#spn hwc - week 14

[winchesterprincessbride]

You’ve Been Warned

This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week #14 (14 already????) and the prompt is  “I never wanted to hurt you.”

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Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Dean Winchester

It was quiet in the bunker without Dean around.  He had gone off to help a hunter friend of his, (female of course) take care of a Rugaru case in Texas. You and Sam didn’t have a case at the moment, so you took the chance to hang out and recharge.

Dean was going to be gone for at least a week, so the two of you planned on watching movies, doing research, and sorting through the bunkers many rooms of treasures. You loved spending time with Sam. If circumstances were different….

You had a long-standing policy not to get involved with other hunters.  Mixing business and pleasure never seemed to work out well for you.  Especially since you not only worked with Sam, but you lived with him too.  It was a recipe for freaking disaster.

But damn if Sam didn’t make it difficult.  Those eyes, those dimples, and lord that ass! Not to mention his towering height, his muscles, and his hair. (Not that you were looking or anything !) But then roll in his kindness, his empathy, and his determination to always do the right thing, and it all made up for one very hard to resist guy.

You decided to go on a grocery run because you got cranky when you were out of your favorite coffee creamer.  So you took a quick shower, threw on some comfy clothes, added Sam’s requests to your list and headed off.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief when you were out the door. He’d been in a near constant state of arousal since Dean left.  He wanted you so badly it was physically painful.  The only thing that kept him from making a move is he knew how you felt about dating hunters.

But he had been in love with you since day 1, and it was becoming more and more difficult to hide his feelings.  Sometimes he felt like you loved him too, but the only thing that was holding you back was your stupid rule.

When you returned, you were very quiet as you unloaded the bags.  “Hey Y/N, wanna watch a movie tonight?” Sam asked you as he unloaded bags of fresh vegetables.

You looked up, startled, like a kid caught with her hand in the candy jar. “I…..I can’t, Sam.  I have a date tonight.”

A date?” He repeated stupidly as if he had never heard the word before.  “With who?”

You rushed to explain. “This guy Joe I just met at the grocery store.  We started talking in the coffee section and he seemed nice and he asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him tonight so I thought “why not?”

Sam shot you a look.  “So you’re going on a date with someone you just met today?”

“Yeah, so?” You said defensively.  “He seems nice.”

“Well, I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a vamp or something.” Sam blurted out.

You couldn’t hide your shock.  “Why would you say that? Is it so hard to imagine that someone normal would want to go out with me? You know what, forget it!” You slammed down the can of green beans you were holding and stormed off to your room.

Sam sighed deeply and rested his forehead against the cabinet.  “Way to totally fuck that up, dude!” he said to himself. He hid in his room until you left because he was embarrassed to face you.  Around 7 PM he heard the door to the bunker creak open and he knew you had left.

Sam rarely got shit-faced drunk.  He was all about control, and it was a rare occasion that he would drink enough to let his guard down and give up control completely.  But you and Dean were both gone and he was alone so he felt safe.

He knew where Dean hid the good stuff in his room. Dean had a bottle of 18-year old Jamison that would do nicely.  His brother was gonna kick his ass when he figured out it was missing but right now Sam didn’t give a shit.

He started slamming back shots like they were water, and he was surprised to discover that he had quickly drunk half the bottle.  Sam was a big guy, and it took a lot for him to get drunk, but soon the tension in his shoulders relaxed, and a silly grin covered his face.

He didn’t even hear the door.  He sat in the library in his bare feet, hair messy, shirt buttoned wrong, with his feet up on the table, jamming to Vince Vincente.  He was singing so loud he never even heard you coming down the steps.  Sam was only a marginally better singer than Dean.

You stood in the doorway, mouth slack with astonishment.  “Sam? What are you doing?” You asked.

He turned his head to look at you.  “Oh, your back.  How was your date with Joe?”

“It sucked.” You admitted.

“Good,” Sam said happily. “I was hoping it would.”

You looked confused, trying to figure out what was going on.  “Is that Vince Vincente? Are you drunk?”

He looked annoyed at your question.  “No……..well maybe a little…. Yeah, so what if I am?”

Your eyes flitted to the empty whiskey bottle. “Did you drink this whole thing?”

“Why do you care?” He snapped.

“Because you’re my friend, Sam.” You said softly.

He waved your words away like a bunch of annoying hornets.  “I’m so in love with you I can’t see straight, and because of some stupid rule, you won’t even consider me, but you’ll go out with a guy you just met in the coffee aisle?

“I never wanted to hurt you.” You said quietly.  “I’m too selfish, Sam. I just couldn’t bear losing you in my life if things didn’t work out.”

Sam reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap, those hunter reflexes not even dulled by the drinks. “You are the most badass hunter I know. Aren’t you brave enough to take me on?” He asked, his hazel eyes flashing with a challenge.

You stared at each other for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, while his words hung in the air.  You pushed against the table, and Sam thought you were trying to get up.  The light in his eyes faded slightly.  So when you threw yourself at him and slammed your mouth against his, you managed to knock the chair over, and both of you landed on the floor.

