#spn hwc - week 3

[winchesterprincessbride]

The Lore Can Wait

This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Challenge, Week 3.  The prompt is, “Could you be any louder?”

Sam was up to his eyeballs in ancient texts about sirens when he finally realized you were calling his name.

“Sam! Sammy! Earth to Sam Winchester! Look, a clown!” Giggling at the panicked look on Sam’s face, you winked at him.  “Made you look!” you teased.

“What?” Sam snapped irritably.

“Are you DEAF, Dude?” Dean demanded.  “Come, ON. You comin’ or not?”

It was then that Sam noticed you and Dean both had your coats on.  “Coming where?” 

“To the bar, Genius!  If I do another second of research, my eyeballs will fall out!”  You sighed dramatically.

“I have a lot of research I want to do tonight,” Sam said stubbornly.

“Come ON, Sam! Who’s gonna be my wingman when Dean inevitably ditches me for some bar skank?” You whined.

“Hey!” Dean said indignantly.

“I’m not in the mood,” Sam repeated.

“Nevermind, then.  Forget we asked.  Come on Dean.” You said quietly, walking towards the door, shoulders slumped.

Dean looked at his brother critically. “One of these days when you hit puberty your gonna realize there’s more to life than research and studying the lore, Sammy.”  Leaving Sam to ponder this he walked out to join you in the garage.

“My brother is an idiot,” Dean told you as you drove to the bar.

“No, he’s not, Dean.  He just doesn’t see me that way.  I have to accept it and move on.  It’s pointless to chase after a guy who’s clearly not interested.” You said, trying not to cry.

Dean rolled his eyes.  “Oh, he’s interested.  I’ve seen him checking out your ass more than once.  I know my brother.  He’s interested.  He watches you when he knows your not looking.”

You snorted with laughter. “Whatever. I just want to get drunk and not think about Sam.  Can we do that?”

Once you were at the bar, you knocked shots back like they were water as you rebuffed the advances of one guy after another. None of them were enormous Moose with huge brains, even bigger hearts, and smiles that made you melt.  

Dean had been exchanging come-hither looks with a hot blonde that had eventually led to conversation.  He was on the verge of sealing the deal when he noticed how drunk you really were.  He couldn’t in good conscience leave you here. 

Alcohol tended to act like truth serum for you.  An idea began to form in his mind.  Telling his conquest he just needed to run you home, he promised he’d be right back.

“Where’s the fire?” You demanded as Dean hustled you into the Impala.

“I’m taking you home.  You know, Y/N, you should tell Sam what a moron he is.  He needs to know what a dumbass he’s being.” Dean suggested.

“He sure does!” You agreed. “He would be lucky to have me!” 

Dean pulled up to the bunker, and once you were in safely, he went back to town and his company for the night.

You tripped over the door jam and stumbled over a discarded pair of Dean’s boots. Your purse flew out of your hand and fell down the stairs, spewing its contents everywhere.

“Dammit!” you yelled in frustration.

Sam came running up the steps, gun raised.  You shrieked in alarm, knocked into Sam, and almost succeeded in pushing you both down the stairs.  Luckily one of you was sober, so you managed to stay upright.

“Could you be any louder?” He asked you. “For a hunter your certainly clumsy.”

“Fuck off, Winchester, for someone so smart, your pretty dumb AND blind,” you told him, pushing off him and wobbling down the stairs, your purse forgotten. Sam came after looking confused.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Where’s Dean?”

You sighed dramatically. “Dean’s with his flavor of the minute. He made me come home because he said I was too drunk. Is it hot in here? I think it’s hot. I need a beer.”

You suddenly slipped your arms inside your shirt and wiggled around.  The next minute you produced a black lacy bra which you threw on the floor with a flourish. “Whew, much better!  That thing was pinching me!”

You tottered off to the kitchen to get a beer.  “I TOLD you Dean would ditch me!   I wish HE was the one I liked because I would have gotten laid by now. Shoulda chose him instead of…..oh never mind.”

You fished around in the fridge for a beer, and finding one, uncapped it and took a long swallow.  When you turned around, Sam was standing in front of you, your bra dangling from his finger.

“Who did you choose, Y/N? Who do you like?” Sam asked you in a quiet voice.

“Poor, dumb, oblivious Moose.  You really have no idea, do you?” You reached up and gently caressed his cheek. “Maybe you should check the lore, that’s what you’re good at.” You made a move to walk around him, but his huge hand closed around your wrist and held you steady.

“I’m not nearly as oblivious as you think I am,” Sam growled, slamming his lips to yours and swallowing your yelp of surprise.  You melted against him, and he deepened the kiss, cupping your face as his tongue ravaged your mouth.

“It’s a shame your not into me, because you would get so lucky right now.” You murmured, leaning against Sam for support.  He picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the kitchen towards his room.

“Screw the lore.  It can wait.”

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[summer-binging-spn]

Tom & Jerry?

Word Count: 784

Warnings: None? A little lover’s spat? Charlie is still alive?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @ravengirl94 @wayward-mirage @helvonasche @mamaredd123 @myplaceofthingsilove @assbutt-still-in-hell @casbabydontgoineedyou

Author's Note: This is for @deathtonormalcy56  ‘s week 3 of the 2017 hiatus challenge. I sorta did both prompts, Could you be any louder? And Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas. So it’s before your wedding and you’re watching cartoons. Yay cartoons!

“You’re watching Tom and Jerry and our wedding is a month away. You have yet to pick out flowers, bridesmaid dresses, or a cake, don’t you think you should be doing something towards the wedding?” Dean asks, interrupting your cartoon watching.  “Um I don’t think I should,” you mumble, shoveling another bite of Ben & Jerry’s into your mouth.  “Are you kidding me? It’s a month away, and you haven’t picked out any of the important things,” he demands. “Could you be any louder?” you grumble.  “Yes, you haven’t gotten a cake, flowers, or bridesmaid dresses,” he grumbles.  “But I’ve picked out the most important thing,” you grin. 

“What’s that?” He groans.  “My groom,” you say and pull him onto the bed with you.  “Not gonna work this time, we have to choose what we’re going to have at the wedding,” he says, closing your laptop. You groan and lay face down on the bed. “Aren’t you supposed to be excited and bridezilla about all this?” Dean asks.  “No, I don’t wanna,” you whine.  “Well you have to, Charlie is on the way to help you,” Dean grins.  “You have to help me with the cake,” you grumble. You don’t know why you agreed to such an event now.  “I will,” he promises softly.  “Alright,”  “I’m back bitches,” you hear Charlie’s voice bounce off the bunker walls. You stand up and look down at your sweatpants and old tee.  “I have to change,” you mumble, standing up grabbing your nearest pair of jeans. You yank then on and a black v-neck. You grab a flannel on your way out the bedroom.  “I’ll never get tired of watching you in those jeans,” Dean grins, pulling you back into him.  “Alright I have to go pick out brides maid dresses,” you say, wriggling out of his grip.  “You have fun with that,” he says walking back to your room.  A few hours later you return home with leftovers from a girls’ lunch and good news about the bridesmaid dresses.  “Can we have pie at the wedding?” Dean asks, walking towards you. You sit down to think about it.  “That might not be such a bad idea,” you mumble glancing up at him.  “I’ll help you make them,” he smiles.  “Who said I was making them?” you ask,  “Well you make the second best pie I’ve ever eaten, and I’d really love it if you made the pie for our wedding,” Dean whispers. “Second best?” you glance up at Dean. “You know mom’s is the best I’ve ever had,” he grins. “Maybe you should get your mom to make the pies,” you say, crossing your arms. “Mom’s paying for my tux, I don’t think she’ll bake the pies too,” he pouts. “Well that’s too bad, because I’m supposed to be bridezilla,” “I was just saying that most girls would be insane if they didn’t have their bridesmaid dresses yet,” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “Well that’s wonderful isn’t it? Making fun of me?” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “I’m sorry, can we please just agree on this?” he pleads. “I don’t know,” you grumble. “You’re still mad at me for making you go bridesmaid dress shopping today. Aren’t you?” he asks. “No, I’m just frustrated that you think I should be making the dessert for our wedding,” you bite. “What are you two fighting about now?” Sam asks as he walks into the room. “Please explain to your brother that I cannot make the dessert for our wedding,” you look up at Sam. “Dean, why would you ask her to do that?” Sam asks, glancing between you two. “Because her pies are amazing,” he cries. “It’s her wedding too Dean,” “There are going to be what, twenty people there? So how many pies would you have to make?” Dean asks. “Dean that’s not the point, I should be worried about other things. Not pies,” you shake your head. “Like you were worried about the bridesmaid dresses?” he demands. “Dean, I just told them to wear what they wanted,” you mumble. “But you’re making Sam and I wear suits,” he grunts. “If I didn’t you would be wearing a t-shirt, flannel and a jacket,” you state. “So? It’s my wedding,” Dean grumbles. “Dean, just let it go. You’re wearing a suit, I’m wearing a wedding dress, the girls have their dresses, I have something special for that night,” you whisper. “I’m gonna order some pies,” Sam says, struggling to get out of the room fast enough. You giggle at making the younger Winchester uncomfortable. “Good job,” Dean grins, pulling you close to him. You lean on him, exhausted from shopping and allow him to lead you to bed.

[jayankles]

First Degree Burns Part 3

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader (eventually)

Summary: Firefighter!AU. Dean is the new firefighter than has recently moved in, unbeknownst to you. You hear screaming and shouting outside of your house and waste no time to help those in need. You find out your neighbour’s son is still in the house and run in to save him. But can you?

Word Count: 2230

Beta: @misticty – Thanks dude, you are awesome!

A/N – For @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s Favourite Things Challenge with the prompt: Firefighter!AU. This is Part 3. And it is for her SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 17 with the prompt: ‘tell me something I don’t know about you.’

Catch Up Here

‘It’s okay, I know how hard it is to lose someone you love.’ A look of sorrow passed over your face as you thought about worse times, a smile mimicked his previous one. ‘I know what it’s like to lose a child, I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone else.’

Dean’s face had grown pale. He didn’t know what it felt like to lose a child but he had lost his mother and Sam’s mother. He couldn’t think about the pain and despair, it was a heartbreaking thought that he didn’t want to conjure, he couldn’t think about losing another loved one especially his little boy.

Dean’s eyebrows were furrowed, they deepen and he tried to decipher what you meant by it. You had lost a child?

He didn’t want to know what that felt like, not in a million years. He had learned first hand that you would do anything for someone else’s child but what was it that you hadn’t done to lose yours. Was it due to natural causes? He knew it would have been rude to ask but his curiosity ran wild. His mind running a mile a minute trying to picture a little girl who looked exactly like you, changing their eye colour, imagining their father to have a slightly different shade.

Of course, the door had opened and a doctor wearing a white overcoat came in.

His name tag, next to his stethoscope, reading Castiel.

‘Mr Singer,’ the doctor walking over to where Bobby was and shaking his hand. 'I would say that it was a pleasure seeing you again but given the circumstances I-’

‘Cas!’ You whined, causing Dean to retreat to the corner of the room where a spare chair was luckily located. ‘My leg hurts!’

Castiel read your charts, scanning all the notes inside the clipboard that was attached to the bed.

'Cas! You were my daddy’s doctor! Tell me something I don’t know about you.’

With all seriousness, Cas deadpanned, 'I’m an Angel of the Lord, and I married a demon.’

The doctor injected the morphine into you, reducing the pain immensely, almost immediately.

Your head started to spin and you couldn’t figure out why but the others around you did. They giggled and tittered as the medication ran through the tube and into your body.

‘But Daddy,’ you whined, hyped up on the morphine, ‘can’t you see it?’

Bobby chuckled as he scraped a hand under his cap and down his face. ‘See what pumpkin?’

‘We – all of us – are on a cloud. We are floating on a cloud.’ Your voice light and breathy. 'Cas is an Angel and we’re in heaven.’

Sam looking to his father, finding a smile on Dean’s face. ‘Is she okay, dad?’ Sam had whispered.

Dean quietly laughed from where he was sitting in the corner of the room. ‘Yeah, Sammy. Y/N’s okay. She’s just a little full of morphine to take the pain away from her leg. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she doesn’t remember this.’

‘Dad where are we going to stay?’ Sam looked around and lowered his voice so that only he and Dean could hear.

Dean exhaled a breath, hoping that he wouldn’t have to answer that question just yet but knew that since Sam had asked he would have to answer.

‘For now, I guess we’ll have to stay at the firehouse. There are beds for when we take 12 maybe even 24 hour shifts; we’ll stay there until then. I’ll try my hardest to find a place but… that is all I can do. Try.’

Dean and Sam were going to suffer, again. This being the second time.

Someone up there must have hated the Winchesters, they must have done something wrong in a previous life.

Your eyes were drooping enough to send you back to sleep. Bobby got up and patted the back of your hand but you didn’t feel it, you didn’t feel the kiss that Jody placed on your head either because you were out for the count.

Bobby and Jody started to retreat from the room, Sam and Dean following their lead, standing and stretching their tired, stiff muscles.

Sam shoved his good hand in his jacket pocket the other held up by the sling standardly issued by the hospital. Underneath the cast, was already beginning to become itchy but if he touched it his arm and recovery could get worse.

You had been discharged a few days later and prescribed some more medication for you to take only when the pain became unbearable.

However, you felt like an invalid with all the titanium rods piercing through your leg. The fracture not quite healed yet which reduced you to being in a wheelchair for the time being. You would only be able to move to the crutches stage when your physio therapist only deemed you fit enough.

Now here you were with a box of doughnuts in your lap as Bobby pushed you into the fire station, looking for the firefighters that had rescued you from next doors burning building.

The friendly woman at the reception desk had given you a warm smile, seeing as you were currently immobile, she typed up the location of the incident and a few minutes later picked up the phone and asked for Lafitte, Fitzgerald, Harvelle and Winchester.

'You got a visitor boys and girl.’ The receptionist had said, you still hadn’t caught her name. She hummed a few times and before telling them to come down to main entrance, where she was currently situated.

The receptionist lead you over to the seats on the left side of room, so your father could sit down, he decided not to protest against the stern looking woman at the front. ‘They’ll be down in a minute.’

‘Dad, do you think they’ll like the doughnuts?’ Even though you had asked about half a dozen times already, you couldn’t help but be nervous and ask again.

‘Pumpkin, for the hundredth time, they’ll appreciate the gesture, they’re getting free food from a damsel in distress, that’s what they do for a livin’, they save people because they like it, it makes them feel good. They did good and they don’t expect anything in return.’

Bobby’s words were wise, they always had been, and you just had to listen and digest what he had said and tell yourself that you were just worrying for nothing. Everything was going to be fine and you were going to thank them for saving your life with doughnuts; tit for tat, right?

A short woman with blonde hair came through the door first, greeting the woman at the front desk with a smile.

Next came a short, skinny man; his aura read friendly as he smiled. He was followed by a larger build man, his physique vaguely familiar. He looked like a big teddy bear. The man beamed as he lay eyes on you – he recognised you.

The woman said four names right?

Just then, two familiar face stepped through the double doors.

Dean and little Sam, still in his cast.

