#spn x wolf pack

[spnwin1967]

Wolf Pack 1x01 // Supernatural 1x01

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[holylulusworld]

Ready for harvest

Summary: You and your alphas play another game.

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 6 – Friday, April 19 – Slick

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: implied smut/light smut, somnophilia, use of a sex swing, implied taking turns, blindfolds, use of a safe word, aftercare, consensual degrading, daddy kink, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, established polyamorous relationship, fluff

Catch up here: Hungry like the wolf

A/N: The story takes place in Season 10. John is still alive for my storyline.  

Words: 1,3 k+

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A snowstorm ruined your plans, but it offered a new opportunity. While stuck at the bunker with your alphas, you came up with new ideas to kill time.

Strip poker. Chasing a fake monster. Strip charade. Naked cooking contests. 

Five days later you’re still stuck in the bunker, unable to leave it because of the snow masses blocking all exits.

Luckily you’re always prepared and got enough food, because and men around to survive for even for weeks without leaving the bunker.

“Good thing I bought all the good shit before the weather decided to fuck us over,” John grins at you. “What do you say, Y/N? Do you want to try it out? I got it in our playroom.”

You chuckle at his eagerness. It was his idea to turn one of the rooms at the bunker into a playroom for you and your alphas.

“Okay, show me what you bought,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “Daddy.”

“Careful or I’ll take you right here, in the hallways.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you grin, remembering the night John pounced on you after you sneaked into the kitchen for a late-night snack. He fucked you right there, on the floor for his sons to watch. “It was so hot and dirty.”

“Because we all took turns,” Sam suddenly stands behind you to grope your ass. For a man his size, he’s fucking stealthy. “So, what are we up to today? Can I sort the books at the library, or did we find something more interesting to do?”

You smirk at Sam.

“I think our omega wants to play,” John snickers. He unashamedly cups his crotch. It’s only you and his sons, and all of you have seen all of him over the years. No one around to judge you for being a pack’s omega.

“Hmm…” you run your fingertips over the sex swing hammock John decided to buy. You feel the soft leather to check the quality. “It looks nice.” You’re unsure for the first time.

“If you don’t like it, we can just chase you around the bunker and play hide and seek,” Dean joins the party. “We thought it’d be nice if you played pillow princess and just enjoyed the ride.”

“Pillow princess?” You snort. It’s not your style to just take it. “How will this work?” You tug at the straps to test the stability of the hammock. “Me?”

“I want you to wear this,” John purrs and holds a blindfold in front of your face. “We want to play guess the cock.”

“You’re kinky, Mr. Winchester,” you snatch the blindfold out of his hands. “Black silk, huh?”

“For special occasions, sweetheart,” Dean looks at the blindfold in your hands. “We want to give you a special night.”

“You want to get your dick wet,” you playfully slap his chest. “You horny bastard.”

Dean chuckles. “You know me so well, baby.”

“I know all of you,” you smirk darkly. “Every dirty little secret and every kink.”

“Do you trust us?” John cups your cheek. “We’d love to give you a new experience. But only if you want it.”

“Only if you promise to not tease me,” you poke your finger into his chest. “Last time you edged me for too long and then, you didn’t let me cum!”

“That was sweet punishment,” Sam taunts. “And we will do it again.”

“If you play your cards right,” you purr and step toward Sam to fist his flannel, “I allow you to massage my feet after you made me cum, Sammy.”

Your alphas smirk as you shimmy out of your panties and fling them across the room. 

“Let’s test this nice swing…”

Your alphas helped you into the shamrock. Your men made sure that you were comfortable and felt safe. John asked you about your safe word and kissed you softly before using the leg and arm straps on you.

It feels like floating. “You look ready to get eaten, doll,” John whispers in your ear. He tweaks one of your nipples, causing you to shudder. “If you guess the cock right, you get a special gift after we are done with you.”

Dean kneels in front of the shamrock to teasingly run his tongue over your clit. He grips your legs tightly, enjoying you cannot close them when he playfully sinks his teeth into your clit.

“DEAN!” you grunt. He’s a teasing little shit, and you will pay him back. “I dare you!”

“How does she taste brother?” Sam watches his father and brother tease you with little licks and touches. “Dean?”

“She’s slicking for us, Sammy,” Dean growls against your flesh. “Y/N is such a good omega for us.”

You mewl at his words. Your chest swells and your body goes lax. “Daddy…”

“I’m here, doll,” John whispers in your ear. “Can we begin, baby doll?”

“Hmmm…” you nod.

“Do you remember your safe word, Y/N?” 

“Papaya,” you murmur. “I’m all green, daddy.”

“Of course you are,” he replies and nods at his sons. “If you want us to stop, you will say it. Remember that you are the one in control.”

John’s features darken as he steps next to his sons. He cracks his neck and stares at your exposed body, ready for them to use you. You’re completely at their mercy, and his primal side loves it.

“Ready sons.”

“Ready if you are,” Dean and Sam say in unison.

“Yes…” you whisper lowly. “I want to play a game with all of you…”

You feel his hands on you seconds later. His touch is tender at first, but his hands get more demanding. He gropes your tits, roughly pinching your nipples. You know it’s Sam because he’s hiding the beast so well, but not with you.

“Fuck me,” you challenge. “Now!”

They don’t speak when they start using your body for their pleasure. It’s part of the game.  

Sam is first. He’s rough, and demanding, but he pulls three orgasms out of your body. 

You recognize Dean next. He takes his time to tease you, fingering you until you cry and beg him for an orgasm, but he will let you wait, and you’ll only find release with his cock inside of you.

John is last. He’s rougher tonight and calls you his whore, and slut. Your alpha was on the edge for weeks. One hunt had gone wrong, and he feared he’d lose another mate.

“Look at this, a whore to go,” John taunts you not only with his cock driving into you in abandon, but his voice making you shudder.

He’s unstoppable. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your spent body. You’re sore and tired, your safe word on the top of your tongue but you don’t use it. John needs to get this out of his system, and you won’t stop him.

Even if it’s against your alphas’ rules.

In the morning, you wake to John fucking wildly into you. You’re usually more than happy if he slips inside of you while you’re asleep, but this morning is different.

You cry, and whimper. John grunts into your neck, believing you’re into it as you wiggle underneath him.

“John,” it pains you to do it, but you cannot take more, “Papaya.”

He stiffens and immediately slips out of you. “Doll,” he nuzzles you. “I’ve got you doll,” John whispers. “You did so well. We are proud of you.” He wraps his arms around you and cradles you in his arms. “I’m gonna get you clean and take care of you.”

John picks you up to carry you inside the bathroom. “I’m sorry, daddy. It was…too intense.”

“No. I’m sorry,” he pecks your hair. “I was a bad dominant today. I should’ve seen your distress and ended the session last night. It was too much, and…” He sniffs. “Please forgive me.”

“I’m fine, John,” you hide your face in his shoulder. “You’re good alphas.”

John isn’t convinced. He calls for his sons, asking them to help him with you. “We need to do more aftercare. It was too much.” He admits, ashamed. 

“We’re here, sweetheart,” Dean whispers. “We will take care of you now…”

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[notanettelmao]

The Tell pt. 1

Also on AO3

(A Teen Wolf Rewrite)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Words: 1,8k

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Y/N was with Derek when he heard about the attack at the video store. He took off in the direction of the store, leaving her behind. She swore, looked around, and started running after him. 

When she finally got there, he and Scott were climbing the rusty ladder on the side of the building. Y/N rolled her eyes and climbed after them. Scott said hi to her while Derek stared at her as if he wasn't expecting her to follow him. He then turned to Scott.

"Starting to get it?" He asked, leaning over the edge to look down in a way that didn't make him visible to the people on the ground under them. Scott did the same.

"I get that he is killing people. I don't get why." Scott mumbled. Y/N walked a few steps toward the edge to take a look at the scene. 

"I mean, we don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Y/N turned to look at Scott. 

"Werewolves are predators. Not killers." She said. Derek agreed, not looking away from the people on the street.

"Then why is he a killer?" Scott asked looking at his friend and then at the older werewolf.

"That's what we are going to find out. Y/N, how does this look like from the perspective of a hunter?" Derek turned towards her. The youngest Winchester took a deep breath and stepped away from the edge of the roof.

"It must have been a rogue omega. He killed Laura to get the alpha power, which we already knew. We know that he wants to build a pack, and that's why he bit Scott. But something isn't right here. Why didn't he bite anyone else? I'll need to do some research on my own, maybe I will take Stiles with me because he can get us the police reports. I need to know if there were organs missing or if he is just killing for the fun of it." Y/N looked at her phone, texting Stiles to meet her a few blocks away from the video store.

"You do that. I'm gonna take Scott to the house for a bit. I'll see you later," Derek waved a hand her way and then ran off the roof, Scott following him. Y/N groaned when she realized she will have to climb the ladder down

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The youngest Winchester got to the meeting point at the same time as Stiles parked his jeep on the side of the road. She quickly jumped into the passenger seat and told him to drive to his house. She needed his whiteboard for this.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Stiles asked as they got into his room. He sat on his bed and watched Y/N pace around the room picking different stuff up and then wiping his whiteboard so she had a clean space to work with. She ignored his question and wrote 'THE ALPHA' in capital letters in the middle of it, then drew lines around it and started writing everything they knew already.

"I need you to look in your dad's files to see if there were any bodies found dead with their heart missing in the towns around Beacon Hills." Y/N turned to look at Stiles who was reading the words on the board, looking really interested. 

"You think it could be the bad kind? The one you told me about?" He was suddenly up, looking worried. Y/N swallowed and nodded. 

"I have a bad feeling. And I need another wolf to talk to about it. Not Derek. And not Scott, Scott hasn't been a werewolf for long." She ran her fingers through her hair. 

"I guess we have one more Hale we can visit." He said quietly. Y/N nodded. 

"I'll go see him. I need you to go look through the folders. Look for the missing hearts and anything that could be a clue." She quickly dropped the parker on Stiles' table and turned to walk out, but stopped in between the door.

"I don't have a car." She turned back to look at Stiles. He let out a laugh and then motioned for her to follow him.

"Come on, I'll take you there."

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Peter lived on the side of Beacon Hills where Lydia did. The rich part of town. He moved into his house right when he was let out of the hospital after his miraculous recovery. Y/N actually helped him and Derek to pick the place and get him used to being around people again. No one really recognized Peter in town, which saved them a lot of explaining about how the hell he was walking and talking after spending six years in a coma.

Y/N thanked Stiles for the ride and closed the car door. She watched him drive away and then let herself in through the gate. She walked up the stone steps towards the front door and knocked. She didn't have to wait long before Peter opened it, frowning. When he saw her he smirked.

"Ah, Winchester. What can I do for you?" He asked, moving to the side so she could walk in. 

"Hi, Peter. Nice to see you too. Are you doing better?" She lifted an eyebrow at him and took off her shoes. She put them on the shoe rack in the huge hallway. 

"Did you come over only to ask me how I was doing or do you actually need something?" He led her towards the kitchen. 

"Oh, I just wanted to talk." She sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen island and put her phone in front of her.

"Talk? About what? And where is my nephew? Does he still refuse to buy a normal living space and tortures himself by sleeping in the burned-down house?" He pulled out two cups and started the coffee maker. 

"Derek is currently at the old house with Scott. And yes, he still lives there. He is way too stubborn to listen to us. Even though it would be safer for him to move somewhere else now that Kate is in town. That woman is a whole new level of crazy. But that's not why I'm here. I need to talk to you about werewolves. And about how they go rogue." Peter turned to look at her. 

"Why don't you ask your uncle about it?" He asked and placed one of the full coffee cups in front of her. 

"My uncle was in an accident a few days back. I don't really want to bother him now, as I am sure he and my brothers have a lot of stuff to do because the Leviathans are getting all around the USA." 

"Yes, I remember you telling me about him being shot. What do you need to know?" Peter sat down on one of the chairs on the other side of the island.  

"How does a wolf go rogue?" Y/N asked. 

"Depend on the situation. You can be kicked out of the pack, and then if no other pack wants you in, you lose it. You start going more and more feral. That's how omegas are made, but omegas are usually born wolves that go feral. The bitten omegas are more..." Peter stopped talking, thinking about how to say it correctly.

"They're the worst kind, right? The ones that feed on the hearts of humans?" Y/N asked quietly. Peter nodded.

"Yes, they are the worst. I don't know how, but they actually became weak to silver. Us born wolves aren't." 

"I know. It is a myth connected to the Argents as they are the oldest line of hunters ever." Y/N agreed. She then pulled her father's journal from the bag she had brought with her. 

"Can you look over this to see if there are correct facts?" She pushed the journal towards Peter, who took it in his hands carefully.

"It was my father's and my brothers left it with me just in case I needed it. And I know you know a lot of stuff about the supernatural as you yourself are supernatural. Also, Derek told me you used to have a lot of different bestiaries and other books before..." Y/N didn't finish the sentence when she noticed the pained look on his face. 

"Why are you asking me all this? You think the alpha is a bitten wolf?" Peter asked. The girl nodded. 

"If it was a born wolf someone would know something. There are not that many of you anymore and my brothers keep tabs on all of the packs with born wolves. They would know if one of them went rogue." Y/N explained.

"Did you tell any of this to Derek?" 

"No, are you crazy? You know him. He would go right after the guy and get himself killed in the process." She took a sip of her coffee and watched Peter as he agreed.

"If you are right, and you probably are... We are going to need all the help we can get. Derek is not as strong by himself, your friend Scott still doesn't really know how to have control over his shift, and the sheriff's kid is a skinny human who talks too much. Even with the help of your angel friend, my wolf is not healed fully yet. You are probably the strongest of us right now with your hunter training." Y/N knew what Peter wanted her to do. 

"I can't call them here Peter. They have a lot of stuff going on, I told you the Leviathans are everywhere-" 

"Y/N, you are creating a pack around yourself. The alpha is going to see you as a threat." Peter said as if it was nothing. Y/N froze in her seat.

"I'm creating a pack around myself? How is that possible? I'm not an alpha, not even a werewolf." The youngest Winchester looked so confused Peter had to laugh.

"It is possible. You have to have the right amount of Spark to pull it off. You are a Winchester. You and your brothers stopped multiple apocalypses. The angels watched over you. You went against multiple gods and came out alive. There is no one else that could do all that."

"So what, I'm an alpha, but not really?" Y/N cringed as she said that. It sounded ridiculous.

"Something like that." Peter shrugged and got up from his chair with her journal in his hands.

"If you'll need me I'll be in the library." With that, he walked away.

"Okay, hold up. You can't just drop that and walk away! Peter!" Y/N yelled as she watched his back disappear up the stairs. 

"You son of a bitch." She let out a sigh and put her empty cup in the sink. Her phone buzzed at the same time. She quickly picked it up and looked at the new text. 'There are at least 4 cases where bodies were missing hearts' was all it said. 

"Shit." She let out as she grabbed all of her stuff and ran out of the door. 

