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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part Six

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Word Count: No longer doing word count

Warning(s): Cussing,

Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

Taglist: @sillydecoy @blackeyedangel9805​ @heythereamigodude​ @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo @seppys-return-to-madness @jaylarkson

A/N: Please let me know throw my INBOX if you want to be tagged. Too many are commenting on the stories, it's making it hard to keep up!

Sitting on the table in the kitchen, Dean is stirring gravy on the stove while I strip the corn in the cob, the radio on the corner countertop is playing Sweet Home Alabama as Dean dances across the kitchen. Bobbing my head along to the beat of the music, Dean smirks at me as he turns the volume up a bit as I drop the shucked corn in the pot beside me. Dean grabs my hand, pulling me off the table, before twirling me around as I let out a loud laugh, the two of us dancing with the music, not a single care that it doesn't match the music playing. It seems our laughter draws an audience, because just as Dean dips me, the song turning off, Sam and Castiel are in the doorway of the kitchen, clapping.

"Oh, uh..." Dean lifts me back up, twirling me out of his arms so fast that I have to grasp the table I was previously occupying, the room spinning a bit. "Hey guys." I greet within my best ability.

"Food's gonna be a while." Dean states as he turns the music back down, and takes the pot of salted water and corn cobs, placing it on the stove.

"Oh, we were just checking out the commotion." Sam replies, causing me to blush as Dean nods, though in response to Sam, or to the beat of the new song, I'm not entirely sure.

"Indeed." Castiel states. "Carry on." I have to hid my wince at the way he says it, it sounds rehearsed, almost like being blind-read from a script before him. "Sam and I are going to do a beverage run. What would you like, Emily?" He asks.

"Oh, uh... Grape Crush, or Green Apple Fanta. I'm not large on alcohol, nor caffeine." I reply with little to no thought, a pure answer from the top of my head. The two of them smirk, before nodding as they disappear, and I turn back to the task at hand in the quiet of the kitchen, which is only punctured by the sound of the music. Grabbing a cutting board, I start cutting the tomatoes for the salad, humming along to the music under my breath. "Dean," I finally place the knife down, turning to his broad back as he turns halfway to me, keeping an eye on the pork chops at the same time as acknowledging me. "you have yet to ask. About... anything you saw that day." I cross my arms over my chest as he turns the occupied burners down for safety, and then turns to lean on the counter next to it, eyes roaming over me, studying me.

"Well, I don't make it a habit of digging into the past, when it's obviously something that you want to forget." He replies, causing me to smirk, and he narrows his eyes at me. "Alright Sweetheart, you want me to ask, I'll ask. The douchebag who was throwing and beating on you, what was his deal." If he notices how quickly I stiffens, turning back to my task as if he hadn't spoke at all is sure to worry him, the slight shaking in my arms and shoulders is the only giveaway of the event. "Hey hey hey, Emily, are you alright?" He asks softly, causing me to set the quivering knife down as I slowly turn back to him, and he smiles softly as I force myself to smile at him. "You don't gotta force yourself to say anything." He says softly, reaching up to caress my cheek, looking into my eyes as I bite my bottom lip, before looking away.

"He was my... Ex-fiance." I notice that he stiffens at my reply. "Daniel was manipulative, and accusing and he made me lose all of my friends, isolated me from my family, and made it so I was dependant on him. I didn't notice the signs of abuse, until he started to abuse me, and by then, it was too late. Nobody wanted to help me, or nobody believed me." My explanation causes Dean to look a bit distraught. "I managed to get a restraint order, and moved to a whole new town, new state, to get away. That was a couple weeks before I woke up here." My voice dies weakly, looking up at him sadly.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry." He apologizes as I tearfully shake my head.

"F-Forget it." I rub my eyes, wiping away all trace of tears as I smile up at him. "What do you say, we get this done? I'm nervous enough about meeting Jodie for the first time." He chuckles at that.

"Don't worry so much. She's like a big cuddly teddybear. Gruff and surly on the outside, but gentle and loving in the inside." Dean explains, causing me to giggle, shaking my head at him as he turns to the doorway, as if checking that she's not behind us when he's speaking. "Just, uh... Don't tell her I told you that, huh?"

"Hmm... I think I can be persuaded to keeping that secret." I tease, setting the knife down as I turn back to look at Dean as he scoffs and chuckles, looking at me.

"You are diabolical." He taunts, turning back to me, before leaning on the counter as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Alright, what can I bribe you with?"

"I wanna drive Baby!" I burst out with, causing his mouth to drop, surprise on his face as I bounce on the balls of my feet.

"You wanna drive-"

"You let Sam before! Come on, Dean! Please!" I beg, tugging at his arm, and giving my best puppy dog eyes to him. "I'll bake you some pie!" I offer in a sing-song type voice as he looks down at me, quirking his lips as I giggle, and lean up on my tip-toes. "Any. Kind. You. Like." He groans, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans.

"Sweetheart, you don't fight fair." He pouts, leaning towards me as he strokes my cheek, causing my face to flush as I step back, and drop my face away. "One time. You can drive Baby, once."