You were too busy sucking on Sam’s face to notice.  You pulled away slightly and whispered in his ear.  “Okay, Winchester, you win.  But I’m a handful.  You’ve been warned.”

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Dean asked from the doorway, eyebrows raised.  “Why are you two on the floor? Is that Vince Vincente? Really, Sammy?” He shook his head in disgust and headed to his room and shut the door behind him.

A second later Dean bellowed from down the hall, “Sam! Were you in my room?”

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[summer-binging-spn]

Just a Human

Word Count: 840

Warnings: Death, Angst, Sadness, Lucifer gets a little out of character

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @ravengirl94 @mamaredd123 @myplaceofthingsilove @assbutt-still-in-hell @casbabydontgoineedyou @notnaturalanahi

Author's Note: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  ‘s week 14 of the 2017 hiatus challenge, I used the dialogue prompt “I never wanted to hurt you.”

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You can’t stop the tears now. As you glance from your best friend to the Angel you love you choke back a sob. 

“Y/n,” Lucifer whispers and steps towards you. 

“You killed her,” you cry. 

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he says trying to pull you into his chest. 

“Then why would you kill her? You know how much she meant to me,” you push away from him. 

“She was just a human I never thought it would affect you this much,” he pleads. 

“I’m just a human Lucifer! What if it had been me? What if I had been here instead? What if the demons had found me?” 

“You are not just a human, you are my human. They wouldn’t dare touch you,” he defends weakly. 

“Please leave, if I need something I’ll pray or I’ll go to the bunker,” you mumble. 

“Do not go near the Winchesters,” he warns. 

“Why? They can’t bring any more danger than you,” you whisper. 

“Y/n,” he barks. 

“Go!” you yell and when you turn he’s gone. You sob to yourself and pick your phone up to call the boys. Hopefully they won’t mind helping you. 

“Hello,” Sam answers on the first ring. 

“I need some help,” you sniffle. 

“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?” Sam demands. 

“No, I need help burning a body,” you mumble. 

“Alright, your place? Is she okay?” He asks. 

“No,” you sob.

“I’m coming,” he says. Ten minutes later he’s in front of you. He wraps her in a sheet and you slowly stand up to follow him outside.

“I told you to stay away from the Winchesters,” Lucifer barks and you jump back.

“I told you to leave me alone,” you whisper.

“Pet, please don’t do this, don’t shut me out,” Lucifer pleads.

“You killed one of my only friends,” you cry.

“She was a casualty, I would never harm you,” he says holding your face in his hands.

“I’m just a human, I could become a casualty,” you whisper and start out the door.

“Y/n, I will never allow you to become a casualty,” he attempts to reassure you.

“Really? How will you constantly watch me and run Hell?” you laugh bitterly.

“I will never let any significant harm come to you,” he says and with a whoosh he’s gone. You follow Sam out through the woods and help him prepare the pyre.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

“I’ve been better,” you mumble and he lights the fire.

“She was a great hunter and friend,” he says, smiling weakly.

“It should be me up there,” you whisper.

“Don’t say that, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen after you left,” Sam says.

“I should have, I should’ve known Lucifer would do this. They hated each other, I just never thought it would lead to this,”

“It’ll be okay,” Sam mumbles and pulls you into a hug. You allow yourself to bury yourself into the younger Winchester’s arms as you cry.

“You should go back to the Bunker,” you sniff after you two get back to the house.

“Will you be okay here by yourself?” he asks, looking towards your house.

“I’ll be fine, it’ll be quiet, but I’ll be fine,” you say, trying to convince yourself.

“Are you sure? The Bunker has plenty of rooms, I’m sure Dean won’t mind,” he offers.

“Thank you Sam, but I need to stay here,” you whisper.

“Alright, if you need anything you call us, okay?”

“I will,” you nod.

“Do you need angel warding symbols?” he asks, glancing around as if Lucifer will pop up anywhere.

“No thank you, I’ll have to face him at some point,” you smile weakly up at Sam.

“Okay, be safe,” he whispers and hugs you before leaving.

“Lucifer, the least you could do is help me clean the mess up,” you whisper, while staring blankly at the blood that has seeped into your rug.

“I’m running Hell, how can I help you clean up?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“In the time it took you to say that you could’ve had this cleaned up,” you motion to the rug.

“True, but why would I want to clean up this mess?” he asks.

“If I clean that up I’ll never get my hands clean,” you whisper and with a snap of his fingers the rug is gone along with the blood.

“I am sorry she died,” he apologizes.

“I know,” you whisper, and with a snap you are sitting in the throne room of Hell.

“Luci, what are we doing in Hell?” you ask softly.

“I am getting you away from that house for a few days,” he says and a throne is sitting beside his.

“Lucifer I just wanna go home and cry,” you mumble.

“I never gave you that option,” he states and leads you to the throne beside his. You glance at the unfamiliar chair and after he sits you settle yourself in his lap.

“This okay?” you mumble into his neck.

“Perfect,” he states, rubbing your back.