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Pairing: Malia X Reader (gender not specified)

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: Fluff, crack fic

Author's Note: I actually wrote the original draft of this fic on Shelley Hennig's birthday!

Summary: after finding out she's never had a birthday party that she can remember, you and the rest of the pack throw Malia a surprise party, however things don't go as planned...

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43 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

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In the past, the dull clouds would frown. Taught to conceal, always forced to hide. Clenching our fists as the flag came down. Never being able to show our pride.

Today, however, we raise our flag high. Through the rebellion came a different tide. The faded colours clash with that of the sky. Once again, we found our pride.

So, when they ask why I draft myself to war, I say so no child of tomorrow may ever hide. As they please, they may wish upon a star, And know they will forever have their pride.

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[roonyxx]

Injured

(aesthetic missing)

Summary: You hiden an injury from your boyfriend Dean and get in trouble

Warnings: hurt reader, injury, spn wounds, angry Dean, angst, fluff.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Wordcount: 1466

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The hunt was rough, you and the boys had underestimated how big the wolf pack was.

Dean was pissed, the three of you were in danger because you hadn’t noticed there were twelve wolves instead of two…

“How could you not notice Y/n?!” Dean yelled from behind the wheel.

With your hand clasped to your side you looked down. “I’m sorry Dean.”

“You almost got us killed in there!”

You were clenching your teeth against the pain.

Dean looked at Sam next to him, “Sam, how you holding up?”

Sam grunted and gave a tight lipped smile. “I’m okay Dean.”

“I’ll take care of that wound when we get home okay?”

Sam nodded his head, hand grasping his leg tight and you only felt guiltier at seeing Sam in pain.

Dean looked at you through his rear view mirror, his eyes looked angry but turned soft when he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good.” Of course it was not good, but Dean had already enough to worry about.

You pulled your hand away from your side and saw that the blood was seeping through your shirt, “Shit” you muttered to yourself. Closing your eyes ,you leaned your head against the window and cursed softly every time the car turned or hit a hole in the road.

Arriving at the bunker Dean jumped out of the car to help Sam.

With great effort you opened your door and got the bags out of the trunk.

“Y/n could you go get the first aid kit and meet me in the kitchen?”

“Yeah.” Carrying the bags to the rooms you passed the bathroom and took the first aid kit.

You could hear Sam grunting as you walked to the kitchen.

You gave the kit to Dean. “You’re sure you’re okay right baby?”

“Yes Dean I’m okay, do you need help?”

“No I can handle it.”

“Okay baby, I’m gonna take a shower.”

He hummed a yes and you went to the bathroom.

Once inside with the door locked you let out a big breath.

Taking off your vest and pants, you started tugging at your shirt, it stuck to the wound and you hissed as you pulled it over your head.

“Shit…” Three wide gashes covered your left side, you took some tissues and wiped away most of the dirt. Getting under the shower you leaned to the side so the water could reach your wound, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the tears at bay.

The water turned red as it streamed down your left leg. You cleaned it as best as you could, quickly washed your hair and got out of the shower. With the towel pressed tightly against your side you opened the cupboards looking for another first aid kit. You found some gauze and bandage, you wrapped yourself and would disinfect as soon as Sam was all cleaned up.

Pulling on one of Dean’s shirts over your head and some leggings you made your way back to the kitchen.

You entered the kitchen and wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck, kissing the side of his face.

“Sammy alright?”

“Yeah I helped him to bed, he will be fine. Tomorrow when we go to the store we have to buy disinfectant, we’re out.”

Shit…

“Oh okay, yeah I’ll put it on the list.���

You rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for being angry at you baby…”

“It’s okay Dean you were right I brought us in danger.”

He turned around so he could look at you, pecking your lips. “It’s my fault, I should have noticed we were dealing with a bigger pack.”

“It’s okay, we all survived, we’re good.”

With a half-smile he stood up. “Let’s go to bed huh?”

“Yes.”

He took your hand and guided you to your shared room.

You crawled in bed and hissed at the movement, Dean was brushing his teeth so he didn’t hear you. You were laying on your right side, trying not to move too much.

Dean crawled in behind you, putting his arm around your middle he pulled you closer to him. You wanted to scream at how much it hurt.

He started kissing your neck and his hand was wandering south, you felt him hardening against you.

“Dean?”

He hummed against your skin and you pulled his hand away. He frowned and sat up more so he could look at you.

“What is it baby?”

“I’m just not in the mood, I’m tired Dean…”

He looked like you kicked his puppy…

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laid back down and pulled completely away from you. You missed his body heat the second he retreated.

“Night Dean.”

“Yeah… night Y/n”

The sound of rejection clear in his voice. It hurt more than the wound on your side, but you didn’t want to worry him more.

—–

You were sweating and the bandage was itching like crazy, you were rubbing it over the wound not caring that it hurt, you just had to get rid of this unbearable itch.

Crying at the pain and not being able to sleep had you tossing and turning.

“Baby? What are you doing?”

“I-I’m fine just a bad dream baby, sorry for waking you.”

You were laying on your back now and Dean put his hand on your chest and you gripped it tight, focusing on the feeling of him and not on the itch and the pain.

He dozed off again but sleep wouldn’t come for you…

You just laid there listening to the soft snores of the man you loved, not daring to interrupt his peaceful slumber, Dean was not an easy sleeper, so you respected every hour he got.

Morning finally arrived after what felt like forever. You could hear Dean was about to wake up so you gave him a kiss and got up too pee.

Turning on the light in the bathroom you stopped in your tracks when you noticed your hands… covered in blood.

“What… shit!”

Tugging off the shirt and the bandage you could see the blood running down your side. “Shit shit shit shit.”

The door slammed open that exact moment, a worried and panting Dean Winchester standing in the doorframe.

“Y/n?!”

He looked at you, and saw your wound. He came closer his hand gently covering your wound, guiding you down to the floor to sit, because you looked awfully pale.

“Y/n baby? What happened was this because of the hunt? W-why didn’t you tell me!”

“I… Sam was hurt and you already have your hands full I didn’t want to bother you…”

“God damnit! Y/n my hands are never too full for you, is this why you were tossing and turning all night?”

“Y-eah, it hurts Dean, it’s itchy..”

He pulls his hand away, the flesh around the wound an angry red colour. “It’s infected and needs to be stitched, damnit Y/n! Why don’t you let me take care of you!”

Tears were forming in your eyes. “I’m s-sorry.”

“SAM!”

Sam came running in, shocked by the amount of blood you were both covered in.

Darkness was teasing at the edges of your vision, waiting to claim you.

“Dean, I’m tired…”

He lightly slapped your face, “No no baby stay awake, come on stay awake for me.”

He turns to face Sam, “Call Cas now!”

“I called he is o-“

A gruff voice came from behind Sam, “I’m here.” He pushed Sam to the side as he made his way over to you.

“Y/n baby, wake up please, Y/N!! Cas do something!”

Cas bend down and put his hand on your forehead, the warmth of his grace cascading over your body, washing away all the pain.

Your eyes fluttered open and above you was Dean, crying.

He hugged you tight as he could see the spark back in your eyes. “Fuck Y/n I thought I lost you…”

“I-I’m sorry Dean, I didn’t realize it was this bad.”

“Don’t ever do that again.”

“I’m sorry.”

Dean picked you up and tried to cover as much of your chest as he could and put you in the tub to wash away the blood on your skin.

“Thank you Cas.” You said with a smile. He nodded and left the bathroom together with Sam to give you and Dean some privacy.

Dean pulled off your pants and took off his own clothes.

He opened the tap and sat behind you in the tub, “When I saw the blood on the bed, I feared someone took you…”

You leaned back against his chest, “I’m so sorry baby, but I’m okay now, were okay.”

He kissed you neck as he started to wash your skin.

“I love you Y/N”

You turned your head so you could kiss him. “I love you too Dean.”

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Imagine...Adopted by the Alpha Wolf

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Child!Reader (Human!reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, spn level gore, scary moments, language, nightmares, fluff.

Summary: A wolf pack kills the reader’s family and village residents. While trying to escape the rival pack, another wolf intervenes. But it turns out, it’s an alpha of another wolf pack. And he’s there to rescue her.

a/n: This was actually totally inspired by a YouTube video of the same name, Adopted by the Alpha Wolf by Aphmau. I just twisted things around, changed things up entirely to fit my Dean x Reader thing that I do. And this happened. Hope you enjoy! :)

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It was a snowy night, but the fresh snow is coated in fresh blood in her village.

The ravenous growls of wolves surround her. Filling her heart with pure fear.

She already witnessed two wolves tearing her mom apart, and her dad tried his best to fend them off, but a massive wolf tore his head off.

The little girl ran out of the house and village, tears blurring her vision, but she just need to get away.

“After the small human!” she heard a growl behind her echo.

She climbed the snowy mountain sides to try to give them a slip.

“Did they stop?” she panted asking herself. She turned to see if the wolves were still chasing her.

A wolf climbing the rocky side of the mountain told her they are still on her tail.

Screaming, she runs away.

“Somebody!” she screams. “Help me!”

She reached the top of the mountain, only to reach a cliff.

She turns to see if she can run around them. But they had her cornered.

She was looking at a 40-foot drop from the cliff top where she stood. And looking at four ravenous wolves, snarling and growling at her hungrily.

She cowers, curling into a ball, bringing her knees to her chest and her hands to her face. She cries for her mom and dad to save her.

She felt the earth shake somewhat below her. She looks up. Finding a black wolf fighting the other wolves.

Tearing at their necks and throats, throwing them off of the mountain top. She stared on in horror.

“I’m so dead.” She whispers as fresh tears fall again.

But the wolf slowly shrinks, morphing into a man.

“He’s a human?”

“What are you doing out here on your own?” he asked. His voice low and rough.

“He’s…He’s…he’s a human.” She stutters before fainting.

“Hey, hey!” he rushes to her side. “Wake up!”

 She heard sniffing in her ear. Snickers and lip licking.

She began waking up and seen a few people surrounding her.

Jolting up to her feet, she runs to a nearby table hiding under the table.

“Oh, we get to play with our food, huh.” One of the people said.

She pulled the chairs near her, having them pulled in close.

The people circled the table.

“Everybody, dig in.” the person said.

The people morphed into wolves.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, a blood curdling scream.

Before they could make a move, the man that saved her rushed in, in his wolf form. Letting out a loud and intimidating growl.

The wolves backed off with their ears down and tails between their legs.

They seemed to be arguing amongst themselves, growling, and snarling at each other. The big black wolf not backing down defending the little girl.

They then began morphing back to their human forms. Still wearing whatever clothes, they were wearing.

The man then turned toward the little girl who was still hiding behind the chair.

“Come out sweetheart, you’re safe now.” He says, kneeling down to her level.

She came out, timid and looking like she’ll jump at the slightest movement.

“What’s your name?” the man asked.

“Y/N.” She said in a soft voice.

“I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam. And that’s Charlie, Jack, and Kevin.” Dean said pointing to each person in the room.

She waved at them shyly. “Hi.”

“Hi, sorry about that. Little miscommunication there.” Sam says.

“Yeah, he just drops you off saying he’ll be right back, nothing else.” Charlie says.

“I said no touchy!” Dean raises his voice to her.

“You’re wolves but you’re humans?” Y/N asks.

“Yeah, it’s…I wouldn’t say we’re werewolves, but in a way we are. We morph from wolf to human but it’s more like the four-legged wolf rather than a humanoid wolf man.” Dean explains.

“But back to it, why were you in the woods alone?” Dean asked. “Where’s your family?”

“My village was slaughtered by wolves. My mom and dad are dead. I managed to escape.” she explained.

“That explains why those wolves were after you then.” Dean says.

“Dean, what are we up against?” Sam asked.

“It’s probably Crowley again. He’s an alpha too but he’s gone feral.” Dean says.

“Us against him, that’s suicide. Especially if he has a massive pack.” Kevin says.

“I’m sure we can handle it.” Jack adds.

“What makes you say that?” Charlie asks. “The both of you are betas and I’m the only Omega all while Sam and Dean are our only alphas of this pack.”

“So…what’s a beta and an omega?” y/n asks.

“The betas are, realistically enough the second in command to an alpha. If the alpha isn’t here, then we are next in the chain of command. The omegas are the bottom. They’re more or less the babysitters of the pups in the pack.” Jack explained.

“But if there’s two alpha’s who’s the leader of the pack?” Y/n asks.

“I am, I’m the oldest. If I’m not here, it’d be Sam. But if he’s not here either, then it goes to either Jack or Kevin.” Dean explains.

“But I don’t follow that bullshit rule with omega’s, they’re as much of an essential to the pack as anyone else.” Dean adds.

“What does bullshit mean?” y/n asks.

“Um…” his cheeks heated up as the child repeated his words. “It’s…a bad word and you shouldn’t repeat it.” Dean says finally.

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, once you’re older you can say whatever you want. Just don’t repeat what the grown-ups say.”

“Okay.” She said happily.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up and off to your new bed. We’ll adopt you into our pack.” Dean says.

“Dean, are you sure? She’s human.”

“So are we when we’re in this form. Sam, she has nowhere to go. And Crowley is probably after her. She’s safe here.” Dean explains. “Now. She may be human, she’s not for eating. No human ever is. I never what to see that again. Is that clear?” he says sternly.

“Yes sir.” They said in unison.

 She woke up in a cold sweat, tears dried to her cheeks. It was still late. But she was too scared to go back asleep.

Remembering the nights events, she walked out of her room into the bunker’s long hallways.

Dean had shown her where everyone’s rooms were. So, she made her way to his room.

She saw his sleeping form in his dark room, his door cracked open.

She sniffled as she entered. The sound waking Dean up.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” he asks groggily.

“Bad dream.” She said, sobs began to shake through her little body again.

Without hesitation Dean picked her up, and laid her down next to him holding her close.

“Shh, I got you sweetheart. Nothing’s gonna hurt you. Not while I’m here.” He whispers in her ear.

Feeling protected and safe in his arms, she felt herself calm down and lull off to sleep.

“Thank you…daddy.” She says sleepily.

Dean smiled, kissing atop her forehead.

“You’re welcome sweetheart. Welcome to the pack. Now, get some sleep.” He whispers. Pulling the covers over them, letting sleep take him while he held her protectively in his arms. She clung onto him like a big teddy bear, afraid she’d lose him. But slept the night away, no nightmares but dreams of possibilities.

