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sweetness47 · 5 years ago

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Patience be damned

Pairing Alpha! Dean x Omega! Reader x Alpha! Sam

@spnabobingo – threesomes

@deanandsambingo – prison AU

@spndeanbingo – soulmates AU

@samwinchesterbingo – Lawyer! Sam

@spnkinkbingo – gags

@as-the-saying-goes-bingo – great minds think alike

Word count: 995

WARNINGS: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!!!!! POSSIBLE TRIGGERS HERE!!!! Smut, some non con, gags, restraints, rape, dark themes, language, aggressive alphas, threesomes, sharing

Summary: The Infamous thief, YN, has been put in the care of ace lawyer Sam Winchester and his cop brother Dean for reasons yet unknown. What could possibly go wrong except…everything?

“Prisoner 845203, YFN YLN, you’re being transferred. Pack up and move.”

YN looked up at the female guard, half asleep, wondering what the hell was going on. She wasn’t aware of any transfers. As far as she knew, this was where she was to carry out her sentence. It wasn’t like she’d committed murder or anything. She was just a thief, albeit a really good one, but a thief none the less.

Despite the questions she had about said transfer, she obeyed, gathering her small pile of belongings and following the prison guard toward the waiting door. “Where am I being transferred to?” she finally asked.

The blonde guard looked over at her. “You’re being put into house arrest, to await another trial.”

“Another one? I’m confused.”

The guard snorted. “Me too hun. Me too.”

They finally came into the main greeting area, where she was met by two ruggedly handsome Alphas. “YFN YLN? I’m a lawyer. My name is Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean. We’re taking over your case.”

She frowned. “I didn’t ask for a new lawyer. Neither did I ask for another look at the case. It was pretty open and shut. What is going on? Who ordered this?”

“We’ll explain everything on the way. Let’s get you out of here.”

She bit her lip in hesitation, but followed them. What could possibly go wrong? They were the law, weren’t they?

The ride to the house was long, but at least they’d removed her cuffs. They even had food in the car for her. Neither brother was very talkative, so it made for a rather boring trip. When they finally arrived, she jumped from the vehicle, only to realize they weren’t at her house. In fact, they weren’t anywhere she recognized. Furthermore, the location of the house was very, very remote.

Instant fear filled her mind, but she took a deep breath, willing herself to remain calm. Maybe this was a safe house. Yeah, a safe house, so she could be secure and safe while waiting for this new trial.

There was another problem that had also taken shape.

Her heat was starting.

Worse still, one of those two Alphas, she wasn’t sure which, smelled like strawberries and cream. That meant he was her soulmate.

Once they were inside, they attached the ankle monitor to her leg, gave her a change of clothes, then showed her to a room with a bathroom attached. There was running water, shampoo, body wash, tooth brush and tooth paste, even a new fluffy towel.

While she showered, the brothers sat in the living room downstairs and talked. “Did you scent what I did? She’s in heat. Damn it all if she doesn’t smell exactly like apple pie.” Dean mentioned.

“I was thinking more like Sandalwood and lilies. But there’s no way she’s both of our soulmates, is there? I’ve never heard of that.”

Dean shrugged. “Me either, but if she doesn’t submit willingly, I’m taking her one way or another.”

“You’re suggesting assault Dean.”

“It wouldn’t be assault. She’s our soulmate. Once we claim her, she can’t refuse.”

“I’d prefer she came to us willingly.”

“I know Sam, believe me. I would prefer that too. But her scent is damn near irresistible. I can maybe hold off for 12 hours, but that’s it.”

Sam sighed. “Fine. 12 hours. If she doesn’t submit to us willingly, we’ll claim her. You’re right about the irresistible part. Great minds think alike.” He paused. “I still hope she comes willingly though. It would be easier.”

“I know Sammy. I know.”

YN let the water run over her, loving the feel of the warm liquid as it coated her skin. Depending on the day in the prison, her shower was either warm or cool, and never very long, otherwise she’d be an unwilling participant in another inmate’s needs. While they were all females, it was still unnerving and a bit frightening. She only had it happen once to know that she never wanted it again.

Soulmates, however, she would gladly take to her bed. That had always been a fantasy of hers. But she had yet to figure out which one of those gorgeous dudes were it. There had been no distinction so far, and she hadn’t had alone time with either of them. There was no way both were soulmates for her. That would go against everything she was taught as a child.

She dressed and waited till it was dark before venturing out to explore, and find some food. She didn’t hear any voices, so she assumed the boys had gone to sleep. Finding the kitchen, she gathered some ingredients for an omelette. For a safe house, it was really well stocked. Grabbing some onion, green pepper, mushrooms, ham and cheese, she began chopping and grating, humming to herself like she always did when she cooked.

Just as she finished her masterpiece and removed the pan from the stove, hands snaked around her waist and pulled her back into a solid wall of muscle and testosterone. The strawberry and cream scent from earlier played with her rationality. Then another mass of muscle sandwiched her, and this one smelled as delectable as the first. That’s not possible, there’s no way she could possibly have two soulmates, especially ones this handsome.

Confused and needing to think, she managed to shimmy out of the hold and duck into the open. Not looking back, she ran to her room, seeking shelter from the raging hormones, theirs and hers. She barely made it to her door when the same arm from before reached around her torso and pulled back hard, knocking the breath out of her as she slammed into that brick wall of a chest.

“Where do you think you’re going sweetheart? You smell it, don’t you? The soulmate scent? Don’t fight us. We want to love you YN. Struggling will only make this harder.”

Even as her mind toyed with the words she’d heard, she felt hands roaming over her curves while being gently nudged toward her bed. She attempted another escape, but was not successful this round, the arms holding her were stronger now, more demanding. Dean, the one behind her, began grinding against her, his rock hard cock more than ready to dive in. Sam was at her front, his own erection having similar reactions.

“No, I need time…” her words were cut off as a gag was shoved into her mouth, tied, then the two Alphas began ripping at her clothing. They dragged her to the bed and forced her to lay down, tying her hands and legs to the posts, effectively subduing her. Both brothers made short work of their own layers of clothing, eager for the feast that awaited them.

Wide-eyed with fear, she struggled. This wasn’t how she imagined her first time, and certainly not two at a time. There was no way they’d both take her at the same time, would they?

“You’re wondering how all this got planned aren’t you? I’ve been a lawyer for a few of your fellow inmates, and discovered your scent while visiting one day. I didn’t know it was you at first, so I made numerous visits, until I realized it was you. My brother here,” Sam pointed to Dean, “is a cop, and found a way to get you a transfer to our custody. And now, here you are. We didn’t know you’d become both our soulmates, but too late now.”

Sam crawled onto the bed, straddling YN as his massive cock teased her slick-covered entrance. Then Dean snuggled up behind Sam, and too late YN realized their intention. They were literally going to claim her at the same time, take her at the same time. She tried to buck them off, but to no avail.

It was Dean who slid two fingers easily into her hole, moaning as he fucked her. “Damn Sammy, she’s so wet for us.” He grinned as he removed his fingers and licked them. “Let’s do this.”

Both men lined up with her, Sam pressing in first, then waiting for Dean to join him. YN gasped and screamed as they tore through the virginal barrier, filling and stretching her beyond anything she’d even come close to imagining.

“Fuck! So tight!”