[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

Cheating

Pairing: Dean x Reader; Sam x platonic!reader

Warnings: Language, cheating (pls don’t hate me), slight feelings of inadequacy, slight descriptions of injuries, arguing, fighting, ANGST

Word Count: 2006

A/N: This was written for @wideawakeandwriting ‘s 100 followers challenge. My prompts were “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?” and “You’re cute when you’re worried.” This was also written for Kari’s @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Week 14 Hiatus Challenge. The prompt was “I never wanted to hurt you.” Admittedly, this took a way angstier turn than originally planned. Please don’t hate me and beware of the ANGST. No beta and feedback always welcomed and appreciated.

Summary: After a grueling hunt Dean’s phone goes off to show you something you never expected. Will this change yours and Dean’s relationship? 

You were laying in bed at the most recent motel you guys were staying at and Dean was currently in the shower. Sam got himself a different room because …. well …. you and Dean just needed to have your own room.

You all had just gotten back from your latest hunt, a demon hunt. Those sons of bitches were the worst. This demon in particular was just trying to draw you and the Winchesters out which would have been good information to know before you went after the damn thing. It was a pretty intense battle once you had found it. He had a few henchmen that were on the larger side and could easily take the guys, which was saying a lot. The fight was brutal, but as always, the bad guys lost and you guys won.

However, that didn’t mean you didn’t walk away without some souvenirs of your own. You and the guys got pretty beaten up and got some nasty gashes. You more so than them but you didn’t want them to know that. You had to keep up your tough girl fassod. Although that was quickly fading as the pain started to settle in.

You tried to move to get more comfortable when you saw Dean’s phone light up and heard it vibrate on the night stand and grabbed it out of curiosity. You saw that it was a message from a woman named Leslie.

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. It was one thing if a woman was sending him a racy photo, but this woman …. Leslie, she was implying they had done something. This couldn’t be true. Dean, your boyfriend of two years, friend for five before that, couldn’t be cheating on you. He would never, would he?

Just as you were getting out of bed, Dean was walking out of the bathroom still a little wet in just his boxers. He looked at you and noticed the look on your face. It was a mix of confusion, worry, anger, and sadness. So, he did what he did best, made it into a joke, not having a clue what he was walking into.

“You’re cute when you’re all worried. What’s up babe?” he said.

“I don’t know you tell me,” you said your voice dripping with venom as shoved the phone into Dean’s face. His eye’s widened at the discovery. “There’s only one woman that should be sending you pictures like this and my name isn’t Leslie …. so, who’s Leslie?”

“She’s nobody.”

“Looks like somebody to me,” you screamed as the tears started rolling down your cheeks. “She said y’all had fun. What did you have fun doing with Leslie, Dean?”

“Y/N, I – it was one ti- “

“God damnit, Dean! Don’t you dare say it was only once. Once is all it fucking takes! When?”

“What?”

“When did this happen?”

“Two months ag, when you went on that solo hunt, but I swear it meant nothing. She means nothing.”

“You mean the solo hunt I almost died on? The hunt that I came staggering back in the bunker with my guts hanging out only being held in by my hands? That hunt?” you screamed clutching your new injuries on your abdomen as that pain was getting worse.

Dean didn’t seem to notice your pain. His response to you was a meek nod.

“Nice Dean, while I was dying you were off fucking some skank.”

“Y/N, please just listen. She didn’t mean anything. I swear,” Dean pleaded with you tears now running down his cheeks.

“But she does, Dean. She means I can’t trust you. She means that I wasn’t good enough for you. She means everything Dean because she is the end of us.”

“Y/N, babe. I never wanted to hurt you. Please, wait.”

“Stop, Dean. You did hurt me. I waited too long to finally call you mine, but apparently you never were. We’re done, Dean. I’m done.”

“Baby, please,” Dean choked out between sobs. He knew he had messed up.

“Sorry, you had your shot Dean. You literally did the one thing that would end this relationship and it seems like you didn’t give a rat’s ass.”

“But I do.”

“Too little too late,” you said clutching your stomach once again feeling the blood seep through your shirt. You turned around sobbing and walked out the door.

You knew you needed help and you knew the only place you had left to go was Sam. You knocked on his door and he answered.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Sam said with concern on his face.

“S-Sammy, I need your help,” you said through pain and tears.

Sam looked downed and saw the blood and quickly ushered you into the room. He led you to the bed and lifted your shirt to see the damage and quickly grabbed the first-aid kit and got to work.

“Y/N, is this from the hunt?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell one of us?”

“I needed to be tough like you guys, but it got bad and I was going to have Dean help me until… ooowww!”

“Sorry, I’m almost done sweetheart. Why didn’t you have Dean help?”

“H-he cheated on me, Sammy. We got into a fight and I stormed out and came here,” you said between sobs.

Sam clenched his jaw and finished stitching you up and headed towards the door.

“Sammy where are going?”

“To kick my dick of brother’s ass for being an idiot.”

“No, Sammy please, don’t. Please just stay with me. Lay with me?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll lay with you.” You snuggled into Sam’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.

You woke up to hear arguing outside the motel door.

“Dean, what the fuck? How the hell could you do that to her?” Sam yelled.

“I don’t know, okay? Just why the hell was she in your arms?”

“Because she came to me in tears and bleeding. Dean did you even see the gash on her stomach? It was bad.”