"Really?!" I gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Oh, thank you Dean! Thank you!" I throw my arms around him, hugging him as he chuckles, his hands falling to my waist in return, and I smile up at him. Suddenly, it's like electrical currents are running through my skin from his from where we touch, my heart is pounding as we look into each other's eyes. His thumbs start to stroke my love handles under my shirt, first in circles and occasionally up in down, causing my skin to hum as I struggle to breath, his fanfiction green eyes are on my own, it's like a magnetic pull, drawing the two of us closer until we're just a hair's breath away from each other.

"Hey Dean, I'm here- oh!" We both jump, Dean pushes me back, like we're two teens just caught doing something they're not supposed to be doing. "I-I'm so sorry! I-" Jodi turns to me with an apologetic smile. "Hi, I'm Jodi." She clears her throat, holding out her hand, which I shake as embarrassment floods and stings my cheeks. "You must be Emily."

"Y-Yes." She looks at Dean with a motherly reproachful look, before smiling at me once more as she shakes my hand. After she drops it, my face enflames even more as she looks between Dean and I with curiosity in her eyes. "I-I'll just let you two talk." I stammer out, scurrying towards the door.

"Hey," Dean calls after me, and turning to look at him, our eyes meet, and my breath hitches as we stand there, lost in each other's eyes.

"Dean! Emily! We're back!" Sam's shout draws my attention, and I dash out if the kitchen to help the other two with the drinks they bought. Shortly after the incident, Dean and I are converting the Map Table into a dinner table, placing piles of food on it, before moving chairs around, and everyone is sitting as I go around, pouring drinks for them.

"Em, sit down." Dean urges as he looks up at me, causing me to drop my head with a blush, shaking my head as I pour the last of the drinks, before I dash back into the kitchen as the over timer goes off. After checking the two pies and chocolate cake that are in the oven, I switch it off while leaving them in the oven to cool, before walking back out with the rest of the food in one arm, and the plates tucked in the other.

"Oh, sweetie, do you need help?" Jodie asks as she scoots the chair back to stand.

"No no, we've got it." Dean says and both he and Sam stand, coming over to relieve me of my burden, placing them on the table, and Dean scoots out a chair for me to sit in, before helping me scoot in. Jodie is watching this all with a delighted gleam in her eyes, looking rather impressed as she smiles in approval at me.

"So, Emily," Jodie starts as everyone starts to load uo their plates. "you seemed to have whipped these boys into shape. Look, they're even eating instead of gulping it down like it's going to run away!" She laughs as I let a soft giggle, stabbing a piece of chicken to put on my plate, before adding mashed potatoes and gravy.

"They just didn't get a lot of home-cooked meals in the past, being on the road 24/7. I mostly stay behind while they're on the hunts, and I always leave them both a plate in the fridge for when they get back." She smiles as I add some broccoli and cheese sauce to my plate, along with a scoop of stuffing.

"Yeah, Emily takes good care of us. Doesn't she, Dean?" Sam inquires, causing me to furrow my brow. "Doesn't she, Dean?" Sam says with a little more emphasis, causing me to discreetly look over at the older man, only to find him staring at me as a blush floods my cheeks. Suddenly something brushes my leg as Dean hollers in pain, jumping before he clears his throat.

"Yeah yeah. Em's the best." Dean mutters as he drops his gaze to his plate, shoveling his food into his mouth.

"So, Emily, how exactly did you meet the boys?" Jodie asks in a friendly tone, causing the boys to stiffen as Emily freezes.

"It's uh... A bit of a long story, and we're still not a hundred percent on the details." I explain slowly, before launching into detail about the way I met the boys abd Castiel, and by the time I'm done, she's gawping at me as I slowly start to blush, shoveling food into my mouth to I don't have to speak. Jodie continues to eat as she takes a long moment to process the information that I told her, long enough for me to worry that she might think I'm lying. I turn to Dean with frantic eyes, but he simply holds out a hand as he shakes his head, smirking at me as he looks towards Jodie, who stabs a piece of lettuce and tomato from her salad, before looking up at me.

"I suppose you're lucky to have woken up near the boys, huh? No telling who or what would be after you for the information you possess." She says, causing a cold sweat to break out on my forehead and neck, both of the boys and Castiel all freeze as well, as if the idea just hit them.

"And we've been letting you go on hunts with us." Sam groans as he faceplants into his hand, while Dean's grip tightens on his fork.

"The dangers just tripled on the playing field." Dean states as Jodie snorts.

"She's survived so far. Give her some credit boys." She scolds, causing them to actually look a bit sheepish. "You can handle yourself, right?"

"I would never put the boys, nor anyone else in danger. I would rather bite my tongue off and bleed to death, than hurt you guys." I reply, causing Dean to swallow thickly, within an audible gulp, his hands turning bone white around his silverware. Sam's frown deepens as he shakes his head in immense displeasure at the thought. Castiel shifts nervously in his chair as Jodie looks around at us, before I press my chair away from the table. "Well, I think I'll set the pies and cake out to cool." I state as I disappear into the kitchen as fast as I can.