They thrust together, causing another scream from their Omega as she felt the pain mix with pleasure, coiling in her abdomen, the start of what would be an extraordinary first orgasm. Without mercy, both men moved, fucking her hard into the mattress. Once they were close, they both moved out, and untied her so they could change their position. Sam held on to YN while Dean lay on the bed. Then YN was forced to straddle the elder brother, while Sam moved to take her from behind.

Both still hard cocks slid back in with ease this time, and the gagged Omega heard herself moan at the feeling. The boys picked up speed, slowing as their knots began to swell, exploding into her with their white hot seed. When they exploded, Sam leaned into YN, forcing her head down so Dean could reach her neck at the same time.

They claimed her, one on each side, their incisors sinking deep, releasing the endorphins that would bind the three together as mates.

YN stopped struggling as the venom of both alphas raced through her system, effectively quenching any remaining doubt as to her new status, and removing all thoughts of fight.

There was now just them, and her, and this bed.

@legion1993

#spnabobingo #spndeanbingo #spnkinkbingo #samwinchesterbingo #as-the-saying-goes-bingo #deanandsambingo

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lest-we-be-liars · 5 years ago

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My Family Can't Even With My Dramatic Ass: SPN 15x09

Y'all...that was...that was so much. Let me tell you. I was making noises through that episode that I didn't even know I could make. My children were concerned for my well being. My mother in law over heard me while she was on the phone with my husband and asked if I was hurt (answer: emotionally, yes) and who the hell Chuck was and why he was a sick SOB. I was on my knees at one point. From beginning to end, it had my heart racing. I'm just....

The acting:

Shoshannah

I felt her pain when she had to cut Sam! I felt that!!! I felt her regret! I felt her disdain towards chuck. I felt her conflict of not knowing what was real!

Jared

You beautiful beast, you. Every moment of realization and revelation was CLEAR AS DAY. This man had an emotional rollercoaster throughout this episode. Hope, pain, regret, defiance, loss, indecision....and even when he was tied to a chair it SHOWED! His facial expressions were on point! I live! Glorious as always, my dude!

Rob

Can we please talk about how this man has, probably, the hardest, most controversial job in network television right now. He has to make you hate God. GOD! And he is killing it! Like, he is such a quirky loveable person, but I want his character to burn. That's skill. I feel so uncomfortable when chuck is on screen. I feel so uneasy, like that " walking alone at night in a bad neighborhood" feeling. Just *chef kiss* bravo.

Misha

I know a lot of people don't like him. A lot of people rag on his acting saying 'Castiel only has like 3 emotions/faces'. But when you look at the actor vs the character...Misha is a very expressive person. He is energetic and dramatic and high pitched and his face is always expressive and pretty much he is the opposite of Castiel. Setting aside the fact that he's played like 8 different characters on the show and you can tell which one by facial expressions alone, the fact that this man has been playing a character that is so opposite of who he really is for so long and still keeps people intrigued speaks volumes about his skill. He was wonderful as always in this episode and that is my opinion and I'm sorry you can't change my mind.

Jensen

Give this man ALL of the awards! This whole damn season! Just *incoherent fangirl screeching* From his concern for Sam, to his panic, the TEARS, the confidence with Chuck, his pain over losing Cas, the resignation....I felt uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable because I felt like I was watching a real human being go through all of that. He made me feel like I was watching someone's actual life unfold. You, Jensen, are an artist! Like hot holy damn! I'm basically just still sitting in awe over it. I cant even...jut... flrubergurbermlehlefleh!

The Writing:

Phenomenal. Nuff said.

The episode itself:

Sam, Chuck, and Eileen

I can't handle the pain. When chuck had Eileen cut Sam....nope, no, uh uh, not okay. I was cussing out a fictional character. Out loud. People heard me. Big mad.

Chuck manipulating the Sam/Eileen relationship? I have some not so positive feelings about this. Like, the man has suffered enough. Let hi. Have something good for once without sticking your dirty little fingers in it.

Chuck physically torturing Sam and expecting it to break him? Ha! Dude has had his foot bruleed! One scalpel ain't gonna cut it. Why is he still defiant. Because he's Sam f***ing Winchester.

That first future clip hurt. I like Claire.

That second one made me panic. All I could think was "why is Cas gone?"

The third one though....Sam packing up to head out and Dean coming in defeated. I have so many thoughts and feelings. This is the point I was on my knees. Because Sam was trying to keep the faith. Present Sam was convinced Chuck was showing him lies, because Dean was giving up. But the part that is haunting me, aside from the fact that we learn, Donna, the girls, Eileen and pretty much everyone except Jody and Bobby are gone, is one single pronoun. I. Dean didn't say "we had to bury Cas". He said "I". Where was Sam when all this happened? Why was Dean the one who had to bury him? Alone! Cas is Sam's friend too.How Fucking strong and Terrifying was Cas with the mark that a damn Ma'lek box was the only solution?! Also angel knight of hell demon wtf flerbergerber...IWANTTOKNOWWHATHAPPENDANDHOWALLTHATWENTDOWNOMFC!!!!!

Chucks whole "oh, oh no Dean, don't go out that door...." bs made me rage

Vamp!bros? That's the end? Really?! REALLY?!

The monster taking over the world if chuck is gone? Idk....I don't know if I believe that. Sam might. I don't.

Sam losing his hope...hurt.

Sam losing Eileen because she doesn't know what is real...hurt.

Chuck having his powers back...hurt.

This while storyline just fucking hurt.

Cas and Dean

Cas telling Dean to stop being stupid?! I'm sorry what?! Like, my reaction was similar to Dean's. Like just...well okay then. Go off!

Cas calling the shots about staying together? Go off!!

Nonverbal communication had to happen considering they both know they were being followed but the leviathan didn't know they knew

And it just proves that, even when they're fighting they are still in sync.

Benny!!!😭😭😭

"I left, but you didn't stop me." Kill me.

Cas getting trapped and Dean getting knocked out. Ugh.

That PRAYER!!!!!

Dean apologized?! What?! WHAT?!

Dean acknowledged his anger issues?!

"You're MY best friend." "Of course I forgive you." *hyperventilating*

My guy fell to his knees!

That is WAY more than a single man tear! That was sobbing. There was snot! He was begging. My GOD!

The reunion. That hug. Cas lead the leviathan away from Dean to keep him safe, AGAIN! "I heard your prayer." BFFL STATUS ACHIEVED!

Watching Cas agree to take on the mark made me nervous

They're nonverbal communication coming in again, storming the casino.

Dean decking Chuck made me chuckle. I didn't like chuck returning the favor. Dean's speech to chuck after finding out about the memories. "Not this Sam. Not this Dean."

Dean didn't blow up at Sam. He has acknowledged his anger and is working on it. THAT'S CHARACTER GROWTH MY FRIENDS!

Finishing each others sandwiches 😊

TFW IS BACK BABY!

Billie and Jack

Jack!!!!!!!

Wtf is it time for?!?!?!?!

Just a wonderful painful/relieving episode. 9.6/10. I have no idea where this is going....and I LOVE it!

#supernatural season 15 #supernatural #tfw #season 15 spoilers #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn chuck #eileen leahy #sam needs a hug #the prayer #spn 15x09 #i still have a lot of questions #this episode #this ep was amazing #spoliers #review

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carryonmywaywardwriters · 6 years ago

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Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: I had some time, am back home, and figured I’d just start reposting back from the beginning. I wanted to start with something that I haven’t seen in ages. Something that’s more personal to me. Edit and change it as I post. Because I’m in a far different place than I was three years ago, and I hope it shows this time around. So...I hope you enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Upcoming Warnings: Show level violence. Mentions of childhood trauma/sexual abuse sprinkled in (not super detailed. I do have my limits). Smut. A lot of detailed smut. Kidnapping. Near death experiences. Etc. Individual chapters will have different warnings. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: Roughly 3,500

“Could you get anymore annoying?”