“She said she was fine.”

“So, we all say that when we know that we aren’t. Dean she could have bleed out and you had no clue.”

“Fuck.”

After that Sam came strolling back into the room to find you awake. He gave you a sad smile and approached the bed.

“Hey sweetheart are you ready to go?”

“My stuff is still in Dean’s room.”

“It’s in the Impala. I got it for you. Do you want to ride in a different car? I can “borrow” one if you want. I know it has to be hard to face him.”

“It’s fine Sam. I’ll be fine.”

Okay so you might have miscalculated how fine things would be. The car ride back to the bunker was long and awkward. Dean was constantly staring into the rearview mirror at you looking sad and guilty, you just scowled back at him. Sam tried to ease the tension to no avail.

You went to go to your room, but Dean stopped you.

“Y/N, can we talk, please?” Dean said.

“No, I’m tired and sore. I’m going to bed.”

“Please baby- “

“Stop, you lost the right to call me that. I wasn’t kidding Dean. We are done. You know my past, my father cheated on my mother and my ex-husband of two years cheated on me for the entirety of our marriage. These are things I told you and cheating was the one thing I could never tolerate. I can handle your drinking, your moods, and your issues because god knows I have my own. But, Dean you knew and you did it anyway. So, I’m done,” you said with finality as you turned with tears in your eyes.

At that moment, you realized you couldn’t stick around the bunker anymore. It hurt too much to see Dean every day. It hurt too much to be reminded of what you lost. As much as you would have liked to take his apology and start over, you couldn’t. That would always be in the back of your mind and that wasn’t fair to either you or Dean.

You took out some paper and a pen and wrote a letter to each Winchester. Despite this decision you still loved them both, you needed them to know that. After you finished, you packed all your belongings and left the letters on the bed. You made sure both guys were sleep and slipped out into the night never to look back at the bunker or the Winchesters again.

The next morning Sam came to your room to check on you and see how you were doing only to find it empty aside from the two letters with his and Dean’s name scribbled on them. He picked up his letter and began to read.

Sammy,

First, I need you not to kill Dean okay? I know you are going to blame him but this was my decision. Truth is, yeah Dean hurt me but this life, I’m not built for it. This was the second time in a couple months that I almost bled out because of a hunt. I need out of this life and I know that you guys won’t ever leave it so this was for the best. And like I said Dean hurt me and it is just too hard to see him day in and day out and not picture him with that woman. This is for the best for all of us, Sammy. It wouldn’t be fair to me or Dean if I stayed. We would be miserable and that wouldn’t be fair to you. I love you Sammy. You are the big brother I never knew I always wanted. Since I came into your life you have always been there for me and I really appreciate that and I’m sorry I can’t be there for you. You and Dean will always be my family but I have to leave. I’m sorry for doing this, this way.

                                            I wish you the best in life,

                                Your sister from another mister and mother I guess

                                                              Y/N

Sam wiped the tears from his face as he snatched Dean’s letter up and ran to find him.

“Dean!!!! This is your fault! She’s gone and it’s your fault.”

Dean looked at Sam with red puffy eyes that held bags underneath showing his lack of sleep. He figured you would leave, but hoped you wouldn’t. “I know. You’re right. She’s gone and it’s all my fault,” Dean said as he grabbed the letter from Sam’s hand and went to his room and shut the door.

Dean my love,

When I first met you, I knew you were the one. After being with Craig for two years and being miserable you were my light. I took so long to finally admit my feelings and I guess that went to my disadvantage. You were the love of my life, hell you still are, but you hurt me Dean and I can’t see passed that. I know this hurts and for that I’m sorry but this is the only way. I can’t stay there every day and see you and be reminded of what you did. This letter is not meant to yell at you more, I did enough of that. I can’t live the hunter life anymore. I’m not built for it and I know you and Sammy will continue it and I would never ask you to. This is for the best Dean, for all of us. I love you and I always will, but I need you to not look for me. I need you to move on. I need you to be happy so that way we can all be happy. That’s all I want is for you to be happy.

                                                       I wish you the best in life,

                                              The one who got away (and will always love you)

                                                                                     Y/N

Dean stared at the letter the tears falling. He really fucked up and now you were gone. Gone from his life. Forever.

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[supernaturallymarvellous]

A Break in the Boredom

Summary: Down time between hunts leaves Dean feeling a little bored and that can never end well, can it?

A/N: This is my entry for Week 14 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompt given is in bold.

Word Count: 611

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Warnings: Slight character injury, nothing graphic

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The sound of bone breaking was a sound you would never become accustomed to, no matter how many times you heard it.  The noise never failed to send a shiver down your spine, especially when you were the cause of it.  Most of the time, you only ever had to hear it when you in the middle of a hunt and were facing off against some vicious monster who was trying to hurt you.

This time however it wasn’t one of your enemies who was on the receiving end of your attack…..it was Dean.  It was all his own fault; he was the one who had been creeping around the bunker in the dead of night, just looking for the perfect opportunity to scare the holy hell out of you.  So when your fist connected with the bridge of his nose, you could safely say that it was an action based entirely in self-defence.