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Dean Girls:

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

♡ Moodboard Masterlist ♡

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Stranger Things:

Trans!Fem Mike wheeler

Lovercore byler moodboard

Lumax blue aesthetic moodboard

Lumax moodboard

Madwheeler moodboard

Stancy moodboard

Little Mike moodboard

Little Steve moodboard

Little Eddie moodboard

Little Max moodboard

Elmax - california dreamin’

Mileven - all in vain

Stancy - loving in silence

Little Nancy Wheeler moodboard

Criminal Minds:

Little!Jj moodboard

Jj x Derek moodboard

Remade little Jj moodboard

Caregiver Hotch moodboard

Caregiver Spencer moodboard

Caregiver Garcia moodboard

Caregiver Emily moodboard

Caregiver Jj moodboard

Caregiver Derek moodboard

Little Jj x Caregiver Emily x Caregiver Hotch moodboard

Little Garcia moodboard

Little Jj x Caregiver hotchniss

Teenage Regressor Jj moodboard

Little Jj moodboard - day 1 of fictionalagerechallange

Caregiver Jj x Caregiver Elle moodboard

S.W.A.T:

Little Tan moodboard

Hondo x Deacon moodboard

Little Street & Caregiver Tan moodboard

Marvel:

Caregiver Steve Rogers moodboard

Little Tony Stark moodboard

Little Kate Bishop moodboard

Supernatural:

Caregiver Dean Winchester

Caregiver Dean & Little Sam moodboard

Flip Dean & Flip Meg moodboard - for spn agere week day 1, nightmare prompt

Caregiver Dean & Little Sam moodboard - for spn agere week day 2, long car ride prompt

Caregiver Jessica x Little Sam moodboard - for spn agere week day 5, a day trip prompt

Caregiver Charlie & Little Jo moodboard - for spn agere week day 6, birthday party prompt

Caregiver Dean & Little Sam moodboard - for spn agere week day 7, “date night” prompt

Teen Wolf:

Caregiver Scott x Little Isaac

Little Scott moodboard

Baby Regressor Stiles moodboard

McCall Pack classification headcanons + moodboards

Hale Pack classification headcanons + moodboards

Puppy Pack classification headcanons + moodboards

Sitter/Sibby Theo Raeken moodboard - day 4 of fictionalagerechallange

Caregiver Peter Hale moodboard - day 7 of fictionalagerechallange

Little Stiles & Caregiver Melissa moodboard

Middle Regressor Theo Raeken moodboard

Euphoria:

Little Jules Vaughn moodboard

Flip Lexi Howard moodboard

Caregiver Elliot moodboard

FNAF:

Little Vanessa x Caregiver Mike moodboard - day 3 of fictionalagerechallange

Schmidt household moodboard - day 10 of fictionalagerechallange

The Resident:

Little Conrad Hawkins moodboard

School Bus Graveyard:

Little Ashlyn Banner moodboard - day 8 of fictionalagerechallange

Caregiver Aiden Clark moodboard - day 9 of fictionalagerechallange

Outer Banks:

Little Sarah Cameron moodboard

Little Jj Maybank moodboard

Kiddo Jj Maybank moodboard

Heartbreak High:

Flip Quinni Gallagher Jones moodboard

Caregiver Malakai Mitchell moodboard - day 2 of fictionalagerechallange

Flip Amerie Wadia moodboard - day 5 of fictionalagerechallange

Little Spencer ‘Spider’ White moodboard - day 6 of fictionalagerechallange

Little Ant Vaughn x Caregiver Spider White moodboard

Little Spencer ‘Spider’ White moodboard

Caregiver Ca$h Piggott moodboard

Caregiver Quinni Gallagher Jones moodboard

The Umbrella Academy:

Caregiver Klaus Hargreeves moodboard

Caregiver Allison Hargreeves moodboard

Caregiver Diego Hargreeves moodboard

Little Diego Hargreeves moodboard

Little Five Hargreeves & Caregiver Lila Pitts moodboard

Little Viktor Hargreeves moodboard [teenage regressor]

Little Five Hargreeves moodboard [teenage regressor]

Little Allison Hargreeves moodboard [teenage regressor]

Teen Regressors Viktor, Allison, Five moodboard

Little Five Hargeeeves moodboard

Pre-Canon Teen Regressor Viktor & Lila moodboard

Teen Regressor Viktor Hargreeves moodboard

Caregiver Sloane Hargreeves moodboard

Heartstopper:

Little Imogen Heaney moodboard

Little Imogen Heaney & Caregiver Nick Nelson moodboard

Miscellaneous:

personal agere moodboard

personal agere moodboard .2

Halloween Themed Little Collin Gray moodboard (jennifer’s body)

[kippykasey]

Revelations - Chapter 4: Magic Bullet

Teen Wolf x SPN AU crossover

Word Count: 4454

The Smith family just wanted normal, yet the new semester is bringing a new student, secrets in the woods, and secrets even in their own home?

Revelations Masterlist | Masterlist

(This chapter mentions blood and vomit)

James was on his way home from a late shift at the hospital. He had to stay after to fill out some paperwork for the last ride they had minutes before his shift ended. It was near 2 in the morning and he heard the unmistakable popping that could only come from a gun. His foot pressed harder onto the accelerator pedal. The dash he made from his vehicle to the bedroom was nearly as fast as his younger days. His hand gripped the shoulder of his husband who he shakes gently to wake.

“Dean, they’re hunting.” James says seriously as soon as the sleepy green eyes landed on him. All signs of sleep vanished by the simple statement and Dean was up out of bed. “Son of a bitch.” 

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Stevie was at her brother’s locker exchanging books since she still wasn’t going near the locker near Jackson and her ex. Looking down the hall towards Isaac she gave him a wave before someone nudged her shoulder from the other side. Stevie turned away from her boyfriend (still strange for her to call them that) to see Allison there. “Morning.”

“Yeah, you know cars right?” Allison asked, her focus was clearly not on casual conversation. Stevie nods her head, closing the locker door and making sure it was locked. “Yeah, I work at my dad’s garage. Why is something going on with your car?”

“No it's just.. My dad left in the middle of the night to get my aunt. He said she had a flat tire but when I talked to her before school she said she just needed a jump.” Allison explained as the two girls started to walk to class together. Stevie looked over at her friend, it was clear that it was something that bothered her so she just smiled. “It could have been both. Her battery could have died while she waited for your dad to come. It happens with weak batteries. You might want to suggest she get a new one soon.” Stevie watched as her brother followed Scott and Stiles into class talking. She would get the details from them later. 

Mick was hopeful that the test results they were getting back today were good. He was sitting next to Scott with Stiles behind the werewolf. He could hear Stiles’ questioning Scott more about the Alpha and things that Derek recently told him about. What really caught his attention was Scott going to study with Allison. 

“Hehe yeah, that’s our boy.” Stiles kicked the back leg of Mick’s desk chair to get his attention. Mick chuckled looking between the other two. Scott shook his head glancing between his two friends, “We’re just studying.”

“Uh. No, you’re not.” Stiles looked baffled by the idea.

“I’m not?”

“Not if we’re forced to live vicariously through you.” Stiles leans forward gesturing between himself and Mick. “If you got to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to god I’ll have you de-balled.” Stiles pushed making Mick look slightly confused. 

“Okay, just.. Stop with the questions man.”

“Done. No more questions.” Stiles nods as Mick looks down at the ‘B+’ grade he got on his test. “No more talk about the alpha or Derek, especially Derek… who still scared me.”  

“Uh, you guys do know that I have been studying with a girl during my free period right?” Mick muttered after the two went silent. His friends quickly looked over with shocked faces. “That’s where you went?” Stiles leaned over looking to get more details. Mick just nods his head with a bashful smile sliding onto his face. “Yeah. She, uh, she’s a sweet girl.” Mick gave them a bit of an explanation before they had to focus on the lesson.

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It was between classes, the halls were packed with students stopping at lockers, making conversation, uncaringly bumping into each other as they passed on the way to class. The halls started to clear out, Stevie was one of the few still in the hall. She was at Stiles’ locker grabbing the extra hoodie he kept in there since she was cold when she noticed something down the hall. Was that Derek Hale?

Stevie’s arm was grabbed and she was dragged away from the locker, the door slamming closed behind her. She looked in front of her to see her brother. “Mick?” The male twin turned his head. “I need the car keys and I need you to cover with Stiles for me so I can go on a coffee date with Erica.” Stevie gasped and hit her twin with the hooding. “Yes! Of course. I mean go for it.” Stevie recollected herself from her excitement for her brother. 

Stevie handed over the car keys before the bell rang. Stevie hurried up to catch up with the guys to start the cover act for her brother. Stiles was ahead of her backpack slung over his right shoulder. “Stiles! Wait up!” She called ahead. The teen looked back seeing the blonde rushing to catch up. He reached his left arm back to wrap around her shoulders. “How was hell today, Stevie?” He questions as we walk towards his jeep. “Oh you know. Torture. Hey, pa called Mick to help him with some house work so can I chill with you?” 

“Yeah. Of course.” Stiles opened the door for me to get in. He went around to get in on the driver’s side. At the same time the two teens threw their bags into the back causing them to bump their heads against each other. Stiles pulled out of the parking spot and began to drive away when Derek Hale walked in front of the jeep. Stiles stepped on the break causing the brakes to squeak at the sudden stop to prevent hitting the man. Stevie had held her arms out in front of her pressing on the dash to keep from hitting it. “Derek?”

“Oh my god.” 

Car horns began to beep at the roadblock. Stevie’s eyebrows knit together as she took in how pale and sickly Derek looked. “He doesn’t look so good, Michi.” She muttered hopping out of the jeep. 

“You got to be kidding me this guys having–” Stiles muttered as Derek collapsed in front of the jeep while other people laid on their horns to get the jeep to move. People were beginning to look. Scott ran up to the jeep his arms held out in confusion. 

Stevie moved to Derek, holding his head up from hitting the ground. “What the hell?” She heard Scott ask. Derek pushed himself up into a sitting position and both Scott and Stiles moved over to him. “What are you doing here?” Scott asked the older man. 

“I was shot.” Derek wheesed out looking deathly.

“He’s not looking so good, dude.” Stiles comments looking over Derek.

“Why aren’t you healing?” Scott questioned in a rush.

“I can’t. It was.. It was a different kind of bullet.” Derek was having a hard time talking. 

“Silver?” Stevie thought right away. Derek scoffed looking at her, “Don’t be stupid.” She held her arms up in surrender. 

“Wait. Wait. That’s what she meant when you had 48 hours.” Stevie looked over at Scott just as confused as Derek. “Who.. who said 48 hours?”

“The one that shot you.”

Derek groaned as a jolt of pain seemed to go through his body. His brown eyes even flashed an unnerving, glowing blue. It reminded the three teens about where they were and the cars that were honking still. 

“What are you doing? Stop that!” Scott muttered, worried someone will see.

“That’s what I’m trying to say. I can’t!”

“We need to get him out of here, Scott. People are starting to look.” Stevie warned in a low sing-song tone as she glanced around. Scott glanced around again before looking at the older man. “Derek, you need to get up.” Derek shook but otherwise he didn’t move. “Let’s get him in your car.” Scott told Stiles as he started to lift the larger male off the ground. Stevie rushed to open the passenger side door for Scott to put Derek in. Stiles helped Stevie climb in through the driver’s side as he looked around. 

Derek tasked Scott with finding out what bullet was used against him. Scott looked towards Stevie and Stiles. “Get him out of here.” Stiles shifted the jeep into drive as he muttered an ‘I hate you’ to Scott before driving away from the school.

Stiles kept glancing over at the injured werewolf as he drove around Beacon Hills. It had been around an hour since they left the school and things seemed to be getting way worse for Derek. The teen driver sighed and pulled his phone out, going to text Scott when the girl behind him slapped his shoulder. “Don’t text and drive! Give me.” Stevie leaned forward, snatching the phone from his hands. “What were you going to say?”

“Just ask him if he found it yet.” Stiles instructs glancing in the rearview mirror as she typed out the text to send to their friend. His eyes glanced over to Derek who was taking off the leather jacket. “He needs more time.” Stevie tells Stiles, making him bang his palm against the steering wheel in frustration.

“Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?” Stiles instructs Derek. Stevie carefully hit the back of her friend’s head. “He can’t control that, Stiles!” Stiles rolls his eyes and focused back on the road. “We’re almost there.”

“Almost where?” Derek mumbled.

“Your house.” Stiles answered with a sigh.

“Stiles! We can’t take him there! If hunters are after him that’s the first place they’ll go!” Stevie objects receiving a slight nod in agreement from Derek. Stiles groaned at them and pulled over to the side of the road parking.

Stiles turns in his seat to face Derek. “What happens if Scott doesn’t find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?” Stevie frowns looking between the two males.

“Not yet.” Derek was breathing heavily, clearly struggling from the effects of the bullet. “I have a last resort.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles shook his head. “What last resort?” Derek grabbed the blood soaked sleeve of his shirt revealing the gunshot wound. “Oh, my god. What is that?”

“You didn’t wrap it!” Stevie shouted leaning forward about to put her hand over the wound when Stiles grabbed her wrist to stop her from touching it. “Don’t touch it, Stevie! What if it’s contagious? He should probably just get out.

“Start the car. Now.” Derek ordered.

“I don’t think you should be barking orders, okay?” Stiles tried to take control and Stevie wanted to laugh at the pun but she was too busy thinking about what they could do. “In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.”

Derek deadpanned looking over his shoulder as if asking Stevie ‘is he serious?’ before looking Stiles in the eye. “Start the car, or I’m gonna rip your throat out, in front of your girlfriend, with my teeth.”

Stiles starts the jeep back up at the same time Stevie muttere, “Not his girlfriend.”

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You run into many different people in the grocery store. When Dean ran into a young woman he didn’t think much of it until he looked up to apologize and came face to face with a woman he hadn’t seen in a few years. “Well, well, you’re still hanging around are you? How’s your little pup ready for tag?” The female smirked, leaning against her shopping cart.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Excuse me.” Dean’s usually deep voice dropped another octave and he quickened his pace to get away from the woman. He checked out, not grabbing everything on the list. Walking to the truck he loaded and drove home faster than he should have. Entering the garage he walked over to the black Impala parked inside. Unlocking the trunk he opened it revealing an array of weapons nestled into foam padding to keep them from moving. He pulled his favorite handgun out and loaded it up. He grabbed the holderter and placed the gun into a familiar comfortable position along his back hidden by his flannel. Dialing a number on his cell he made a call. “Hey Sammy.”

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Stiles and Stevie switched spots once the sun went down. Now Stevie was the one driving around. “Shit, my pops is calling what do I do?” Stevie panicked slightly. “Uh… uh.. Tell Dean… tell Dean that we’re studying!” Stiles tried to think of a lie quickly. Stevie scoffed at his suggestion as she answered the phone. Before she could say anything the phone was pulled out of her hand by Derek,

“Stevie?” Dean’s rough voice came through the phone loud enough all three heard it.

“No, sorry Dean.” Derek spoke, trying to keep his voice as clear as possible. “Derek?” Stiles looked confused as to how his friends’ father knew who Derek Hale was. “Yeah. Stevie is with me.”

“Derek, I ran into–”

“I did too. I’m just letting her drive my car. Then dropping her off as the Stilinski’s.” Derek replies smoothly, gritting his teeth.

“Good. If anything happens you come to our house, got it?”

“Don’t worry. It’s fine.” Derek began to slur at the same time that Stiles took the phone and ended the call. “What the hell was that about?” 

“Um Stiles, now isn’t the time. He’s not looking so good.”