“Sure.” You smirked broadly, eyeing up the competition with nothing short of arrogance. “I could be just like you.” That made Sam clench his jaw, and eyes flash dark. A reaction that showed just how much you were getting to him without even trying.

“Why do you keep her around?” Sam turned to his brother at the table, clearly attempting to hold back as much of his rage as he could manage. His knuckles were white against his skin while gripping his fork. Face carrying just a hint of red in his cheeks that pulled in tight. Revealing twin sets of unimpressed dimples. You couldn't help but to ponder what his blood pressure was. Definitely on the higher end.

He'd been in a mood from the moment he walked into the bunker, according to Dean. Sam had been 'perfectly fine' before then. It's probably because I was the first thing he'd spotted when he'd opened the door.

You two had been verbally sparring ever since. Nothing new. Your heart beat a little too fast from it all. Maybe I should check my B.P. while I'm at it.

“The entertainment value alone is worth it.” Dean grinned broadly at his brother. Drawing you back to the dinner time conversation. “She's the only one I've seen you really lose your temper with, Sammy. Plus, she's a mean cook.” He took a larger than life bite of chicken to emphasize his point. A grunt of approval was released while his eyes closed in bliss. “We can't cook like this. We'd be back to take out nonstop if she left, or I'd have to take up the mantle. And that...” Another giant piece of meat was shoved into his mouth, “That just feels like a crime.”

“I'd play humble, but I agree. I did knock it out of the park tonight.” You moaned out after a bite of your own. Noting the way the younger brother's eye twitched in response. “Plus, I'm a great maid. And am great at sorting through that mess called a file room when you're done with it. I could go on for hours, but you're already looking a little green, Sammy. I'd hate to see the food I worked so hard on go to waste.”

The flush darkened from your never ending sass, or the 'Sammy' usage. Either way, it was working. He was coming unhinged. His scowl got deeper as he shoveled his food into his mouth, eager to flee from your presence.

Whether he liked it or not, you really had assisted in making their lives easier in multiple retrospects; including the home cooked meals- something they rarely had before you joined the gang. And as a result of your ability to coexist with his boar of a brother, Sam was stuck with you. For life, the way things were going.

You had learned to appreciate getting under the younger Winchester's skin to some degree, and fought back another grin of triumph. Of course, he happened to see your lip twitch in amusement; forcing his glower to deepen further. It really was too easy most times.

It had begun the very first moment you two had met. You'd been a bit of a klutz that day; dumping coffee on his lap before you could even say hi. Tripping over your feet from the anxiety.

Dean had made the introductions while Sam suppressed his annoyance; attempting to not chew you out right from the start. You'd sat in embarrassment, trying not to cower from his dark looks. From there, the tension only got worse until it was clear he despised you even to poor- typically clueless- Castiel.

Unfortunately for Sam, you and his older brother had become close before you'd ever met him. Even if you had been useless to their lives, Dean would have kept you around out of nothing more than emotional attachment. Poor Sammy had no choice but to suck up your presence in the bunker as a result. Only getting a reprieve when him and Dean left for a hunt, or he went out solo.

At first you'd tried. Really tried. You'd even talked to Dean about ways to get his younger brother to warm up to you. You hated the tension and awkwardness that Sam seemed to feed off of. Nothing worked. If anything, every shy overture increased the hostility. Eventually, you had just given up. Dean had gone to the bat, determined to assist until he saw you start to give it as good as you got it. Then, he decided to step back and enjoy the show.

And what a show it was. For just over two years, war waged in the bunker. You didn't return Sam's deep hatred, but you certainly weren't above rising up to it. For every barb thrown your way, you returned one. More if the circumstances were right. And often, they were more than right.

At first, Sam had been surprised when you'd rebelled. It was enough to give you some peace for a few weeks, even. Giving you space as he processed the change. Then, he'd adapted to the new attitude. Finally finding someone he could take whatever was wrong in his life out on.

Over time, it became almost like a game between you two. Who could take the most heat? And for the most part, once you'd joined in, you two were equals in the battle.

“So, what'd you do while we were out?” Dean asked, mouth still full. They'd driven straight through; crashing as soon as they'd hit their rooms. He hadn't really had much time to catch up.

“Made a little head way on the file room. Dusted. Put all of the books in the library back. Ya know: maid stuff. But, most of the time, I ended up at Alice's.” You answered with a shrug. It wasn't a terribly exciting life you led. Unlike him and Sam.

“How's she doing?” His interest piqued. Chewing slower as he waited for you to give him the details.

“As happy as a woman on bed rest, in her eighth month of pregnancy can be.” You chuckled, thinking of your friend. She was a taller, naturally willowy woman with long strawberry blonde curls. Sporting a belly as big as a yoga ball in front of her. “Bane thinks she's going to pop any second. He's turning into a wreck.”

“Poor, guy.” Dean chuckled. Picturing it with ease. “I'll have to drop in sometime. Grab a present for the beast-to-be. Maybe that'll calm some nerves.”

Bane was slightly taller than either Winchester, but less bulky. His hair was practically black, it was so dark. The pair of had-been-hunters had been a package deal with you. Dean had joined into the gang without a problem once he'd met you. An amazing feat for the natural loner. Sam had taken to them with a similar ease- one that had excluded you.

“I'll go with you.” Sam spoke up, ignoring the sour look his words dredged up. Just great.

–

“Sam!” You screeched, tearing down the hall the next morning. As soon as you were able, you slammed onto his door with your fists. “Open up, you coward!” Teeth ground together as his bed creaked, but no other sound emitted. “Bastard!”

“What the hell is going on?” Dean peeked his head out of his door to see what was going down; hair sticking up everywhere. Ever the sleepy hedgehog. “Y/N? What's your problem, now?”

“He put dead fish in all of my drawers, and then shut off my air conditioning!” You hissed out. The putrid scent still clung to your nostrils. Riling you up further. “So, not only does my room smell like rotting fish- No, that wasn't good enough. He made sure that the heat stuck the scent to everything. I can't get it out! I've gone through three air fresheners! Three! I don't have a window I can open, Dean!” You turned back to the door, putting your entire strength into the knock. The wood shook with the force of it. Every bit of murderous rage transferring from you to the door in the process. “Sam Winchester! You're dead! Do you hear me? Dead!”

A string of very detailed- though empty- threats ensued, making Dean roll his eyes and walk away; carrying an 'it's too early for this shit' look on his face. With a sigh, he tightened his robe. Moving to seek out coffee. Wondering, not for the first time, if it was truly worth it to have you both at each other's throats.

Sam grinned as he heard the muffled sounds that were no doubt promises of retaliation over the music thumping in his ears. He'd decided you'd earned a present for all of your 'impeccable' manners the night before.

She really should've remembered to lock her door. He'd learned you were a fairly solid sleeper early on, and had used it to his advantage when he felt the urge. Sam was almost insulted that you hadn't kept your guard up. Maybe I'm getting out of practice? The increased echoes of you shouting confirmed that wasn't the case.