~3rd POV~

The moment that Emily is out of sight and earshot, Jodie starts to saw into her chicken, watching Sam and Dean exchange looks, almost like they're having a silent conversation with each other. "Dean," His head snaps up at her voice as she points her fork towards the kitchen, a piece of tender chicken dangling from the end. "you look after that girl. Don't let her go."

"Don't let her go? What do you mean?" He asks, causing Jodie to shot Sam a look, as if to say 'is he serious?' to which Sam nods with an exhausted and forelorn look upon his face.

"Dean, even a blind man can see the attraction and tension between you two." Jodie says, scraping her food off her fork with a sharp clink noise.

"Dean, she's right." Sam chimes in. "You laugh and smile with Emily, like I have yet to see you do. You look at the pictures of Jess and I, and you can see the same look I have her, on your face when you look at Emily." Sam says as he takes a bite of his corn on the cob.

"Wait, what?" Dean snorts. "You saying that I'm in love with Emily?" He shakes his head. "No. No way am I in love with that outsider. She doesn't even understand our world, as much as she claims she might. She will never understand, because she is different than us. I will not drag her into a life where she'd be nothing but useless!" Dean's brow furrows at Sam's wide-eyed, grim expression.

"Well," Dean jumps, turning around to see Emily standing there with teary eyes. She slams the pie, dish and all, in her hands, on the table as she throws her oven mitts in her chair. "let me be the last to know where I'm not wanted." She states with a tight voice, before she walks out of the room.

"Way to go, Dean." Sam snaps as Jodie stands, looking at Dean as she shakes her head.

"That was the most cruel way to handle that, Dean." She scolds, hurrying out of the room after Emily.

Well, Dean screwed up. Again. It'd be too easy for them if I didn't throw in a little twist or two! You'll just have to stick around to see what happens next!

Also, sorry for the lack of content. I moved. Again. And I got a severe bout of insomnia, and depression. Things just were crazy and hectic. Anyway! Please enjoy, and I will try to have the next chapter written and up soon. Love you all, my fabulous readers! Remember, my inbox is always open.

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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part Seven

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Warning(s): Cussing, insecurities, sexual harassment

Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

Taglist: @blackeyedangel9805 ​ @heythereamigodude ​ @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo @seppys-return-to-madness  @jaylarkson

A/N: Please let me know throw my INBOX if you want to be tagged. Too many are commenting on the stories, it's making it hard to keep up!

~3rd POV~

Emily hardly comes out of her room anymore, when she does, it's only to cook, eat, use the bathroom, or grab more books from the library. Even then, it's only when she knows that Dean isn't in the library, that she enters it. Today, she's sitting at one of the tables, pouring over a book with immense interest, not paying attention to the bunker around her. She hears footsteps, automatically assuming that it's Sam, she straightens her back a bit with excitement bouncing in her legs. "I found something, Sam!" She crows. "It might be the way I got here, and maybe even the way I get home!" Her head snaps up as her smile stretches, only to fall as Dean is frozen a few feet from her, staring at her with hurt and anxiety in his eyes. "Oh. I-I thought that you were Sam." She stammers out, snatching up the book as she stands, tucking her head into her chest as she hugs the book tight, walking out of the library in a hurry.

"Emily," She freezes as he calls her name right as she reaches the doorway, pressing her eyes closed with a sigh. "I'm sorry." She sighs as she turns to face him, a false smile slapped on her lips.

"It's alright, Dean. I'm used to being unwanted and unloved. Don't let someone so useless be a cause of distress." She states, before continuing on her way back to the room, where she slams the door. It echoed as a thud in his chest, causing him to press his hands against his eyes, rubbing them as they sting bitterly. He needs a drink. Grabbing the keys to the Impala, he lets Sam know that he's going out, before he leaves the Bunker to drive to the nearest bar. Meanwhile, Emily is sitting on her bed with tears falling down her face, landing on the old book in her lap, staining the pages as she struggles to keep her sobs quiet and her breath from from becoming frantic. The mere thought of being unwanted again, hurts. Was it too much to ask for someone to care about her? Was it too fucking much for her to be loved? She wants to be happy, but it seems like every time she starts to get a new hold on happiness, something ruins it. Smothers it. Breaks her. How long can she hold out for that happiness? Was she so unloveable?

"Emily?" Sam's voice calls from the other side of the door, causing her to suck in a quiet breath, sniffling as she wipes her face, and forces herself to maintain the illusion that she's fine. That she has been crying the last few days. "Are you alright?" Sam asks, causing her to swallow thickly as tears bud in her eyes once more. How many times has she ever honestly been asked that? "Look, I-I need to talk to you. It's important."

"Come in, Sam." She calls as she wipes her cheeks and eyes once again, snapping the book shut to hide the tear stained pages. The door slowly opens as she looks up with a forced smile, at Sam. "What's up?"

"Emily..." Sam sighs as he scratches his chin through the scruff on his face, before he walks over to squat before her. "I'm just going to come out and say this. I've always known a way to get you home." His words causing her to gasp, eyes wide as she blinks I surprise.

"I-I... You what?" She swallows thickly. "What do you mean? How could you possibly know that?!"