Stiles quickly tried to call Scott. Scott got suckered into a dinner with the Argents and Stiles was just fed up with the whole thing. Stiles ended the call finally and turned towards the girl in the driver’s seat. “Animal Clinic. Key is in the box behind the dumpster.”

Stevie began driving towards the clinic. Parking the jeep she ran to get the key while Stiles struggled to help Derek out of the jeep. Together they helped Derek inside. Stiles' phone beeped in his pocket as Derek leaned against the wall, sitting on some dog food bags.

“Does ‘northern blue monkshood’ mean anything to you?” Stiles reads from the text.

“It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.” 

“Why?”

“Cause I’m gonna die without it.” Derek looked up at Stiles ignoring the fact that Stevie was using the sleeve of Stiles’ hood to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Come on, Stiles, help me get him into the exam room.” Stevie instructs trying to pull the older male backup to move him. Stiles helped until the door was opened, then he flicked the lights on. Stevie stumbled as Derek also stumbled forward pulling the shirt off of him in the process. The man caught himself on the metal table. Stevie looked right at his arm where the wound was still producing blood and was surrounded buy darkened veins that looked sickly. 

“You know, that really doesn’t look like anything.” Stiles commented, looking a bit paler than usual.

“Stilinski, shut up.” Stevie tells him as she begins to rummage through the cabinets around them for items. Not finding what she wants she groans and grabs a plastic glove from the box on the wall. 

“If the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.” Derek huffed.

“Positivity just isn’t in your vocab is it?” Stiles questions watching as Derek moved away from Stevie who was reaching for his arm and now going through the cabinets and drawers like she had just been.

“Would you stay?” She hisses, ignoring the irony of the request.

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time… last resort.” Derek looked at the pill bottles in a drawer long enough that Stevie was able to quickly tie a tourniquet using the glove around Derek’s bicep. 

“Which is?”

Derek then picked up an electric bone saw. “You’re gonna cut off my arm.

Instantly Stiles looked like he wanted to throw up or maybe even faint at the idea of cutting a man’s arm off. Derek practically had to force the saw into Stiles’ hand. Stiles looked at the instrument, testing the power making it come to life and buzz as the blade moved. Stiles paled even more. 

“Oh, my god.” Sties dropped the saw onto the table and moved away. Stevie rolled her eyes and grabbed the saw. “Oh you big baby, I’ll do it.”  She definitely didn’t want to have to cut Derek’s arm off either and would probably get sick after but it had to be done right? Besides she could make it as clean of a cut as possible right? Her hand shook as she picked the saw up and moved into position to grab Derek’s wrist so she had something to hold onto.

“This is insane! Stevie, are you seriously going to do that? What if he bleeds to death?” Stiles' panicked questions flowed out of his mouth like word vomit.

“It’ll heal if it works.” Derek grits out.

“I don’t know if I can–” Stiles swallows thickly looking a bit green as he watches Stevie rub some kind of cleaning pad over the atrea she was planning to cut. 

“You’re not doing anything but watching. She’s doing the work. Eye for an eye I guess.” Derek mutters the last part confusing both Stiles and Stevie.

“Th-the blood. There is going to be so much blood.” Stiles got squeaky as he panicked.

“Faint at the sight of blood?” Derek looked at him incredulously.

“No but I am of a chopped-off arm!”

“Stiles, dude, we saw a wolf and a woman cut in half. Sorry Derek.” Stevie reminded, the reminder also helped her feel just the smallest bit better about what they were going to do if Scott didn’t arrive soon.

“How about this? Either you shut up and let the girl cut off my arm or I’ll cut off your head.” Derek threatens but it wasn’t nearly as scary as it usually would be due to the effects of the wolfsbane bullet.

“I am so not buying your threats any–” Stiles begins before Derek pulls him by the collar of his shirt, access the table. “Nevermind. Stevie can do it. I’ll shut up.”

Derek began to like wheeze or something. He turned away from the two minors before vomiting a blackish looking, maybe even old blood, liquid onto the floor. “Oh god, what the hell is that?” Stiles sounded like he was whimpering as he looked at the puddle. 

Stevie’s nose scrunched up in mild disgust. “That dear Stilinski is Derek’s body dying. From the inside out.”

“Not exactly. My body is trying to heal itself.” Derek huffed and puffed still bent over.

“It’s not doing a very good job of it.” Stiles comments without speaking.

“Now. We got to do it now.” Derek says looking behind him to Stevie who just mutely nods her head. Stiles scutters away from the table as Derek shouts as Stevie who was hesitating to “Just do it!” 

Stevie bit her lip and turned the saw on and began to lower it towards Derek’s arm. “Oh god here we go, I can’t watch.” Stiles muttered from across from them as the blade lowered with in a centimeter from the arm.

“Stiles! Stevie!” Scott called from out in the hall.

“He’s here! Scott’s here!” Stiles cheered. 

Scott entered the room and looked at the girl who held the saw over Derek’s arm. Stevie quickly turned the saw off and took a deep breath of relief. “Oh thank the heavens.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott shouts walking over and pulling the saw away from his female friend. 

“You were taking too long! He’s dying!” Stevie shouts her body, mainly her hands, begin to tremble from the high stress. 

“You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares my friend.” Stiles comments as he pulls Stevie around the table and into his arms.

Scott fished the bullet out of his pocket and handed it to Derek. Stiles kept an arm around Stevie who was clutching onto his shirt to hide her trembling as they watched Derek. “What are you gonna do with it?”

Derek didn’t get the chance to answer, although he tried, before the bullet slipped through his fingers in his weakened state and he collapsed to the floor. Scott scrambled after the fallen bullet while Stiles rushed to Derek. Stiles lightly slaps Derek’s face trying to wake him but it wasn’t working as Scott was having trouble retrieving the fallen bullet.

“What are we going to do? What are we going to do?” Stiles breathes heavier as he panics. “I don’t know!” Scott answers. “I can’t reach it.” Stevie slipped the hoodie off and moved over to Scott. She may be trembling with the effects of the anxiety coming from the events going on but she was still the smallest.

“Let me try Scott.” Scott moved, letting Stevie in with a quick notice that it fell into the drain. She huffs and moves her arm as far under the counter as it can go, her hand brushed over the grate. She bit her lip as she reached down hoping nothing would touch her hand besides the metal. 

“I think he’s dying! I think he’s dead!” Stiles panicked more as his eyes got glossy. The noise they were making was alerting the dogs, causing them to bark.

“I touched it.” Stevie informed them as she moved the case into a better position to grab. She leaned back out and looked at Scott. “Nails. Try getting your wolf nails and grabbing it.” She instructs. Scott reached back under and focused on what she wanted him to do. It took a few seconds but he pulled his hand back clutching the bullet.

“We got it!” 

“Please don’t kill me for this.” Stiles muttered before realing his arm back and punching the werewolf square in the jaw. Instantly Stiles shook his hand muttering in pain but it had worked Derek was conscious. 

The two boys helped pick Derek off the ground. Derek cracked the bullet off of the shell spilling the filling onto the table. Using a lighter he lit the small pile burning off the gunpowder that sizzled like a sparkler. Derek pushed the rest of the contents into his hand before applying it directly to the wound. He even dug his finger in to move it around. Stiles pulled Stevie into his side as Derek growled in pain. 

Once again Derek ended up on the ground withering and groaning in pain. Stiles and Scott moved to stand in front of the female as a line of defense unsure of what would happen. Yet besides the discomfort it caused Derek, it was now healing.

“That.. was.. Awesome! Yes!” Stiles exclaimed, causing his two friends to look at him like he had grown another head or something.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked Derek.

“Besides the agonizing pain.” Derek shot back sarcastically making Stevie smile slightly.

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles muttered. 

Stevie moved around the boys to help Derek remove the tourniquet glove from his arm. “Okay we saved your life which means you’re gonna leave us alone, you got that?” Scott says seriously, making Stevie look over at him as she wipes the remaining blood off of Derek’s arm with a cloth. “If you don’t I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad and I’m gonna tell him everything–”

“You’re gonna trust them? You think they can help you?” Derek asked, hiding how offended he was.

“Well why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are.” Scott pulls Stevie away from Derek and to a spot between him and Stiles.

“I can show you exactly how nice they are.” Derek adds.

“What do you mean?” Scott questions, his eyebrows lowering.

“I’ll take you but she,” Derek points at Stevie, “needs to go home.”

Stevie sighs and crosses her arms. “You aren’t safe out at night right now. You need to go home. Talk to Dean.” Derek looked right at her his tone was one she heard quite often from Mick when he was being overprotective of her. 

“Fine. Stiles can take me home and Scott will fill us in later. I still want that chance to drive your car.” She sighs in defeat. 

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Stiles pulled up to the Smith’s and the first thing the two noticed was the black car in the driveway. Stevie’s mouth dropped as she looked at it. Her pops hardly ever pulled his impala out. Even more rarely did he park it in the driveway. “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow.” She muttered as she got out of the jeep. The front door opened revealing Mick standing there waiting. Stevie ran up to the door and Mick waved before Stiles drove off. 

“I have so much to tell you.” Stevie whispers.

“Like why you have blood on your shirt?” Her twin points out. Mick received a nod before he turned her towards the stairs by her shoulders. “Well go change. Pops has been in the garage all night and he wants to talk to you.”

Stevie went upstairs to change before going out to the garage. Dean was sitting on the tailgate of his truck sipping on a beer. “Pops?” She called making him look up at her. His eyes unconsciously drifted to her shoulder that was covered by the shirt she was wearing but he will always have that scar ingrained into his mind. “Hey Nicks. Come here.” She walked over and hopped up next to him on the tailgate. 

Dean was quiet for a while before he let out a heavy sigh. “I trust you, you know that. But I really would prefer it if, just for a while, you stayed home after school. With the animal attacks happening and with what happened when you were a kid. I just.. I want you safe.” He looked over at the teenager next to him. She smiled up at him. 

“How about we compromise? I’ll be home before you get home from the shop?”

“Deal. Only exception is if you are with Derek Hale.”

“Derek Hale? Pop, how do you know Derek?”

“Derek’s family, they helped when you got attacked.” Derek admits.

“Do you know them well?”

“Well enough, do you?” Dean looked at the girl and her eyes shifted away and in that moment he knew. Dean knew that his daughter knew about werewolves. Which meant her whole Scooby gang probably knew too. Beacon might not be as safe as it once was.

Taglist:

@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

[thebigoblin]

WIP Game!

Post a list of your un-started ideas and have your followers ask you about one. Then tell them something about your idea. 

Numbered for simplicity, not in order of priority.

Thank you for the tag @greyhavenisback! Let’s see what other WIPs I have that I have not talked about yet... (also you can see her WIP list here)

Most of these are Sterek. If they’re not/have other prominent ships, I’ll mention that. 

Like a Song (you’re stuck in my head) - road trip, complete au

Agreements - this one is a crossover between Spn and Teen Wolf. Sterek, Destiel, and a hell of a lot of other ships. Have had this idea for a year, but idk if I’ll ever write it soon. Or ever. Idk. But I have it all outlined, 14 chapters and all, in my notebook. 

Bone Crush - alive hale family, married sterek, attempt at humor

Sync - Laura & Stiles friendship and co-workers-ship, complete au

The Argent-Hale Treaty - Sterek & Petopher, attempt at humor, chris & derek's (begrudging) friendship, peter & stiles' actual, genuine friendship

I Follow The Sun - reincarnation sterek fic (i love this trope!)

Prompt: Stiles & Derek leave BH after Monroe stuff

Prompt: 5 + 1 Fic - 5 times Derek showed he loves Stiles and 1 time Stiles showed that he loves Derek

Solace - Thiam, canon compliant till Theo gets out of Hell

Unnamed fic, but the idea is just... fluff + Hale Pack

Okay, I only wanna do 10 because like... I don’t know when I’ll be done with these, and I don’t wanna just tease anyone xD. 

If you want to ask me about any of these, you can ❤

I’m tagging: @deepestbelieverstranger, @ilovepeachystuff, @raisesomehale, @kaistrex, @ash-mcj, @elisela, @steve-x-bucky, @novemberhush and anyone else who wants to join! 

[holylulusworld]

(Were)wolf!Dean Winchester - A/B/O - One-Shots

Masterlist for all (Were)wolf!Dean Winchester A/B/O one-shots

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut // 🔙 prequel

Wild Mind 💔💕 (alternative version to Run Free)

Stormy Weather 💔💕

Lazy Mornings (Dean) 💦💔💕

Clumsy Mate 💔💕

Belong 💦 💕 💔

Sweet home Lawrence 💔💕

Dean divider by me *for my blog use only!*

Fine more Dean Winchester stories here: Dean Winchester Masterlist

[notanettelmao]

Pack Mentality pt. 3

Also on AO3

(TW rewrite)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Words: 1,2k

<&lt;back // next>>

It was late afternoon when Y/N decided to go out into the preserve. She read all about the Hale fire on the internet, there were many articles all saying different stuff. All of them had one thing in common - someone set the fire, it wasn’t an accident. She wanted to know more and there was only so much she could do without breaking into the police station to get the files. 

“I’m going out!” She yelled and before anyone could stop her she was out the door. When she looked back she could see Argent staring at her from one of the windows. She rolled her eyes and started walking towards the Hale house. Well, more like the way she thought the Hale house was, as she didn’t really remember the way.

The walk didn’t take long, only like thirty minutes. When she got closer to the burnt-down house she noticed a police car standing in front of it. Y/N quickly hid behind a bush so the deputy couldn’t see her. She could hear a police dog barking inside the car. It sounded like it was going crazy. Y/N peeked over the bush only to see the deputy almost freaking out while trying to calm down the dog. When she looked a bit higher there were two shining blue dots staring right back at her. Welp, at least he wouldn’t jump out of some dark place inside of the house and try to kill her. The dog continued to bark as the deputy got in the car and drove away. Y/N waited until she couldn’t hear the engine anymore and then walked up to the house. Derek was already standing in the doorway frowning at her. 

“Jesus, you frown more than Cas doe- did.” She looked at the ground for a second and then back at him. 

“What do you want?” Derek asked. Y/N blinked a few times, then she sighed. 

“I was reading some stuff about the fire. And I couldn’t ask my uncle since he was apparently shot by one of the monsters my brothers hid me in this town from. So I thought I could ask you. You know, since you.. well, you’re you.” 

“You mean I’m a Hale?”

“Yup.” Y/N nervously looked around.

“Who’s your uncle? Why would he know stuff about the fire?” Derek frowned even more. Y/N just stared at him wondering if it is possible to frown even more. 

“Bobby. Bobby Singer is my uncle.” Derek made a face and now it was Y/N’s turn to frown.

“Why? Do you know him?” 

“He was a friend of my mom. One of the hunters that was actually kind. I remember seeing him around the house when our emissary couldn’t attend pack meetings or help us with some things.” Derek said. Y/N smiled. 

“Are you telling me Bobby was friends with werewolves? Oh my god, Dean would freak out if he knew! How did that even happen?” Y/N asked, pushing around Derek and making her way inside the house because she was getting tired from just standing there. 