Because you were currently in between hunts, life was a little boring and being stick in the bunker with nothing to do was starting to drive you all a little stir crazy.  Sam had practically made a den in the library and was rearranging all of the books. You were holed up in your bedroom, working your way through your Netflix list and an enormous pile of snacks.  Dean however….well Dean just couldn’t sit still. After he’d thoroughly washed Baby, he’d cleaned all of the weaponry you possessed and sorted out the kitchen cupboards. But once he’d run out of things to keep him occupied, he decided to play a few pranks.  

It started with little things like swapping out your Skittles for M&Ms, and moving Sam’s water bottle from one part of the library to another, just to mess with his head.  After a few hours of not getting a reaction from you and Sam though, Dean decided to ramp up his efforts and had taken to trying to scare you senseless; not an easy task to achieve but one he was taking with the utmost seriousness.

You had heard Sam’s screams as Dean jumped out at him wearing a clown mask, had listened to his chuckles as he’d thrown plastic snakes around corners, but so far, you had remained safely tucked up in your room under a cocoon of blankets.  Everything changed however when you ran out of soda and had to make a run to the kitchen for more.

Knowing that Dean was out there somewhere, just waiting to frighten you, had you on high alert.  Switching on every light between your room and the pantry, you walked as quickly as you could.  However Dean still managed to get the better of you and just as you walked into the kitchen, he jumped out from behind the door causing you to scream.  

Screaming wasn’t your only reaction and, as your hunting instincts kicked in, your fist swung out and smashed Dean squarely in the face.

“What the hell, Y/N?!  Why would you hit me?”

“I never wanted to hurt you but you left me no choice.  You bought this on yourself, Winchester.  In the future, maybe you should engage your brain before sneaking up on someone in the dark.  What did you think was going to happen?!”

“Honestly?  I thought you’d scream and then run away.  Dammit woman, I think you broke my nose.”

Turning away from him, you marched over the large freezer that stood in the corner of the room.  Reaching into it, you grabbed a bag of ice and threw it towards Dean.  

“Like I said, it serves you right. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have more movies to watch.”

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[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 14

I am sorry last weeks masterlist will be late I don’t have a laptop at the moment and making masterlists without is is next to impossible. I will create it as soon as I can.

This week’s duedate is Wednesday August 30th - 8pm CET/2pm EST.

Let’s recap the rules shall we?

- Everyone can join in!

- You can write as much or as little as you want.

- All actors, characters, ships, types of readers, ocs are allowed. As long as it ties to SPN we are good.

- AUs are welcome also

- Two prompts are given each week. You can use both or just one or you can write a fic for each. You can skip any weeks you’d like as well. All optional.

- Mention the challenge in the A/N and use the hashtags #SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 AND # SPN HWC - WEEK 14 within the first five tags

- You can tag me but I will not promise I will read nor reblog all of them.

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PROMPT 1 (Dialouge prompt):

” I never wanted to hurt you “

PROMPT 2 (Gif):

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[legion1993]

If I was you I’d run, But You’re not & I Won’t.

A/N: thank you everyone for all the love these last few weeks have been crazy but ive pulled through. Once more im pleased to introduce another week: #14 is here and right now I would like to thank @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for this fantastic SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge. As always give it some love, and ignore any spelling/grammatical errors.

Plot: the day you never thought would happen did, you never imagined though that you instantly would be accepted into a new home. But what happens when your new home houses the man who your heart chooses not to ignore.

Prompt: “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

You and your brother have been hunters for about 5 years after your father was killed by a demon. This day you both are tracking a wendigo that has been terrorizing a local town in Kansas. Searching the woods you come across the beast's lair and quietly go inside, guns at the ready.

Four corpses come into view, one of them still moaning and barely alive. You can hear something that sounds like eating coming from a corner. The wendigo has his back turned to you and is chowing down on another body.Suddenly your brother, who was behind you, lets out a terrifying scream and you whip around just in time to see the creature's mate take a bite out of your brother's arm. 

Y/N: "NO!"

 You scream and shoot at it, grazing it with your bullet. It snarls at you and moves toward you, its mate now noticing you as well. They back you into a corner and you try shooting them again, but they knock the gun from your hands. 

Just as you scream for what seems will be the last time, another gunshot is heard, a few in fact. The next thing you know, both monsters are walking away towards the newcomers.

 As you scramble to get out of the corner and back to the entrance, you are knocked over by one of the creatures that was sent flying across the room by an invisible force.

 As more bullets are expelled both wendigos finally die, and strong hands help you off the floor of the cave. 

You look up into the most gorgeous pair of eyes this side of the known galaxy. Gentle hands brush dirt and hair away from your face and eyes. Then your knight in shining armor speaks, his voice strong and reassuring. 

Sam: "Are you alright? I never wanted to hurt you, please tell me you are ok."

You clear your throat and manage to find words, even as your gaze momentarily reverts to your brother, laying dead on the ground.

 Y/N: "I'm ok, just bruised. But my brother.."

 Tears begin to fall as you mourn the loss of the only family you had left. 

The same strong arms that helped you up wrap around you as you bury your head in his strong chest. He strokes your hair and just lets you cry. 