‘Dean? Sam? What? What are you doing here?’ You were bamboozled, your brows furrowed in confusion as you lay eyes upon the people that were in the hospital with you just a few days ago, what were they doing in the fire station?

Dean’s face tinged a shade of pink as Sam ran to be at your side, giving you an awkward side hug with his good arm. The man scratched at the back of his neck as he tried to come up with an excuse to tell you why he was at the station. He contemplated telling you that he was here to see his friend Benny but all he could come up with was the truth.

‘I work and now live here… surprise?’ His words were quiet but he tried to play it off.

‘Do you have a minute after so we can talk?’ You asked Dean.

The other fire fighters seemed to take a step back but you spoke again. ‘Sorry, I came here, with the help of my father of course,’ a chortle ran through the station. ‘I brought these as a thank you.’

You handed them to Sam, which was quickly assisted by the short man.

The blonde spoke up, sensing a little nervousness about you, she introduced herself as Jo and then went around to introduce the other two men.

‘That one,’ she pointed to the man with Sam, ‘is Garth. The Louisianan teddy bear over there is Benny and you obviously know Sam and Dean.’

The team had thanked you for the doughnuts and wished your recovery well.

Benny had tipped his head forward, his accent almost making you melt, ‘thanks, Cher, we’ll definitely remember you.’ Then he left.

It was only you and Dean remaining, along with the receptionist and your father.

‘You want me to go, Pumpkin?’

You tilted your head back and smiled up at him. ‘No dad, it’s okay this will only take a second.’

He nodded and took a few steps back anyway, not yet wanting to intrude on the conversation you were about to have with one of the firefighters that had saved his daughter.

‘You said you live here?’ He nodded. ‘So you don’t have a proper place to stay?’ He shook his head. ‘Would you like to live with me?’ His head snapped up from where his eyes had landed to a spot on the floor.

‘Why?’ Out of all the letters of the alphabet and all the hundreds of thousands of words he could have strung together, he chose ‘why?’

‘Because you don’t have a place to stay? Because I have a spare bedroom and no one sleeps in it. So I’m offering to you and Sam because you can’t sleep in a fire station and if it makes you feel better you can stay there until you find your own place.’ With a smile on your face, you argued that it would be a good idea that he stays with you, and now that you knew this information it would ease your mind knowing that he and his son had a place to stay.

‘But I can’t do that Y/N, it’s your house and we’re just going to impose and get in the way, what with you in a wheelchair with a broken leg, in a cast I might add.’

‘Dude, it’s the same size as your house was. It big enough for three of us. I’ve had more people live here at one time before.’ You started. ‘I had friends over here when I needed them the most. And I want to do the same with you. You and Sam, you need someone to be there for you and I want to be that someone. If I can help you, it’ll make me feel better. Please Dean. Just consider it.’

Dean huffed as he mulled over what you were arguing, ‘if I were to consider this proposition. What about him?’

He pointed over your shoulder to where Bobby was.

Rolling your eyes, you groaned and tipped your head back, ‘my dad? He’s not going to there the entire time, only just to check up on me and it’s not like we’re dating and, you know, if we were I’m an adult and I will do what I want.’

It took a lot long than you had anticipated, you and Dean going back and forth why he and Sam should or shouldn’t stay.

In the end, he relented and agreed on the condition that he look after both you and the house whilst he and Sam were living there with you.

‘Deal?’ Dean held out his hand, waiting for you to shake it, you did, albeit with a little reluctance.

‘Deal. You can start moving whatever you have left into the house and I’ll order some take out. Sound good? You know where I live, obviously.’

Dean thanked you for the doughnuts and the living arrangements, telling you that he and Sammy would be over later in the day or tomorrow.

Dean stepped into the room where the other four were, all of them going silent, noticing the huge beaming smile on Dean’s face.

‘When did you suddenly become Mr Warmth and Smiles, Dean-o?’ Jo teased. ‘I mean, you hardly ever do that curling thing with your mouth, I forgot you had the ability to smile.’

The others snickered behind her as she mocked him.

‘Ha ha, very funny, Jo.’ Dean tried to think of a comeback but stopped short, walking over to the window of the fire station. His eyes immediately connected with the image of your father wheeling you away. Dean almost missed the conversation happening behind him.

‘Aw, big brooding bean’s got his eyes set on his little girlfriend out there.’ Benny interjected.

‘Benny, you know she’s not my girlfriend.’

‘Yet. She’s not your girlfriend yet.’

Garth had looked up from Sam’s arm, adjusting his sling, he took a large bite of the sugary doughnut you had bought and spoke over it, ‘I like her, she’s nice, she bought food.’

Dean hummed in agreement with Garth, you had been in Dean’s life for a week and the other firefighters had already started to notice a difference in him, maybe that fire did more good than bad.

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[notnaturalanahi]

Keep it Down!

Pairing: Sam x Reader (it could also be Soulles!Sam if you want to)

Word count: 366

Warnings: SMUT! all the way

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Challenge 2017, week 3

Prompt: ‘Could you be any louder?’

Keep it Down!

Your strangled voice rips through your throat, strong fingers digs harder on the sides of your hip; tearing the flesh and bruising the skin to bring your closer to his body. Sam holds you in place and torturously rotates his hips when the patch of soft curls brushes across the crease of your ass.

“Shhhh,” he warns, going still for a second as footsteps approach and move away. You nod, biting your lips to avoid whimpering.

With both hands Sam guides your movements. Dragging his swollen length out of your tight, aching channel just to jab right back in and your eyes see meet the back of your skull. “Ffffffuuckk!” you cry out.

“Could you be any louder?” he pants in your ear. One of his hands travels up your body to clasp around your neck. “We’re not even suppose to be here, remember…”

“Of course I can,” you joke but your chuckles are cut off by his grasp getting tighter.

“Always so funny, little one.” he whispers in your ear and stops moving.

“What can I say... Oooh.” He drives into you again.

You try to look at him but all you can see from your angle is his sweat soaked hair and his forehead as his grip holds your face straight. He urges your head back almost painfully and his mouth is on yours, tongue roaming aggressively around your mouth before his lips suck on your tongue.

“Nothing, you say nothing!” His strong but heavy thrusts have you pressed against the back of the supply closet door.

“Nothing,” you moan with a smirk, your eyes still on his.

“Always some clever comeback.” Sam lets you lift your head, relieving the tension from your neck. “Guess Imma have to fuck that wittiness outta you, little one” His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you away from the door, forcing you to hold your own weight with just the tip of your toes.

Your hands hook on his venous forearms. His fingers tighten on your neck and his hips buck merciless. “You gonna shut the fuck up now and come. The only thing I wanna hear is the sound of my sack hitting your ass! ”

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[georgialouisea]

“You’re hired.”

Pairing - Dean X Reader. Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jody, Claire, Donna, Charlie, Alex, Bobby Singer, Mother (OFC)

Word Count - 1500

Warnings - Fluff.

Summary - Dean and Y/N’s wedding planning leads to the perfect wedding day?

A/N - Written as part of @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s week 3 hiatus challenge. Dialogue Prompt “could you be any louder.” Trope - Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas. both were used and I had so much fun writing this.

“Dean, no.” You groaned.

“Yes,”

“No”

“Yes,”

“Dean, no!” Your voice much louder than before.

“Why not?” He whined in response.

“Because It’s stupid and tacky.” You sighed as you sipped on your coffee.

“I think we should take a break from all of this.” Dean threw his hands around over the table full of wedding magazines, guest lists and notepads.

“No, because then we’ll never get back to it…plus the books are heavy.” You reclined in your seat closing your eyes as you blindly lifted your coffee cup to your lips.

“Okay” Dean spoke as he rounded the library table to sit next to you.

“So,”

“So?” Dean echoed.

“I don’t even know where we’re at.” You felt your body slump further down into the chair. You felt all hope of a normal wedding fleeing from your grasp.

“We were on venues.” Dean pulled a book towards you, glancing down as he sipped on his coffee. 

“Which one do you like?”

“I think the church is nice.”

“A Church? We know God … well, Chuck, a Church seems pointless.”

“Well then pick whatever the hell you want,” Dean yelled as he covered his face with his palms.

“For God sake Dean!” You screamed at him.

“Shut up!” Sam added to the raised voices in the room. “Both of you need to take a break from this.”

“Sorry Sammy,” You apologised as he sat opposite you and Dean.

“Go take a break, give me your lists, let me take a look, a fresh set of eyes may help with some fresh ideas.”

“I’m gonna take a nap.” You sighed as you stood, kissing Dean, before kissing Sam’s forehead.

After snoozing through your alarm twice it was Dean who woke you.

“Babe?”

“Mhmm?” You groaned in response to his touch. “Sam has some ideas, plus you’ve been asleep for 2 hours.”

“Okay, give me …” You stopped speaking as Dean handed you a cup of coffee, “God I love you.”

“I love you too, come on let’s see what Sammy has come up with.” He held out a hand for you to take.

You pulled yourself out of bed with Dean’s assistance, coffee still in hand. You’d changed into one of Dean’s old shirts and pyjama shorts before your long nap.

“Hey sleepy,” Sam teased as you almost stumbled into the library.

“Hey, so what are your plans Mr wedding planner?” You asked as you looked at him, he sat alone at the table, surrounded by books, this was a familiar scene, yet lore books were replaced by venue and place setting options. Dean sat opposite Sam as he pulled a chair up next to you.

Raising an eyebrow at him you smiled at Dean as he patted his lap. Settling into your fiancee’s lap you closed your eyes as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I’m thinking a few things,” Sam spoke as he opened two books before him.

“You did all of this in 2 hours?” You questioned wide-eyed.

“Erm…yeah.”

Both you and Dean sat across from Sam as you listened to his ideas, everything he said was what you wanted, the perfect mix of you and Dean.

“How did you do this?” You asked as you flicked through a wedding dress magazine.

“I took both notebooks of your and Dean’s ideas and either combined or compromised your ideas.” Sam shrugged. “When’s Charlie and Jody coming?”

“Erm… the 24th I believe.” You shrugged as you furrowed your brow. “What kind of dresses do you like?” You asked Dean turning to face him.

“Whichever you’re wearing and love.” Dean smiled up at you as you kissed you.

“No thoughts then?”

“Nope.”

“Do you want me to book the venue tomorrow?” Sam asked pulling you from Dean’s gaze.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Yeah,” Dean echoed.

“Okay.”

“Sammy,” You grinned at him, “You’re hired.” You threw him a wink.

A month later you were sat in a bridal shop, your mother at your side, as Jody, Charlie, Donna, Claire and Alex all sat in the waiting room.

“What do you think?” The shop assistant questioned as she wrung her hands nervously.

“I love it!” Your mother squealed.

“Mother, you need to stop this.” You sighed hating the dress you were in.

“What? I love it.” She grinned at you.

“I need more champagne.” You groaned, living the dressing room heading towards the sofa area knowing it was the source of the alcohol. Walking towards the women waiting for you, you rolled your eyes at them.

“Girls, don’t you think she looks stunning?” Your mother asked from behind you.

Jody’s face was enough to send you into a fit of laughter.  “Mother. it’s a no for this one.” You gestured to the Princess style ballgown you were in.

“It’s just not you.” Jody shrugged.

“What do you girls think I should wear?” The question remained in the air as the sales assistant handed each woman a notepad.

40 minutes, 20 design ideas and 10 dresses later you stood in the 11th dress. You’d kicked your mother out at dress number 2. Looking in the mirror you cried, happiness filled you as you realised you’d found the dress you were going to marry Dean Winchester in. The lace mermaid gown fit you like a glove, the sweetheart neckline showed the perfect amount of cleavage, the fully laced gown flowed perfectly from your body.

“Yes.” Donna squealed as you stood before the women.

“Oh my God, you look beautiful.” Claire gushed as you smiled at her.

Looking towards your mother you watched her open her mouth like a goldfish as tears streamed down her face. “Th..at… that’s …i…it” She stuttered out as the sales assistant handed her a tissue.

“That’s the one,” Jody added as she began to cry. Your own tears began to fall as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Today was the day you were to marry Dean Winchester, your family and friends gathered in the largest hall of the 18th-century hotel Sam had picked out for you, the room you were to marry in was adorned with peonies and roses and satin draped the aisle. Waiting behind the double doors you held back tears, Bobby your stepfather walked you down the aisle. You watched as Sam turned to face you, a grin growing on his face.

“She looks beautiful.” He leant down to Dean. Dean turned to face you as you made your way down the aisle with Bobby. Your eyes met Dean’s as you walked, a smile so bright, so happy filled his face, one that crinkled his eyes, showed his laughter lines and lit up his eyes. Tears fell from Dean’s eyes as you fought to keep your own at bay.

Everyone says their wedding day is the best day of their life. Yours was. You were now officially Mrs Winchester, you were married to Dean, this was your happily ever after.

You and Dean watched as Cas danced with Jody, your family and hunters mixed and chatted, Sam danced with a daughter of your Aunt’s friend.

Dancing across the floor with your husband was the most beautiful feeling, as he pulled you into his chest the song faded into a distant sound as he kissed you.

By 1 am most people had left, both Claire and Castiel were drunkenly slumped in corners. Everyone else seemed to be in their hotel rooms.  

“Clarie, come on sweetie, what’s your room number?” You asked as you hauled her to her feet taking most of her body weight in your arms. Glancing over to Dean you watched as he mirrored your actions with Cas. “Where’s Jody?”

“I’m here!” She shouted from a nearby hallway.

“Can you help me with Claire?”

“God I’ll take her, you go get laid as a married woman.” She flitted her hands in front of your face before taking Claire from your arms. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched Jody almost drag Claire up a flight of stairs.

“How much has he drank?” You asked Dean as you joined him, helping him to lift the intoxicated angel. Dean pulled Cas’ weight onto him as he tried to walk.

“Here, let me help.” You insisted.

“No, go get Sam”

“No he’s off with a girl, I’m not ruining his night!”

“Cas, you’re going to have to use your legs bud,” Dean grunted as he patted him on the chest.

By 2 am you’d found Cas’ hotel room and settled him into bed.

“God” Dean sighed as he slumped against a wall.

“Come on we have a honeymoon suite waiting for us!” You urged Dean on, a new lease of life sprung into him as he jumped up from the wall.

Dean all but threw you into your suite. “Well, Mrs Winchester,” Dean growled.

“Yes, Mr Winchester?”

“God I love you.” He threw himself on you, you both landed in a fit of giggles on the plush mattress.

“Could you be any louder?” Sam’s voice boomed through the door as he banged on it a few times.

“Go away Sam, it’s our wedding night!” You yelled in response.

“Hell yeah, it is!” Dean growled as he climbed on top of you.

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[the-awkward-writer]

The Night After

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, i don’t know what else…

A/N: This is my third entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s SPN Hiatus Challenge! Looks like this is turning into a series? Here is the third installment of “The Morning After”! The dialogue prompt is in bold in the fic, so it’s relatively easy to find. Enjoy, my friends!

Dialogue Prompt: “Could you be any louder?”

Trope/AU: Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas

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Read Part I!   

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“What about blue?” You asked Jensen.

The two of you were sat in the living room, catalogs depicting different wedding options placed on the coffee table. Jensen was sprawled out on the couch, and you were sitting on the floor in front of him.