“Do come in I guess,” she heard Derek mumble as he closed the door and followed her into the ruins of the house. 

“Do you live here? Oh, you know what, I don’t wanna know. Tell me how did Bobby befriend your mom.” 

“I don’t.. I don’t wanna talk about my dead mother Y/N.” Derek stared at her. She sighed and nodded.

“Well, my mom is dead too. And my father. My mom was also killed in a fire. But I don’t think yours was connected to a demon, huh,” she made a face at him. Derek raised an eyebrow. 

“A demon set your mom on fire?”

“Well, more like he somehow glued her to the ceiling and then burnt her alive. The same thing happened to Sam and Dean’s mom. The demon that killed their mom wanted revenge for our father following him and trying to kill him. I don’t why I’m telling you this, but since I already started I might as well finish,” Y/N giggled. Derek looked like he would rather be anywhere but there with her. Rude.

“So Azazel, the yellow-eyed demon fed Sammy his blood and made him one of his special children - or something like that, I don’t know, my brothers don’t wanna talk about that around me. He then killed Mary, their mom, and my father’s wife. Father didn’t take that well and pulled Sam and Dean into hunting before they could even properly talk. Anyway, he had a one-night stand with my mom which got her pregnant. Feelings happened, I was born, mom got killed the same way as Mary and I got thrown into the hunting mess before I could walk or talk. Sammy and Dean took care of me, mostly Dean as he was already taking care of Sam. I killed my first monster when I was 8. It was a vengeful spirit. 10/10 would not recommend, I still have the scars.” Y/N looked up from her hands to see Derek staring at her, mouth slightly open, blinking, and trying to process what she just said. 

“Heh, I know it’s a lot.”

That afternoon an unexpected friendship started to form.

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Y/N walked inside a gas station to buy some snacks. Derek was outside filling the gas of his Camaro. Y/N talked to the cashier, paid for her snacks, and then walked outside, just as Argent got out of his red SUV.

“Wow, how mature.” She mumbled as she watched him and a few other hunters circle Derek. One of the men recognized her and nodded her way, telling something to Argent, who then also turned to look at her. 

“Really Y/N? I promised your brothers to keep you safe.” He said, his voice calm.

“Do I look like I can’t keep myself safe?” She asked, but was ignored by all of them. Argent’s attention was back on Derek. Y/N watched Argent threaten him and then smash his window. That made her mad. 

“Hey Chris,” she said as he and the hunters started getting in the cars and drive away. He turned around to look at her. 

“Your windshield looks cracked.” Y/N smiled. Chris frowned and looked at his car, trying to spot the cracks she was talking about. Just as he was about to turn back to her and ask what she was talking about, one of her knives embedded itself into the glass. The other hunters were already gone. It was just her, Derek, and Argent now.

“I see you picked a side then,” Argent said. He reached over to pull out the knife. She walked a few steps towards him and took it back, placing it in its spot inside her back pocket. Without a word she turned on her heel and walked towards Derek. She climbed into the passenger seat of the Camaro and looked at Argent.

“You tell your wife about this and I will tell sheriff Stilinski how the fire actually started.” She grinned at him and then watched as he silently drove away.

“You are going to get yourself killed,” Derek said and then went inside to pay for the gas. Y/N just laughed and took a bite out of her chocolate. This was just the beginning. 

[lovabletomholland]

The Beach House- Chapter 6

Tom Holland Imagine (Tom Holland x Reader)

Word Count: 1,405

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff (that’s it for now, will add to it if needed)

Summary: You know Tom has spoken to Harry but he hasn’t told you anything about it and it is driving you crazy. The whole house finds out about the fact that you and Tom are together. Nikki seems to be very happy about it but you mother does not. Later, something puts a damper on your happiness.

A/N: Finally! Here is Chapter 6. Sorry it took so long, it took me longer than anticipated to get it how I wanted it. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thank you all so much for the support and feedback! It still blows my mind. Hope you all have a lovely day!

Previously - Chapter 5

It's been a few days but you know Tom has talked to Harry. You saw Tom leaving his room later that day. He hasn't told you about it though and it is driving you crazy. You just want to know that Harry is okay, you don't need details (though that would be nice) of what happened. Things have gotten a little better between you and Harry but it's not how it used to be. It's stressing you out. At least things are going good with you and Tom.

There is one thing you have noticed. Tom won’t even hold your hand when Harry is around. That makes you wonder but you just feel like there is no way his problem could possibly be that. The two of you have been best friends for so long, you push that thought out of your head and try to relax. You feel a touch on your arm and open your eyes to see Tom smiling down at you. You were laying down on a chair by the pool. "Hey beautiful." You scoot over a little as he sits down next to you and his hand moves to your cheek, caressing it. You lean into his touch, a smile on your face, "Hello handsome." He leans over and pecks your lips a couple times before straightening back up. "I'll be down at the beach with Harrison and Will if you need me, okay?" He leans back over and kisses your nose. "Okay," you smile, "are you ever going to tell me what was up with Harry?" You can't help but ask. "He will tell you when he is ready," Tom smiles. He pats your leg before he gets up, "See you later." *** You knock on the twin's door a little later that day. You couldn't help yourself. This silence from Harry was driving you nuts. He's always been the one you were closest to while you were here. "Come in," Sam calls out and you push the door open slowly. The boys were in their beds on either side of the room. Sam looks up and smiles at you before he looks at his brother. They share a look and Sam gets up, "Well I'm heading to the beach. Talk to you guys later." He grabs his swimming trunks and towel and then he is gone, the door clicks shut behind him. "Hey," Harry smiles at you. He sits up and closes his laptop. "Look, I'm sorry for how I've been acting," he shrugs, "I was being selfish." "No you haven't. Everyone has a right to go through something. I just wanted to know what it was so I could help you." Harry snorts, "Y/N, this wasn't something you could help me with. Trust me." You sigh, "Will you ever tell me?" You thoughts go back to what you were thinking earlier today but no that simply can’t be it. "Of course. When I am ready, not right now." He smiles, "Don't worry about it, okay?" "We're still friends?" "Always." "Okay." You'll let it go for now because you can tell it's what he needs and if your thought are correct that would simply be the best. *** A few days later things have become almost normal between you and Harry and you are relieved. You missed your movie nights with him. He is like a brother to you, sometimes he gets you better than your own brother. Maybe that's because you're the same age. You've had an amazing day with Tom and now you're watching a movie with Harry. Things feel normal, perfect. You kind of wish you never stopped coming here. Maybe you and Tom would have got together sooner, then again maybe not. You will never know, it's not something you can change so there is no point wondering about what ifs. Besides you enjoyed your summers with your dad anyways. You wouldn't change those for the world.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asks.

“What makes you think I am thinking about something?” you ask him. “I’m watching the movie,” you grin at him.

“I can tell by the look on your face,” Harry chuckles.

“You know me so well,” you shrug. “Just things. Nothing important.”

“Okay.” *** Over the next week you really enjoy yourself. It's the best summer of your life. Hell, not just summer but just the best week of your life. It's been blissful. You can't stop smiling even when your brother teases you. Unfortunately, he caught you and Tom in the middle of a heavy make-out session and haven't left either of you alone about it since. So naturally the whole house found out, not that you were going to keep it from them. Mostly you just wanted to keep it from your annoying older brother. You can't help but catch the approving smiles Nikki has on her face when she sees you and Tom holding hands. Your mom doesn't seem too pleased about it though, you've caught her frowning a few times when she sees you with him. She hasn't said anything about it yet but you know she will soon. You can tell when she is getting antsy and boy was she getting antsy. It seems like that time will be now, you can see her waiting on you as you walk up from the beach hand in hand with Tom. "Do you mind if I talk to my daughter for a second?" She asks Tom with a tight smile on her face. "Yes ma'am, of course." Tom kisses your cheek and then walks to the door. He turns around and gives you a worried look before heading inside. You quietly follow your mom into her room and sit on the bed, waiting for her to speak up. She sighs and sits next to you, "I fear you may be moving a little too fast with Tom. I don't want you to get hurt." "Mom, you've known Tom his whole life. You know he's a good guy. He wouldn't hurt me." "Yes, but no one ever intentionally means to do it. He has a crazy life now. Girls throwing themselves at him everywhere he goes. People wanting to know about every aspect of his life, especially who he's dating. Some fans will be cool with it but some will be very harsh. So again I just don't want to see you hurt." You've already witnessed the harsh side that comes with him having fans, not that you plan on telling her that. "Mom. I can take care of myself. Plus he makes me happy. So very happy," you can't help but smile just thinking about him. A small smile appears on your mom's face, "I know sweetie. God, you've had a crush on him forever. I knew one day he would open his eyes and see you too. I just wish he hadn't become an actor. That changes people." "Mom, you've seen him all summer. He hasn't changed. You know Nikki raised him right." The only change you see is that he is closer to his brothers and tries his best to even include Paddy, who is the youngest. "I know, but I will always worry, okay? So just be careful and that goes with all boys, not just him." You wrap your arms around your mom and hug her tightly, "Of course." You kiss her cheek before leaving the room. When you open Tom's door you see he has his suitcase out on the bed and it looks like he is packing. "Why are you packing?" You ask, confused. You still had a week and three days left here. He gives you a sad smile, "Sorry Y/N. I've been meaning to talk to you about this. It just never seemed to be the right time but I guess now it is. I leave in two days. We start shooting Spider-Man 3 soon." "Oh." That's all you say. That's all you can say. Reality just hit you. Hard. You didn't think that would happen for another week at least. You thought you had that time with him but you don't. He leaves in two days to go back to his crazy life and soon you'll be back in classes. You'll both be busy, how can this ever work? That's just it, it can't and that knowledge has hit you sooner than you would have wanted it to.

Chapter 7

Taglist (please let me know if you want to be added or removed:)

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If your name has a line through it, it means I can’t tag you.    

[winchest09]

The Bunker Party - Debrief

Hey everyone!

Our bunker party was an absolute blast. It was one filled with laughter, smiles and support and it warms my heart to see so many of your faces each time we do this. This party went in many different ways from fanfiction to urban dictionary - to seeing some of the SPN family’s best dance moves. It was a TREAT. 

6 and a half hours we were talking…SIX AND A HALF and again, I loved every single second. It was so nice to see so many gorgeous faces, and I’m so happy that so many of you joined us! The support from you guys for each other, the love in this fandom; I can’t express how much I adore it.

Me and @katehuntington​​​​ love holding these events and we are already planning the next live stream (date to be announced) but it will be in July. 

This is the lowdown for the The Bunker Party! Sorry it’s a little late, I’ve been ill! 

Below you will find:

Everyone who joined - their tags, what’s coming up fic wise and their masterlist.

A Challenge to join 

Blogs who want to help with your writing

Alpha? Beta? Omega?

Want a link breaker?

Fic & blog recs

Announcements

So without further ado… *cracks fingers*

To everyone that joined…

You are the guys that make it the live stream what it is.  So below is a list of everyone who was on the chat last night accompanied by their masterlist and what they have coming up soon! In no particular order…

@katehuntington​​​: Kate is currently working on the next instalment of Ride With Me and All I Want. She’s been teasing us with little ideas that keep popping into her head too...

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@flamencodiva​​​: This babe is currently working on a multitude of things and we are super excited to see them come out. We have her brand new fiction ‘What could have been’ as well as Call of the Ocean and many others! 

Check out her masterlist HERE

@whatareyousearchingfordean​​​: Alex is currently writing the epilogue to her Jensen fiction Et Cetera AND she has decided her next fiction!

Firefighter Dean x OFC Marina. From what we’ve already heard…it sounds amazing! I won’t give away any plot points that we were told just yet but it’s one to be put on your watch list! 

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@superfanficnatural​​​:  This babe is currently working on the next chapters of The Bringer of balance as well as the next chapters of The Choice! Also still thinking about his knight of hell x demon dean fic which just sounds so good.

We’re living for it!

Go and give him some love, his masterlist can be found HERE

@emoryhemsworth​​​: This beaut has broken her lil hiatus and posted the sequel to Because of You. Piece by Piece is amazing and if you haven’t read it yet, i suggest you check it out. She’s also writing her first chapter of her series idea. 

Check our her masterlist HERE:

@malfoysqueen14​​​: This lovely lady is new to the Supernatural fandom and is trying her hand at writing fanfiction! Her first fic “White Flag” is Dean x OFC and it’s going in a very interesting direction! Worth a read!

She hasn’t yet got a masterlist but you can check out White Flag HERE

@waywardbeanie​​: This absolute gem of a woman has JUST posted her very first fanfiction and it’s an absolute DIAMOND. Dean. Letters. Fluff. Smut. It’s gonna tick all them boxes and it’s a must read!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@janicho88​​: This lovely lady has written some lovely stories already and has a few things on her list that are definitely worth a read! 

You can find her masterlist HERE

@soaringeag1e​​: This lovely lady has a lovely full masterlist of things for you to dig your teeth into! There are series, oneshots for Jensen, Dean, Jared, Sam, Misha, Castiel...

You can find her masterlist HERE

@smol-and-grumpy​​: Nat has such a juicy masterlist. We were thrilled she joined us on the chat. From Dear Dean to Light My Fire, you will find series that will make you smile, make you cry and will make you want to cool yourself down because they are that smuttastic. 

You can find her masterlist HERE

@manawhaat​​: This babe joined us for the first time this time and we loved having her! Below you can find her humongous masterlist of goodies for your reading pleasure. Her most recent works being an A/B/O oneshot called “Howl”

You can find her masterlist HERE

@crashdevlin​​: Another lovely new face this time to our chat and we are all enjoyed having you there! This babe is another writer with a very large expanding fic list. If you haven’t read any of her work yet, hop on to it! 

You can find her masterlist HERE

@jensengirl83​​: She is new to the chat this week and new to the spn world of writing. Yet she’s already got a few fics under her belt! Fancy checking them out?

You can find her masterlist HERE 

Me: I’m currently working on two series, Life for Rent and Man’s Best Friend! I also have a couple of Dean series being worked on in the background as well as a couple of oneshots…I have already posted two. One being called Pay Attention and the other called Wet Enough. 

My masterlist can be found HERE:

To the new writers/readers…

Remember guys - we’re all here to love and support you! My inbox is always open if you want to talk fics, want me to look over one etc.

@peaches007​​ @cherry3point14​​ and the few nonnies we had!

We love you, we thank you for reading and we thank you for all the support and love you give us constantly. Thank you for joining the chat and we hope you had an amazing time <3

Go and follow and give them some love!

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Ohhhh yes! 

We have two of them for you too! 

Firstly, the darling @flamencodiva​​​​ is holding a celebration in regards to reaching 1700 followers!

Not only is she hosting a character take over on her blog she’s also posted a writing challenge for all us writers out there! This challenge is still ongoing!

Check it out HERE

Secondly, the wonderful @deanwanddamons​​ & @impala-dreamer​​ are holding a joint challenge. The “I Do Understand That Reference” Challenge. 