"I met a Wicca, during my time away from Dean when he was a demon. Her name is Jade, and we uh... Kept in contact. After awhile, I noticed that Dean was... uh, not okay. He was depressed, moody, kept to himself. He started showing dangerous signs, and I needed to do something about it."

"Sam," Emily shakes her head in confusion. "what does that have to do with me? With my getting home?"

"Jade... she'd met Dean before and they got along pretty well, but she saw the differences. So, we worked together to come up with a plan to get Dean out of his slump. Nothing worked. But, I thought, if Dean had someone to pull him out of his slump. Someone he could protect and cherish... then maybe he'd feel better." Emily's eyes widen.

"You brought me here? Sam, how could you do that?! All big magic, even good, has it's prices!" She cries as Sam takes her hands in his.

"Listen, listen, Jade called in a few favors to make sure nothing bad would happen!"

"Why?!" Emily starts to cry softly. "Why me, then? You could've brought anyone in the world here. Why me?! I'm useless, and dumb, an-and Dean hates me! Why me?!" She sobs as Sam sighs, pulling her into his arms, holding her close.

"Because the spell, required not only someone of great strength on the other side, to attach to. But, they had to be the soulmate of the person the spell was cast for." Emily jerks back, out of Sam's arms, like she's been stung, her eyes wide as he pets her hair.

"A-Are you seriously saying that I am..."

"Dean's soulmate." Sam explains carefully. Causing her to choke on a sob, carding her fingers through her hair as she looks up at Sam once more, before ducking her head in thought as she wipes her eyes.

"That's... Impossible. There's no such thing as Soulmates!" She shouts, standing up as the book, in her lap, flutters to the floor, and she starts to pace, taking deep and calming breathes. "Even if there is, wouldn't there be some kind of sign? A matching tattoo? Words on our skin? An-"

"Unexplainable instant attraction to each other?" Sam points out, causing her to jerk to a stop, gaping at him as her eyes widen.

"I-I... I need a drink." She states, causing Sam to chuckle.

"We can go to the bar, if that'll help. Just you and me." He says, causing herbto swallow thickly, then nod.

"Yeah." Her hands tug at her large plaid shirt, the one that Dean have her, and she never returned. "Yeah, just let me shower and change." Sam stands up, walking past her to pat her shoulder. He smiles down at her before he walks out, and she takes a deep breath. After her shower, she throws on a pair of jeans cutoff shorts, and a black tank top, shrugging on another plaid buttondown of Dean's, and some black high heel boots, leaving her red curls wild and free. Leaving the bunker with Sam, she's quiet in the front seat of the car, unaware of the plot the Sam unravelled at her words, he just hopes it goes at planned.

Pulling up to the bar, Sam parks the car as she climbs out, the two of them entering the establishment as her eyes travel around the dingy room. The place is full of waitresses wearing croptops and short shorts, carrying trays of beer and other beverages, and Bikers and their women, construction workers on their break, it's mild for being about 5 o'clock in the afternoon. "I'm going to go grab us a table, you get our drinks?" Sam asks, causing her to nod.

"Yeah yeah, sure."

"Just a beer for me." He hands her a bundle full of money, walking away as she listens to the music, swaying and swerving through the crowd, before getting to the bar.

"What can I getcha, sweet thing?" The bartender asks, her eyes trailing Emily's body with an appraising look, a smirk on her face.

"A beer and a shot of straight vodka." Emily replies, before pausing as she counts the money in her hand. "And a Sprite." She adds, before handing it to the bartender, who nods and smiles at her.

"Sure thing, sweetie." She moves quick, sending flirty winks and smiles Emily's way, while filling her order as she chats up other patrons of the bar. She hears loud, obnoxious, giggling behind her which causes her to roll her eyes, turning with her drinks in hand as she eyes the blonde who is giggling as she appears in her sight. As one of Bikers moves from her view, the man who the giggling blonde is clinging to, appears, and Emily's stomach drops as her chest starts to ache. Dean is leaning the girl over the pool table, adjusting her hands on the pool stick, but the blonde obviously isn't paying attention to the 'lesson' as she smiles at Dean. Emily's hands shake slightly as she stalks over to Sam, setting the drinks down, only to slam back the vodka, chasing the bitter sting of it with her Sprite.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam asks as she huffs, slumping down in the booth.

"There are tons of bars in town, how did we end up in the same one as him?" She points out, shooting a look over to Dean and the blonde, their position gives her a perfect view of the blonde's hand caressing Dean's thigh, causing Emily to rip her gaze away. "I need something stronger." She stands once more, shrugging off the plaid buttondown that she now realizes was practically a calling card, that she was Dean's, a collar of sorts. Stalking over to the bar, a new bar tender greets her, his hungry eyes trailing her up and down.

"What can I do for you, honey?" He purrs as she smiles at him, feeling a tingling warm zip through her from the attention of the opposite gender that is showing interest in her. Not that she has anything with people with other sexual preferences, more power to them, but she wasn't interested in anyone but guys.

"Can I have a glass of Blue Lagoon?" He nods. "The biggest glass that you can. Please." She reaches for the money in her pocket.