You had moved in with Jensen two weeks ago, and all of the boxes were finally unpacked, so you thought it was a good time to start planning the wedding.

“No,” Jensen said stubbornly.

You looked over your shoulder at him. His nose was practically buried in his phone; he wasn’t paying any attention to you.

“What do you think about me breastfeeding our seventeen future children?” You asked Jensen, turning your body towards him.

“Whatever you say, honey,” was his ingenious reply.

“Did I tell you about that time that I was abducted by aliens when I was six?”

“Go with that one,” Jensen said.

You rolled your eyes, “Jensen!” You whined.

“What?” His voice was chock full of attitude as he transferred his gaze from his phone to you.

“What did I just say?” You crossed your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Jensen sighed, thinking about it for a moment, “The color blue?” The statement was phrased as a question.

You got up from your place on the floor, sitting on Jensen’s thighs, “Do you not want to do this?” You asked him. You looked to your left hand where you right thumb and forefinger were twisting the wedding band around your ring finger.

It was a habit you found yourself doing more and more as time wore on.

The thud of Jensen’s phone on the coffee table made you jump and turn your attention to him. Jensen ran his hands down his face, and exasperated sigh forcing its way past his lips.

“What?” You asked.

“I just…” Jensen trailed off.

“Just what?” You pressed, trying to coax an answer out of the man in front of you.

“I just don’t see why we need to have another wedding!” He said, throwing his hands in the air.

You could feel your jaw drop to your feet at his response. “Oh,” you said quietly. “Well then never mind,” you stood up and gathered the catalogs from the coffee table in your arms quickly while trying to stop the tears from flowing. “We shouldn’t do something that one of us doesn’t want it.” You quickly turned on your heel, keeping your head held high, you threw away the catalogs and made your way to the bedroom.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” you heard Jensen call once you were halfway down the hallway.

“You do not get to sweetheart me, Jensen,” you exploded.

“Why the hell are you so angry?”

“Because, Jensen,” you were beyond exasperated, “I don’t remember my own wedding!”

“Neither do I and I don’t think it’s that big of a deal!” Jensen’s voice was rising higher and higher in volume as his sentence went on.

“This is something that I’ve dreamed of for such a long time! I want to remember the day that I get married to the love of my life, Jensen! Is that too much to ask?” Jensen stood in his place for almost a full minute while you were waiting for an answer.

You scoffed at his lack of response and stormed into the room, making sure to slam the door as hard as you could. 

You were going insane.

The whole silent treatment became some sort of sick game between the two of you. You tried to make dinner, you even made up a plate for Jensen, and he refused it. Jensen came into the room while you were moping and completely ignored you as he gathered a pillow and blanket from the bed, probably to go sleep on the couch.

Infuriated, you found yourself stooping to his level. You threw on a large t-shirt, one that you knew Jensen loved when you wore, and paraded around his condo in nothing but a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt.

When Jensen didn’t even bother to look up from his phone, you felt more foolish than anything. You felt foolish for asking so much of him, and for making yourself look like a complete and utter moron.  

You walked numbly back to your shared bedroom, ashamed with your actions. As soon as you stepped foot in the room, you changed out of the long t-shirt into one of the flannels Jensen stole off of set and a baggy pair of sweatpants.

You laid down in bed after brushing your teeth, knowing that you could get a good nine hours in before work the next day.

Of course, you found yourself tossing and turning for a good hour before you finally gave up.

You flung the blankets off of you with a loud sigh. If Jensen wasn’t going to man up and apologize, then you were.

You padded down the carpeted hallway silently in your socked feet, “Jensen?” You stage whispered, trying to get his attention.

“Jenseeeeen,” you said a little louder.

“Jesus Christ, woman. Could you be any louder?” Jensen finally snapped at you. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“No you’re not,” you say simply. You can tell by the tone of his voice that he was just as awake as you were.

He rolled over onto his left side to face you, “What do you need?”

You looked back to your hands. Your right thumb and forefinger were twirling your wedding band again, “I can’t sleep,” you said quietly.

“Oh thank god,” Jensen said, heaving himself up from the couch.

“What do you mean, ‘thank god’?” You were beyond confused at his actions.

“I mean,” Jensen said, walking over to you and grasping your hips, “I wasn’t any closer to sleep than you were. That couch is so uncomfortable.”

You laughed slightly and buried your head in his chest, “I’m sorry I’m being such a bride-zilla,” your voice was muffled in his shirt.

Jensen’s arms folded themselves around you as he rested his chin on your head. “You had every right to be. I wasn’t trying to help you at all.”

You chuckled slightly, “Are we moving too fast for you?” You asked him, all joking aside.

Jensen pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He took a deep breath, “Yeah,” he said. “It’s just that one day I woke up and had a wife. We moved in two weeks later and now, two weeks after that, we’re planning our wedding,” he said. You could feel him fidgeting with his hands behind your back. He was twisting his ring around his finger with his right thumb and forefinger.

“I’m sorry,” you looked up at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “I never wanted you to feel that way.”

Jensen smiled at you, “I know you didn’t. You are just ready for this before I am and I didn’t want to disappoint you by telling you that,” he said.

“You know I love you, right?” You said to him, trying to catch his eye.

Jensen locked eyes with you as he nodded.

“You haven’t done anything to disappoint me. Nothing at all,” you said, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“Damn, I got lucky,” Jensen smirked.

“And you ruined the moment,” you dropped your hand to your side.

Jensen laughed, “I love you too,” he said.

You stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his lips, “You’re such a dork,” you muttered against his lips.

Jensen took your hand, leading you down the hallway, “But I’m your dork,” Jensen said, pushing the door to the bedroom open.

“That you are, Ackles, that you are,” you giggle slightly and slid under the blankets of Jensen’s king sized bed.

Once he was settled you found your usual spot on his chest.

Jensen’s breathing slowed, but his arm didn’t stop the small strokes up and down your arm, “Thank you for putting up with me,” you whispered into the silence.

“I’m not putting up with you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m willingly subjecting myself to your tendencies.”

You giggled, pressing your head into his neck, “I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean.”

“It means that blue is a great color,” Jensen said, stifling a yawn.

“Get some sleep, big guy,” you patted his chest, “You get kinda loopy when you’re tired.”

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[revwinchester]

Mercy

Summary: Dean is in love with the reader, the only problem is that she’s engaged to Sam.  As Sam and the reader plan their wedding, they start arguing more and more and the reader finds solace in her best friend, Dean.  

Pairings/Characters: Sam x Reader, unrequited Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3673, including lyrics

Warnings: Angst, Unrequited love, Cursing, The tiniest bit of canon typical violence

A/N: This is for two challenges: First, @deathtonormalcy56’s P&P challenge, for which my prompts were “Who needs friends?” which is in bolded in the fic and the song “Mercy” by Shawn Mendes, the lyrics of which are in italics and guided the plot.  It’s also for this week’s installment of the SPN hiatus challenge, hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompts this week are the trope “planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas” and the line “Could you be any louder?” which is bolded in the fic.

Dean girls beware, my beloved beta’s response to this was “Do you know how hard that is for a Dean girl to read?!?!”

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You've got a hold of me Don't even know your power I stand a hundred feet But I fall when I'm around you

Dean was smiling and he prayed it looked genuine.  This was a big moment for both his brother and his best friend and he was supposed to be happy for them.  Dean was happy for them, really, but his heart was also breaking as Sam got down on one knee and proposed to Y/N.  He watched as Y/N’s hands flew to cover her face in surprise, only her wide, beautiful eyes peeking out above her fingers as she nodded her head.  He watched as Sam’s face turned from nervous confidence to a blinding grin and he couldn’t remember a time he’d seen his brother so happy.  He watched as Sam slid the ring onto Y/N’s finger, a perfect fit, and she pulled him to his feet and surged up to kiss her boyfr- her fiancé.

Show me an open door Then you go and slam it on me I can't take anymore I'm saying baby

When they had first met, Dean thought Y/N beautiful.  Her hair shone in the moonlight as she swung her machete cleanly through a vampire’s neck, the same vampire that the brothers had shown up to take care of.  They’d gone out for drinks after and the three of them had laughed and talked until last call.  They made their goodbyes outside the bar only to be reunited in the motel’s parking lot.  The trio had been together ever since.

At first, Y/N had flirted with Dean.  He had initially been taken with her looks and skill but, as he grew closer with her, Dean learned just how intelligent she was, how tenacious and full of life.  Dean had decided he was going to go for it, he was going to make his move after they wrapped this demon case they were working on.  

They exorcised the demon and finished the job and the trio made their way to one of the bars in town to grab a drink and some food before they hit the road to the next place that would need them.  Y/N asked Dean to order her a burger, winking at him and reminding him that he knew how she liked it before heading to the bathroom. 

Dean hadn’t told Sam about his feelings for Y/N and he was about to when their waitress joined them at their table.  The boys ordered their food and a round of beers and before Dean had a chance to talk, Sam was slipping out of his chair and making his way toward the bathroom, too.  

While they were both gone, the waitress came back with their beers and tried to flirt with Dean.  He politely declined her advances and sipped his beer while he waited for Y/N to get back.  Dean finished his beer before either Y/N or his brother returned to the table.  He shrugged out of his jacket and left it behind as he went to check on Y/N.  He rounded the corner and entered the small hallway that housed the bathrooms and stopped dead in his tracks.  

Sam had Y/N pressed up against the wall.  Her hands were tangled in his hair and they were locked in a passionate embrace.  To say that Dean was shocked would have been an understatement.  He stood at the end of the hallway not sure what to say or do.  “I…” he began, startling the amorous pair.

“Your beers are getting warm,” Dean said, brushing by Y/N and his brother and pushing his way into the bathroom.  He didn’t need to use the bathroom but he did need a moment to himself.  Dean had really thought he’d had a shot with Y/N but it would seem that he wasn’t the only Winchester who was interested in the beautiful woman and he had been too slow.

Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart Even though you don't mean to hurt me You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart 

The first month of their engagement saw Y/N and Sam at the sappiest they’d ever been.  More often than not, Dean found himself out in the bunker’s garage working on the myriad of cars and bikes the Men of Letters had left behind.  He loved his brother and he loved Y/N but that, that second part, was the problem, wasn’t it, and he knew that he wouldn’t do anything but bring the happy couple down without being able to tell them why.  

They could tell something was off with Dean, though, and every so often one of them would seek him out.  

Dean was up to his elbows in grease and oil as he gave one of the bunker’s cars a tune up when Y/N approached him.  “Hey there stranger,” she called out from the doorway.

Dean grunted noncommittally, hoping she would go and leave him in peace.  He knew he’d eventually have to face Y/N and Sam but for now, he’d rather bury himself in his work and since the lovebirds were talking about giving up hunting for a few months and getting “real jobs” while they planned their wedding, no one in the bunker had been looking for cases.  Unfortunately, luck wasn’t with him and he soon found himself wrapped into a tight hug from behind.  

“You’ve been spending a lot of time out here, recently,” Y/N commented.  “Everything alright?”

 He wanted to say “No.”  But instead he plastered a smile on his face as he maneuvered out of Y/N’s arms and turned to face her.  “Yeah, sweetheart, everything’s fine,” he lied.  “These cars aren’t going to keep themselves running, is all.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Dean’s answer and he couldn’t blame her, his excuse sounded hollow even to his own ears.  “Look, Donna and Jody and the girls are just about here,” she told Dean.  “Sam and I are going to tell them about the engagement and then we’re going to have a nice dinner together and watch a movie or two tonight.  Come hang out with your friends!”  Y/N flashed her best puppy dog eyes at Dean, a look she had picked up before she had met the Winchesters but had perfected after watching Sam in action.

“Who needs friends?” Dean scoffed.  Y/N looked hurt by his words so Dean backpedaled.  “I’m kidding, I’ll be in in a little bit, ok?  If I lose track of time, come and get me when the grub’s ready.”

Y/N brightened up and pulled Dean into another hug which he returned half heartedly.  “You’re my best friend, you know that right?” she mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away.  If Y/N noticed his lack of enthusiasm, she didn’t mention it as she bounced back into the bunker.

I'd drive through the night Just to be near you, baby Heart old and testified Tell me that I'm not crazy

Dean was on a job about seven hours from home.  It felt good to be back out in the world and tackling a case, even if his partner on this one didn’t have the intelligence, training, and natural skill of his brother or Y/N.  The case had turned out to be just a run of the mill salt and burn but figuring out whose bones to burn hadn’t been the easiest and Dean’s fresh eyes had been just the boost the hunter on the job had needed.  

They had just finished packing up their bags and were about to head out to the cemetery when Dean’s phone rang.  Normally, he’d let it go to voicemail at a time like this but he glanced at the screen and saw it was Y/N.  He hit the green “answer” button and pressed the phone to his ear as he exited the motel room and walked around to Baby’s trunk to throw his overnight bag in there.  “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?”  

He paused at the Impala’s trunk.  Y/N was in tears on the other end of the phone.  A million thoughts raced through Dean’s head: Was she ok?  Was Sam ok?  Was one of them hurt?  Where was Sam?  Why was Y/N calling him instead of her fiancé?

The other hunter looked at Dean impatiently.  Dean knew that they were burning moonlight but he couldn’t seem to say that to Y/N.  Instead, he listened to her sobs, making out what words he could as he cooed reassurances into the phone.  When he had heard enough to realize that Y/N and Sam had had a huge fight and that his brother had stormed out of the bunker and wasn’t responding to calls or texts, Dean made a decision.  “I’m coming home,” he told Y/N, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Dean hung up the phone and turned to the hunter who had called him in on the case.  “You know which bones you need to burn, right?”

The hunter nodded, confused.

“Good, I’ve gotta get back.  Emergency at home.”  Instead of getting into the other man’s car, Dean jogged around to the driver’s side of his Impala and got behind the wheel.  He started the car and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving the other hunter in the dust.  Dean drove straight through the night, pushing Baby as much as he dared on the mostly empty roads.

He was home in five and a half hours.

I'm not asking for a lot Just that you're honest with me My pride is all I got I'm saying baby

A few months passed and things fell back to normal among Y/N, Sam, and Dean.  Y/N and Sam still weren’t hunting but they weren’t arguing too much, either.  Sam didn’t want to rely on credit card scams to pay for their wedding so he and Y/N were both working in town, Sam answered phones and made deliveries for a florist and Y/N was waiting tables and tending bar.  

Whenever Dean would leave for a case, things in the bunker would get tense but he didn’t know why.  At least Y/N didn’t call him in tears again but when he’d return, sometimes still covered in guts and gore, Dean would notice that she seemed to be walking on eggshells around Sam.  He never asked about it but, usually, by the time he had a meal, a shower, and a nap, Y/N and Sam were back to their regular selves.  

After one particularly grueling hunt, Dean got back around mid-day.  Sam was already at work but Y/N didn’t have to go into the bar until later in the day.  She was in the kitchen when he got home and, after his shower, she set a sandwich down in front of him.  Dean took a bite and thanked her through his mouthful of food, looking up into her sad eyes.  

Dean swallowed quickly and asked, “What’s got you so down?”