Fancy guiding Sam, Dean or Cas through another French Mistake type event? Take a look at the movie list and get yourself signed up!

Check it out HERE

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Alpha? Beta? Omega? 

On this livestream, the topic of A/B/O was brought up and we did discuss it in length and detail about what was involved. Now this may not be a genre for everyone and that is absolutely fine.

However for those that are interested in exploring this genre of fanfiction, we highly recommend you check out @kittenofdoomage​​‘s A/B/O universe HERE.

She’s broke it down and has gone into detail to explain it for those that wish to read and/or write it. 

We hope it helps! 

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She has two posts full already!

Check them out HERE and HERE

Give them a like, a reblog and please THANK HER if you use her work. She’s a good egg <3 

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Fic & blog Recs!

In our live stream, we want to highlight what we’ve been reading and the amazing authors behind the words. So below is a list of all the fics that we recommend for some good ol fic binging!

Fic Recs

That Day Again by @jensengirl83​​

Summary: Dean tries to comfort the reader. 

Happily Ever Eventually by @crashdevlin​​ Summary:  Reader begins working on Supernatural. She makes fast friends with J2 and after months of flirting becomes something more to Jensen, whose wife is not usually the jealous type. When she gets a small part in a MCU anthology, she meets Tom Hiddleston and things get more complicated.

Fool For Love by @crashdevlin​​

Summary:  Y/n is an omega whose world was flipped upside down when she presented late. She was practically a hermit for years, only going out to socialize once a week. When the Winchester brothers walked into her life, it flipped her world again…but not really right-side up.

Stay by @evansrogerskitten​​

Summary:  Dean is the future Alpha of the Winchester pack, a wolf/human hybrid race that has roamed their land since the first howl under the moon. Dean is the ideal Alpha; strong, smart, and brave. There’s just one thing missing in his life - his future Second, the Omega he’s yet to find. Life for Rent by @winchest09​​

Summary:  Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?

Et Cetera by @whatareyousearchingfordean​​

Summary: Jared’s younger sister agreed to help out for a few months when one of Supernatural’s makeup artists takes her maternity leave. Trying to juggle her new job and her burgeoning brand, she turns to Jensen for comfort. Can their relationships survive Jared finding out that his best friend slept with his baby sister? Ride With Me by @katehuntington​​

Summary:  Alternate Universe (AU) in which the reader is a horse rider who goes to a ranch in Arizona, owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. She’s there to gain work experience, but then she meets wrangler Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.

PHEW! I definitely think we have enough fics on here to last us for a few days if not weeks!…don’t you? ;) Please guys don’t forget to give these writers some love when reading their fics, comments, reblogs, asks. It means the world.

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[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

You’re Not a Monster

Dean x Reader

a/n: I’m putting an authors note here because I don’t know how to tag the reader. She’s a werewolf shapeshifter. She shifts into a wolf like in all of my A/B/O fictions I’ve written. Basically it’s Twilight shit that I write my werewolves. XD Don’t mind me.

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Warnings: STRONG ANGST, Language, SPN level gore and blood, scary situations, Fluff end to the rescue.

Summary: Dean discovers something different with the reader and it changes their relationship. Is there anything worth saving after Dean learns the truth.

Word Count: 2,609

Square: Quote A (“How about we put the gun down and let’s talk about this?”) @supernatural-jackles​. SPN Tell me a Story Bingo.

a/n#2: This is not part of the Finding Him storyline.

a/n #3: My dumb ass forgot to credit the creator of this gif, I space out and forget, I’m not dumb...but credit for the gif goes to @supernaturalfreewill​

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“Shit.” She muttered, as she morphed back into her human form to find a very furious looking Dean looking back at her.

They were on a wendigo hunt, when a wendigo almost had a upper hand on Dean, she had morphed into her white wolf form to get out of a tight situation with another wendigo.

Wendigos, though fearless of their prey. But when they are the prey, it’s a whole other ballgame. They began to back off of the hunters. But Dean fired off two flare guns to kill the two wendigos before they got away.

“Dean, I can explain.”

He grabs his colt, loaded with silver bullets. Aiming it at her.

“Dean.” She begged.

“We talked about everything.” He shouted. “Whatever happened to that? When were you gonna tell me about this?”

“Well, how about we put the gun down and let’s talk about this?” she suggested with a shaky voice.

“Talk, now.” He demanded. Ignoring her suggestion. Keeping his gun up and pointed at her.

“Well, my mom was human, and my dad was a werewolf. I don’t know what else to really say.”

“You fucking morphed into a giant ass wolf!”

“I’m not that big honestly.”

“Y/N!”

“Half Breads like me are smaller than the pure breeds. And a certain gene causes the morphing. Most werewolves don’t morph, you just see the fangs and the claws. My kind morph.”

“Now answer the second question.”

She swallowed thickly. Still nervous and scared of the man she’s trusted and loved for years.

“I was never going to mention it to you because I was scared of this. I’m still scared of you finding out somehow some way, and killing me in my sleep.”

For the first time in the night, she saw her flash across the older Winchester’s face.

Faint foot falls can be heard, Sam entered the cave room where they stood. Sam seeing Dean aiming a gun at Y/N.

“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam shouted at the scene.

“She’s a monster, Sam. And she’s lied to us, all this time, she’s lied to us!” he shouted.

“That’s not true, Y/N, tell him.”

“What can I tell him?”

“Dean, do you count how many times she’s had our backs?” Sam asked. “There was that werewolf case in Minnesota when the pack leader cut you up pretty badly. She murdered that son of a bitch and saved your ass. And then there was that witch in Mississippi, the witch turned you into wolf, we couldn’t move you around the city like a normal dog because people knew a wolf from a husky. She managed to find the counter spell, turn you back to human. Then there was that ---”

“I get it Sam, but she could have told me she was part fucking wolf!”

“She had all that time still, all that time to kill us and she didn’t.”

“It doesn’t matter Sammy.” He says, lowering his gun looking at her with disgust. “I can’t trust her.” He says to her.

“Dean please!” she begged tearfully.

“Don’t.” he snapped.

She snapped her jaw shut and she just let her tears fall freely.

“Find your own way back to the bunker, I expect you to be out before morning.”

They stood in the cave room in dead silence despite Y/N’s sniffles from her tears.

“Don’t ever come back.” He warns.

He holsters his gun, and turns to walk out of the cave. Sam couldn’t say anything to Y/N to make her feel better before she silently walked out not far behind his brother.

 One year turned into three, the Winchester’s and Y/N stayed apart but still kept up on hunting. That is until one hunt brought them together again.

It started with hearts being ripped out of college students in the Navajo desert.

Y/N was the first to investigate, one of the students place of death was just outside of an old reservation, a cave dwelling in northern Arizona.

Odd, I smell wolf, but I smell something else. She thought.

She heard a screech from a monster inside the cave dwelling.

Not wolf, wendigo. She panicked. Realizing she was unprepared.

The wendigo showed itself to her, being three times her size, head nearly reaching the caves ceiling.

“Oh, your one of the first wendigos…” she says to herself. Thinking out loud.

It let out another ear shattering screech. Y/N covered her ears desperately to save her hearing. But the wendigo drew its hand back, landing a hard swing of it’s claws. Knocking her across the cave dwelling, hitting the wall hard. Hearing a loud crack, she landed hard on the ground. She felt something warm and sticky ooze out of the back of her head.

She saw the wendigo crawl towards her before her world turned black.

 Weeks later, more bodies turn up, picking up the attention of the Winchester’s.

“If this is werewolves, why was the most recent death out in the desert?” Dean asked.

“Maybe their hold up in the old caves the Navajo natives stayed in? I don’t know Dean, but it was a little over two weeks ago. And their saying a person went missing last week, they were probably looking into the same thing we are.”

“Well, let’s go gank this son of a bitch, stop the bodies from dropping out here.”

With that, they loaded up the Impala for the 50 mile trek to the Navajo Cave Dwellings.

 “This looks so cool; I wonder how the Natives lived in these things.” Sam says fully mesmerized.

“Alright nerd, focus.”

Sam just rolls his eyes. As they searched higher along the cave dwellings.

“Oh my god no,” Sam breaths. His heart dropping to his stomach.

“What?” Dean asked, not far behind from Sam.

When Sam took off running, he managed to catch a good glimpse at what he was running to. More like who he was running to.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted.

Dean took off at his heel running to her side.

“Her wounds are weeks old; she may not make it Dean.”

“Don’t talk like that, she’ll make it.”

“Y/N, baby, can you hear me?” Dean asked, trying to cup her head, his fingers dragging across dried blood. Pulling away, Sam seeing the dried chips of blood on his hand.

“Can wolves like her heal?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know, I never looked into it.”

“Dean, what if she’s gonna die?”

“Sammy, listen to her heart, listen to her breathing, she’s still here with week old wounds. If she didn’t die yet, she’s not gonna.”

Sam began to investigate her wounds further. Seeing the infected gash on her stomach and chest.

“She’s running a bit of a fever Sammy; we need to get her out of here.” Dean says, after running a hand on her forehead.

“Dean, these are Wendigo wounds.” Sam says, pulling up her shirt. Causing the injured girl to groan.

“Easy, Y/N, you’re safe, we got you.” Dean soothed.

“Dean,” she groans. She seemed like she was awake, but her eyes weren’t opening.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s me. You’re okay.”

“Wendigo,” she whispers.

“I know baby, we know it’s a wendigo now.”

“Giant…Wendigo…” she mutters before her body goes limp in his arms.

“Giant wendigo?” Sam asked.

“Could be a hallucination?” Dean questioned.

There was a distant screech in the dwellings.

Sam looked on within the dwellings, and he caught first glimpses of the Wendigo.

“Um, Dean, we might have to abort this one.”

“Why---oh fucking shit.” Dean says following Sam’s gaze seeing the size of the Wendigo crawling out of the Dwellings.

“Sam, that death that was out here, was it even a werewolf?” Dean asked.

“Nope, they ranked it up to animal attack.”

“Then lets get Y/N, and lets get the hell out of here.” Dean says, scooping Y/N up with little to no effort. “Fuck this, lets get!” Dean shouts.

The Wendigo lets out a ear shattering screech. The boys didn’t stop, they hurried as fast as they could out of the cave.

A hand of the wendigo crashed near them, the impact causing them to fly out. Sam flying off left, rolling, and hitting a wall. Dean lost his footing, rolling down the walkway, loosing Y/N from his hold, his back hitting the wall of the pathway. And Y/N stopped halfway on the path.

The roll had dazed Dean a bit, before he noticed the Wendigo was moving to land his hand down to crush Y/N.

“Y/N! NO!” Dean shouted helplessly.

At the sound of Dean’s voice was enough for Y/N to find a small ounce of energy to wake and morph.

Her wolf form let out whine at the pain from the infected wounds. She stumbled to get her footing to jump towards Dean. The wendigo missing her just mere inches.

But the effort proved to be too much for her to handle. She collapsed onto Dean’s lap with a whine and huff. The wolf totally unconscious again.

Sam was first up rushing to his brother.

“Dean, we can’t fight this, it’s too big. And Y/N could be dying from those infections. Let’s get.”

“Help me carry her, she morphed.”

“I’ll grab her tail end; you grab her head.”

They did as planned, and they rushed back to the Impala. Laying the wolf in the back seat. Dean hurries to the driver seat, Sam already in the passenger seat. Dean turned the key in the ignition, roaring the engine to life. He puts it into gear, and he peels out of the canyon where the Cave Dwellings sat, driving full speed to the motel.

 Eventually she morphed back to her human form in her unconscious state as she laid healing in the older Winchester’s bed.

Dean was not letting up; he was going on two nights of no sleeps. He had not moved from his spot by her bedside.

“Dean.” Sam says entering his room.

“I’m not hungry Sammy.”

“Dean, you know when she wakes up and when she finds out you doing this to yourself she’s gonna kick your ass, you know that right.”

“Let her.”

“Dean.” Sam says with a sigh.

“I was so angry with her for her not telling me everything. But she did have a point, “hey guys I’m part monster, don’t kill me.””

Sam stayed silent. Letting Dean just talk it out.

“She would have a reaction to silver, I never looked into, I never asked her. And I pointed a gun at her. I was literally two seconds away from killing the one girl I loved. When there was nothing wrong with her.”

“Dean, your trust with her was broken. You took the time away to reflect, and you saw neither one of you were in the wrong.”

“I overreacted.” Dean says, rubbing his eyes to push the sleep away.

“You did, and there’s nothing wrong with it. She’s the most understanding girl I think, I’ve ever met. I’m sure she’ll forgive you Dean.”

“You remember that witch case?” Dean asked.

“The one where you were changed into a wolf?”

Dean nodded. “Remember you asked why a wolf?”

Sam nodded.

“It’s because of her. Somehow, some part of me knew she was a wolf. She’s my soulmate.”

“Your soulmate? So, changing what spell did that witch use on you anyway?”

“She kept saying something about me walking around this world lost and alone. She said the spell would turn me into the spirit of my soulmate.”

“Wolf, because she’s part wolf.”

Dean nods.

She stirs with a groan pulling the boys attention away from their story to her.

“Sam, did you ever look into her healing process, is it different to us?”

“It is, she heals faster. But her wounds were infected. I gave her, her a shot to help her body fight the infection. Her color is coming back, she’s looking better.”

“She does.” Dean agrees, letting out a yawn.

“Dude, get some sleep.”

“I’m fine Sammy.”

Sam rolls his eyes as he exited his brother’s room.

 She woke up to the familiar scent of the Winchester’s, but the scent of one of the brothers was stronger than the other.

Dean.

She woke up in his room. Feeling a weight on her hip, she sits up slightly seeing him use her hip as a pillow. And he was sound asleep.

His arms looked as if they were trying to hold her as best as he could from where he sat.

She tried to sit up more, but a sharp pain stopped her. She winces.

“You might want to stay in bed, you were banged up pretty bad.” She heard Sam say in Dean’s dark room.

“Wait, what? How?” she asked, trying to understand. Remember.

“We were hunting werewolves, when one death of a victim took us to where you were.”

“Did you guys?”

“Oh, hell no. That fucker was way too big. I don’t think one flare would kill it.”

“You didn’t try?” she asked.

“No, we were more worried about you. You were in pretty rough shape.”

Dean stirred, snuggling closer to her, rubbing his head into her hip.

She ran her hand through his short strands of his hair.

“He was really worried about you, believe it or not.”

“I could feel it.”

“I guess that’s the soulmate thing.”

“What?”

“You remember that witch case, when Dean was a wolf?”

She nods.

“The spell used; Dean says the witch used a spell to turn him into the spirit of his soulmate. And he turned into a wolf.”

“That’s a thing?”

“I guess.” Sam shrugs.

In his sleep, Dean let out a big yawn. Almost pulling him out of his deep slumber.

“Dean.” She says.

“hmm.” He says sleepily, not opening his eyes.

“Come to bed.”

With his eyes still closed, he works at pulling off his boots, taking off his flannel, shirt, and pants. Leaving his boxer briefs on. He pulls the covers off of her, and snuggles in close to her, wrapping an arm around her middle. And snuggling his head into the crook of her neck.