"No need, it's on the house for beauties like you." He winks at her, causing her to blush and give a soft smile back. It feels wrong, accepting the flirting, but at least she's not the one bending another person over a table, even at the excuse of "being helpful". Pulling out a five, she shoves it in the top jar as the bartender hands her the drink. "Maybe I shouldn't have been so fast. That way I could enjoy your company more." He says.

"Well, unfortunately, it's too late, and I have a policy about making others wait." She bites her lip, before she takes a deep drink after stirring it. "But, maybe if you stick around for a while, I'll be back, Travis." She says as soon as she eyes his nametag, and he smirks as she turns to walk away, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor as she cross to the booth, dropping onto her side.

"Were you just flirting? With the bartender?" Sam asks, causing her to nod as she takes another drink. "Unbelievable." He scoffs as he shakes his head, and she slams her glass down with a hard rattle.

"No, what's unbelievable is you and your brother! You knew why I was here!"

"Dean doesn't know."

"Which makes it that much worse, Sam. I've been here for almost three months, and you said nothing! I've spent my nights having panic attack and crying my eyes out, because you didn't bother to even ask, before ripping me out of my world. You just did it!" She cards her fingers through her hair, hands rubbing her eyes. "You drop this bombshell on me, and expect me to change my life! Look at Dean! Look at him!" She gestures towards the blonde grinding against Dean as they dance. "He's not going to change! Why should I subject myself to a life of waiting? Of worrying of he's ever gonna come back? Or wondering if he can just be faithful!"

"Emily-"

"He doesn't even know I'm here! He's too worried about Fucking some random Bimbo, rather than looking around him." She let's out a tired sigh as her voice breaks, and she pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'm tired, Sam. I want to be wanted, to be loved. I can't do that, if I stay in this world." She states, taking a large guzzle of her drink, before she stands. "I need to use the restroom." She stalks off as Sam frowns, staring after her until she disappears from sight, and his eyes swing around the Dean as he's pressed against the blonde on the dancefloor.

Standing in front of the mirror I the bathroom, she is unable to see past the scars and moles that dot her skin, each one is like a Siren, screaming at her, saying "I'm here! You can't get rid of me! Nobody will love you with me!" and it's crushing her insides because of it. Taking a deep breath, she brushes a stray lock from her eyes, and walks out of the bathroom. "Hey," Her eyes snap up to see the bartender, Travis, pushing off the wall at her approach. "I'm on break, wanna dance?" He holds out his hand to her in an offer, which she hesitates before she takes it.

"Yeah, thanks." He just chuckles as he practically drags her to the dancefloor, and steps close to her. "Hey, not too close." She steps back a bit as he places a hand on her waist, and they start to sway.

"So, you know my name, do I get yours?" He asks as she shakes her head. It feels wrong to dance with him, not to mention that he gives her a bad feeling.

"Emily." She answers as they continue to circle the outer dancefloor, her eyes easily picking out Dean and his newest Bimbo in the crowd.

"Why do you look so sad, Emily?" He glances in the same direction, before smirking at her. "Ah, guy trouble? Did he leave you, for her?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but no. We're not together, and there is no "trouble" with any guy." She retorts, possibly a little too sharply. Travis just smirks as he spins her around, pulling her close, a little closer than comfortable, causing her to press against his chest to put room between them once again. "Not so close." She snips, and his grin turns lecherous as he spins her out, yanking her back to him, and grinds against her ass. "Hey, stop!" She barks, attempting to pull away as his hands fall to her waist, holding her in a bruising grip. "That hurts! Travis, let me go!" She struggles to get away as his grip tightens, and she let's out a cry.

"Go ahead and try to escape, you're just gonna make it all the more savory when you cry out for me later." He snarls with his face pressed to her ear.

"Let me go!" She shouts, suddenly she's yanked from the bartender's grasp, tucked into the person's warm side, causing her to look up at him as she quakes, seeing Dean seething as he glares at the bartender.

"She said 'let go' that means let go." He practically growls, arm around her waist, careful of the marks that she's sure that are developing on her flesh. Travis glares at Dean, grabbing him by the collar of his flannel.

"Hey, why don't you mind your own business? Go back to your little tramp, and let some other guys have some fun." Travis snarls in his face as Sam comes over, and Dean just shoots his brother a glance, before he hands Emily off to him. Travis smirks as Dean caresses her red locks, before he turns around and decks the bartender across the face.

"Oh my God!" Emily cries out as Travis wheels around, clutching his face as Dean grabs her wrist, tugging her towards the door. Travis isn't content to let it go though, he charges into the hunter, slamming into his back to knock him out the door, Dean's grip on Emily's wrist vanishes, before he brings her down to the ground as well. She manages to catch herself as she stumbles into the parking lot after them, fists are flying, they're rolling across the ground, it's all a blur as other people start to run out, the bouncers are even attempting to break up the fight. "Dean! Dean stop!" She shouts as they roll across the ground, landing punches. "Stop it!" She lunges at them, arms closing around Dean's chest as he prepares to punch the bartender, sitting astride the other man's chest as Dean heaves for air. "Stop. Just stop. Please." She whispers in his air as Travis glares up at them as the bouncers step in.