He'd rarely started prank wars in his life, preferring to finish what Dean started. But in your case, he'd made an exception. Several times. Wonder how long it takes her to check inside her box spring? His grin grew wide while he pondered over that one, turning up the volume until nothing else could be heard. Letting Celine Dion block you out. She thinks she's mad now...

You left to visit Alice to cool down; knowing that the moment you spotted the younger Winchester, you were going to lose your cool further. Exactly what he wanted. You'd be damned if you'd give him anymore satisfaction than your blow up that morning had already delivered.

“He did what?” She was trying not to laugh, making you narrow your eyes her way as you paced through the pale, homey room. She coughed to cover up her broken chuckles. Finally, the blonde almost made it to a serious note. “No, you're right. That isn't funny. It's awful.” A snort she couldn't seem to help left as she rested on the couch.

“It's like he's a five year old!” You grumbled, crossing your arms as maturely as you could. It failed. You resembled a sulking child, yourself. “I had an easier life in that one foster care home. The one with all the boys- The James's house. You know all of the horror stories from that place.” A shudder ran through you as you recalled being the only girl out of nine kids. “As bad as they were, at least they learned not to piss me off. This guy gets off on it.” Your eyes narrowed further as you thought about your room, again. “He could at least pretend not be so cruel. I mean, a water snake in the toilet would have been less evil.” At your friend's disbelieving look, you clarified, “That doesn't make all of my possessions reek indefinitely. It's short term misery.” Because that made perfect sense.

“I'll have to remember that one.” Sam's deep voice made you spin around to the living room entrance. Speak of the devil and he shall appear...

He looked too comfortable resting near the kitchen. The way his plaid glued to his shoulders made him too large for you to stand. His expression too smug. It made you wonder just how cocky he'd look once you gave him a black eye. Maybe a split lip.

“Don't even think about it, Winchester.” You hissed out. He grinned in merriment as your E/C eyes flashed his way. “I grew up with that one. Always look before you sit.”

“Great advice.”

“I try to be helpful.” Your tone was anything but. If looks could have killed, Sam Winchester would have been a dead man. Again.

You wanted nothing more than to strangle him for his childish prank. But, giving him any more satisfaction? You'd rather die.

Instead, you pulled out your inner ice queen that drove him crazy. All the while plotting your revenge. You felt your features relax into the cold mask you'd picked up in your childhood as you two looked at each other. The tiniest twitch in his left eye made it all worthwhile.

“Sammy!” Alice cooed in joy, holding her arms out for a hug. He stopped the stare down so he could move to bend down to her; wrapping her in a warm embrace. Careful not to crush the bump at her middle.

“How's the beast doing?” He asked before settling beside her on the couch. Behaving like a regular human being rather than a monster. You leaned against the wall, unwilling to take any of the open seats beside the giant ogre.

“Having a great time using my ribs as a trampoline.” She chuckled with a light grimace as her stomach rolled lightly from the movement of the child inside of her. Made all the more visible by her thin tank top.

“See, the perfect nickname.” He teased, having coined the unborn child once it started becoming more active. Watching the infant lull inside the womb with amazement.

“I don't know. I'm sure I can think of someone more fitting for that title.” You smiled sweetly, making sure to bat your eyes for the extra appearance of innocence.

No one in the room bought it. Not even the child. All movement seemed to cease in response.

“So, have you two decided on a name, yet?” He ignored you, and went back to the baby talk.

You'd known he didn't have much to do with kids having grown up the way he had. Sam was thrilled at the prospect of being exposed to an infant before he eventually settled down into that life style himself. It had never been a secret.

As much as you disliked the man, you couldn't help but appreciate how intrigued he was with the entire thing. It was oddly adorable to see such a closed off- to you, anyway- man so enthused about new life. Though, you'd let a bus run you over before you admitted that out loud.

“We have an idea for a boy-”

“And a girl?” You asked, knowing exactly what was coming. However, you couldn't resist the jab.

“It's a boy. Why would she worry about a girl's name?” Sam looked at you as if you were crazy for even suggesting that option. The normally- when you excluded yourself from the equation- rational man was a hundred percent certain that he was right. You hoped it was a girl out of nothing short of spite.

“You're aware that we didn't allow them to give up the sex, right?” Alice chuckled at how solid Sam was on the baby's future identity.

“I just know.” You rolled your eyes at his response, earning a look from Alice that screamed for you to behave. With a low sigh and pursed lips, you forced yourself back to the nothing. Leaving your face empty as it relaxed.

“There's our favorite girl,” Dean walked in through the kitchen's entrance with Bane at his side. The proud papa-to-be was all decked out in his work gear- having landed a job with a local mechanic. Dark hair mused from the long shift. Meanwhile, his counterpart was in his usual clean cut layers. Spick and span without a hunt in sight.

“I thought I had that title?” You mock pouted as Dean trotted over to kiss Alice's cheek; forgetting about the mask you were supposed to be sporting.

“When you're stuck in a bed- or on a couch- for four months, you can have your title back.” He sat down in the rocking chair beside her, making sure he winked your way first. Dean rested as close as he could. Always the protector of the young and innocent.

“You're not crazy doped up on hormones,” Bane walked over to you. Making up for the Winchesters' neglect. “So, you definitely have the edge.” He wrapped you up into a friendly hug. Giving you a sense of calm that you hadn't felt since Sam had walked back through the bunker's entrance.

You loved the big man like a brother. The both of you had met years ago while running away from your foster homes- well before Alice had joined the party. You two had been closer back in the day. Even so, the newfound distance regular life threw between you two didn’t take away any of the affection.

“She's just crazy in general,” Sam muttered, earning a swat from the closest thing your group had to a mother figure. “What? Am I wrong?” She just stared him down. Waiting for his will to crumble. Sure enough, he gave in. “Fine, sorry.” He grumbled. Then, the conniving bastard played his hand. “See if I give you the chocolate I bought...” His lips quirked up as he teased her, knowing her weakness.

“Chocolate?” She quickly agreed with his assessment of your character; earning a small, fond, smile from Sam. You were almost jealous at how easily he had taken everyone else. You'd never once received that look.

You didn't remain long after that. Hated feeling like an outsider within your own group of peers. You never stayed long once Sam infiltrated your favorite get away zone.

Instead, you fled to the closest store to pick up more air fresheners and groceries for the bunker. You took your time. Conversing with the locals and grabbing some food. Knowing that Bane and Alice would feed the other two.

By the time you forced yourself back to the bunker, they still weren't back. Part of you was relieved. The rest of you? Frustrated. You didn't let yourself dwell on it. Instead, you threw yourself into work.

“That dick.” You hissed, pulling out the last dead fish from under your bed. Without a hitch, you tossed it into your trash can beside you. The rotting corpse churned your gut. It took everything in you not to gag as you glanced around to make sure it truly was the final one.

“He's upped his game since the last time we'd gone at it.” Dean's voice made you jump. The action slammed your skull against the frame loudly. “Oh, damn. You okay?”

“I'm good.” You rubbed your scalp lightly, wiggling out from the danger zone. “All of my clothes are in the washer. I think I finally found the last piece of tuna. And, I can kind of breath in here, again.” You had fans on, and the air fresheners were finally making a difference...slowly. “I think I'm good for right now.” It took every bit of strength you had not to rub your head as you flipped the can up to tie the bag.

“You know, if you wanted to leave...I wouldn't stop you.” Dean's words made you freeze for a moment. When you finally looked up? Dean looked haggard from the day he'd had.

“Why would I want to leave?” You played deliberately obtuse as you moved to slowly sit on your bed.