“At least he’s a sleep.”

“I know, like I said, I felt it. I could feel that he was going to wake up sore if he was gonna stay like that.”

“You two make thee most cutest couple, I’m just admitting that right now.”

“Did I just hear Sam Winchester refer to us as cute?” she smirked playfully.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. It’s just good seeing him happy again.”

“I know, I—”

“I know you could feel it, I’m heading to bed now darlin’, good night.”

“Night Sammy.” She yawned, letting the older Winchester snuggle more into her. “Night Dean, I love you.”

She woke up feeling a hand play with her hair, petting through her long strands atop her head.

She hums, snuggling into the hand. Hearing him chuckle. And felt warm plump limps kiss her forehead briefly.

She opens her eyes to a pair of beautiful green ones. “Hi.” She says softly.

“Hi, sleep good?” Dean asked.

“Better than I had in years.”

“I bet,” he says, giving her another peck on her head. “I called Garth, I’m having him get your things and we’re moving you back in with us.”

“I take it I’m welcome back?” she asked carefully.

“You are welcome back, soulmate.” He says snuggling back into her making her giggle.

“Are all caught up now?”

“I think we are.” Dean admits. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“Never again, no more secrets, no more mistrust. Never leave me again.”

“I don’t plan on it Winchester.”

Their lips crash into one another in a passionate, much needed kiss.

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[lilulo-12fanfiction]

More Than I Can Say

More Than I Can Say- Dean Winchester x Reader

So here is the finished copy. I didn’t proof the rest of it so please ignore any mistakes. I mean...I wanted to include more...but I kind of got stuck and I didn’t want it to take me longer to post. It’s little snippets of events. Soooo if you’d like a Part 2 let me know!

As always your likes, reblogs, comments etc. are all appreciated. Please let me know if you would like to be added to any of my tag lists. As always- Requests are open!

a request for @chevyimpala00067​ with Dean Winchester. Prompts: 57: “ Is that my shirt? ” & 66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”

SPN Tag List:  @deans-baby-momma @fandom-princess-forevermore @magssteenkamp @blancastans @jn-wolf​ @waywardsistersandpie​

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Falling in love with Dean Winchester hadn’t been easy or simple. It hadn’t been expected. You were living your life as a college student with your mother at one moment and the next you were in Sioux Falls with your estranged father. And you  didn’t have the best start to your father-daughter relationship.

You had been the result of a fling your father had with your mother after Bobby’s wife died. Your mother had kept you a secret for most of your life. You had begged her to tell her who your father was. She continually told you that it was a tree you didn’t want to bark up.

When you were 20 years old and half way through your degree, your mother died of cancer. It had devastating effects. 2 days after her funeral you received a package in the mail. It contained a letter from your mother telling you about your father and it included some letters and a few pictures of the two of them. You thought it was a joke. Your mother had been a hunter and worked with Bobby Singer. When she found out she was pregnant she cut ties and disappeared determined that you wouldn’t grow up like that. “It’s the greatest regret of my life that you don’t know your father. He’s a good man.”

You sold the house and everything you could besides a few pieces of jewelry and a handful of keepsakes from your mother, packed up your Jeep and drove from upstate New York to Sioux Falls.

He slammed the door in your face. I mean you couldn’t blame him. Some random shows up claiming to be his daughter. Little did you know at the time, he thought you were a demon of Crowley’s trying to get one up on him and the Winchester boys. You steeled yourself as you stared at the door in your face. You put one of the photos and one of his letters in an envelope, taped it to the door with your cell number and the hotel you were staying at written on it and left to find a place to stay. You needed to figure out your next move. How stupid you had been to think that your long lost father would welcome you with open arms. How naive to think you could have started a new life with him. Now you had to figure out what to do and where to go.

“Hey Bobby- this was stuck to your door.” Dean Winchester looked at the neat handwriting with intrigue. Bobby yanked it from his hand mumbling about con artists and demons but tore into the manila envelope anyway. Sam and Dean watched as the color drained from his face. His hand ran from his forehead down to his chin.

“Bobby- are you okay?” Sam stepped towards him, face laced with concern.

“She was telling the truth…I have a daughter.”

“I’m sorry- what?!” Dean stood wide eyed and slack jawed.

“She was here. I was horrible to her and slammed the door in her face. I thought it was Crowley playing his games. I didn’t believe her.” Dean grabbed the envelope.

“Well looks like she’s willing to give you a second chance at a first meeting. I’ll be back. Sammy help Bobby get his wits about him. I’ll go get her and bring her back here.”

“What if she won’t come?” Bobby looked heart broken and self-loathing all at the same time. Dean grinned at him.

“Who can say no to this face?”

*          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          * You sat at the table in your hotel room staring at nothing in particular at all trying to decide where to go and what to do next when there was a pounding at your door. You tentatively turned the door handle and yanked it open. You were expecting the cranky old man, but instead were met with a cocky grin and smiling green eyes.

“Sweetheart, you need to learn how to drop a truth bomb.”

“Excuse you? Wait who are you?” Annoyance was dripping from your voice, but sadness was written all over your face.

“I’m Dean. Here to fetch you for your Daddy who is kicking himself for being an asshat. You must have gotten your looks from your mother. Lucky you.” You scoffed.

“Fetch me? I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t even know you!”

“I’m a good friend of Bobby Singer. A surrogate son- luckily not blood related.” He gave you what you would begin to call the Dean Winchester Wink. As you rolled your eyes, Dean would never need a blood test to prove you were Bobby’s daughter. He saw it in your attitude.

“You must go after some low hanging fruit with those lines. Clearly being good looking makes it so you don’t have to try very hard.” He grinned at you, the cheesiest grin you’d seen in a long time.

“You think I’m good looking sweetheart?”

“Not enough to excuse all of this.” You waved your hand in his general direction. He threw his head back and laughed.

“There’s something to be said for nature vs. nurture. You may have never spent a day with Bobby but damn do you have his attitude. Listen, he found your envelope and feels like crap. Come back. Give him a second chance.” You hesitated for a moment. “C’mon sweetheart. I promise if you want to leave I’ll bring you back anytime you want.

“Let me grab my stuff.” You turned to get your purse and jacket, paused and turned back to him. “Stop calling me sweetheart.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you shut the hotel room door behind you. You felt his hand find the small of your back to lead you down the hall. You didn’t know it then, but that would feel like home a few years down the road.

Dean pulled into the salvage yard and turned off the Impala. You were impressed with the car but you’d be damned if you’d let him know that. He was about to get out when he saw you staring ahead and not moving. He got out, came around to the passenger side and opened your door and squat down next to you.

“Look- I don’t know your story, I don’t know your mother or why she kept you and Bobby apart. What I do know is Bobby is one of the best men that I have ever known.  He’s been more of a father to me than mine own father was sometimes. I’m sure his initial reaction scared you off. But you left him your contact info for a reason. He’s good people. I promise you- you decide you want out of here and I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Give him a chance.” He put his hand out to help you out of the car. You studied his face for a moment, while he was smug and obnoxious when he showed up at your door, he was nothing but sincere now. It was your first glimpse into the real Dean Winchester. You were comforted by the sincerity coming from his expression. The way his eyes crinkled when you smiled would end up being one of your favorite things in the world to see. You nodded and placed your hand in his and let him lead you to your future.

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You surprisingly took the truth about the supernatural well. While the story of Dean going to hell and the Angel Castiel gave you pause, you knew it deep down to be true. Maybe it was because your mother had told you in her letter first. Truth be told you thought she had lost her mind to the chemo, but then you started getting hit with memories from your past, or well her past. While she had given up the hunting life, you remembered her conversations with other hunters who would stop by for advice or to rest- including John Winchester.

Bobby had been livid when you told him you had met John. There was no way John hadn’t known you were his. If John Winchester hadn’t already been dead, you were sure your father would have done him in. Now 6 months later you were in deep. He was already in a mood and you had just made it worse.

“You are NOT going on the road with Sam and Dean.”

“Yes, I am. I can’t sit around this place doing research telling them how to kill monsters when I can actually do it.

“Listen- if Bobby doesn’t want you to go, sorry sweetheart but you’re staying here.” You were seething.

“You know what, fine. I’ll go out on my own. I can find cases.” You stormed past Dean and gut punched him. “And I told you not to call me sweetheart”. Sam stood watching like a deer in headlights not wanting to say anything and piss you or Bobby off even more. He decided to stay put instead of following you out to your car. A few minutes later her heard you scream.

You were going to murder Dean Winchester. He must have anticipated your going on your own declaration because he had messed with your Jeep. The oil was leaking and when you hadgotten down on the ground to check it out you had gotten covered in oil.

You came charging back into the house and Sam had bitten back his laughter. He didn’t want any of your wrath pointed at him. Dean would eventually pay for his sins. Sam wanted to make sure all of your anger was directed accordingly.

“Sweetheart-“ Dean made sure to put emphasis on the unwelcomed pet name. 

“Is that new perfume? Eau De Grand Cherokee?” He belly laughed. Sam was sure he saw homicide in your eyes, and then he caught the glint. You snatched the Impala keys off of the counter and ran out of the house.

“Y/N DON’T YOU TOUCH MY BABY!” Dean roared after you. Bobby’s anger had dissipated.

“I supposed I should get used to the idea of the two of them.” Sam raised his eyebrows at Bobby. “C’mon Sam- don’t tell me you don’t see it. Those two are falling head over heels for each other.”

“You’d be okay with that? Dean and Y/N?” Sam was surprised. Bobby wore the “Over protective father” outfit well.

“Sam- your brother is a good man. I couldn’t ask for someone better to take care of her. I’ve seen how he takes care of people he loves. I’ve watched him take care of you. The two of you are the best men I know. She’ll be in good hands. They just have to get out of their own way to see it.”

“You know if she goes out with us, we’ll die before we let something happen to her.” Bobby nodded.

“I know. I just want to keep her safe here. But hell, It ain’t safe here either. The only way she would be safe is if she never found me.” Sam was about to respond but covered his mouth as he laughed as he watched Dean, also covered in car oil carrying you across the yard over his shoulder.

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A milk run. A freaking milk run he had told you. A simple salt and burn. A great way for he and Sam to show you the ropes.

This was not a milk run. The person they thought was doing the haunting, the bones they salted and burned, was the person trying to protect innocents from the spirits haunting the house. The brother of two evil twin sisters and they couldn’t find their bodies. They had somehow separated you from him and Sam. Why couldn’t things just go their way for once?

Dean was trying to get the door to the room that you were locked in open. The creepy sisters had some murder ritual that they were holding you for. Sam was searching for the bones to salt and burn.

“DEAN!!” You screamed his name, he could hear the fear and tears in your voice. You weren’t a crier and you were one of the bravest people he knew, you didn’t scare easy.

“Hang on Y/N. It’ll be okay.”

“I’m out of salt rounds and there’s no God Damn iron in this room.

“Sammy is gonna find the bodies and I’ll get this damn door open.” Your voice was closer, you must have move towards the door.

“You can’t open the door. They shut it. It’s not a lock you can pick. Tell my dad I’m glad I got to know him. Even if we only had a little time together.”

“Don’t you start that goodbye shit. This isn’t over!” He yelled the last part.

“Yes it is.” He felt the coldness from the room on the outside of the door. You must have been freezing.

“Bring it bitches.” Your voice was fearless. You’d only broke when you knew it was just the two of you. He was beating down the door, renewed strength. He felt encouraged when it started to splinter. Moments later he froze in fear when he heard screaming. At first he thought it was you but then the door popped open. There you stood with a container of salt in your hands. You must have been throwing it at the sisters. Dean saw the faint remains of flames and ashes.

“Sammy found the bones” You cried and dropped the salt. Dean ran forward and slipped his arms around you, pulling you tight to his body, one hand cradling the back of your head. Another feeling you’d come to associate with love, safety and security.

“It’s okay sweetheart. It’s over. I’m so sorry.” Sam watched from a distance with a smile on his face. He was thrilled you were safe and that he had stopped the terror twins. Dean was different with you around. Good different. Your body relaxed in Dean’s arms.

“Can we not tell my dad how bad it was” Dean laughed and hugged you tighter.

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“You knew Sam was alive?!” Dean raged.

“I wanted to tell you. I didn’t find out until recently. My dad kept it from me too. I called you as soon as I found out. I left you a message but by the time you called me back Sam had gotten to me. He said he wasn’t ready. He said you were happy. I wanted to call you and tell you so many times. I’m sorry.” You wiped a few tears from your eyes. “They said you were happy Dean. Really happy. I couldn’t be the one to ruin that. You, more than anyone, deserve real happiness. And honestly, it wasn’t my place to tell you. It was Sam’s. He came back and didn’t want to tell you. I couldn’t do that to him. I was screwed no matter what I did.

Despite his rage, he couldn’t stay mad at you. And you weren’t wrong. He sighed and looked at you. "It's okay Y/N. It's not fair for either one of us to put you in that position" It was a terrible position for you to be in. He pulled you in for a hug. His hand found the back of your head. He loved Lisa, he truly did. But you, you felt like home. He didn’t know what the hell to do.

"You're not mad at me?" Your voice was almost a whisper.

"You're right. You were screwed either way. You did the right thing by staying out of it. I'm sorry for yelling at you." To be honest, you were pretty shocked. You expected Dean to rage at you at least a little bit longer.

"I'm glad you're here now. I"m sorry that Lisa and Ben were put in harms way, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you."

"I missed you too, Y/N. You could have come to see me, you know."

"I didn't think you wanted to be a part of this life any more and I didn't want to take the chance of anything following me to your family." You looked away from Dean, trying to hide the hurt expression on your face after calling Lisa and Ben his family.

Sam had hinted to Dean that he wanted him to go off an live a normal life with Y/N. Dean knew that if they stayed together, they'd never give up the life. So to honor Sammy, he had let and went off to Lisa and did everything he could to get Y/N out of his mind. Now his heart belonged in two places, but he had to honor what he had with Lisa.

"You will always be my family too Y/N. Always." Dean wanted to say more, but you had just given him a quick nod of your head and rushed off into the other room.

The idea of Dean with anyone hurt. The two of you flirted relentlessly and always got jealous when the other had the nerve to talk to someone else at a bar after a hunt. This was a hard pill to swallow. You hadn't expected Dean to walk away. You had thought you were in it together. Then he was gone. Sam was gone. Even Castiel was essentially gone. You had your father and the two of you continued his work, helping other hunters and occasionally went on a small case.

Then you found out Sam was back. You had been elated and then confused as to why he wasn't going to Dean. Then he told you how happy Dean was in his new life. How he had started over like you didn't exist. Like none of this had ever happened. You had accepted it and tried to move on. Now he was back, and he was still looking at you like he did before he left. You leaned against the door and pinched the bridge of your nose. You had to get it together. Dean wasn't really back, he was here to take care of his family and then he would be gone again. You would be alone, again. Dean watched you slowly disappear knowing that he made a mistake leaving you behind. His heart belonged to you, it had since the day you sassed him at that hotel and it always would.