"Are you alright?" Dean asks as he stands, he cups her face as he rests his forehead against her's, and she let's out a shuttering breath as she nods. "You sure?" His voice is deep, shaking a bit, and she realizes that so are his hands that are now both on either side of her face.

"Mhm." She nods, softly taking his hands in her own, caressing the broken skin with sad eyes. "Let's go home."

"Yeah. Let's." He wraps an arm around her waist, and directs her over to the car, Sam is already on the way to the Bunker by the time Dean finds it in him to let go over her waist, and let her get in the car. It's been a long night.

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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 1

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Word Count: 2,460

Warning(s): Cussing

Summary: It’s every fan-girl's dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

I've always been different, an outcast, a loner, preferring books and fantasy over the harsh reality of rude people, and nasty worldly events, an escape I've chosen from my schooling, when others looked down upon me, cut me to the quick, and betrayed me on more than one occasion. I'd never expected to find comfort in the arms of the Supernatural world, both the show and the actual creatures. But Jensen, Misha, and Jared’s goofy escapades on set make me laugh on dark days, as Dean, Sam, and Castiel’s days fill my life with thrill, adventure, and on days I need to cry, the ability to do so. Supernatural slowly became my life, filling my lonely days and nights with a brightness I missed and love.

“Alright alright!” I laugh, leaning back on my couch with one arm outstretched away from myself and the slobbery black and white pitbull laying on me, licking my face and pawing at me in an attempt to get to my ice cream, her flabby ears slapping the sides of her head as she leans up on the couch, shaking her head at her Mistress’s words. Slowly sitting up, the pitbull licks her chops, one blue and one brown eye watching my movements as I take a large bite of my dripping vanilla ice cream sandwich, before giving the rest to the pitbull. “No more, Daisy.” I find myself giggling, patting Daisy on the head as she chomps on her ice cream. “Good girl. Now what?” I ask, standing to run my fingers through my hair, glancing around my tiny apartment. “Supernatural time?” I ask, causing Daisy to perk up, huffing at me as she hops off the couch, leading me to the bedroom, and I give a laugh in response. “I swear, I’ve never seen a dog more excited about a TV show.” I mutter to myself as I grab my glasses from the coffee table, following the dog into my room while I slide them on, tugging at my white tanktop down.

Daisy is in her spot at the foot of my bed, head on her paws, looking at the TV as I turn on my TV, grabbing my firestick remote as I pass my dresser, climbing into bed, pulling down the legs to my plain black pajama pants. Flipping through the shows, I pick Supernatural, going to my season and episode (Season 5 Episode 9- I've restarted it), turning it on as I set my remote to the side, tucking my feet up underneath myself as I grab a pillow to clutch between my arms. It’s not long after the beginning of the episode, my eyelids start to weigh me down, my head nodding in my exhaustion, before I finally relent, falling into a cumbersome sleep, a slight pounding starting in my head.

It’s cold. Is my first thought when I finally start to fade in consciousness, shivers racking my body as I reach for a blanket, my hand falling on empty air as I bolt upright, eyes wide as I look around, blinking owlishly at my surroundings. Trees and dirt and sticks and leafs and… THE BUNKER?! No mistaking it, that was most definitely the Impala sitting in front of brick front and metal doors. Another shiver runs down my back as I grip my arms tight, for a different reason than the cold this time. Climbing to my feet, I glance both ways down the street, before crossing the way, pausing only to look at Baby, my hands clenched tight to my sides so I don’t touch it. “Who are you?” I jump, spinning around to stare at the scruffy looking man in a suit and overcoat, mouth dropping into a gape. “I’ll ask again.” He warns, an angel blade slipping from his sleeve as he steps closer. “Who. Are. You?” He demands, continuing to stalk forward, causing me to scramble back, hands lifted in the universal sign of ‘I mean no harm’.

“W-Wait!” I squeak as I stumble over my feet, falling into the mud below me with a ‘oomph’ of air, hands still raised. “Please!” He pauses as I swallow thickly, glancing sheepishly at him. “I-I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be here.”

“That doesn’t matter. Tell me who you are!” He demands, watching me with skeptical eyes.

“Please, Castiel.” He freezes as his name escapes my lips. “M-My name is Emily Wright.” He tilts his head at me. “I don’t think- No, I know.” I clear my throat, looking up at him. “I’m not from this realm.” He watches me for a moment, before putting the angel blade away, and squatting before me, eyes boring into my own, before he holds his hand out to me.

“You seem to think you’re telling the truth.” He says as I eye his hand, hesitantly reaching out to grab it, before he tightens his grip on my wrist, hefting me to my feet as he pulls a flask out of his pocket, and I eye it as he lets me go, taking the top off.

“What is that?” He glances at me, before splashing me with some of the liquid in it, causing me to grimace, my entire front now wet, and my tanktop sticking to my chest. “Castiel!” He frowns as I cover my front, the white material completely see through now.