You should have known that he'd have been able to read you like a book. He was awful when it came to himself, but you? He'd noticed the wear the bunker was leaving on you.

“Come on, Y/N.” Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. “I'd have to be blind to miss how miserable you and Sam are around each other. And you? You seem to be having a harder time than usual. And that got me thinking-”

“It's nothing compared to some of the homes, Dean.” You sent him a soft smile. He knew all about your past, and winced at the thought of what you'd been through. “Not to mention, you two aren't the only legacies. This place... It's in my blood.” You looked around your room, taking in the only place you'd ever felt safe enough to sleep soundly in. It was amazing what a simple DNA test could uncover. “Plus, what would I do without Dean Winchester down the hall to turn to?”

“That's just it.” He was clearly bothered by what his mind had conjured up. Frowning even deeper as he started to pace. His hand moving aggressively as he talked. “We're not here all of the time. We're gone way more than we're home. You don't have me just down the hall-”

“So, get me a puppy to have for company while you're gone.” You laughed lightly. Getting to your feet, you reached to grip his broad, navy covered shoulders. Forcing him to look at you. “Dean, I'm fine. Really. If I had any complaints, I'd let you know.”

You appreciated his concern. It made up for everything else. Even with his brother's behavioral problems, you were happier in the bunker than you'd been in your entire life. It didn't matter if things were a little more heated than usual the past few weeks.

“That's just it, Y/N.” He looked you deep into the eyes. “You're always 'fine' nowadays, but when's the last time you were more than that?” Just like that, your face fell. You hated when Dean got deep, and hit home...

Part Two

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randomfandomimagine · 6 years ago

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The Only Exception (Castiel x Reader)

Character: Castiel

Fandom: Supernatural

Categories: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Demon!Reader, Soulmate AU

Title: The Only Exception

Requested by anon:

Can you do an imagine for Castiel from SPN for a Soulmate!Au where the first words they speak to each other is written on their wrist? So reader is a demon who is extremely well-known by both angels and demons as the most fearsome demon. But when Cas meets them, reader is actually somehow a pretty sweet demon who has no control over their fire power and just sets everything on fire by accident? Cas and reader meet and reader accidentally sets his coat on fire the moment they meet?

A/N: Since the requester didn’t specify a gender for the reader, I’m using gender neutral pronouns. Anyway, hope you all enjoy! ;)

Castiel looked down to his wrist and tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out what that new marking was. It had to be something that only happened to humans, because he had never heard of anything similar happening to angels.

Concerned, the angel turned to his friends in the hopes that, with their human experience, they knew something about his sudden condition. As soon as he approached them, Dean nodded his head at him as a greeting.

“Dean” Said Castiel with his deep voice. “I have a problem”

“What is it, Cas?” The aforesaid replied, feeling how his brother Sam watched the scene in silence.

“I have this… mark” Slowly, the angel rolled up the sleeve of his brown trench coat to reveal his wrist, almost scared to upset the skin even further. “It appeared suddenly, and I don’t know what it is”

Dean’s brows furrowed in concern as he carefully examined the words etched on Castiel’s wrist, but soon enough he relaxed at the sight of it upon a closer examination. In fact, and much to his angelical friend’s dismay, Dean chuckled.

“What is it?” Sam curiously asked, standing up and getting closer to them.

“It seems like Cas here has a soulmate” There was a subtle hint of playfulness in Dean’s voice.

“Really?” His brother laughed too, all the more amused at the angel’s puzzled expression. “Wow”

Not many times had Castiel come across that term, but he definitely was vaguely familiar with it even if he didn’t quite understand the concept yet. However, he observed the brothers in confusion as he tried to understand what was so funny about it.

“What does that mean?” Castiel insisted, seeing as they were so amused.

“It means that someone out there is destined to be your true love” Sam explained with a big grin plastered on his lips.

Castiel’s blue eyes fell over Dean, who smirked and nodded to confirm Sam’s words.

“So is this marking harmless? Am I alright?” The angel asked to make sure.

“Yeah, you’re fine” Dean patted his back. “Those are the first words they’ll say to you”

While Sam and Dean left him alone to his own thoughts, also laughing and gossiping amongst them, Castiel stared at the words written on his wrist. He tilted his head to the side again and squinted his eyes, trying to imagine the scenario in which they could be said.

The words were ‘how ironic’.

After a month passed, Castiel had nearly forgotten about the words etched on his wrist. They had just become another mark on his body, like the mole’s on his vessel’s skin. Surely, he still had questions, such as… Was that alleged soulmate meant for Castiel or for Jimmy, the vessel? Either way, was his soulmate another angel or perhaps a human? What could be their story? How did those words come to be the first one they ever spoke to him? Naturally, he had no answers for any of those questions. So he tried to forget about the whole situation altogether.

Another case, another hunt. This time, Sam and Dean were having difficulties finding the source of the problem. They called Castiel, who gladly met with them even if he came to the conclusion that he couldn’t really help. It was no angels business. In fact, it looked like something having to do with demons, but not ordinary demons, but powerful demons such as Knights or Princes of Hell.

When Castiel told this to his friends, they both seemed unenthused by the idea.

“Great” Dean said sarcastically, taking out his phone from his pocket. “Guess who we have to call now…”

“Crowley…” Sam replied in the same resigned and exasperated voice.

“I’m afraid it’s the only way” Castiel sighed. “This is bigger than us”

“Are you kidding me? A freaking Knight of Hell?”

“Or a Prince of Hell”

“That isn’t helping”

“Hey, Crowley” Dean immediately said as soon as the King picked up, walking away to be away from the noise. “Got a question for you”

“What do you think, Cas?” Sam asked the angel, seemingly concerned. “Can we take this demon?”

“I would hope so” Castiel frowned. “Otherwise it would be like Abaddon all over again”

“Got it” Dean was back and saving his phone. “We got a lead”

“Well?” Sam asked him, hopeful.

“It might be a Prince of Hell, but Crowley told me about someone who can help us find them”

“Who?”

“Another demon, Y/N”

“Y/N?” Just like Ruby or Meg, Y/N was a well-known name.

“You know that Y/N?” Dean was surprised, since he hadn’t really heard it.

“Yes” Castiel nodded solemnly. “Y/N is a powerful demon”

“You say it like you know them” Sam commented, watching the angel’s absent expression.

“I don’t” Castiel looked at the taller man. “But I have heard about them, it’s a fearsome demon. Hopefully they will help us”

“Fan-freaking-tastic” Dean rolled his eyes as they all walked back to the Impala. “Just what we needed, begging to a demon”

Castiel followed in silence, being overcome by an unknown sensation. Knowing they were to summon Y/N and meet them… It made him… nervous. He knew as soon as he heard the name, but they had no other choice. So the angel tried to wrap his head around the situation and resign himself to do what had to be done.

The three friends exchanged restless glances as Dean dared to light the candle, finishing the summoning spell. Then they waited impatiently, expecting to see the demon appear at any second.

Soon enough, a figure appeared before their very eyes, materializing from thin air. Dressed in all black and with an attitude, Y/N cocked a hip to the side and gave them an annoyed look.

“Well” Y/N’s eyes fell over the pentagram drawn in the ground. “If it isn’t the Winchesters and the angel Castiel”

Sam loudly gulped at the realization that Y/N already knew who they were, and it looked like they had been waiting for the trio to summon them. Dean subtly reached out for his knife, ready to step in even if the demon was trapped in the pentagram.