After a few minutes you settle down a bit and look back up at this man that helped you.

 Y/N: "Sorry. I dont usually cry on shoulders, especially on people i dont know."

 Sam: “its ok nothings gonna happen to you.”

 You wipe some tears back and address both men.

 Y/N: "Thanks for saving my life. I dont usually make mistakes like that. And now i lost the only family i had left. I'm YN. My family have been hunters for some time. My brother and I have been full time hunters since our father was killed by a demon."

The man who rescued you and helped you up spoke first.

 Sam: "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. We are hunters as well. Do you need a place to stay?"

 You shrug.

 Y/N: "I will find something. My parents were rich. I have the means to stay almost anywhere, i just hate being alone. And now that my brother is gone i literally have no one." 

Sam puts a gentle hand on your shoulder and smiles.

 Sam: "You can stay with us for as long as you need. We have a place big enough for lots of people."

His warm caring response is like a magnet. You nod a yes and go with the brothers. 

After a hot shower, you don a fresh pair of jeans and an emerald green tank top, your favorite one because it matches your eyes.

 You let your long hair hang loose to dry and make your way to the eating area where a plate of bacon, sausages, eggs, and toast await your empty stomach. Sam sits beside you and Dean beside him. You chow down knowing its been a few days since you ate food this good.

 A few weeks pass. Upon learning Sam and Dean were the famous Winchester brothers that you and your brother had heard so much about, you almost fainted at breakfast that first morning.

 They have been very welcoming to you and have even trained with you to see how much you knew about fighting and protecting yourself. It turned out you could beat both, not easily mind you, but you had both brothers flat on their backs in less than 4 minutes. 

One question always burned in your mind about Sam. That night he rescued you, the monster flying away from him and almost squashing you, you wondered how he was able to do that. He never talked about it, and it really wasn't your concern, so you never pushed for answers.

Today you have Sam as your sparing partner. Dean is out picking up groceries. Sam has been picking up on some of your moves and has started using them in your workouts. He's pretty good, you think to yourself. 

You are momentarily distracted by his firm biceps, and that lands you flat on the mat, pinned by Sam.

Both of you are panting hard and staring at each other, then Sam bends down and kisses you lightly on the lips. 

He lifts his head and looks into your eyes. 

Sam: "I'm sorry, i dont know what got into me. You looked so beautiful laying there and...never mind. It wont happen again."

 Sam gets to his feet and helps you do the same. Then he turns to leave and shower.

Y/N: "Sam! Wait. What if i do want that to happen? Im in love with you Sam Winchester. Have been since we met, since you saved my life."

You go to him and kiss him, wrappin’ your arms around his neck and pressing your body against his. Sam wraps his arms around your waist and carries you to his room. You begin removing each other's clothes, almost savagely, eager to be closer to one another. 

Sam lifts you and you wrap your legs around his bare torso. He lays you down on his bed and covers your body with his, while his hands search out your most intimate places. He caresses your breast and runs his thumb lightly across your nipple, causing you to moan.

 Then you feel him moving lower, finding your very core, and dipping one finger inside. You throw your head back and cry out his name as you experience your first orgasm. Then Sam pushes slowly inside you, stretching you, filling the emptiness, your barrier of innocence no longer present.

 Then he is moving in rhythm, in and out, and kissing you at the same time. This potent mix of sensations has your mind spinning and another orgasm hits you hard. You cry out again, digging your nails into Sam's back, and he cries out his own release. Exhausted, both of you fall asleep in each others arms, still entwined.

 Dean comes back from the store and begins to worry when he doesn't hear or see either of you. He calls Sam's name and gets no immediate response so Dean goes barging into room and comes upon the two of you in bed. You panic slightly trying to cover what isnt already covered by Sam's body. Sam sits up just as startled and flings a cover over you. 

Sam: "Dean what the hell man? Ever heard of knocking?" 

Dean, now slightly embarrassed, averts his eyes and backs out of the room slowly.

 Dean: "Sorry, leaving now. By the way, nice assets YN!"

 And laughs as he closes the door, narrowly escaping a projectile pillow aimed directly at his head. You and Sam look at each other and giggle as well, and make love again before getting up and dressed.

Dean has started making some lunch and has a newspaper spread out on the table.

 Disappearances of young children in Wyoming has residents scared and police have no leads whatsoever. Sam reads the article and goes to his computer to search for possible reasons.

 The article states that the target range is 12 to 14 years old, both male and female. No blood or signs of struggle suggest the victims were alive when taken.

 While Sam researches, you grab some food. Dean has laid out some fresh buns and sandwich fixings.

By the time Sam is done you have created one of the best looking sub sandwiches on the planet. Dean looks at your masterpiece with envy as you chow down. You made one for Sam as well. Dean scowls and says,

 Dean: "How come he gets an awesome sandwich and i dont?"

 You smile playfully.

 Y/N: "Perhaps next time you decide to barge into a room without knocking, you should consider the possible repercussions of said actions."

 Sam bursts out laughing, causing you to giggle as well. Even Dean joins in the laughter but adds,

 Dean: "Have to say though, it was worth every second. And i meant what i said, you really do have some nice assets."