“I was testing to see if you were a demon.” He states, causing me to roll my eyes, huffing as my shivers worsen. “Here.” He shucks his coat off, handing it to me, causing me to turn away, pulling it on, and as I turn back to him, he chucks something at me. Pebbles slide down my skin, and fall to the ground as I press my lips to a firm line, raising an eyebrow at him, like ‘really?’.

“Did you seriously just throw salt at me?” He blinks. “It got into my mouth, that was gross.” I point out, causing him to frown, before he grabs my shoulder. “I’m not a demon. Not that you’ll listen.” He shakes his head, directing me into the Bunker. “Wait, Castiel, I-This isn’t a good idea! I just want to go home! No need to involve Sam or Dean.” He glances at me as he drags me through the door to the Bunker. “W-wait Castiel, please I- Oh wow!” I gasp, looking around, my eyes never settle on more than one thing at a time, head whipping around to take in everything that I can. Suddenly, I’m forced into a seat, causing me to look up at the Angel of the Lord, before looking around. The library! My mind supplies as I glance at all the books, just itching to get up and start digging through them.

“Uh… Cas, who is this?” My eyes wide as my head snaps in the direction of the question, seeing Sam and Dean Winchester sitting across from me at the table.

“And why is she wearing your coat?” Dean asks, smirking as he eats fry from the bag in front of him. “Something you need to tell us? Are we gonna have little Nephilim babies running around the bunker?”

“Wait what?!” I jump at his question, snapping from my reverie as heat burns my cheeks. “No, he threw Holy Water at me, and it soaked my shirt. Wearing white and water is not a good combination.”

“Ah… Wet T-shirt. Cas, you perv.” Dean chuckles, causing the Angel to shake his head.

“This is Emily.” He says, causing the boys to glance at me, before looking at Castiel.

“What’s the punchline?” Dean asks, but a set of swords catch my eye, causing me to get up, to walk over to look at them, when a hand catches my elbow, spinning me back around, and planting me right back into the chair.

“Are you kidding me? Castiel, I’m not a demon!” He eyes me as I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “I just want to look! I mean I’m in The Men of Letters Bunker! Home of The Winchesters!” Dean and Sam eye me at that.

“How do you know our names, or what this place is?” Sam asks, causing Castiel to growl in annoyance.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you guys. She claims she knows all of these things, and that she’s not from our realm.” Castiel explains as Dean and Sam watch me for a minute.

“You’re a show.” I explain, shrugging as the boys exchange looks, before realization sparks in Sam’s eyes.

“You mean that Supernatural show?” Sam asks, causing Dean to snort.

“Yeah, sure Sammy.” Dean asks with a chuckle, before pausing to look at me once I don’t deny it. “Wait, seriously?” I nod. “Man, when’re we gonna ditch that? It’s lame!”

“It’s been on for like 14 years. Obviously it’s not that lame.” He pauses at my remark, the chill of the Bunker is starting to seep through the coat, and I start to shiver. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude. But, could I get a shirt? I’m fucking cold.” The three of them exchange looks, as if having a silent conversation as I let out a soft sneeze, causing Dean to burst out laughing.

“What was that? Are you a cat?” He jokes, standing as I duck my head, blushing. “Come on, I’ll get you a shirt you can change into.” I slowly stand, glancing at Castiel, who lets me go as I follow the oldest Winchester from the library, towards his room.

“Hmm… I’m guessing Plaid.” I state as I drop onto his bed once we enter his room, he shoots me a grin as he pulls out a plaid shirt, tossing it to me. “Oh, looks like I was right.” He shakes his head I stand, walking over to his bathroom, shedding Castiel’s coat right outside the door, before closing the door behind me. It’s a quick switch, before I step out, gripping my tanktop in one hand, before sweeping up Castiel’s coat in the other, while Dean watches me from across the room.

“I’ll show you where the laundry room is. That way you can wash and dry your top.” He explains as fold Castiel’s coat in half, draping the long khaki coat over an arm.

“You know, most of the time, I forget this coat can even come off of him.” I joke as Dean chuckles, leading the way to the laundry.

“Believe me, I feel the same way sometimes.” He says as I toss my shirt in the washer, before following him back to the library. “Alright, so you’re from a realm where we’re on that dumb Supernatural show.”

“It’s not dumb!” I snap at him, causing the three of them to look as me as I sink down into the chair I previously occupied. “It saved my life, if that’s dumb, then maybe I should be dead.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asks, causing me to sigh, shaking my head.

“Never mind. It doesn’t matter.” He eyes me warily for a moment.

“What do you remember before you came here?” Sam asks, causing me to hum in thought.

“I had just sat down with Daisy, my dog, to watch an episode of Supernatural, and about 5 minutes in, I started getting tired. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep. I remember having a bit of a headache, which made my sleep a bit troubled. Then I woke up across the street from here.” They all think over my words in silence, while I play with the top button of the button down that Dean had given me to wear.

“So… Any ideas?” Dean asks his best friend and his brother.

“It would be different than how you were taken to my realm.” I point out, causing them to look at me. “At least, I think. Because, I live alone, and I don’t have any of the supplies that Balthazar had used to create the portal to my realm.” I shake my head. “I also don’t know anyone with abilities to make such a portal, let alone supply me with the ingredients needed to make one. So, that narrows that option down, considerably.” Sam and Dean look at me seriously for a minute.