Castiel wanted to pipe up, overwhelmed by the silence. And also because Y/N staring at him was making him uncomfortable. But he found that he was speechless.

“Do you know why we summoned you?” Sam asked instead.

“You’re clueless and need my help” Y/N shrugged coolly.

“So you gonna help us?” Dean asked, still wary.

“No” Y/N replied coldly, without thinking twice. “Not unless you let me out of this stupid cage”

“Why would we do that?” Sam let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“Um… because you need me?” Y/N huffed in outrage. “If not, I can just be on my way”

Seeing as none of the three reacted, the demon raised an eyebrow and lifted a hand, ready to snap their fingers. A smirk grew across Y/N’s face when Sam, Dean and Castiel jumped in anticipation.

“That’s what I thought” Rolling their eyes, Y/N reached out to take out a small blade from their pocket. “Here, in case I step over the line”

Seeing as none of them dared to walk closer, thinking it might be a trap, the demon rolled their eyes again and tossed the blade away from reach until it landed on the floor with a metallic sound.

“Good demon” Muttered Dean, genuinely impressed with that random act of kindness.

“Will you let me out now?”

“We don’t feel too inclined to do it, no”

“What’s the worst that could happen? I gave you my weapons, and I can’t possess you because of your stupid tattoos”

The three of them exchanged restless glances one more, uncomfortable with the amount of information Y/N knew about them. To the Winchester brothers’ surprise, Castiel stepped up.

The angel picked up the small knife that Y/N had surrendered and used it to scratch the paint to break the pentagram and hence the circle that imprisoned the demon.

“Cas!” Dean complained, taken aback by his actions.

The angel couldn’t defend them himself, but there was something that moved him to do it. An impulse, an instinct. Something told him they could trust Y/N, that the demon truly meant no harm.

“I come in peace, people” Y/N jokingly held their hands up.

Sam took a step back, moving his hands to the waist of his jeans where he kept his gun. It wouldn’t kill the demon, but it would slow it down.

Y/N stepped out of the broken circle and immediately the brothers took out their weapons, Dean carrying his demon killing knife and Sam his gun. It only made the demon smirk in amusement.

Y/N patted Castiel’s shoulder passing by and something unexpected happened. The both of them gasped.

“Hey!” Dean shouted, protective of his angelical friend. “What did you do to Cas?!”

“Nothing!” Both Castiel and Y/N said at the unison, albeit in different tones. The demon in defense and smugness and the angel to comfort them.

Yet they both had felt it, a strange and intense sensation that shook them to the core. Something important, something more than a physical reaction, almost like their souls had shuddered.

Castiel, fearing that his hypothesis was correct, remained silent. But he knew. And so did Y/N, who grinned as while staring at him, finally dedicating him the first words.

“How ironic…” Y/N said, still smugly and amused.

Castiel had played out that scene a thousand times in his mind. He had heard those words being spoken in his head a thousand more, yet he never expected that. He thought his soulmate would speak those words in awe, in excitement and surprise and thrill. Not smugly and nearly with mockery. Not to mention that he would have never thought his soulmate would be a demon.

“No” Was all he could muster, unable to accept the situation. “It can’t be”

“I think yes” To demonstrate it was true, that there was no mistake, Y/N rolled up the sleeve to reveal the words written in their wrist: ‘no, it can’t be’.

“What’s happening?” Dean mumbled behind them.

“Is Y/N Cas’s…?” Sam uttered, watching the scene in shock.

“I was wondering why my soulmate would say ‘no’ when first seeing me” Y/N rolled down the sleeve and sighed. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, handsome”

“If you hurt Cas…” Dean was quick to step in to defend his friend.

“I won’t!” The demon exclaimed, offended. “Why would I hurt my soulmate?!”

“I don’t trust you” He insisted, watching the demon up and down.

“Okay, take this as a sign of good behavior” Y/N pulled yet another knife out of their pocket and gave it to Dean.

“You lied to us!” The aforementioned exclaimed, abruptly taking it.

“Hey, in my defense I wasn’t planning on using it” Y/N walked away from Dean, eyeing him and his brother, and positioned themselves next to Castiel. “Calm down, big boy, if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve already”

“A nice demon?” Castiel muttered, carefully watching Y/N with his piercing blue eyes. “You must be the only exception”

“Maybe I got tired of being bad and wanted to try being good for a change” The demon shrugged innocently.

“Yeah, right” Sam huffed behind them.

“Although it isn’t as easy as I thought, it doesn’t always work out…” The demon sent Castiel an innocent glance, flustering him slightly.

Dean rolled his eyes and decided to intervene to put an end to that.

“Okay, enough flirting, will you help us or not?”

“As long as you let me get to know my soulmate better”

All glances fell over the angel as he uncomfortably stood there. He unequivocally felt that connection to his soulmate, the desire to stay close too. Nonetheless, his soulmate was a demon and he didn’t quite trust demons. Even if Y/N did seem like a surprisingly nice one despite the sarcasm and smugness.

When Y/N got closer to Castiel and hugged him out of the blue to reinforce those words, the angel tensed up. Yet the feeling was incredibly grounded and human as an internal warm sense of happiness spread across his vessel and shook him to the core once more, in the best way possible.

The warmth only increased, and he was starting to think that Sam and Dean would feel it too since it was so intense. It was starting to spread to the outside too. To his surprise, the brothers yelped and when he looked down, Castiel realized that external warmth was actually fire.

“Crap, sorry!” Y/N had broken the hug and extinguished the flames. “Didn’t mean to do that…”

“A clumsy demon?” Dean mocked Y/N. “That’s a first”

“I’m full of surprises, aren’t I?” The demon, however, acquired a carefree attitude despite the fact that they set Castiel’s trench coat on fire.

“You didn’t do that on purpose?” The latter asked, convinced by the guilt reflected in Y/N’s eyes.

“I might have been ‘born�� not too long ago, at least considering the demon lifespan” When the angel tilted his head in confusion, the demon elaborated. “I don’t entirely control my powers, okay?”

“That’s hilarious” Sam was grinning, but frowned when Y/N glared at him.

“What’s it to you?” In response, Sam held his hands up in surrender.

“Are you in or are you out, Y/N?” Dean insisted, losing his patience.

“I’ll help you” Y/N nodded. “With the condition that you let me go with you… And with Castiel here”

“This is gonna be great” The older Winchester did not like the thought of not only having to put up with a demon, but also with their infatuation with Cas.

As he motioned over to the car, both Y/N and Castiel got into the Impala, sitting closely together in the back seat. None of them would admit it, but they were filled with a strange excitement as a journey together awaited them.

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justanotherwinchester69 · 7 years ago

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Heartbreaker - Chapter 1

Word Count: 1728

Pairing: Eventual Castiel x Crowley’s-Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Torture, mentions of a death

A/N: I hope you guys like Chapter One! Enjoy guys!!!

“Well, well, well…” Why did I agree to this, you think, opening your eyes. “You’re awake,” The demon says, smiling. Why did we have to make this part real? “I’ve been enjoying our past few days together.” Why did Dad have to choose him? “Haven’t you?”

Of course, your dad didn’t know about the actual fear you had of this demon in front of you. Nobody did, and it was going to stay that way. You look away, not wanting to answer his question.

“Oh, Y/N. Don’t be like that,” He calmly says, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. He puts his lips next to your ear. “You see, I may have a script, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy every bit of this,” He whispers. He backs away, leaving you trembling with fear, something anyone who knew you wouldn’t think possible.