Y/N tried to assure him that it was nothing but Dean knew her too well.  Eventually, she confessed.  “I miss hunting, Dean.  I miss being out on the road and chasing down the bad guys.  I miss helping people.”  Y/N paused, looking down at the table for a minute before she continued, her eyes downcast.  “I hate working at the bar,” she whispered.  “You know those assholes who would hit on me, no matter what, even if you and Sam were around?”

Dean clenched his fist at the reminder and he nodded.  It happened every now and again that a man wouldn’t take “no” for an answer and it had nearly ended in violence more than once.  

“Well, it would seem that a lot more men turn into that kind of guy when they know you have to be nice and can’t leave before your shift is over.”

Dean saw red.  He wanted to follow Y/N into work tonight and punch any guy who even looked at her the wrong way.  Instead, he asked, “Have you told Sam any of this? 

Y/N laughed a little.  “Not about the guys, no.  He’d go ballistic.  But the other stuff… Sam’s so set on paying for this wedding ‘the honest way’ but I’ve mentioned it here and there.”

Dean could tell that she was lying and he was pretty sure she’d mentioned it more than “here and there.”  Knowing Y/N, she’d probably even brought it up every time Dean took a case.  It would explain the tension whenever he got back.

“Look, I’m sorry, Dean.  I didn’t mean to pull you into the middle of all of this.  Sam’s your brother, it’s not fair.”

Dean reached out and took Y/N’s hand in his.  It fit so well, he thought.  Dean shook his head, trying to clear his mind of thoughts like that, they were dangerous, but before he could stop himself, the words came spilling out.  “Do you really love him?”

Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart Even though you don't mean to hurt me You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy on me I'm a puppet on your string And even though you got good intentions I need you to set me free Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart

A couple of weeks after the incident in the kitchen, as Dean had taken to calling it in his mind, Sam and Y/N had a weekend off at the same time.  It also happened that Dean had caught a case near by.  It looked to be a milk run, a werewolf or two, and Dean was happy to have his brother and Y/N back on the job with him.  There had been an excitement in the Impala, Y/N was practically buzzing to be back out there hunting.

On the first night of the hunt, they retired back to their motel after dinner.  The trio needed to conduct a few more interviews the next day and they figured by nightfall they should know who the wolves were and where they would find them.  

They had booked two rooms and Dean walked into his looking forward to a night with the latest Casa Erotica and the magic fingers.  He showered and settled into his bed, starting off in boxers and a t-shirt.  He was about to turn on the magic fingers when he heard shouting through the wall.  

“Would you just LISTEN to me?” It was Y/N’s voice.  “I hate working at that damned bar.  I MISS this Sam; so much.”

Sam’s response was quieter but his voice was no less intense than Y/N’s had been.  “We decided that this would be the best way to do this.  Work and save for a year so that you could have the dress you want and the cake you want and the venue and the people that you want.”

Y/N laughed and her voice was incredulous when she finally spoke again.  “No, Sam, we did not decide.  You decided.  Don’t you dare pin this on me.  You decided we should work and save.  You decided that I wanted a dress.  You’re the one with visions of cakes and venues and dresses.  I want to hunt.  I don’t give a damn where we get married, Sam; Elvis could do it in a 24-hour chapel the next time a job takes us through Vegas for all I care.  I want to be out on the road with your brother, helping people and making a difference.”

“You don’t give a damn?” Sam’s voice was cold and acidic.  “Well, Dean’s right next door, then.”

A moment later a door slammed and someone was pounding on Dean’s door.  Dean figured his brother had stormed out again and was looking for a place to cool down.

“Could you be any louder?” Dean sassed when he opened the door, looking toward where he expected to see his brother’s face.

Instead, Dean was met with a clear view of the almost full moon in the sky.  His gaze traveled downwards a little until he took in the crying form of Y/N.  Dean knew he should walk her back to the room she was sharing with Sam, maybe even stick around and try to get them to listen - and actually hear - one another.  But he didn’t do that.  He opened the door wider, letting her in and, once Dean had closed the door, he opened his arms to Y/N.  She hugged him tightly.  

“You heard all of that, then?” she sniffed.

Dean rubbed her back and walked her over towards the bed.  She was still in her fed suit from earlier so once she was sitting, he crossed to his own bag and pulled out another pair of boxers and another t-shirt.  He tossed them to Y/N and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and giving her some privacy to change if she wanted.  Dean brushed his teeth extra well and came out a few minutes later to find Y/N curled up and asleep in his clothes on one side of the king sized bed.  

Consuming all the air inside my lungs Ripping all the skin from off my bones I'm prepared to sacrifice my life I would gladly do it twice 

The next argument started while Y/N and Sam were in the bunker’s library.  Dean was in the kitchen making dinner while the couple was working on some research for a case Y/N and Dean would be leaving for the next morning.  That had been their compromise: Y/N left her job at the bar and was hunting with Dean again while Sam was still working for the florist and helped with research when he could.  Both had seemed mostly happy with the arrangement.

Dean wasn’t sure what they were arguing about this time but when the voices began wafting into the kitchen, they were really getting into it.  

“You know what, just go,” Sam was saying.  “You always run off to Dean whenever we fight, anyway.”

Hearing his name brought into their argument, Dean put down the spatula he was holding and made his way into the library.  “Sam, that’s uncalled for and you know it.  You both handle your disagreements better when you’ve had a little time to cool down and think.”

Sam was standing near one of the doorways.  “Yeah, and last time it took the two of you all night to ‘cool down and think,’ I guess.”  The younger Winchester turned on his heel and stalked away, down the hall towards his bedroom.

Y/N looked up at Dean, fear and anger in her eyes.  “You shouldn’t have done that.  I didn’t need your help.”

She took off after Sam, leaving Dean alone in the library.  “I’d do it again in a heartbeat, sweetheart,” he said into the empty room.

Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart Even though you don't mean to hurt me You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy on me I'm a puppet on your string And even though you got good intentions I need you to set me free

Y/N and Sam had worked through some of their issues, it seemed, after the last argument but something still wasn’t sitting right with Dean.  One afternoon when Sam was home from work and Y/N was making a supply run, Dean approached his brother.  “Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Sam sat up straighter immediately and looked suspicious.  “What’s going on?”

“Cool your jets; I just want to talk, man,” Dean replied as simply as he could.

That only made Sam’s face grow even more concerned.  “You never want to just talk, Dean.  What’s wrong?”

Dean sat down opposite his brother.  “I’m gonna go.  For a couple of months,” Dean started.

Sam was surprised to say the least and tried to interrupt his brother.

“Sam, let me get through this,” he pleaded.  When his brother closed his mouth and nodded, Dean continued.  “I want to get back to the basics.  Living on the road, one motel to the next, hustling pool or cards to pay for the room.  You and Y/N, you’re doing better but you’re obviously still working on some stuff.  Hell, I’ve got my own shit to work through and it’ll probably be better for everyone if we work on it separately. 

Sam’s eyes went wide in realization but Dean pressed on.

“It’s not forever; I’ll be back.  I just need some space and the open road beneath my Baby’s wheels.”

A silence lingered between the brothers for a moment.  Finally, Sam spoke.

“You’re in love with Y/N.”

It wasn’t a question and Dean didn’t respond, but his silence spoke volumes.

“For how long?” Sam asked.  He didn’t seem angry or upset, just curious, like all of the missing pieces were falling into place.

Dean took a deep breath and looked his brother in the eye.  “Since the first time we met her.”  Dean stood from the table.  “You’ve got an amazing girl, so don’t fuck things up with her.”

Sam stood, too, and crossed around the table to Dean, pulling his brother into a tight hug.  “You be safe out there.  Call if you need anything - research, backup, anything - I’m serious.  And come home safe.”

Dean squeezed Sam.  “I will, little brother.  Someone’s got to stand up as best man for your scrawny ass at your wedding.”

I'm begging you for mercy, mercy Begging you, begging you, please, baby I'm begging you for mercy, mercy Ooh, I'm begging you, I'm begging you

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Wedding War

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Prompt: “Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas” for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 3 

Summary: Wedding planning is never easy, but you and Jared just can’t seem to be on the same page. Of course, it’s a lot easier to tolerate disagreement when you love someone. 

Word Count: 1022 

Warnings: fluff!, slight tiff but nothing major, a little heated kissing and alluding to NSFW esque actions

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A/N: My first time writing Jared! I was kind of intimidated to write him, as I didn’t feel I knew him as a real person as a opposed to Sam. After watching a few interviews, I think I decently got him down. Let me know what you think! Also, (you probably know this if you follow me) I love Gen so very much, so of course this is not hate against her; just a fictional world where Jared is with you instead. As always, FEEDBACK IS SOOOOO APPRECIATED, EVEN JUST A LIKE

“Marriage is a partnership, not a democracy.” ― Nicholas Sparks, The Best of Me 

          Jared sighed, throwing down the magazines and rubbing his eyes in exasperation. You rubbed his shoulder mindlessly, still flipping through some of the pages you had cut out earlier. You were lost in thoughts of dresses, venues, and cake flavors before you realized how tense Jared looked. You set down the pages, pulling one of his hands from his face: dark circles, dull complexion, tired eyes. He needed some TLC.

        “What’s up, baby?” you murmured, stroking his hair away from his face. “This is supposed to be…fun.” 

        “I know,” he exhaled, leaning back in his chair. You both sat in the kitchen of your apartment, a simple place to get you by until your home in Austin was built and decorated. The light shifted as the minutes ticked away into afternoon, and yet still you and Jared sat, mulling over countless bridal magazines. “But it’s not feeling so fun right now.”

You crinkled your eyebrows, pushing away the magazines in front of both of you.

 “Why?”

He sighed, putting up his hands in slight defeat as he gestured toward the chaos that was your kitchen table.

“All of this,” he motioned. “Is not what I envisioned when I thought about us planning.”

You nodded. “Okay, well what do you want to change?” Another sigh.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, more to himself than to you, looking out the window in thought. “I just didn’t expect us to disagree so much.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You know my favorite flowers are peonies, why wouldn’t that be my first choice?”

“Because you know my favorite are lilies?”

“But you’re not the one holding the bouquet!”

“But I will be the one surrounded by flowers the entire wedding.”

“So will I!” 

He shook his head once more, kneading at his forehead with the palms of his hands. 

“This is what I’m talking about. All we’ve been doing is bickering.”

You looked at him for a moment before relenting, grabbing your wine and taking a large sip. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You shook your head. “Which is weird, seeing as we usually agree on everything.”

“I know,” he agreed, raising his eyebrows. “I don’t know what’s gotten into us.”

You looked over to him, in all his button-up shirt glory. He was so beautiful, even as exhausted as his appearance looked in that moment. His pouty lips, kind eyes, full hair, warm disposition; he was the love of your life, no doubt about it. So why was planning the moment of your eternal commitment so infuriatingly difficult?

“You know,” you remarked, thinking out loud. “I bet I know what our problem is.”

“Yeah?” he pushed, leaning forward. “Please enlighten me, because I’m going insane.”

“We’re planning our wedding for other people.”

“What?” 

“Think about it,” you pressed, leaning closer to him as well. “Why do you love lilies?” He thought for a moment.

“Because they’re my mom’s favorite.” You nodded, smiling slightly. 

“And I love peonies because Cosmopolitan said they’re the most romantic. It shouldn’t be about what everyone else thinks, J, it should be about what’s important to us and our relationship.” He weighed your words, smiling back at you endearingly.

“I brought you Gardenias on our first date?” he prompted, a knowing smirk forming on his lips.

“Exactly. And we’re always talking about how we love snow despite living in Texas; why not getting married near snow instead of fighting over which church we should go to?” He nodded, his face finally coming alive again. 

“And the cake, we don’t have to do the classics, let’s do our favorite.”

You grinned, both of you speaking at the same time. “Red velvet.”

You shook your head, brushing some hair from his face.

“See?” You winked. “We can figure anything out.” 

You stood up, gathering all the magazines in your arms and placing them in the coat closet near the front door. You used that closet about as much as you used the mattress that came from that last owners of the apartment: never. Making your way back to the kitchen, you were faced with Jared, his eyes twinkling as the light hit him perfectly from the window. Without a word, his hands lifted up to cup your face ever so softly. He leaned down and you met him in the middle, your lips coming together gently at first. 

Soon though, his hands began to tangle into your hair, pulling and tugging in the best way. Without ever breaking contact, he pushed you against the hallway wall, pulling up your legs so they wrapped around his waist. You hummed into his mouth, a smile threatening to break your kiss. Jared finally pulled away to breath, but it wasn’t but a few seconds until his lips were on your neck, trailing down to your collarbone, tugging your shirt lower and nibbling at the newly exposed skin. You blushed, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him back, looking him in the eyes. 

“I love you so much,” you professed, your breathing still heavy. He smirked, pushing your now-wild hair from your face.

“I love you too baby girl, so much. I don’t care if we have fake flowers at our wedding, all I know is I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

With that, he gently placed your legs back on the ground. Looking at you with puppy dog eyes. 

“I suppose we should get back to planning, seeing as the wedding is only a few months away,” he mumbled. You shrugged, your lips curling slyly. 

“I think we can spare just a few minutes for ourselves,” you purred, placing your hands on his chest. He smiled, resting his forehead against yours. 

“You know there’s no ‘few minutes’ when it comes to us,” he pointed out, his hand rubbing up and down your arm. You made a pouty face, but relented. 

“Fine,” you conceded, giving him a devilish grin. “But when we’re done, I think we both deserve a little reward.” He laughed, picking you up bridal style and carrying you back into the kitchen to your notebooks and wine glasses. 

“Deal.”

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[supernaturallymarvellous]

It Should Have Been You: SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 - Week 3

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 831

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my entry for Week 3 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompt given is in bold.

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"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" Your open hand had connected with the back of Dean's head just a few seconds earlier. All of the pent-up rage that had built up over the previous few hours had finally got a chance to be unleashed and Dean had barely stepped over the threshold of the motel room door before you were on your feet, striding across the room and taking your aggression out on him. "Could you be any louder? It's obnoxious and tedious and I'm fed up of it." "What are you talking about you? I haven't even seen you for at least eight hours.....how can I have done anything to bother you?" "Thin walls, Dean. Really really thin walls." It took a few seconds but realisation finally hit as to just what you meant. Memories of the previous evening started to come back to Dean, pushing their way through his hangover. After taking care of your latest hunt, you and the brothers had made your way to one of the less crappy looking bars in the small town. Fun had been had by all; drinks were drunk, pool was played, hustles were made, and potential conquest after potential conquest was turned away. See, a deal had been made - that night was just going to be about the three of you, hanging out together and relaxing before heading out early the next morning. But then Dean had to ruin it all. 

