away.

At the silent between the two of you begin again. You liked silence but this was killing you.

You looked at Dean and you saw the silence also making him a little it nervous.

“Uhm… so how long do you have the Impala?” You said towards him.

“That’s the first question you come up with after yesterday?”

“Yes, because I really don’t want to talk about yesterday,”

“Okay..” He said nodding his head. “I got it from my father.” He paused for a moment. “The Impala.”

“Well, you both have good taste.” You said with a smile.

“So what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You know… Family, Friends, Boyfriend?”

You chuckled at his question.

“Just to know if we have to protect more people.” 

“Well No to the first, since yesterday no to the second and a maybe for the boyfriend.”

“A maybe?”

“Yeah, you know... “ you looked at him, he was waiting for an answer. “What about you?”

“I only have my brother…” He said.

The waitress settles the coffee and the pie in front of you.

“Thank you,” You both said towards her. She gives the two of you a smile and walks away.

“Okay, what about friends and girlfriend..” He takes a sip from his coffee and looks at you. “Or boyfriend?” You continued with a smile on your face.

He has to gasp for air at you last words.

“Girlfriend. Okay, girlfriend.”

“Okay.. sorry for asking.” You said taking a bite from your pie. “Ah, this one is so good.” You said. Dean was looking at your plate. “Do you want a bite?” you said putting the plate between the two of you.

He takes a bite. “Uhmm hmmm, this is amazing.” He tries to take another piece from your pie. You take the plate back as fast as possible.

“You have your own pie.” You say with a smile on your face.

“Dean? What are you doing?”

Both of you look to the person next to your table. Cas is standing there looking towards Dean.

“She needs to be protected. She can’t be too much in the open.” Cas said.

“Cas, it was my fault.” You said quickly “I was pretty hungry.” He looks at you and sits next to you.

“Eat it up and we will go right back,” Cas said. 

You nod your head towards him and looked towards Dean. He was just staring at Cas.

You looked down to your plate and finished your pie and coffee.

We all there the motel room again. Sam was sitting at the table looking at his laptop.

He looks towards the three of you. “Heej where were you?”

“Having breakfast,” Dean said a little bit annoyed.

“Okay…”He says and gaze travels to you. “Y/n, I did some research on the book but I don’t understand a few things maybe you can help me.’

“Sure.” You said and you walked towards him. You sat at the table next to him. He put the screen of his laptop also in your view.

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The Unknown Season - Chapter 4: Baby

Summary:  Reader went to bed just like any other night but once the reader wakes up she’s not in her bedroom anymore. (I know it’s pretty lame but I don’t want to give away the plot yet)

Pairing: Dean WinchesterxReader, Sam WinchesterxReader (friendship)

Warnings: None I can think about. Swearing maybe?

Words count: 1836

A/N: English isn’t my first language and it’s been way too long since I wrote in English so I deeply apologize for any grammar mistake/error. Once again, feedback are greatly appreciated.

Disclamer: I do NOT own Supernatural or any character of the show which are the CW company properties. This work is for free entertainment only.

Chapter 3

                                             Chapter 4: Baby

It has been a few days already since you woke up here. You and Sam spent most of your days in the library, reading and looking for something even though you didn't know what. As always, Dean wasn't around, it seemed like he was avoiding any contact, ignoring your presence. 'Ignorance and distance', you thought bitterly 'That's how Dean Winchester works.' It hurt, you liked both brothers, yet you were a Dean girl, feeling more connected to his character than you were to Sam's and even without hoping to fell in love, you hoped at least he would be friendly. In the TV show he was nice with the civilians they were rescuing, why couldn't it be the same with you?

Frustrated, you closed the book in an angry gesture. The sound resonated in the silent room and Sam's surprised eyes found yours.

"I need some air." You simply said as you stood up from your chair and walked away.

The Bunker was bigger than you thought and while you got used to find your way inside, some parts were still unknown. You walked through the long corridors without thinking. After a while you had to admit it, you were lost. Every wall were the same, same blank walls, same wooden doors, same tiles. Fucking Bunker! You turned left then right and right again and for once something was different; a metallic door stopped you. Maybe you've finally found a door that lead outside. Some fresh air, you didn't realize it until now, but you craved for it. You pushed the door and winced at the creaking sound that disturbed the silence around you. The room behind the door was completely dark and for a second you were scared to enter. Your hand patted the wall next to you and soon you found the light switch, you flicked it open and the lights popped up and then you realized where you were: the garage.

You walked between all the cars that were parked, a beautiful collection if you were honest. You stopped in your track when you saw her, holding your breath as soon as your eyes fell on her. She was beautiful, more than you could ever imagine. The Impala. The third main character of the show in your eyes. The light reflected on the shiny black color, she was in perfect condition, not even a trace of dust, Dean took good care of her, indeed.

With hesitant steps you came closer and stopped when only a few inches separated you from the beauty. Your eyes roamed over the car as a genuine smile graced your lips, you couldn't believe it. A strange feeling surrounded you, you felt at peace as if you were finally coming home.

"What are you doing here?" The gruffy voice gave you a start and you snapped your head in its direction.

Dean was standing a few feet from you, his eyes as cold as ever.

"I'm sorry. I-I got lost a-and," you stuttered before looking back at the car. The fear you felt at Dean's presence vanished and you smiled again. "She's beautiful." You whispered, in a loving tone.

Dean raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms upon his chest as he watched carefully your every move. You could sense how protective he was about his car and after a short moment you lifted a hand, your fingertips almost brushing the cold metal but not quite.