 To which you throw a bun at Dean's face, hitting him square on the nose, even as your cheeks turn a nice shade of red.

 Sam pulls you over to sit on his lap and kisses you, making you forget your embarrassing situation earlier.

 Sam: "Your gorgeous when you blush YN."

 Sam whispers in your ear. Smiling, you steal Sam's sandwich and put it on your plate. Sam playfully picks you up amd throws you over his shoulder, heading for the bedroom.

 Y/N: "Later Sam. We do need to find out what's been stealing those children. I hate it when children are involved in any way shape or form."

 Sam: “fine but you owe me for leaving me hanging there babe.”

 You looked down at his bulge all happy and hard and you giggle kissing him again slightly.

 Dean: “oh god kill me please.”

 Sam sighs, knowing you are right, and puts you back down, but not before playfully slapping your ass right in front of Dean. Your cheeks resume their reddish tint as you help with the research.

 The three of you head to the area where the disappearances have been taking place. After Sam and Dean ask some questions at the local law enforcement office, they meet up with you for lunch.

 While they were doing their investigating, you went to visit some of the parents who's children were taken.

 Once you meet up at a burger joint and order some food, you and the guys share your findings.

Dean pipes up first.

 Dean: "The police dont have alot of clues. The children were taken from their rooms while asleep. No signs of struggle and no blood. They did find some water at each of the crime scenes but thats about it. What did you find YN?"

 You sip some iced tea.

 Y/N: "I think the water started as frozen footprints. The parents all said the rooms were way below freezing and all the grass around the house was frozen."

 Dean comments,

 Dean: "So what, Frosty the Snowman is taking these kids?"

 Sam pulls out his laptop.

 Sam: "No Dean. Actually i read about a mythical creature that can do everything YN just described. Its a Morko, a childhood creature from Swedish folklore. It constantly seeks warmth and friendship but it always ends up rejected and alone."

 y/N: "That sounds kinda sad if you ask me."

 You say. Dean scoffs and retorts,

 Dean: "Sad or not, the thing is stealing kids. We need to track it and get those kids home."

 You and Sam nod your heads in agreement. Whatever this creature's story, it shouldn't be taking children from their families.

 You try finding more info about this morko, or groke as it is known in some cultures, specifically where it likes to live. All descriptions and stories suggest it lives in a cold cavern, and you tell Sam to map out nearby places that may be cold enough for the morko to stay in.

 The three of you get a couple of rooms at a local motel and grab some beer. You take one of the beers and head to the other room, where you take a shower and change into some shorts and a sweatshirt. You brush your teeth and then towel dry, brush and braid your hair for the night.

 A few minutes later Sam comes in to your room. His eyes look over you with promise, then he crosses the room and takes you to the bed, where the rest of the evening is spent making love and sleeping in eachothers arms.

 The next morning Dean comes barging into yours and Sams room, once again finding you both in a compromising position. Startled and once again a nice shade of red, you duck under the covers while Sam once again yell at his brother.

 Sam: "Dean! Didn't we have this conversation already? Like what the hell?"

 Dean turns his eyes away but remains in the room.

 Dean: "Sorry but this couldn't wait. I have been studying the maps and found an old abandoned cold storage facility. It has an underground freezer section as well. Bet it would serve perfectly as a cold cavern. We gotta move our asses though, cuz if that's where he has the kids, they are is serious danger of hypothermia."

 You and Sam look at each other, eyes wide.

 Y/N: “guess the fun is over for now dear..”

 Sam: “I know babe ill make it up to you… once we rescue the kids.”

 Y/N: “now dean leave so I can come out and we can get dressed.”

 Dean: “fine I will but hurry up you 2..”

 Dean leaves the room and the two of you get dressed and hop into the Impala.

 Dean is already in the driver seat. You climb in the front at Sam's insistence, being the gentleman he is.

 Dean smiles as you get in, mentioning something about still having some nice assets. You gasp and punch his arm, as Sam chuckles in the back seat.

 Sam: “dean maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself.”

 Dean: “ya but what fun would that be.”

 Y/N: “well for starters I wouldn’t want to punch you…”

 Dean: “please ive taken worse.”

 Sam: “care to test it after this?”

 Dean looked at you and then slightly at sam & sighed.

 Dean: “ya but sweetheart don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

 The abandoned cold storage is about 2 miles west of the town. When you get there the three of you notice ice on the ground surrounding the entrance.

 You grab some flare guns and a shotgun and head inside. You immediately take notice of how much colder it is inside, and how it seems to get colder as you near the underground storage.

 You find some old stairs that lead down into darkness. Dean and Sam both turn on flashlights, while you aim the flare gun into the basement.

 Sam goes first, motioning for everyone to be quiet and listen. The three of you can hear crying, and faint shouts for help.

 You can also hear some moaning, like a wounded animal, that also sounds like crying. As you approach one of the closed doors, you hear people inside. You try the door but its frozen shut.

 Y/N: "Guys, over here. I hear some of the kids but i cant budge the door. Its stuck."