Some dumb floozie caught his eye and he had practically bounced out of the booth, throwing down a handful of bills and sauntering over to the cheap, trashy blonde who started lapping up his attention. That just left you and Sam nursing the last few drops of your beers before heading back to the motel. It had been ok for a few hours until you heard the slam of a door and high pitched giggling coming from the room next door. Rolling your eyes, you wriggled further down into the bed as if that would stop you from hearing what was about to happen. Sam was doing the same thing just a few feet away from you. Dragging your pillow over your head in a vain attempt to block out the sounds of Dean's lovemaking had barely helped and you had been subjected to a terrible night's sleep, punctuated by moans and breathless whimpers. It didn't help that a touch of jealousy was fueling your anger and resentment towards Dean's latest conquest. For the longest time, you had had a crush on Dean and you had a feeling he felt the same way. Sure there was flirting from both sides; late night binge watching often turned into the sharing of a bed, waking up cuddled close to each other although fully clothed - it just so happened that neither of you had ever made a move, not wanting to ruin the wonderful friendship and working relationship you had developed. "What do you want me to say, Y/N? You want me to be sorry.....because I'm not but......" Cutting Dean off mid-sentence, you let out the upset you'd been holding inside. "I don't expect you to be sorry, Dean. I just expect a little respect. Not just for me but for Sam as well. It's bad enough that you dumped us at the bar but to have to listen to you going at it all damn night....." "I'm not sorry but I have one regret. I wish it had been you." Hearing those words snapped you out of your foul mood. Unsure that Dean had actually heard the words you thought he said, you simply stared at him. It took a few seconds for you to find your voice. "Say it again. Say those words again." "I wish it had been you. It should have been you. It's been you for a while now and no matter how many women I take to bed, I spend each night wishing they were you. You drive me crazy; every time you speak, every little touch. Dammit Y/N - everything you do makes me want to slam you against the nearest wall and show you how much of an effect you have on me." Licking your lips, you could practically feel the lust coursing through your veins. You took a few steps closer to the man who had just made your heart skip a beat. Grabbing the collar of Dean's jacket, you pulled him towards you, intent on making you for lost time. It was at that moment that Sam chose to walk out of the bathroom, breaking the tension that was hanging in the air. Jumping apart, you moved away and reached down to lift your bag up from its position on the bed. Grabbing the keys to Baby straight out of his hand and ignoring the odd look you were now attracting from Sam, you stood on the tips of your toes and whispered into Dean's ear..... "We'll continue this later......"

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

SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 3 Masterlist

PROMPT 1:  “Could you be any louder?”

Reader Fics

Dean x Reader

Pieces of Us - New Orleans by @torn-and-frayed

It Should Have Been You by @supernaturallymarvellous

B Rated Restaurants by @roxy-davenport

Hot Neighbor by @docharleythegeekqueen

Stroke of luck (Part-4) by @percywinchester27

Sam x Reader

The Lore Can Wait by @winchesterprincessbride

Keep it Down! by @notnaturalanahi

A Helping Hand by @kittenofdoomage

“Could you be any louder?!” by @eringva

OC fics

Mick x OC

Laughter by @caterpillar-sam

Ship Fics

Haunted House by @femmewinchester (Sastiel)

PROMPT 2 (Trope/AU): Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas

Reader fics

Jensen x Reader

Planning Frustrations by @katymacsupernatural

Jared x Reader

Wedding War by @deansleather

BOTH PROMPTS IN ONE FIC

Reader Fics

Sam x Reader

Conflicts can’t stop true love by @legion18993

Mercy by @revwinchester

Dean x Reader

I Love You, Still pt. 4 by @allfandomxreader

Jensen x Reader

The Night After by @the-awkward-writer

[allfandomxreader]

I Love You, Still pt. 4

Pairings: Dean x Reader + (kind of) Chuck Bass Words: 1,418 Part: 4/? Warnings: Pretty sure there’s only one curse word. Summary: It’s the morning of seeing Dean’s family for the first time in years, you’re trying to get some last minute wedding planning done, but Chuck and the wedding coordinator aren’t making it easy for you. A/N: As mentioned before I’m doing the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge and it’s week 3! I thought I’d catch up with this series for this prompt, I hope you enjoy it!   Tags: @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @jensen-gal

MASTERLIST 

Your fingers comb through your hair in frustration, your lips purse together trying your hardest not to scream with rage. You flick through pages of bouquets and boutonnières of your choosing, crossing out the ones Chuck and the wedding planner disagree with red ink, you find that page after page is bleeding with red. “What about the blush and white roses with…” You trail off looking at the array of flower options, “Baby’s breath?”

“Oh no dear, that will not do. What we’ll do is the blush and white roses with a splash of baby eucalyptus to add some greenery. I’ll touch base with the florist and make sure our vision comes to reality.” A small alert pops up on your dash, a beautiful bouquet takes up your computer screen. Much to your dismay, Vinny’s vision is beautiful, almost a work of art.

“Very well.” You push away the bouquet catalogs, eyes scouring the table for the next obstacle to plan with the wedding coordinator. “Will the flowers on the altar match my bouquet?” You ponder looking over the arch Chuck and yourself decided on.

“In my professional opinion, I believe that white lisianthus would be not only the best -but prettiest option.” Your head nods in approval even though he couldn’t see your reaction to his recommendation.

“What about the flowers that are going to be hanging from the tree branches?” Silence is the only thing that fills the call, you wait intently for him to turn down your wish.

“Chuck and I decided awhile back that instead of hanging flowers, we’re going to hang fairy lights.” Vinny explains. Your face grows warm, unintentionally your hands clench together so tight the tips of your knuckles turn white.

“Why am I just now hearing about this? Don’t you think that this is information that the bride would need to know?” The words flow from your mouth like thick venom, the intensity of your rage flares, your whole body burns.

“Chuck thought that it would be a nice surprise for you. He wants this to be the best day of your life and everything to be perfect for the both of you.” Vinny pollutes your ears with his excuses, he’s flustered at your sudden anger with him.

“Is that so?” You cackle, “It seems to me that Chuck and you are planning a wedding and I’m not even apart of it. Every idea I’ve even brought to the surface you instantly reject my proposals-”

“Look, Y/N,” Vinny interrupts, “I know these are not your top choices, but your items just aren’t what’s hot right now. We need every source of media and entertainment to be on the both of you and you’re not giving me what the public is wanting.”

“With all do respect, Vinny, this is my wedding, and my vision -not yours, I don’t care what the media wants.” Your jaw is tight as you speak to him.

“Y/N, it’s just a wedding, what matters is the love you and Chuck share. The wedding is just an accessory.” Tears felt like lava burning in your eyes and at any given moment, you were going to explode.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot that this was your wedding. This is your career, so of course it’s just going to be a wedding for you, but for me? This should be the best day of my life and you’re ruining it by all of your ‘what the media wants’ bullshit. If you’re going to veto all of my choices, you might as well stop disturbing me with your calls.” Without a response you end the call and chuck the phone onto Dean’s couch. You let out a scream of frustration that bounced off walls and echoes through the apartment, your face falls into your hands accepting your defeat.

“Could you be any louder?” Dean saunters into the living room holding steaming mugs, your hands quickly wipe away the few hot tears that cling onto your cheeks. “Hey, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Dean leans beside you, carefully placing a mug on the only portion of table your papers weren’t covering.

“I can’t ever have a say,” Your voice is meek as you admit what’s been on your mind for the past few years, “Every choice I make is overshadowed by anything that comes out of Chuck’s mouth,” You chuckle to yourself, “I mean my wedding is hardly my own, the only thing that’s gone my way is the dress and that’s only because they haven’t seen it yet.” Dean peers at the collection of papers in front of you, eyeing everything thoughtfully. His fingertips brush over the dresses that belong to your bridesmaids and scour the twelve different menus nobody could agree on. He grasps onto a single photograph, a model is dressed in a white dress, your dress. Dean glances between you and the picture.

“Is this the dress?” You chuckle and dismiss his question with your hand.

“Hopefully, you know, if Vinny doesn’t see it and make me change it before the big day.” You slam the wedding folder shut and slide it away from you. Dean doesn’t let go of the picture, his eyes scan it multiple times, unwilling to tear his eyes away from it. “Oh god, you hate it too don’t you? I knew it was too much when I tried it on, is it the train? Vail maybe?”

“No!” His head snaps up, “Are you kidding me? It’s beautiful -you’re beautiful, and if anyone thinks otherwise they’re absolutely insane.” Your eyes search Dean’s face for a lie but could find nothing but honesty. “Come on, let’s clear your head.” He picks up the mugs and nods towards the couch, following you shortly after.

Your body melts into the cushions that have clearly been broken in for years, your limbs stretch until you’re finally comfortable. Warmth radiates itself through the glass and into the palms of your hands, it tingles your body as the liquid travels down your throat. Your legs lay upon Dean’s lap, his thumb traces circles absentmindedly on your shin, you can’t help but stare, in awe at his beauty.

You embrace the silence the world around you has to offer, quiet is something you’re no longer accustomed to. There are no loud sirens or constant honks from drivers, instead, you hear the chirping of birds and the leaves rustling with every gust of wind. Your mind finally feels at ease.

Both mugs were long past empty, the two of you became so engrossed with your conversations to notice how late in the afternoon it really was. Dean tidies the house up while you search through your luggage for a decent outfit to wear. When you emerge from his bedroom a smile stretches across his features as his eyes wander over you, heat rises to your cheeks at his intense gaze. “You look beautiful,” Dean blurts, his eyes bulge at his abrupt confession.

“Thank you,” Your eyes drop from his stare in embarrassment, “You look quite handsome yourself.” You weren’t entirely sure who you were admitting that to.

“Shall we?” Dean gestures towards the front door, the two of you were already behind schedule. You nod in response and follow him out to his Impala.

Baby pulled into the driveway all too soon. You suddenly forgot how to breathe when you saw the beloved Winchester house. A home away from home. You spent night after night here, had family dinners, played board games, late night cram sessions, you even read your acceptance letter into Yale in the living room to the family. You never dreamed of being in the driveway again. It’s almost as if you were meeting his parents for the first time all over again. Your legs are wobbly as you stand from the car, you quickly grab onto the door to regain your balance. You try your best to calm your raging nerves, but nothing seemed to be helping.

“Sweetheart?” Dean stands before you, eyes searching your face with concern, “I’m right here with you, there’s no need to be nervous.” Your eyes search his own, comfort cradles you as he laces his fingers with yours. You couldn’t help but cling to his hand as the two of you made your way up the steps, he gives your hand one last squeeze before he pushes through the door, you had no choice but to follow.

[legion1993]

Conflicts can’t stop true love

Pairing: Sam x reader 

Prompt: (Dialouge prompt): “Could you be any louder?” (Trope/AU): Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas 

A/N: im so excited to be doing this the 3rd week SPN hiatus writing challenge for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, this is probably gonna be a little different from my first 2 but please feel free to give it some love and some awesome yet criticizing feedback and ill start taking requests for fics soon… 

Plot: in the time of now with not much to hold on to we journey through flashbacks of the journey of Sam Winchester who finds his perfect match but what happens when the happy couple doesn’t agree on what goes on.. what happens when one wants to hunt and the other is focused on planning their wedding. When things get heated will the couple stay strong or be lost forever????

The beginning Once upon a time, in a bunker just outside of Lebanon, Kansas lived a lively young couple with one other member an older brother to keep people in line. Sam and Dean had met you on a hunt in the middle of the night you were about to be sacrificed by some witches but they saved you and after that they never let you out of their sight especially after they too discovered you were a hunter. 

You had lost your parents when you were young and had no other living relatives you had been moving in and out of foster care but left it when you moved across the states. 

You ended up getting trapped by those witches and getting rescued falling in love with Sam in the process you fell for him almost instantly. Sometimes dean got in the way and made you angry thus causing you to snap back at Sam but you loved Sam none the less.

 Each day passed and like normal couples your relationship with Sam was anything but ordinary you fought you bickered but what couple doesn’t have their challenges.

 Sometimes when there was a case it would just be you and Sam going you both had hunted so much together recently and each time you were alone in the motel room or driving it always seemed like Sam had something you wanted to discuss.

 ------------------------The present----------------------

 Once a year for the passed 2.5 years its been getting a lot more complex a lot has happened and right now you weren’t sure if this was a good thing.

 That was how it started but this is the present day Sam had caught wind of a case and when you both woke the next morning Sam kissed your nose, “morning beautiful, how did my favorite girl sleep?” 

You moved to stretch looking up at him as your head now rested against his bicep, “very well on my very lovable moose… now let me guess you caught us a case last night before bed?”

 Sam proceeded to kiss you softly before he smiled, “I love how well you know me, yes I did its in Fort Wayne, Indiana apparently someone is messing with one of the cases Dean and I dealt with like 10 years ago and right now I don’t like how this is going… how much do you know of Bloody Mary?”

 You smiled and traced circles on Sam’s chest before answering, “I know if you go into the bathroom at the stroke of midnight and say her name 3 times in the bathroom mirror she will come and kill you like 2 minutes later… please tell me she isn’t real too…” Sam nodded yes and you sighed, “lets go then we don’t need anyone dying today… unless you wanna ask me what you have been trying to for the last month…” 

You looked at sam curious and not wanting to take no for an answer, “alright alright yes I have been trying to ask you this for months actually but it has never been a more perfect moment than now right before a hunt where an evil girl comes out of a mirror if called and kills you to ask you to marry me… so what do you say will you marry me?” 

You were only shocked as it started to sink in when he pulled the little black box out of the night stand and you saw the ring and your words stopped, “yes…” was all you managed to squeal out as he slid the ring onto your finger… You both spent a little bit of time making out before getting up and getting ready to leave on the hunt. 

There was a calm that swept over you as you and Sam both left on the hunt, now being engaged felt weird at first but you knew it was gonna be amazing forevermore. 

Over the hunt you and sam started throwing out ideas about what kind of wedding you both wanted. You had wanted one based on a fairytale, sam wanted to go more traditional it was one conflict after another. 

There was no shortage of spats between you both on the car ride there and then you both watched as another police report came in and made you jump. 

There was a heat in the motel room that made your fed suits itch, but as you got ready, Sam looked at you and smiled, “Look Y/N I didn’t mean to yell in the car I mean its gonna take some time to adjust to life together and with conflicting ideas about what flowers which obviously we want something light and mild to make us feel romantic…” 

you looked at sam like you hadn’t ever seen him before but you were very very concerned and mind set on what you wanted for the wedding. “well if its romance you want how bout roses? They are romantic and traditional but if we get multi colored ones its adds the spice I want as well.” 

Sam took his tie and threw it on the ground, “omg Y/N don’t even think that would be a good idea we want to impress our family there are many hunters and friends and family who would be coming to see us get married we need to make a decent impression. Seriously it needs to be traditional and very very concise.” 

You grabbed your jacket and your phone, “im heading to check out the recent sight where a murder happened you go talk to the locals the police and such and we will I guess meet later.. I need to cool off Sam I hate fighting hopefully we can come to a conclusion later.. I mean we still have time.” 

You walked out the door and hot wired a mercedes that was outside, you had no sooner done that then you shut it down and got out of the car you didn’t feel like driving 2 blocks away so you walked, clutching your badge and your gun taking it slow you crossed the scene and saw the mirror the sight where the body had been and you gagged slightly at a smell that made you almost hurl on the crime scene.

 You collected some emf but nothing else really till you talked to the brother of the victim. “she was talking with her friend and I heard her saying that she wouldn’t do it ever she didn’t want to do it she didn’t want to say it, I stood by her door and listened as she walked into her bathroom and while her friend was on the phone she looked around and said it she said her portion due to a dare from her friend. Please tell me it isn’t real. Tell me you believe me.. I’m not crazy I watched my sister die… the police just think I’m insane but surely you believe me.”