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You should have stuck with Sam & Dean. The most recent case brought the three of you back to your old stomping grounds in Upstate NY. Sam and Dean had encouraged you to go off and see some of your old friends while they worked the case. They could handle it. You deserved some fun and you needed a break. 

It had all been too much. Sam without his soul was tricky. Dean had tried to make it work with Lisa but realized quickly that he couldn't have that family and be a hunter. Dean Winchester was a hunter. The "Apple Pie Life", as he put it, would never be for him. You had known that, but hated seeing him hurting all the same. The three of you were in this weird funk and it was stressing you out. You felt like you couldn't breath and the powder keg that had become your life was ready to blow. You were eager to pretend this wasn't your life, even if it was just for a day or two.

That fun had blown up in your face. You held the phone to your ear willing him to pick up. You felt a flood of relief wash over you when he finally did. 

"Dean...."Your voice came out in a cry. "I need you. Something happened." After a few reassurances that everything would be fine, you gave him directions on how to find you and the warehouse you were holed up in. You should have known that you wouldn't ever get a break. This life would haunt you until the end of your days.

Dean had Sam circling the outside of the warehouse as he went in to find you. He could smell the blood and death. He was hoping that a few days with your old friends would breath some life back into you. You had seemed like a shell of the girl he first met. You had put an effective wall between the two of you. He knew it was because he had left. The flirty banter was a thing of the past. You seemed to be operating on auto pilot. The past year had taken its toll on you. As he stepped quietly, holding his gun, he saw her. Your best friend from college laying on the floor, eyes wide open, throat ripped out and lifeless. Dean closed his eyes for a moment and felt the loss for you. He leaned over and used his palm to shut her eyes. At least now she looked like she was sleeping. He slowly moved to the back of the warehouse and that's when he saw you. Sitting against the wall, skinny jean clad knees pulled to your chest with your chin resting on them, glassy eyes and covered from head to almost toe in dried blood. He would have been worried it was yours if he didn't see the headless corpse a few feet away from you. He tried to assess the situation. A vampire must have gotten the jump on the two of you. He assumed the vamp attacked your friend first and met its unfortunate end at your hand and the blade on the floor to the right of you.

"Y/N." Dean rushed to your side. You looked at him with watery eyes. He put his hand on the side of your face, despite it being covered with dried blood. "Are you hurt?" You shook your head no and stared forward.

"She's dead."

"I know." He sighed.

"This vamp- knew who I was, knew I was Bobby's daughter. Apparently Bobby and Rufus had taken out their family. He had gotten away and tried to live his "best life" or whatever." You air quoted as you spoke. "Then he heard some demons talking, Crowley's inner circle, that Bobby had a long lost daughter. So he started looking into me. Before...Bobby didn't have anyone to lose. With a daughter, the douche bag thought he could get his revenge. He chased us and we ran into this place to try and get her someplace safe." You scoffed. "I had my back turned for two seconds and I was too late. After he killed her, he attacked me. He had me pinned to the ground. Luckily I had a knife with me."

"Did you...did you saw his head off with that tiny knife." You nodded. "While he was on top of you?" Dean took your lack of response as a yes. "Damn that's bad ass. Explains you being covered in blood." He tried to joke. You closed your eyes and a few tears fell. "Listen to me, Y/N...you did the best you could do. her death isn't your fault." You tilted your head to the side.

"It is. Because in this life we don't have the luxury of having relationships with people that aren't hunters. With people that can't defend themselves. I shouldn't have come here." You looked up and saw Sam watching the two of you.

"She's okay Sammy...go get the car." Sam nodded and ran out of the warehouse. "C'mon, let's get you out of here and get you cleaned up. Sam and I will take care of her and the vamp body." You nodded and let him pull you to your feet. Your torso was soaked in blood. It was like you had been standing under a red waterfall. He studied you for a moment. Your skinny jeans were paired with ankle boots, a black tank top and a red and black plaid shirt. "Wait...is that my shirt?" You gave him a hint of a smile and let him lead you out of the warehouse giving your friend one last longing look on your way out.

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The imagine of you screaming and falling to your knees in the hospital as Bobby flat lined would haunt Dean Winchester for the rest of his days. The 4 of you barely got away from the Leviathans. You had been frantic when Dick Roman had gotten his hands on your father, but the 4 of you had gotten out of that building. Dean and Sam were celebrating in the front seat when they heard you cry out, holding your father, begging them to get to the hospital. 

There had been a glimmer of hope when Bobby had opened his eyes. His last act was trying to help the 3 of you save the world...again. His last action had been to look at you with loving eyes and squeeze your hand. Dean knew what he was saying with that. "Thank you for coming into my life." Bobby loved you more than anything. The bond the two of you had forged in a short period was strong. It wasn't fair, the two of you deserved more time together. Dean found himself blaming Cas again. If he had just listened to Dean, none of this would have happened.

But then Cas took Sam's burden, effectively giving the younger Winchester back to Dean and Y/N. You had told Cas you forgave him before he did that. You, who had lost yet another person you loved, could forgive the Angel. You understood he thought he was doing the right thing. You appreciated his regret and were thankful for the sacrifice he was making for Sam. Dean could only wish to have your empathy. His feelings were complicated. Cas was...his best friend. Like his brother. And like his brother, had betrayed him. You had shown Dean how to really forgive Sam. He was hoping he could follow your lead with Castiel.

The three of you were holed up in an abandoned house trying to hide from Dick Roman and his band of morons. Dean didn't want this for you. He wanted you safe but you wouldn't go. You were clinging to Dean and Sam, the only family that you had left. Dean was sitting against a wall, slowly stroking your hair as you slept with your head in his lap. Sam had given him a raised brow look when he walked in,  but said nothing and went back to his research. This was the only way you would get any restful sleep these days, if you were with him. As long as he was with you, you slept. Otherwise you were plagued with nightmares. Dean knew too much about nightmares. He would suffer though a thousand sleepless nights making sure you had peace.

After Lisa, Dean was sure he would never let anyone close to him again. He couldn't risk anyone's safety. His life wasn't meant for love. Then Sammy had to point out that you were already in this life and in danger. He had to point out he knew how much Dean loved you. That Bobby had known. That Bobby had approved. Sam was certain that you loved Dean too. Dean was a coward though and he couldn't say anything, so Sam continued to needle him. Finally Dean agreed to tell you how he felt, but after you had time to grieve the loss of your father. Dean refused to take advantage of your fragile state. He wanted you clear headed when he told you. He had decided that if and when they got rid of Dick Roman, that's when he would tell you. He looked down when he felt you stirring.

"You okay sweetheart?" You blinked a few times as you looked up at him. "I'm with you. I'm always okay with you." He smiled down at you. "Dean...you need to try and sleep."

"I'm okay. You rest sweetheart." You had long stopped demanding he not call you by his favorite pet name. You did notice that it was now reserved for you, whereas before it was what he called just about any female.

"Dee, you need to sleep too."

"How about this, you sleep and then I'll let Sammy drive tomorrow and I'll sleep in the car."

"I don't believe you."

"I promise okay?" You pursed your lips and studied his face. "Do I ever break my promises to you?"

"No...you don't." He watched curiously as you pulled yourself up and  knelt next to him. He turned to look at you and you placed a hand on his face and stroked his cheek with your thumb. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. I know loosing him was just as hard on you as it was on me."

"I'll always take care of you." he leaned his face slightly into your hand. "I promise." The two of you stayed like that for a moment and then Dean pulled you into his lap and had you settle in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest. He claimed it was to keep you warm as you slept. In reality, he just wanted to hold on to you without having to admit he was afraid that Dick Roman would take you from him too.

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“Sam where did they go? Where did HE go?” 

Sam wasn’t sure what was more painful. The moment you lost your father or the moment you lost Dean. You couldn’t compare them, not really. The loss of each had been deep. You had loved them both in very different ways. All he could do was replay your heart broken voice in his head. The moment you realized Sam was packing it in you were gone. You didn’t stick around to try and convince him. You didn’t even say a real goodbye. All you left behind was one line.

“He wouldn’t stop looking. Neither can I.”

You couldn’t believe Sam was throwing in the towel. He and Dean had come back from Hell. There was no way he was just gone. He and Cas has vanished into thin air. There was only one person who could tell you where he was. Crowley.

You were a multitude of things- desperate, confused, lost, hurting and most of all angry. Or maybe it was that anger allowed you to focus. You were so disappointed in San and so pissed at him. Dean didn’t go and try to live a normal life until he tried to get Sam back first. Sam was just willing to accept that he was gone.

Not you. You had lost your mother, your father, your best friend, Cas had been lost more than once and in more than one way and now Dean. You were getting him and Cas back. Your desperation and anger made you reckless. You knew the only way to get to Crowley was to start knocking off his demons one by one. You didn’t look for cases or people to save. Your only objective was to get answers.

You had been slaughtering Crowley’s Demons for the better part of a year when the King Of Hell finally showed himself.

“Hello Poppet.” His smarmy voice made your skin crawl. “You’ve been busy.” He looked around the room at your latest kills. He had to admit he was impressed. Dean Winchester has taught you well. “Well Darling, you got my attention. How can the King help you?” He was entertained by what he saw come out of you. The hardest eye roll he’d ever seen and a acids that would give Bobby Singer a run for his money.

“You know what I want.”

“He’s dead.“

“He’s not. I would feel it if he was gone.” That intrigued him. He wanted to see how this would play out.

“He’s in Purgatory. Apparently killing Dick Roman yanked open a portal.”

“How do I get him out.” Now it was Crowley’s turn to scoff and when you didn’t relent he rolled his own eyes.

“There’s a portal in the back woods in Maine. It’s exit only darling. Purgatory doesn’t like human offerings.” He saw the sheer determination on your face. A map materialized and he handed it to you. “Be careful poppet. And stop killing my men.” And in a flash...his majesty was gone. Anyone else he would have incinerated for killing so many of his demons. She was intriguing to him. She was fierce. It was curious to Crowley that Y/N Singer, who hadn’t been a hunter for even half a decade could demolish so many of his demons. Even more curious was the fact that Sam Winchester wasn’t fighting for Dean Winchester by her side. Dean’s reaction to that, to Sam running away, was all the reason to help get the hunter back.

God you were tired. All of the fighting, hunting and scheming was taking its toll on you, but you were too close to quit now. You were trekking through the woods in Maine to find where the portal opening to Purgatory was. You had stopped to rest for a moment when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. Shocked shadowed your features as you saw the caller ID.”

“Sammy.” Your greeting was flat. It had been almost a year since you had last spoken.

“Guess again Sweetheart.” Your heart started pounding as his gritty voice filled your ears.

“Dean?!” His name came out as a cry. “How are you back? Where are you?”

“It’s a long story, I’d rather share in person. I’m at the cabin. I’m dying to see you. Where are you.” You laughed.

“But I was coming to rescue you.”

“Rescue me? Where are you?” He pressed again.

“Maine. I’m hiking through the woods to find the portal to purgatory to save your ass.” It was Dean’s turn to laugh.

“Oh sweetheart. I’m so glad I got out before you stepped foot in that place. Wait- how did you know?”

“Crowley finally told me. I’ve spent the last year killing every Demon I could looking for answers.I’m on my way to you now.” Dean swelled with pride. He wished he could have seen the shit storm you had kicked up for Crowley. Though he was thankful Crowley didn’t retaliate.

“I can’t wait to see you.”

There were no tests when you arrived much to Sam’s protest. Dean knew it was you. You were barely in the door before he had scooped you up in his arms. A year of nothing but killing and fighting had finally caught up with you. The walls broke and you found yourself sobbing as Dean buried his face in your neck.

”Sweetheart it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

”I didn't think I would ever see you again.” Dean pulled away to look at your face. 

He placed both hands on the sides of your face and wipes your tears with his thumbs.

”I will always find my way back to you.” Sam shuffled and the moment broke. He thought Dean’s anger had been unbearable, but the way you were looking at him sent a shiver down his spine. You didn’t have to say anything. Your look said it all.

I told you he was alive.  

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It was one of the rare quiet moments you and the Winchesters had. It had been a roller coaster since Dean had been back. Everything with Kevin, the auction, all of the sniping between Dean and Sam and then you and Sam. Benny. You still couldn't get over the fact that Dean Winchester had befriended a vampire. Though you were grateful that he got Dean out of that place. Dean trusted him, that was good enough for you. You wished it had been good enough for Sam. It just caused more friction in an already tense atmosphere.

It was the middle of the night and you were sitting in an arm chair staring out the window, a spot you often took when you couldn't sleep, which was almost every night. Your nightmares were plagued by images of your father dead, or watching his ghost burn up, or Kevin and his mother. You had nightmares of Cas suffering in purgatory. The most frequent were of Dean and Sam dead. You were pissed as hell at Sam still, but the idea of anything happening to him tore you up inside. The idea of Dean no longer being in this world was too unbearable to even think of. You felt Dean's calloused hand slide over your shoulder. Things had been different since he had gotten back. He had been more closed off. The closeness between to two of you after your father had died was still there, but it was different. It was like he didn't want anyone to get too close now that he was back. All the killing he did in Purgatory had taken a toll on him, but the loss of Castiel had been what  broke him. You knew he blamed himself, but he wouldn’t tell you what happened. Being at arms length was killing you.

"You need to sleep. You sit here like this every night." His voice came out as a husky whisper.

"I can't. I can't close my eyes and see what I see every night." You put your hand over his as he went to remove his hand from your shoulder. "Please don't pull away from me." You could feel his body stiffen for a moment and you let his hand go. He sat in the chair next to you, he leaned over with his elbows on his knees, quiet for a moment. 

"I have to. That place changed me. I'm different." You leaned forward and put your hand on his cheek so he would look you in the eyes.

"You're still Dean. You're still MY Dean. I need you. Please." You watched a variety of emotions pass through his eyes.

"Y/N..." his tone was warning.

"Don't Dean. We've danced around this for years. I almost lost you." Your voice came out in a sob." He adverted his eyes.

"Don't say it. Please don't say it. I'm no good for you. You deserve better than me." He looked back into your eyes and he looked shattered.

"You are the same Dean Winchester that came and got me from my hotel room. You are the same Dean Winchester that has been protecting me since the day I met him. You're the same Dean Winchester I fell in love with." You watched his eyes widen. "I think I've loved you since the moment I opened that door. And I've been too scared to admit it."

"You can't."

"Dean...you are a GOOD man, despite any mistakes you have made. You're the best man I know. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me and we'll never talk about this again."

"You know I love you." He looked down.

"Then don't be a coward." His eyes snapped back up to yours. No one was ever brave enough to call Dean Winchester a coward. "We're in this life together. I'm not in any more danger if you love me or you don't. I don't want to be alone in this anymore." a tear slipped from your eyes. Dean lunged forward and kissed you. You felt every single piece of your broken heart come back together. It may be scarred, but Dean Winchester would make you whole again. You both knew the future wouldn't be easy, but you would face it together.