 The boys grab the handle with you and manage to open the door. Six young teens come running out, hugging all of you. Dean tells them to quietly make their way outside and wait by the car. He gives one of them a phone and tells them to call their parents and the police.

 Slowly you find more sections with more kids. But there are still 2 missing and you still haven’t found the creature. One of the last kids you rescued tells you there is an open area further down where the thing likes to live and bring the children.

 They are never hurt but are also never allowed to leave. The monster tries to be friendly without realizing he is frightening the kids, and cannot understand why no one wants to stay and play.

 Slowly you find more sections with more kids. But there are still 2 missing and you still haven’t found the creature. One of the last kids you rescued tells you there is an open area further down where the thing likes to live and bring the children.

 They are never hurt but are also never allowed to leave. The monster tries to be friendly without realizing he is frightening the kids, and cannot understand why no one wants to stay and play.

 The kid leaves to join the others after telling you this new information. You, sam and Dean all look at each other, taking in this new information with a grain of salt.

 You continue down the hallway, following the instructions given to you by the kid. After about 5 minutes you see a corner with a bright light coming from it.

 As you walk quietly around the corner you and the boys witness something new. The morko is humming, or at least what appears to be humming, and attempting to involve the two remaining kids in some fun dancing. When you look at the children they seem confused and frightened but otherwise unharmed.

 Suddenly the creature stops and notices the three of you, and so do the kids. Dean motions to the guns but you stop him.

 Y/N: "Don't make any threatening moves. This thing doesn't want to harm anyone, he wants friends. He's lonely."

 You put down your weapon and take Sam's hand. You feel power in him, which is strange to you because as far as you know, you don't have any abilities yourself.

 But this creature's joyful personality, combined with Sam's power, is allowing you to connect with it mentally.

 Seeing it can't speak English, it has never been able to communicate it's desire for friends, companionship.

 You feel it's pain, the emptiness it has carried for centuries. Your heart fills with the desire to help find a suitable companion for the morko. The room gets brighter and from the ice on the floor, a shape forms.

 Y/N: “guys whatever you see in the next few moments don’t think of me any different.”

 Sam: “we wont…”

 Dean: “what do you mean?”

 It grows and becomes what appears to be a smaller version of the morko. Like a child, the younger creature begins to clap and dance around playfully. The older morko smiles with his white teeth and dances with thw smaller one. Even the children think this is cute, and clap along. You soar with your mind, finding an extremely isolated area in the snow covered mountains of Siberia.

 Then you create a doorway for the two morkos to travel to this new home, which they happily do, but not before the older one extends a hand to you, a sign of friendship and a thank you for helping him find a friend.

 Later as you, Sam and Dean finish with the police and get all the kids back to their homes, Sam pulls you aside. He takes your hand in his and says,

 Sam: "YN, what you did in there was amazing. I'm glad you were able to find a solution that didnt involve killing it."

 You smile up at Sam.

 Y/N: "Thanks. I didnt even know i could do that. But knowing that now, i dont know how this will affect what we found. If you dont want to be with me anymore i will understand."

 A tear escapes even as you try to hide your fear of rejection. You finally find someone to love and you end up a freak.

 Sam chuckles and turns you back to face him, lifting your chin so he can look into your eyes.

 Sam: "Seriously? You honestly think that would scare me off? Dean scares me more than you ever will. I love you, YN. I want you in my life for as long as i can, that is if you are willing."

 Your fear of rejection turns to tears of joy as you leap into Sam's arms and you kiss him. Sam returns the kiss and holds you close.

 Sam: "Marry me."

 He whispers in your ear. You nod happily and he pulls you in for another long deep passionate kiss.

 The next while it was fun and exciting you were engaged to another hunter, you never thought it would happen but it did. You were sure that this was what you wanted. the day had come, this was the day that you and dean would battle it out.

 Sam: “whatever happens in there ill still love you.”

 Y/N: “better it is gonna be a really close fight.”

 Sam: “well this is getting filmed so we can laugh at it later.”

 You took a chuckle as you finished stretching.

 Y/n: “ready Dean?”

 Dean: “are you? look doll I don’t want to hurt you.”

 Y/N: “ya I know but you wont.”

 You took your moment with sam as he wished you good luck then gave a thumbs up to dean who just glared at him.

 Sam stood in the middle and cleared his throat.

 Sam: “single combat hand to hand no weapons begin.”

 You and dean got into position and lunged at eachother.

 This was gonna be the start of a happy life with these 2 men who are not only fantastic hunters but your new family. This was more than you could ever ask for.  

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 14 Masterlist

PROMPT 1:   “ I never wanted to hurt you ”

Reader Fics

Sam x Reader

You’ve Been Warned by @winchesterprincessbride

If I Was You I’d Run, But You’re Not & I Won’t by @legion18993

Dean x Reader

The Agreement by @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms 

Cheating by @wayward-marvel-sommer1196

A Break in the Boredom by @supernaturallymarvellous

Jensen x Reader

Diamonds & Shutters Part 4 by @jayankles

General Fics

Aftermath by @docharleythegeekqueen

PROMPT 2  (Gif Prompt): 

NONE

BOTH PROMPTS IN ONE FIC:

NONE