You whimper, looking down, and hating every bit of the weakness you were showing. You tried not to think about what he was going to do and instead focus on the fact that this makes it all the more real. No matter what, I’ll get through this alive. I have to. It’s like a mantra in your head as you hear the shuffling of tools. Tools you know he has the permission and order to use.

“What should we start with today?” He asks, hoping to get a reaction out of you. “How about this?” He asks, holding an angel blade up. You whimper, still trying to remember why you had to go through this. He slowly walks over, grin spreading on his face.

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this?” He asks, draggling the blade along your thigh. You let out a hiss of pain. “I had to look through your whole town to find you. Not to mention, those few other, unfortunate people.” You cry out as he applies pressure to the blade, drawing blood once again.

“You know, you almost hid well enough, but you should’ve known I wanted more revenge than just your brother,” He hisses, straying off script. Your eyes widen and glisten over with tears. “You shouldn’t have told him, or helped him come after me.” You scream as he slowly digs the tip of the blade into your other thigh.

“Hunters. They’re all the same,” He growls, back on script. “Some sob story that gets you in the life, an angry monster hunting you down for revenge. Then again, I guess that makes us predictable, right?” You bight back the scream that comes from him digging the blade in further. “What’s that?” He asks, slyly, digging the blade in further. You determine the blade is about an inch into your thigh at this point.

Spots speckle your vision, causing your head to lull. “Oh, no. No, no, no. We can’t have that,” He says, chuckling. He quickly pulls the blade out. “Not yet at least.”

“How about we go back to the good ole days, before I had to kill your brother.” He puts the knife down. “You know, he died in a very similar position, but you would know that, having been there,” He snarls.

“Shut up!” You yell, mustering all your remaining strength.

“What was that?”

“I said shut up Arasid! Just shut up!”

“So she does talk. I do miss our chats Y/N.” When you don’t reply, he picks back up where he left off. “I should warn you though, you may not like this.”

You stay silent, closing your eyes, waiting for his next move. You hear tools shuffling around in the bench not too far away. Damn those Winchesters, taking three days to find me. “Y/N, open your eyes. You so have to watch this.”

Your eyes are forced open, and you look over to where he’s standing. The first thing you notice is the knife. To anyone else it would be just your average knife, even to the Winchesters. But you knew better. That was the knife that haunts your nightmares. Suddenly, you feel like you’re in the same room you were when your brother died.

“Oh! I see you recognize this.” He slowly walks towards you. He holds the knife out. “You want to touch it? No? Well, I hate to break it to you, but that’s still going to happen.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but that’s not gonna happen,” Someone says, walking into view. You barely notice the other two walking in, still caught up on the knife in front of you.

“Dean Winchester. I should’ve known.” You see the slight switch in Arasid, him reverting back to the script your father had given him, but it doesn’t register in your brain.

“Another demon. I should’ve known,” Dean replies, shaking his head. You don’t see where the taller Winchester, Sam, went, but you watch as the man you presume to be Castiel, walks over towards you.

You flinch back, not wanting him to touch you, still back in that room. “I’m not here to hurt you,” He says, reassuringly. He barely register the feeling of his grace healing you, watching as Dean plunges an angel blade through Arasid.

Watching him fall to the ground, you feel relief flood through you. Only then do you realize where you’re at and who was there. “Thank you,” You whisper out, truthfully.

“You okay?” Dean asks, walking over to you. You look down at your body and back up at him.

“Physically or mentally?” You ask with a small laugh. “Can I ask where I am?”

“Some warehouse outside of town. I’m S-“

You cut him off. “Sam and Dean Winchester. It’s an honor to meet you, albeit this isn’t how I wanted it to go,” You chuckle. “I’m Y/N.”

“Just Y/N?” Dean jokes.

“Just Y/N,” You reply, honestly. With Crowley being your father you never really had a last name.

“Well, just Y/N, want to tell us how you got into this position?” Dean asks.

“Well, I guess I needed to learn the hard way that you never leave the life,” You sigh. “Especially not with a group of demons on your trail.”

“We ganked the rest of the demons here. There shouldn’t be any more.”

“No, those were just bodyguards, trust me. There’s still three or four other demons after me, if Arasid wasn’t lying. I never know with him.”

“Well, do you have somewhere to go?” Sam asks.

“No. If you had heard any of our conversation you’d know that. He killed my brother a few years back, and I never knew my dad. After that, I was out and I’ve been hiding ever since. Now my cover has been blown and I’m screwed,” You huff, not even bothering with the script anymore, creating your own.

“Sam, Dean, this girl needs help,” Castiel buts in.

“For one, I am no girl. I’ve been through things you couldn’t even imagine. Two, I’ll determine if I need help or not,” You say, crossing your arms. He raises an eyebrow at you and you drop your arms, rubbing your wrist nervously. “Okay, I may need a little help. Is there any warding or, or something?”

“Well, it depends on the demons and who they have ties with,” Sam says.

“You mean, like if they know people?” You ask, feigning worry. Sam nods his head and you let your face drop. “So I’m dead,” You exclaim, throwing your hands up into the air, pacing around the warehouse.

“Why?” Castiel asks, tilting his head.

“I’m not exactly off the radar of most demons,” You trail off.

“What do you mean by that?” Dean asks.

“Well, if Arasid found me, that means that someone,” You say with mock venom, “found me and told him.”

“Who’s someone?” Sam asks.

“Let’s just say he’s the reason I wear this,” You say, pulling the shirt over your left shoulder to reveal an anti-possession tattoo. You weren’t technically lying. Your dad made you get one when you were little, so none of his demons could possess you and use you against him.

“Well, we have a place you might be able to stay for a while,” Sam says.

“Sam,” Dean warns. “We don’t even know if we can trust her.”

“Dean, we’ve trusted worse. You’ve trusted Crowley before!” Sam replies.

“Hey!” You exclaim, not able to contain the burst of anger at the mention of your dad being bad. All three of them give you a weird look. Stepping back into your role of a hunter, you say, “I would prefer not to be compared to that scum of a demon.”

You suppress the shiver you got from saying that, feeling extremely guilty. “You seem to have an exceptional hatred of Crowley. Is he the reason you have the tattoo?” Castiel asks.

Taking a deep breath, you look down, trying your best to stay acting. “Yes, but if we could, I’d rather not talk about that Crossroads demon.”

“Crossroads? Y/N, how long did you day you’ve been out of hunting?” Dean asks.

“I didn’t, but it’s been a few years for sure.”

“Crowley isn’t just a Crossroads demon. He’s the King of Hell,” Sam explains. You widen your eyes, letting them fall into the trap.

“No wonder Arasid found me! The fricken King of Hell? I thought Lucifer was going to be bad, but Crowley?”

“You’d rather have Lucifer?” Sam asks, confused.

“Crowley isn’t exactly on my good side. The only thing Lucifer has done is what he was supposed to do,” You say. “Not saying I liked that, but Crowley?” You try to make sure you look like you’re overexerting yourself, all while keeping your knees locked. If you were right about this, then Castiel would be the one to catch you when you fall.

You watch your vision go blurry and, like you predicted, Castiel rush to catch you. “You should probably sit down.”

“I’m fine, I just need to take a minute,” You say, slightly pushing him off of you, and standing back up.

“Well, I guess you’re coming with us then!” Dean says. “You hungry?”

“I could use a piece of pie right about now,” You say, knowing this will help win Dean over.