 From the look in this boys eyes you could tell he was telling the truth, “I do believe you but why didn’t you stop your sister from doing that. Knowing the legend I’m sure you wouldn’t have wished this for her… if you remember anything else about that night don’t hesitate to call.” 

You handed him your business card before walking out the door and starting back to the motel, you hoped Sam had better luck than you, you were also hoping there was no more fighting at all between you 2 but you had left a list of things for dean to pick up to help both you and sam plan the wedding. 

You arrived back at the motel room and went inside having beer in your hand you kicked your shoes off and feeling something soft below your feet, it was the feel of soft rose petals below your sore aching feet. 

You looked up and saw sam sitting on the bed and smiling, “babe im sorry I hate it when we fight, how bout we celebrate our engagement and then in the morning discuss the findings of the case.” For the rest of the night you forgot your disagreements with Sam and you found yourself back in the same situation, you knew sooner or later there would be trouble. But you were excited, you both were wanting to get the wedding planned but you knew you had to take care of this case first. 

------------------THE NEXT MORNING-------------------

 There were lots of beer cans everywhere and clothes strewn all over and you woke up cradled against Sam’s chest, the feeling of his fingers tracing your shoulder. 

You smiled and stirred moving ever so slightly to look up at him. You saw then that he was still asleep so you slipped out of his arms and went to the bathroom to take a shower, you started the shower and just stood in the water dripping over your skin as you sighed letting your mind go blank your memories going back to when you first met Sam. 

---------------FLASHBACK--------------

 You were chained in a dark cold basement and the sound of cackling could be heard echoing throughout the entire house but a masculine groan heard from the cell beside yours. 

You had just enough le-way to see through the cracks in the walls and you could see a man laying on the ground, “are you alright I watched her bring you in ive been waiting for you to wake up..” 

The man came over to the hole in the wall and coughed, “are you Y/N? im Dean, i met your friend, Y/F/N and Jodi Mills sent me and my brother to save you but my brother didn’t get captured I swear he isn’t attracted to danger… but Y/N your tattoo and yes I can see it in the moonlight you’re a hunter aren’t you?”

 All you could do was nod and think about how Jodi was mentoring you in police training and how Y/F/N was always the brains of your operation. 

“yes ive been hunting since my parents passed me and my friend have been hunting for years we never actually knew about the witch we didn’t see any of the signs we were just here visiting Jodi trying to become apart of the Sioux falls police dept. I was walking home from the station when I was knocked out after hearing cackling and I just thought it was some stupid kids playing a prank and I ignored all the signs. Course I knew I was in trouble when I woke up in here I gather my friend told you guys about me… and I figure you have spoken with Jodi and seen the footage.” 

There was a pause as footsteps started coming down the stairs but you took an opportunity that had been presented, 

“dean follow my lead unless you have a plan to get us out of here… im going to stop my heart… yes I know I shouldn’t know how to do it but I do so im gonna stop my heart for a few seconds you start panicing and then use some lock picking skills to break yourself out the sight of my body will keep her distracted… just follow my lead…” 

Well you put your hand to your tattoo and you stopped your heart and you collapsed to the floor, “help help help she collapsed I think she is dying please you have to help her..” the witch only hissed and you knew dean was trying his best… 

the witch opened your cell and looked around then spotting you laying in the middle of the floor she crept slowly into your cell. Dean who quietly unlocked his cell got out and somehow managed to knock out the witch before picking you up into his arms and starting to carry you out of here.

 But they almost made it out, the witch threw some dust on you after basically yanking you out of deans arms and hovering you in the air, “you evil bitch what is that stuff??” Her evil cackle was ringing loudly as she snarled, “just a sleeping potion it will restart her heart but it will make her trapped in her own head, there is no cure there is no way you will ever wake her up…” 

at that moment fear and panic crossed his face as there was a moment of shock, 3 bullets were fired from the front door at that moment dean was able to place himself under your body and catch you as the witch burnt to a crisp and in came Sam Charlie and Jodi, “she is under a sleeping curse, we have to find a way to break it.” 

Charlie looked at everyone like she had an idea, when they all got back to Jodi’s you were placed on a spare bed and laying ever so still you could have been dead but thou you weren’t you looked like you could have been. 

It was once they had all gathered once more in the living room that Charlie came clean of her idea, “its like the classic fairytales the ones specifically where the beautiful maiden is placed under a sleeping curse and then comes along a prince whose kiss can wake her.. but it is only that one prince that can wake the princess otherwise she sleeps forever…” 

Immediately the question was asked, “so whose the prince??? I mean dean and sam are the only men here, and right now I don’t know what is gonna happen but I do know we have a young woman upstairs who I care about very much and would like to see at least live the rest of her life.” 

Jodi said through her tears. As everyone followed the boys upstairs dean went first as the oldest brother he volunteered himself to go first, he kissed your lips and nothing happened. He was shocked and yet slightly relieved he wasn’t big into believing the fairy tales and stuff.

 Sam was next and he whispered, “now sweet princess with this kiss I break this spell that has kept thee from this world we do love so.” With that he kissed your lips, and a burst of magical wind blew passed and Charlie squealed as your eyes blinked open after the kiss was broken. 

All you could do was cling to the man who had been kissing you not but a few moments ago. Then your eyes landed on dean and you giggled, “im glad you made it out alright…” dean chuckled and smiled, “well we survived together… by the way Y/N this is my brother Sam he is the one who woke you from your sleep… we were almost out of the building when the witch pulled you from my arms floatin you in the air and she brought you alive again as she put you under a sleeping curse...”

----------------BACK TO THE PRESENT-----------------

 Some strong arms managed to bring you out of the daze you were in as they wrapped around your waist, the feeling of soft kisses placed along your collarbone made you swoon as you were engulfed in the embrace of your handsome prince. “good morning how long have you been awake?” 

Sam’s voice still groggy from having just woken up… “long enough to daydream I just needed to escape a little bit but my body wouldn’t let me continue to sleep so I came in here to let the water rush over my skin.” You said with a smile as he switched you around to face him,

 “you know you look very very sexy in this shower the water dripping over your skin the way you shiver as you come away from the warmth of the water, the way you shift your weight like your in a fight, the way I can just pick you up and place you against this wall and you wouldn’t care.” 

All you could do was smile holding onto Sam you felt his groin against your heat and all was forgotten as you smiled, “how bout we do a nice hogwarts great hall themed reception and Hogwarts wedding invites with the crest on them?”

 That made Sam thrust into you hard and fast you felt the tile on the wall as you slid up and down it with each thrust taking you higher and higher into more pleasure. The next thing both of you heard was, “Could you be any louder?” and that came from the next room… 

Both of you couldn’t pin point the voice and decided to ignore it thinking you had left the radio alarm clock on. All the while Sam never stopped pounding you into the wall it was like no one else mattered till you guys heard something break outside the bathroom this made you both jump as you finished your time in the shower, you both got out and wrapped in towels. 

Sam grabbed the gun from the toiletries bag and walked out ahead with you following closely behind him. You both got out there only to find Dean and Y/F/N rolling around in your sheets, you and Sam grabbed your shared duffle and ran back into the bathroom and got dressed while Dean and Y/F/N decided to get dressed as well… 

There was a loud burst of laughter from Dean as he knocked lightly on the bathroom door, “Sam Y/N come on guys we came all the way over here tracking your phones after you both didn’t answer cause you were making sweet love in the shower… now hurry up we got us a bitch in a mirror dimension killing people who call her name to kill…” 

You and Sam looked at eachother confused as all hell and then opened the door and got bombarded with hugs and questions… “lets get 1 thing straight you 2 show up out of the blu and expect us to be ok with whatever is going on in our motel room bed btw… and to top it off expect us to accept your help on a case after what just happened here…” 

You said with such a tone to your voice you felt Sam cringe behind you, while filling Y/F/N’s face turn to one of shock. “Y/N, you know we are only trying to help. I love you Y/N your my sister and my best friend and I don’t want to say anything else right now without giving you something… Remember this… for the perfect double wedding….” 

Y/F/N hugged you before handing you the box you both had made so many years ago which now had 2 photos on the cover: one of you and Sam the morning prior to this moment, the other of Y/F/N and Dean that same morning both brother proposed on the same morning at the same time in the bunker. 

You took in a small sigh letting it sink in for a moment that you and your best friend were going to have your dreams come true. You looked at her and both of you let out a high pitched girly squeal before being surrounded in a group hug by your guys. 

You looked up from the circle and leaned your head against your best friends and panted, “lets kill this bitch before we discuss more wedding details…” 

It was then with your best friend your soon to be brother-in-law and your fiancé that you were all piled into the impala planning strategy while traveling to the mirror shop where the original mirror that was used to summon Bloody Mary rested…

 You all wanted this thing dead, none of you wanted to see more people die than which had already. None of you cared who was paired with who but in the end guys went together and girls went together. 

You all entered seeing so many mirrors you all knew what the mirror looked like you all just had to find it. 

The second you all located it you gave your gun to sam and told everyone to shoot it when they got the chance and with tears in your eyes you inacted the plan as you approached the mirror feeling the tears drip down your cheek as you breathed and said, “Bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary…” 

You then sniffled closing your eyes as you turned away from the mirror, you knew you only had a few short seconds before you had to run.. then the air thinned and became devilishly cold, you turned and screamed running away from her flipping over the desk where you knew the guys would start shooting her from, you landed in Sam’s arms grabbing your pistol and starting to shoot her too..

 But when you moved closer to take a better shot she hissed and pinned you to the ground, she got ready to claw your eyes out when 2 shots were fired behind you, mary took off into a mirror. In that instant dean and Y/F/N started smashing mirrors except for the original mirror.

 Everyone stood around as you were shielded in Sam’s arms, Y/F/N was in one of deans as he took his gun and shot an iron bullet dead smack in the middle of the mirror.

 The mirror was then loaded into the trunk of the impala which would serve as a reminder of a hunt that went wrong but turned into the beginning of a bigger truth. 

---------------WEDDING PLANNING---------------

 These couples have had their spats, and fights while doing this planning but they always end in cute moments that could only be described as the mark of TRUE LOVE. But lets see this for ourselves. 

SAM & Y/N: “well you cant expect us to learn the waltz in time for our first dance besides if we want our first dance to be romantic, the tango is much better for that.” You say as you keep going thru the ideas in your part of the wedding plans you and Y/F/N had written down and come up with long ago.

 “no Y/N the waltz is plenty romantic and its hella easier to learn than the tango… you are way too obsessed with that plan of yours which is really not traditional. I mean I understand and respect that this is what you and Y/F/N wanted for your weddings but we are supposed to have this set in already so the musician can select the music.” Sam yelled as you sniffled slamming your fists into your binder.

 Sam could see you in as much frustration as you, so he came across the room to you, pulling you from your seat he takes notice of your tired crying eyes… he wrapped you in his loving embrace and let you cry out your frustration.

Dean & Y/F/N: There were no problems till the food discussion… “there will be burgers, fries, beer, pie… there done it didn’t seem that complex right there…” Dean said as he looks at Y/F/N and sighs knowing she would disagree with some of what he said. 

“yes ok I hear what your saying Dean but we have to accommodate everyone’s taste buds not just yours or mine. But really dean pie think about it we are gonna have 2 wedding cakes but yes we will also have pie… but for burgers there will be beef, chicken and tofu…” All dean could do was groan, but he then looked at Y/F/N who was ready to pull her hair out but dean came over to her and carried her to bed… where in the hallway he and sam had a little exchange of glances, “could you be any louder than us tonight?”

----------------THE BIG DAY----------------- 

It was all ready your dress was pretty.. Insert dress here The hall had been decorated Insert hall pic here The music selected to match the theme but something was off you and Y/F/N shook it all off as nerves but it wasn’t like any nerves you both had ever felt before. 

It was time you both walked down the aisle with your men and you marveled at everything done up all pretty. You were happy and impressed. 

The officant was none other than Gabriel A.K.A. the trickster who started the wedding,

 “you know in all my years ive seen a lot of things happen but never have I seen something like this a double wedding and none the less seeing the day when both of you 2 chuckle heads would find women to put up with your stubborn asses but yes we are here in the presence of the holy hosts of heaven and all of your friends and family but most of all me… hahaha im kidding you may say your resepcted parts and then ill close this off so we can all dance and party…” 

The guys turned to both of you and smiled saying this in unison, 

“babe you make my world spin a little slower, you allow me to be myself and when im around you I know you wont leave me… so from today forward and forevermore I swear that I will protect you and love you in sickness in health until the end of time.” 

They slid the rings on and smiled as you and Y/F/N sighed saying in unison, 

“you rescued me, you brought me out of hiding and showed me what it meant to live in the light, you showed me what it truly meant to fight evil, you most importantly gave us something to live for so from today forward and forevermore I swear that I will protect you and love you in sickness in health until the end of time.”

 You slid the rings on and smiled as you all looked at Gabe who cleared his throat,

 “ok so without further or due with no objections thank god.. by the power vested in me by the laws of heaven and in the sight of god I now pronounce you husband and wife. Sam Dean kiss your brides…” 

Sam and Dean didn’t need to be told twice as they double dipped you both… you all lived happily ever after knowing that all the conflict of wedding planning and such was behind you but that mirror to this day still sits in the dungeon in the bunker because Fate had a different plan…

[gayrackham]

Laughter

Week 3 of SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge

It’s the middle of the night, they are curled on Jude’s bed and laughing so hard their bellies hurt, when Dean bamgs on the door.

“Could you be any louder?” he asks them. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Jude and mick look at each other and Jude has to stop herself from giggling.

“Nope, man, sorry. Can’t do,” she answers him.

Dean just groans on the other side of the door.

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SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 3.

I don’t know if I have told you this recently but you guys rock. I am amazed with how many amazing stories you can produce in a week. So without further ado let’s go over the rules so we can get to this weeks prompts shall we?

The new prompts will be posted every Wednesday around 9 pm CET / 3PM EST every week (yep changed that!You now got a full week!). You got till Wednesday the following week at 8pm CET/2pm EST to post your fic.

This week’s duedate is Wednesday June 14th - 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 3 within the first five tags

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

If you want on the Weekly Masterpost you have to post by 8pm CET/ 2pm EST Wednesday the 14th of June and add your fic to this doc, where it fits!

Any Questions feel free to send me an ask.

PROMPT 1 (Dialouge prompt):

“Could you be any louder?”

Prompt 2 (Trope/AU):

Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas

Link to entry doc (just in case): https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PobrDrCbBq3zBL4qBPJN84Gk33dVGe3spptbh4pSlbE/edit?usp=sharing

Wanna get on the weekly prompt taglist? Add yourself here: 

Challenge taglist: https://goo.gl/forms/6Y8hXcRnVBA95hyO2

Challenge Taglist

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SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 18

We got 3 weeks to go y’all. I know it doesn’t completely line up with the premiere but I only planned for 20 weeks so that’s what we got ;)

This week’s duedate is Wednesday Sep 27th - 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 18 within the first five tags

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

If you want on the Weekly Masterpost you have to post by 8pm CET/ 2pm EST Wednesday the 27th of September and add your fic to this doc, where it fits!