"Can I?" You asked in a whisper, afraid he would scream at you for even thinking about touching her.

He seemed to think about it for a second and you smiled when you saw his head nodding once, giving you a silent permission.

You bite your lower lip as your fingertips touched the hood of the car. The smile you had grew bigger as seconds passed and you felt like a kid playing with her presents on Christmas. In your peripheral vision you noticed Dean's body tense then relax but you were more interested in the car than in him.

A gasp left your lips as the familiar cold sweat appeared in the back of your neck. Both of your hands rested against the driver's doors as you tried to keep a standing position while everything around you started to swirl.

"Y/N?" You heard Dean calling your name but images flashing in front of your eyes had all your attention. You could see the brothers sitting in the front seat as if you were sitting in the backseat. Again, you recognized images from the show; the brothers were laughing and arguing. You recognized the famous episode where they were in a pranks war as your heart started to beat faster. Another gasp left your lips as the scenery changed; it was dark outside, and you felt a pang in your chest as you noticed the handprint against the backseat window. More images flew in front of your eyes, sad and bloody ones before you felt a single tear slide against your cheek. You closed your eyes as strongly as you could, you wanted the feeling to disappear, you couldn't bare it anymore.

"Hey! Come on, open your eyes!" You did as you were told and all you saw were green worried eyes.

You felt Dean's strong grip on your shoulders as your heartbeat calmed down.

"I'm good. I'm fine." You patted Dean's chest before pushing him gently.

"You sure?" He asked as you started to walk away. For an unknown reason you couldn’t stay here. You didn’t need to explain him what happened, the boys were used to see you having a blackout within the previous days.

"Don’t worry. I'm like your car, I'm unbreakable." You said without thinking and exited the room.

Dean head snapped in your direction at your words and he could only stare at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly opened, frozen in place.

Later that day, the three of you were eating silently in the kitchen. Lunch time was the only time of the day you had the honor of having Dean near you, willingly. Usually, Sam would talk to you to ease the heavy tension Dean brought with him but since the garage incident from this morning, the brothers were doing their 'thing': having a silent conversation by simply watching at each other and glancing at you from time to time.

After a while you had enough, "What?" you pushed your plate still full of food. "I might be your case but I'm not a freak, stop looking at me like that!"

"We're not looking at you like you're a f-"

"Oh please!" You cut Sam short, angrily. "It's been days. Days! And we have nothing. You think I don't see how you're looking at me behind my back? You still don't believe me? You think I'm some monster even though I've passed the tests? What do you think I am then? Huh? Tell me!"

"Why are you angry out of the blue?" Sam asked, surprised by your outburst.

"Out of the blue?" You repeated, dumbfounded. "Are you kidding me? Don't you think I want to come back in my own world? That I'm fed up and that I want to have my life back? I mean it was fun in the beginning but let's be realistic for a second, I don't belong here and all this- this thing is crazy! I'm going crazy staying here!"

"Listen, Sweetheart-" Dean stood up slowly, the menacing tone he used making you angrier than you were already.

"Oh, don't you 'Sweetheart' me!" You threatened as you rose to your feet. "You don't like me, I get it. You don't want to talk to me? Fine. But don't you dare 'Sweetheart' me, Dean Winchester! I'm not one of your pointless love interest the writers will threw away once the episode is over! I am human, I have needs and feelings and more importantly I have enough! That's it! I’m done! I quit!"

You left the room with quick steps, breathless after your tantrum, leaving the boys speechless.

"Told you." Sam murmured as he tossed his food with the back of his fork.

"Oh, because it's my fault now?" Dean asked his brother in disbelief.

"You make her feel unwanted." Sam shrugged, then they both remained silent for a few minutes.

"Go talk to her." Dean finally offered.

"You go talk to her."

"That wouldn't be smart since I make her feel 'unwanted'."

Sam opened his mouth, but nothing came out, sometimes his brother could be really smart and judging by the smirk Dean was giving him, Sam knew his brother had won this round. The only thing Sam could think of doing was giving his older brother his best bitch face before standing up and heading for your room.

The soft and hesitant knock on your door wasn't heard as you were focused on grabbing as much clothes as you could and throwing them inside a duffel bag. You had made your decision, since none of them wanted to help you, you would be the one investigating your own case and resolving it. You were desperate, you needed air, you needed to get out of here. As you grabbed another plaid shirt from the closet you stopped and looked at your image reflecting in the mirror in front of you. You didn't recognize the girl looking back at you.

"Y/N?" Sam called your name as he opened the door.

You didn't answer him, it wasn’t like you had heard him anyway. You were too absorbed by your reflection in the mirror. Who were you? Why did you feel so lost since the last series of flashes you had this morning? The anger and the pain you felt earlier never left you since that moment, it only grew and grew and grew. Sam called your name once again and finally you turned your head to look at him, you stared at him for a moment.

"Hey, talk to me." Sam said with a soft voice, he noticed your glossy eyes and came closer. His hand cupped the back of your head and in a gentle motion he pushed your face against his chest while his free arm wrapped around your shoulders. You closed your eyes and clenched your jaws as you tried with all your might to not cry.

"Shh. It's okay. Let it go." Sam murmured, his arm tightening around you, giving you his support.

You shook your head, fighting the tears some more. "Big girls don't cry." You whispered and felt Sam's body tense for a short second.

"You will always be someone's little girl, so you can cry." He said hesitantly, his voice waving slightly as if he was expecting something.

Your eyes snapped open at his words and tears fell freely on your cheeks. You pronounced Sam's name in a sob, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt while his hand let go your head as he crushed you against him in a strong hug.

Chapter 5