His face lights up instantly. “Let’s go!”

With that, you were in the back of Dean’s old ’67 Impala, sitting with your next target.

#Supernatural x reader #castiel x reader #Castiel x Crowley's-Daughter!Reader #Heartbreaker #Heartbreaker Chapter 1

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 7 years ago

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Best Day Ever

Title: Best Day Ever

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 1266

Summary: Reader has a surprise for Dean.

Warning: Cotton candy fluff.

Disclaimer: Not my gif. Found it on google.

Being an Angle of the Lord made Cass the only person who knew about your little secret. With much persuasion you had him swear that he wouldn’t tell any of the guys. You wanted to tell Dean and Sam in a special way, or as special as you could come up with. A week back, you had gone to get an ultrasound with Cass at your side since he was the only one who knew. You had planned on announcing your surprise to the guys, but no ideas really struck you.

Today, however, you were ready, at least that’s what you were telling yourself. Dean and Sam were out on a hunt which allowed you the time to grab all the materials needed and prepare the surprise. When you were done setting everything up, your nerves began to eat away at you as every second flashed by. The hunter’s life wasn’t an easy one to live considering it’s endless impending dangers. Also what if Dean was against it? That specific thought hadn’t even crossed your mind till now. Wouldn’t that be the first question a woman would ask herself? Where was Cass when you needed him?

“Y/N, I felt your distress. Are you alright?” Cass popped out of now where startling you a bit.

“Jesus!”

“Why does everyone insist on calling me Jesus. I am Castiel. I am an—”

“Angel of the Lord, yes, I’ve heard the speech. And I’m not calling you Jesus, it was just a figure of speech.” You rolled my eyes. “Anyways, I’m just a little nervous about this. What if Dean gets upset?”

“I am certain that Dean will not be upset. Dean is also dealing with a similar crisis except Sam has been taking care of that.” I looked at Cass with confusion. What crisis? Does he know? No, that would be impossible. Cass is the only one who knows.

Sitting in the war room, talking with Cass, gave you comfort. Taking insight in Cass’s perspective of human consumption was oddly interesting. Dean would always cut him short before giving the conversation a chance. Suddenly the sound of the bunker door opening caught you and angel’s attention. Sam and Dean were descending the stairs when they spotted you and Cass lounging about.

“Hey baby. Hey Cass. What’s with the box?” Dean strolled over, pressing his lips against yours as he wrapped his arms securely around your waist.

“I missed you too,” you giggled. “So much so that I got you a little surprise. In fact, it’s a surprise for Sam as well.” You grinned taking a nervous glance at Cass who just nodded in assurance.

“Whoa, I’m not sharing!” Dean shouted, stretching his arms out to his sides in defense.

“Dean, get your mind out of the gutter, you perv!” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his idiocy.

“I’m kidding,” his smiled reaching his eyes. Gosh, he was beautiful. “This is great because I’ve also set up a surprise for you.” Dean smiled.

“I’ll go first,” You and Dean spoke simultaneously, sharing an endearing smile. “You know what, go ahead sweetheart. Ladies first.” Dean grinned.

You lifted the large box onto the table with ease, presenting it to both Dean and Sam, ushering Sam to stand closer to Dean. You sent Cass an ephemeral node that only he saw, signaling him to press the record button on your phone, which happened to be hidden in Cass’s trench coat. You wanted to record both Winchesters expression, especially Dean’s, when he found out. You figured that if Dean got angry, then you could easily erase it, but if Dean was happy, then you wanted to be sure to have it recorded so that you could relive it over and over again.

Dean lifted up the box, eyes enlarged as he did. He was not expecting such a large box to weigh so light. You stifled a giggle as you continued to watch the scene unfold. Sam watch with intent, standing next to his big brother, obviously just as curious to what was in the box.

“It feels like there’s nothing here,” Dean commented, passing it over to Sam so he could feel the lightness of the wrapped up box.

“Huh,” Sam muttered a sound, passing the gift back to Dean.

After unwrapping the present, Dean set the box on the table. Easily unpeeling the masking tape that was hindering the box shut, Dean lifted the flaps setting two white, helium filled, balloons free. As they rose, dragging up their attached strings, two sonogram pictures appeared on each balloon. Dean froze and Sam took a slight step back in surprise. Both Winchesters stood there motionless causing the butterflies fluttering in my stomach to turn into whirlwinds of anxiousness. You didn’t know if their reactions were a good or bad thing at this point.

“Dean?” You called his name sheepishly.

“I’m gonna be a Dad.” He finally spoke, although his face was emotionless. “I’m gonna be a dad.” He repeated. Suddenly a wide grin appeared on his lips as he turned to his younger brother. “I’m gonna be a Dad, Sam! And you’re gonna be an uncle! Uncle Sammy! Can you believe it?!” Dean was shouting now, practically dancing.

You giggled in happiness and relief. When your eyes shifted back to Dean, he was looking back at you with a smile of adoration. He made his way towards you and wrapped his arms around your waste. He gazed into your glimmering eyes before he dipped his head, pressing his lips to yours for the second time since he’s returned. “God, Y/N, marry me,” he breathed out when your lips separated.

“What?” You froze at his question, unsure that you had heard him correctly.

“When I thought you couldn’t make me the happiest man in the world than you already did, I find out that I’m going to be a father.” Tears were welling up in his eyes.

“A father to twins,” you chirped, “hence the two balloons and two sonograms,” you mentioned.

“T-Two?” Dean’s eyes seemed like they were going to jump out of their sockets. “God, you are so perfect and I don’t know how I got so lucky but I’m sure as hell glad that I am. Y/N…” Dean’s hold on you loosened as he dropped down on one knee. “Please, marry me?” He pulled out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a silver banned ring with a huge emerald in the middle and two small diamonds on each side. It was gorgeous.

“Oh my god, Dean.” You were in awe. He thought he was lucky? Clearly, it was the other way around. You were lucky to have such a selfless and deeply loving man. Dean was perfect in everyway for you.

“Y/N? You need to give me an answer, sweetheart.” Dean chuckled.

“Yes, a million life times, yes!” You cried, dropping yourself into his arms. Your hands instinctively cradled his face smashing your lips against his. You poured everything you had in that one kiss to let him know how madly in love with him you were. When the both of you pulled away, the same giddy smile painted both your lips. He stood up lifting you along with ease.

“Get in here Sammy, Cass, our family is getting bigger!” Dean beamed. Sam and Cass joined in on the hug. “Man, Sammy you’re going to be an uncle! Even you Cass!” Dean gushed. “And I’m going to be a frickin’ Dad! Me!”

“Alright Dean, calm down.” You giggled.

“Like hell I am. This is the best day ever!”

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almaasi · 8 years ago

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 12x15 “Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell”

I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS. including (but not limited to) smart!Dean, headcanons about demon reproduction, Destiel, children wishing death on an enemy, Sam’s pink eyeshadow, fandom theory, politics, bears, and the pronunciation of Cas’ name

05:15

i’m sort of pre-offended by this because cas wasn’t in the promo

why would you put dean in glasses if cas isn’t there to appreciate it huh???

(that said, davy perez wrote “stuck in the middle (with you)” so he clearly gets it)

05:20

this bear video reminds me of that girl screaming at the bear who’s eating her kayak

“BEEEAAAARRRRR”

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nU5cMZymSr0)

wow ignore the youtube comments. much salt very negative

i thought the whole thing was hilarious