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[legion1993]

I Believe, I Believe, I BELIEVE

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompts: (dialogue prompt) “Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.” (Song Prompt) Believer by Imagine Dragons

A/N: thank you all so much for all the love on these fics, here is Week 9 for the Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 and yet again this piece is a bit tricky and is very much un beta’d. I appreciate @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for the SPN HWC it has inspired me not to give up my passion for writing… as always please forgive any spelling and grammer errors in here.. and enjoy the story… give it some love please…

Plot: you had been taken away from them, your father had been a hunter but on a hunt gone wrong you witnessed him get murdered right in front of you and when the Winchesters found you they took you in… you and Dean fell in love… you had fallen for the eldest Winchester brother and though you weren’t ready to stop fighting… you felt like you and dean had a future bigger than hunting but one demon hunt gone wrong got you captured…

You could still remember it, one minute Dean holding onto your hand, but only seconds later you got knocked out as you got dragged away… then mere hours later waking up in a cold dark basement alone and unaware of where you were… your entire body was shaking badly so you curled up and shut your eyes trying to block out the love you had just lost…

Dean wouldn’t sleep, he refused the right to pull into any motel they kept trying to find the demons who took you… finally it was Ellen at the roadhouse that convinced Dean to stop eat and rest sort of…

Dean: “your taking Sam’s side on this.. guys I cant just sit back while Y/N is out there in the hands of those bastardic demons… I need to find her save her and bring her home… I was gonna propose to her today is our 3 year anniversary…”

Ellen: “I know how you feel boy but your no good to Y/N sleep deprived and starving… so take some time rest relax ive got Ash working on finding Y/N by either her phone or by her pager… yes she has a hidden pager I just hope those demons haven’t taken it away from her…”

Sam: “ellen you got a spare room where I can go take a shower and change before dinner…”

Ellen: “ya straight upstairs to the left…”

Dean watched as Sam took the duffle and left to go upstairs…

Dean: “I don’t see the point in relaxing and rest and eating when the love of my life is captured probably starving and dying… ellen I can’t live without her… hell I won’t live without her…”

Ellen: “you won’t have to boy, now I’m gonna go make you a roadhouse special go play pool.. you need to calm the fuck down…”

Jo: “I’ll even play a few rounds and then we will all help search for Y/N trust me Dean, I’m not gonna let my best friend die… anymore than you letting the love of your life die…”

Dean couldn’t help but smile lightly at jo’s attempt to cheer him up…

Dean: “your so on Harvelle… but when we find Y/N we all will have something to celebrate… mind you there is like nothing on earth I’d rather do than hold Y/N in my arms…”

Jo: “stop moopping and grab a cue so we can either play pool or spar… and don’t worry bout going easy on me… I wont hold it against you…”

Dean grabbed up a cue and spun it around there were many cues for a reason some were used to staff train where others were used to play pool… at this point to Dean it sounded like a good idea to spar than not… they had cleared away a lot of the tables to make room as Dean removed his jacket and his flannel leaving him only wearing his short sleeved sleak black tee…

Jo: “its on now, pretty boy…”

Jo then lunged at Dean who blocked it and they kept going like that for a while not realizing that there was gonna be hell to pay is Y/N was hurt… Dean got cocky at one point and then his memory of the night you got taken came back… which turned out to end badly for him against Jo…

Jo: “distracted are you?”

Dean: “just thinking about Y/N Y/N she is probably like alone and scared right now it's been 6 months and still no sign of her or those demons… it's like they vanished or they are…”

Jo: “cloaked by witches or something… your right we have to help her but how mom's not gonna let us go tonight…”

Dean: “don't worry we will go after she and Sam are in bed all we need is a bag of weapons and to get far enough away that by the time they realize we're gone we will already be halfway cross the states…”

Dean flipped Jo off him and pinned her instead when Ellen walked out and smiled…

Ellen: “dinner time Dean and Jo honey it looks like Dean has you beat… now both of you set this place straight and eat your dinner then do whatever you want… as soon as either me or Ash has a lead on Y/N we will let you know but till then don't blame yourselves for what happened… I'm gonna go catch some z's… night ya’ll”

Ellen waved at Dean and Jo before walking upstairs… Dean ate the food while Jo grabbed her emergency hunting bag as Dean stuff a few things into one of his bags and they wrote a note and walked out the door with keys to the Harley out front which took both Dean and Jo away from the Roadhouse and off to find Y/N…

Meanwhile, you were getting whipped and beaten cause you wouldn't give out any information that they asked for…

Demon 1: “where are those Winchesters?”

Y/N: “why would I tell ugly assholes like you when you could easily possess me.. oh wait hehe you can't haha suckers this won't mAke your boss very happy if I'm dead…”

Demon 2: “why you little ingrate we have held you now for 6 months and neither of those boys have come for you yet maybe they forgot about you…”

Demon 3: “maybe your boyfriend doesn't love you anymore…”

Demon 4: “maybe your boyfriend got mauled by a werewolf and died…”

You shoke your head trying to get rid of those thoughts but it wasn't working…

Y/N: “no no no… your wrong they are coming for me and this will not end wrong like it did with my parents you evil dicks…”

Demon 1 came up to you and slapped you…

Demon 1: “your a cunt…. A stupid one at that…”

Demon 2 came up next and broke your wrist…

Demon 2: “you stupid bitch your boyfriend must be blind cause you're fugly…”

This brought tears to your eyes as demon 3 came up and kicked you in the stomach…

Demon 3: “you're as much of a wuss as your father was when we killed him although he wasn't a white…”

You were curled in a ball when demon 4 came up to you and picked you up by your neck…

Demon 4: “your man will never come for you cause he probably never loved you in the first place…”

They all laughed as you landed on the ground with a loud thud and your sobs filled the air as once more they shut the door and locked it leaving the window open to keep the smell of rotting flesh under control…

You kept thinking bout Dean never imagining that it would have taken him this long to rescue you… but then you heard the door you didn't know what time it was but it was late… the sound of foot steps coming down made you stay still as Azazel came down…

Y/N: “you evil bastard you murdered John Winchester tried to kill my boyfriend attempted to turn his brother on the world and to top it off you tortured my boyfriend… just u wait till they get here they will end you…”

You spat at him and he slapped you hard as he laughed,

Azazel: “I heard through the grapevine that your boyfriend and your best friend a spunky blonde were spotted by a few of my spies heading through the barrier into Wyoming they are going after the colt… sadly they won't make it in time to save you before I open it…”

You felt your eyes open wide as he said those words which meant you had to be somewhere in the middle…

Y/N: “your looking for it aren’t you… your looking for the devils gate… you know you bastard that your never gonna get in right I mean even if you did manage to get in to it why would you want to… your out of hell… your free to roam the earth…”

Azazel: “able to roam the continent yes able to do it freely no… im bound to a promise I made to my boss… to let her out… and she is very anxious to meet you… she is the one who holds your boyfriends contract… which I will let him out of if you tell me what you know about it…”

Your eyes went into shock, your mind started shifting through questions like why would Dean make a deal, is what he said true...

Y/N: “your lying you sick son of a bitch, your lying… he wouldn’t do anything like that… he loves me too much to do it…”

Suddenly it became really cold in there… Azazel started laughing as you shivered…

Azazel: “seems like my little mice are playing my game… your boyfriend is close honey but your not gonna be alive too much longer to see how this story plays out…”

Y/N: “whatever your gonna do to me do it but leave my boyfriend out of it… he is the only family I have left… and FYI you will die Azazel you will die otherwise it will end very badly for you… ive seen it ive seen some of my future…”

Azazel heard some sort of ruckus and ran back upstairs leaving you alone in the dark basement once more. suddenly you heard it coming in through the window Deans voice he was singing… the wind was carrying it in…

Deans voice: “I was broken from a young age, Taking my sulking to the masses, Writing my poems for the few, That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me, Singing from heartache from the pain, Taking my message from the veins, Speaking my lesson from the brain, Seeing the beauty through the...”

You decided to finish it by trying to ignore everything that azazel had just said and you decided to sing finish the words and let the wind carry them back…

Y/Ns voice: “Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain! Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer” 

You kept singing till you passed out from all the pain…  you woke up to voices but you made play that you were still sleeping to hear what was being said…

Demon 1: “they are practically on top of our location boss wants this place to be rigged so when they get here they cant reach the girl…”

Demon 2: “well Azazel said that we cant kill her but he promised me that I could fuck her and take her virginity cause that Winchester and her haven’t done it yet… I know they haven’t cause she keeps going into pre sexual encounter heat…”

Demon 1: “well we still need her as bait for that boy… but boss did tell me one thing we could fuck her up when the Winchester busts through that door…”

They laughed as they walked up the stairs and awaited their orders but you knew that from the way they were talking you weren’t gonna like what was about to happen…

Meanwhile at a little motel in Wyoming Dean and Jo were working on a plan to find you… so far they had come up with nothing… this was their 3rd day that they had been there… they had found bubkis but one morning deans phone rang as he was standing outside the room watching the dawn… but he looked at the display as he heard your voice carried through the wind… he answered the phone…

Dean: “look I know your pissed but we are fine…”

Ellen: “I’m more than pissed Sam and I are in the impala heading towards you guys. bobby is also on his way we aren’t letting you guys do this alone…”

Dean: “look guys I said to both you and Sam that I would go find her with or without you guys so we can’t do anything more at this moment…”

Ellen: “well we might be able to help with that because bobby has a clue… but we wil see you and Jo in a few hours tops… don’t worry about a thing boy…”

The call disconnected in seconds as dean soaked your voice in…  Jo came up behind him and looked around…

Jo: “my mom, Sam and Bobby are on their way aren’t they…”

Dean nodded and smiled lightly…

Dean: “I can hear Y/N singing her voice is being carried through the wind… she finished my line from what I sang last night… I hope she is ok… and I swear to god I’ll kill anyone who has laid a finger on her…”

Jo: “I’ll help but right now anger and violence isn’t gonna help anyone especially Y/N… come on inside lets get some space in here and lets spar before they get here…”

Dean shoke his head but before he could object Jo dragged his ass inside… she threw him on the ground..

Jo: “Dean stop all this depression act seriously if Y/N could see you right now, what would she say hmm she is captured yes but that doesn’t stop us from doing what we do best and that’s killing every stupid son of a bitch out there… seriously dean lighten up and let loose…”

Dean got up off the ground and knocked Jo on her ass as he smiled…

Dean: “you want me to let loose fine I will but I swear that there has to be a way for me to find her using this… I mean I can’t be the only one to hear it… next time I hear it I will follow the wind.. hopefully to find my beloved and propose to her… and kill the stupid son of a bitch who took her from me…”

Dean and Jo sparred till ellen, sam and bobby arrived… dean and jo got sat down in front of a map…

Bobby: “Ellen got this from the safe ash had put it there… five locations have been marked with Xs. Each X marks an abandoned frontier church, all mid-19th century, built by Samuel Colt. A set of iron railway lines connecting each church forms a pentagram, making a hundred-square-mile devil's trap.”

Dean: “whats right dead smack in the middle of it… that’s gotta be the area where they are keeping my girl… ive gotta go I have to find her… ok I heard her voice she finished the line I sung in the wind last night… it was brought back to me this morning… she is close by and hurt badly…”

Sam put a arm cross his brothers chest trying to stop him from reaching the door…

Sam: “Dean stop ok right in the center of that giant devils trap is cowboy cemetery it’s right dead smack in the center of Wyoming… we can’t just march in undetected although if Azazel has Y/N she may be worse than dead right now… Dean you need to know why you and Y/N can communicate through the wind… why you could hear her voice… yellow eyes not only wants me but wants her too… but he couldn’t have her or her power until he got her away from you… they have been torturing her dean and because she is tied to you by the bonds of love she is trying to reach out to you… she has a sirens song.. her voice her singing voice is her weapon… it’s why when she screams the ground shakes… I knew this because it’s how I found out… the ground wasn’t already broken that day when we escaped from that god awful hell hole she broke it to break our chains… she made me swear to keep it to myself till it mattered but I’ve been having nightmares or visions of this day for like a long time… Dean Yellow eyes is trying to make a deal with Y/N if she has his right hands baby… instead of yours…”

The look on Dean’s face went to one of shock as he stumbled back onto the bed and he placed his head in his hands as jo came up beside him…

Jo: “use the wind Dean use it to sing to her… get a message to her… do something we can’t let this happen…”

Sam: “yes but they are expecting us they know we are coming but they are expecting to start making this baby so basically raping Y/N when they hear us walking in the door to save her…”

Ellen: “Y/N is family so let’s save her… we have to save her we can’t let this Yellow eyed son of a bitch do this to her… but we also need to stop the devils gate from being opened…”

Bobby: “I think I have an idea but it’s risky… everyone thinks Sam and Y/N are dead like that yellow eyes turned them on eachother and had then kill eachother… that’s what yellow eyes thought happened… till his lackys brought him Y/N and now he is wondering maybe if Sam’s alive… but if we split up like Dean goes with jo to rescue Y/N exorcize any demonic lackys you can in any way possible… but don’t die… Sam you come with Ellen and I to the gate we need to stop whoever he has trying to open the gate from opening it and unleashing hell on earth…”

Sam: “Jo take care of Dean please make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid…”

Jo: “I can do that but no guarantees that either of us will come out of this unscathed… but we will do everything possible to make sure we all survive this with as little damage as possible… but if Azazel can let dean out of his deal than that means he must know who holds the contract... meaning maybe we can work something out to allow this not to happen…”

Dean: “im going now I will sing all the way there if I have too… just to get Y/N to know I’m on my way… if your coming that’s fine but I am getting my girl back and out of there before Azazel has his lacky breed with my girl…”

The tone of dean’s voice made everyone back off… Dean’s alpha dominance was being shown publicly and no one argued… but Jo knew jo figured that dean was an alpha he always had that way about him but right then he scared her… they made a path as Jo grabbed their bags and followed dean to the motorbike, they got on not giving a glance back as they sped off to the center of Wyoming… the center of the map…

Once there they parked the bike and looked around they tried to find out where Azazel may be… Dean removed his helmet and turned his head trying to find which way the wind was…

Jo could only hope that you got his song this time… Dean breathed in slightly as he hummed to start…

Dean: “I was thinking bout you, thinkin' bout me Thinkin' bout us, what we gon' be Open my eyes yeah, it was only Just A Dream…”

He felt the wind once again blow passed as he sat there praying it reached you… Meanwhile, you were being slapped when the wind blew passed you bringing in Dean’s words… for the first time in a while it felt like you had a little bit of strength to do what you had too… so you did…

Y/N: “So I traveled back, down that road Will he come for me, no one knows I realize yeah, it was only Just A Dream”

You let the words fly with the wind and you then used your voice to try to exorcize these dicks…

Demon 1: “that was a strange thing you did there girl… where is your boyfriend… he won’t be able to save you…”

Demon 3: “don’t worry little girl we will make sure your boyfriend lives long enough to see you get fucked and brutalized and impregnated…. Before we make him eat his own heart…”

Y/N: “well that little song that I just did is a smaller version of what I can actually do… now prepare to bleed gentlemen…”

You inhaled a big breath and exhaled it as quickly making your voice go sonic again… you watched as they crumbled to the floor holding their ears but blood kept flowing out of them… once the scream stopped the wind carried it out as a cry for help… you then started singing… you tried for a while now to put a tune to the exorcism but nothing had worked so far… so you decided to use your singing voice it was windy enough outside that it would carry your tune to Dean leading him straight to you…

As you did the demons couldn’t get up and you realized that your song wasn’t a curse it was a gift one you could see one day earning yourself a prize for talent if controlled properly… but right now it was gonna be your ticket out of there… meanwhile Dean and Jo sat there waiting in the wind but your voice came through and dean threw his helmet back on and followed your voice…

They came to the outside of the place you were being held, dean and jo got off the bike taking off the helmets and started towards the building guns in hand but these were water guns full of holy water…

Dean: “they gotta be keeping her here somewhere…”

Then they heard it..

Azazel: “night after night I come down here offering this to you and yet still you refuse to believe that your boyfriend would sell his soul for Sam and not you… well right now I have it on good authority that you made 2 of my best goons bleed earlier with your voice…”

Then it rang through… the sound of Azazel’s hand as it hit your cheek…

Azazel: “that’s for doing that first of all and second if your voice escaped and brought your boyfriend here or anywhere close you will loose your virginity sooner than not because that’s gonna happen as soon as the devils gate is opened.. no one will be able to stop us then…”

That’s when you spat in his face… he slapped you again and this time held you to the ground making you cry out in pain… Dean and Jo knelt outside the small window, Jo held dean back as they watched you get beaten and slapped and bruised…

Jo: “Dean don’t it won’t help her… we have to wait until he leaves before we can talk to her… ok just stay quiet for a few more moments…”

With Jo’s hand on his shoulder, he calmed down slightly without hesitation the first chance he gets he was gonna talk to you… after 15 minutes of watching Azazel keep you pinned as he beat you and everything they watched as Azazel once more sat you below the window and walked out of the room they waited till they heard the door slam and lock before before sticking a walkie talkie down there on the string and having it land in your lap…

You picked it up and heard a voice one that until now you had only heard through the wind…

Dean: “Y/N baby talk to me… say something please…”

Y/N: “dean you found me… but how…”

Dean: “its ok baby its ok soon you will be back in my arms soon but right now Jo and I need to get you out of there… we need to get you away from here…”

Y/N: “dean go to the door and wait for my command then you and Jo have to say it as soon as you start antagonizing them… Azazel will come down here and prtect his ‘cargo’ that’s me… or at least that’s what he calls me… and then start exorcizing those demonic bitches… ill make a deal with Azazel… that he can use me as leverage to get the gate appeased or something like that but he wont know bout his lackys… dean im so sorry bout that….”

Dean: “its ok baby girl you were my most important hunt looking for you has made me stronger… I love you, we all do and now we need to save you… Bobby, Ellen and Sam are at the gate trying to stop Jake from using the colt to open it… don’t worry baby we will kill these sons of bitches… im gonna call sam ok talk to jo for a few moments… she has been missing you as much as I have…”

Dean passes the talkie off to jo and then pulls out his phone to make the call to sam…

Dean: “Sam we found Y/N but she is hurt badly like she needs help now…. We have a plan to get her out of here but getting her to you guys to go to the hospital is a different story we are gonna do a mass exorizm and then get her away from Azazel… Azazel will be able to tell when the gate is opened… let it open we need to get him away from her…”

Sam: “ok just do whatever you have too we will kill 3 birds with 2 stones…”

Meanwhile you and Jo were talking…

Jo: “so what exactly hurts???”

Y/N: “everything it feels like ive been hit by a bus…”

Jo: “well don’t worry darlin’ we will get you out of there…”

Y/N: “Azazel wont rest he plans on taking me to the gate when its opened so he can have his minion breed with me and make demonic spawn…”

Jo: “we wont let that happen girl I promise… none of us will… now play your part girl the door is opening and hide that walkie… silence it tho… ok we love you and we wont let you down…”

As soon as you hid that walkie you watched as the door opened and Azazel came down and he laughed…

Azazel: “poor defenseless Y/N still…”

Y/N: “first of all asshole I’m not defenseless second I want to negociate did you manage to precur Dean’s contract..”

Azazel pulled out the contract as he chuckled…

Azazel: “the little girl wants to negociate… ok let’s hear it…”

Y/N: “well you will rip up and get rid of that contract and make it so he gets to live a long and happy life without any hidden clauses, in return I’ll do a spell to enslave as many meat suits within a week for your new lackys… all you have to do is promise me that after I do that list no one dies not me not dean not anyone…”

Azazel paced thinking about your deal as he nodded…

Azazel: “so how do we seal this deal?”

You sang a song that made the agreement float in the air and he looked at it…

Y/N: “its legal and binding completely unbreakable this is a witches agreement… used to make deals of our own without the help of demon shits like you… now you have to sign it in your own blood to make it legal… now do it and let Dean’s contract burn to ashes…”

You used your sirens song to bend him to your will to force him to sign the contract then to stand there and do nothing then you radio’d Dean and Jo to start the plan… which they did… the knocked on the door…

Dean: “come on out fuglies I want my girl back….”

The demons came out in a big group and Dean sprayed them with holy water and you could hear the plan being put into motion, you kept singing keeping control of Azazel you made him untie you and then you started to sing your part… to join in on theirs which you could hear…

Dean, Jo & Y/N: “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”

You heard the sound of the lackies smoking out and you continued singing but then something broke your attention and Azazel kicked your stomach as Dean and Jo got downstairs…

Azazel: “I’ll see you at the party which is about to start… and don’t fail me doll…”

You fell to the ground as Azazel left and you groaned in pain… as Dean and Jo surrounded you…

Y/N: “we have to stop him… before he gets to sam…”

Dean: “easy babe we will stop him but we also need to keep you safe and get you to Ellen… ellen has the first aid kit… we will get you patched up babe… trust me… Jo help me… we need to get ourselves to the cemetary… we need to meet up with everyone else…”

Jo helped get you out of there and then dean held you as he smiled lightly…

Dean: “jo your driving we will keep Y/N between us if we have to we will sit her side saddle on my lap and ill hold her and you but we need to get her patched and out of here…”

Jo: “so we are screwing helmets…”

Dean: “yep that we are…”

Jo got on first and then dean sat down helping you sit between him and jo as carefully as possible making sure you were secure before taking off straight towards more danger… when you guys got there there was a ton of stuff happening, but most important thing was Sam shooting Jake in the chest 4 times…

Dean: “Sammy stop it alright he’s dead…”

Ellen and Bobby walk past Sam, with Bobby staring at him hard. Ellen switches places with Dean who walks over to look at Jake, then Sam, who wipes the blood from his face.

The six of you look over to the crypt as two separate engravings on the crypt spin in different directions, then stop.

Bobby: “Oh, no.”

Ellen: “Bobby, what is it?”

Bobby: “It's hell.”

Sam pulls the Colt from the Crypt.

Bobby: “Take cover— now!”

All six of you run behind tombstones as the doors to the crypt burst open. A large black mass erupts from the other side and shoots outward. That was it a thousand more demons in the world.. just what you all needed but as you huddled into Ellen surrounded by Jo not knowing where dean was you felt your heart drop… you had no idea what was about to happen…

black demon smoke continues to pour from the crypt, with individual trails of smoke haring off in different directions. Bobby, Ellen, Dean, Jo, You and Sam are taking cover behind some tombstones nearby.

Dean: “what the hell just happened?!”

Ellen: “that's a devil's gate. a damn door to hell.”

Ellen: “come on! we gotta shut that gate!”

Dean checks the colt for bullets. And smiles as he brings it over to you whose purched right now against a tree…

Dean: “if the demon gave this to jake... then maybe...”

thunder crashes and the yellow eyed demon appears behind Dean. he flings the colt out of Dean's hand and into his own. Dean looks astonished, getting closer to you to keep distance between you and Azazel.

Azazel: “boys shouldn't play with daddy's guns.”

Azazel throws Dean into the air, Dean lands hard against the ground but hits his head on a tombstone and lies there, stunned. You scream but it isn’t as powerful because your weak…

Bobby, Ellen, and Sam are struggling to close the crypt door. Sam looks over and sees Dean down, you being telepathically choked and then sees Azazel who looks at Sam and smiles.

Sam: “Dean! Jo get to Y/N help her… shoot the bastard do something…”

he lets go of the gate door and runs toward his brother and future sister in law… Jo chucks a ton of holy water at Azazel as Sam rushes in… Jo and Sam come up on either side of you, they surround you trying to think of a plan… Sam gets pushed back and thrown against the tree azazel laughs… you and Jo just stand there mortified by what azazel was doing to the brothers…

Azazel: “i'll get to you in a minute, champ. but i'm proud of you— knew you had it in you.”

Dean is struggling upright. Azazel throws him against a post. You screech hoping its enough but it isn’t…

Azazel: “sit a spell. so, dean... i gotta thank you. you see, demons can't resurrect people, unless a deal is made. i know, red tape— it'll make you nuts. but thanks to you, sammy's back in rotation.”

Azazel laughs watching your expression as he holds onto both brothers… you then realized he doesn’t remember what happened you run in and you stand between him and dean…

Azazel: “now, i wasn't counting on that, the little girlfriend coming to save the man who took 6 months to find you… pity… but i'm glad that sammys back, i liked him better than jake, anyhow. tell me— have you ever heard the expression, "if a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?" well honey how bout it this is my…”

Dean: “you call that deal good?”

You started giggling for you knew the truth you then pulled out the contract and smiled…

Y/N: “hey bastard look this is a witches agreement… it has the power of a demonic contract but its made by witches and signed by other people to do our bidding… such a shame that we cant undo ours the way a demon can undo theirs…”

Azazel looked at the contracts signature line and saw his own signature in his own blood…

Azazel: “well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. and you never wondered why? i'm surprised at you. i mean... holy shit ive been sirened… spelled.. bewitched… oh well I guess a deals a deal… but know this whatever happens… you have to live with those consequences…”

Y/N: “I know you skanky son of a bitch…”

Azazel pushes passed you and approaches Dean to speak to him face-to-face

Azazel: “you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? that was pretty cold, wasn't it?

Azazel laughs and takes a good look around making his own voice shake the skies with thunder….

Azazel: “how certain are you that what you brought back, is 100%, pure, sam?”

Sam, you & Jo stood watching, looking horrified;. in addition to watching black demon smoke fly every which way up left right, what appears to be ghosts are now also walking.

Azazel: “you of all people should know, that's what's dead, should stay dead. anyway... thanks a bunch. i knew i kept you alive for some reason. until now, anyway. i couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family.”

you watched as Azazel towered over dean. as the bastard cocks the colt and aims it at Dean, you & Jo watch as John Winchester himself… grabs the demon from behind. the body the demon possessed falls to the ground, the gun still in hand, while john and the cloud of smoke that was Azazel wrestled. the demon pushes him to the ground and enters the body once more. when he stands up, Dean was pointing the colt at him, and waits till your kneeling right beside him to pull the trigger which shoots him in the heart. the demon then falls to the ground, dead.

Bobby and Ellen finally close the gate doors and turn to see John. Dean stands up holding you and faces his dad. John walks forward, and smiles at Dean, putting his hand on Dean's shoulder. John smiles at you and you nod as both are teary, and Sam approaches; Dean and John both look at Sam, John and Sam nod at each other. with another look at Dean, John steps back and disappears into white light.

Dean and Sam look at each other, Sam comes in for a group hug between the 3 of you and no sooner had you all done that than you were all bombarded by the others who helped get you back to the impala… you and Dean sat there in private and you told Dean everything that the demons had told you..

Dean: “Y/N Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them. I took so long to find you cause I didn’t want to make a mistake and go in half cocked… plus no one would let me…. Anyway now that the gate is open I guess we have a lot of hunting to do and plus now I can ask you this question… Y/N will you marry me??”

You stumbled for a moment before nodding and then feeling a small cold piece of metal being slid on your finger… you looked down and saw a beautiful engagement ring and you smiled at Dean not realizing that your stitches had burst… Dean looked down and yelled at everyone else… the feeling of Dean holding you against him with a cold compress to your side as the impala sped its way down the road to the nearest hospital…

You couldn’t make out anything that was being said, you couldn’t tell anything that was happening the only thing you knew was the feeling of Dean’s body against your head… the compress still there dean hadn’t set you down…

Dean: “no don’t move her you move her she will bleed out please don’t do this I proposed to her tonight I cant loose her… she had gotten kidnapped a while back im FBI the old guy in the hat is my commanding officer I was doing everything in my power to find my girl.. we had made it to shoot on sight for the guys that took her… please don’t make me wait while you do this…”

Nurse: “im sorry but we cant fix her unless we move her…”

Ellen: “listen here bitch… we have been through hell tonight and these 2 kids need looking after my boy here got his head bashed he needs stitches as much as she does now if you’re not gonna cooperate then give us the supplies and we will do it otherwise admit them both have him hold her and you guys patch them up that’s a god damn order..”

Now everyone smartened up the doctors and nurses led the way dean holding onto you flipped you around facing the other side the compress still cold under his hand… the doctors placed both of you in a room having Dean sit with you on the table as they stitched him and you up and gave you a pain sedative and cleaned your wounds assessed your bruises and casted your wrist… you were in your loves arms… that’s all you cared about…

When they were all done they laid you both in a bed and let the others through… no one left no one moved no one wanted to not till you woke… it was 24 hours before you woke, at that moment you moved slightly wincing in pain. But waking up against something not cold, not hard, not scratchy, it was your fiancé’s chest…

You opened your eyes being careful of the parts on your body that hurt and you moved your hand… which made your fiancé move beneath you…

Dean: “Y/N baby its ok we are in the hospital… you were out for 24 hours… you haven’t left my side I promise… baby what happened to you down there wasn’t anything you could have controlled… you helped me rescue you and for that im grateful… and now your gonna become a Winchester and join the family permenantly not like I could have gotten rid of you even if I had wanted too… but right now you have a family surrounding you and we all love you… especially me… but the doctor said your not to do any harsh movements for a while which means your on a no hunting policy for a while… you get wedding planning instead… Jo has even offered to be your maid of honor… obviously my brother is my best man with Ellen and Bobby as our witnesses we will invite anyone who will come along and become husband and wife…”

Y/N: “but what about the devils gate it was open long enough for many demons to escape… we need to stop them all…”

Ellen: “we will darlin’ but we cant do it half ass’d we need to find each of them and exorcize every single on…”

Jo: “I say we take a family photo as a engagement photo for Y/N and Dean well a secret one anyway..”

Y/N: “Jo I look terrible and we are in a hospital…”

Sam: “its nothing if not memorable.. the same day the gate was opened my brother got engaged we have to document this moment…”

You looked at dean who smiled and nodded… everyone crowded round helping you & Dean into a comfortable position as you all got ready to take the photo… you held your left hand out in a fist towards the camera… the photo showed the ring and the love and the family… cause that’s what being a hunter is all about…

Family don’t end in blood it’s the people who surround you each day and make your life worth living that is what true family is… it’s those who will be around you even when it seems like the world is against you…

The motto is as follows and every single Winchester has had this motto for their family: SAVING PEOPLE, HUNTING THINGS, THE FAMILY BUSINESS…