“That would only leave few here, who could bring you over.” Castiel points out, causing me to look at him.

“Uh… Maybe they thought that… I could be of some assistance here?” I offer softly.

“Or someone thinks you’re of value, and brought you to us to keep you safe.” Dean offers, causing my breath to hitch, the though of being in danger hadn’t cross my mind before now. Things were dangerous here. More than my own realm.

“W-What if-” I bite my bottom lip, worrying at it as I brush my fingers through my soft red locks. “What if I was in danger in my world, and the only way to keep me safe was to bring me here?”

“Did you feel in danger, in your world?” Sam asks.

“Well…” I remember just the other day when I was walking home, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and my skin prickled. Later I came home to find the door unlocked, and Daisy, my strong and fearless Pitbull, was hiding under the bed in my room. Nothing was taken, or out of place, but the balcony doors had bee pushed open, as if by the wind. “I mean… there were only a few incidents. But, I thought that they were normal- My apartment wasn’t the only one broken into that day, even though nothing was missing from any of them.”

“I think someone was trying to ambush you, and broke into other apartments to look like it was just a random robbery.” Sam points out, causing me to frown, looking down as I worry at my bottom lip some more.

“We’ll look into this. How you got here, if you’re in any danger. All of it.” Dean says, standing from his seat. “In the mean time, you’ll stay with us, either in the Bunker, or on a hunt.”

“A hunt? Are you kidding me?!” The two of them look at me in confusion. “I’ve shot maybe three guns in my life, and while I get called Annie Oakley, the targets weren’t moving! I’ve got no experience with these sort of things!” Dean rolls his eyes.

“We’ll teach you.” Dean explains, causing me to pause, the idea of his arms around me, holding me tight as I lean against his chest, and he teaches me how to grip the gun, causing me to duck my head, blushing. I’ve always been a Dean Girl- this is just a dream come true. Oh boy.

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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 4

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Word Count: 1,723

Warning(s): Cussing, Suggestive Thoughts.

Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

Taglist: @sillydecoy @blackeyedangel9805​ @heythereamigodude​ @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo @seppys-return-to-madness

"Do I have to?" I whine as I sit on the bed in the motel, a bag that Sam dropped into my lap is parted slightly, revealing a severe object of ire.

"Sorry, Sweetheart, but the place we need into is holding some fancy gala this evening, and we gotta be back to the Bunker by tomorrow. No choice of waiting for tonight." Dean answers as he adjusts his belt, a white long sleeve tucked in to his pants.

"Fine," I sigh, shaking my head. "I just don't get why we have to be the distraction, why can't you two go as the distraction while I steal the artifact. It's the 21st century after all."

"Because, Emily, you haven't stolen anything before, Dean and I have. Just you by yourself won't be much of a success." Sam responds, causing me to huff, scrunching my nose at the giant while he does the same in retaliation. Standing, I look in the bag with a look of disgust, before glaring at the two of them.

"Dean, you have a shirt tail sticking out of your zipper." I point out, causing his hands to fall to his pants as I duck into the bathroom with a smirk.

"Very funny, Sweetheart!" Dean calls as I start to close the door.

"I thought so!" I retaliate, locking the door before I strip, showering and shaving before I towel off, and slip into the long, shimmering midnight blue dress, zipping it up. The slit on the right side of the gown makes it easier to move, but also makes me feel a bit chilly. Curling my hair, I throw it up in a ponytail, before doing my makeup, and slipping on the costume diamond necklace, grabbing the earrings as Sam knocks on the door.

"Emily, I need to use the bathroom, are almost done?" Letting out a sigh, I open the door to see Sam standing there, his eyes widen as he gapes at me.

"You can use it." I gesture as I enter the room, glancing around. "Where's Dean?"

"Forging you two invitations to the Gala." He answers, closing the door as I hook the earrings in my ears, before I pull on the strappy silver heels that the boys got me, and stand from the mattress, brushing the skirt free of wrinkles. A swift glance in the nearby mirror reveal a near stranger, in blue and diamonds, the dress has a silver neckline that circles my throat, then comes down my chest to the top of the sleeveless gown.

"So, I doubt they'll be able to tell these are fake, Sammy, but maybe you-" I turn as Dean comes into the room, shirt nice, clean, and crisp, pants are dirt free, and he has his bow-tie slightly crooked, foregoing the jacket for the time being. His fanfiction green eyes are upon my face, smiling as I bite my lip nervously as I glance away.

"It's not really... me, is it?" I ask, looking back as him as he rakes his eyes down my figure, smirk on his face widens into a true smile.

"Sweetheart," Dean drops the papers in his hand on one of the two beds as he grabs one of my hands, looking me in the eye as he reaches up to brush a curl away from my eye to behind my ear. "I am honestly not sure if my words would be enough to describe your beauty." He answers, causing me to blush, ducking my head as he cups my cheek with one hand, tilting my head back up as he looks into my eyes. "You are so gorgeous." He says as I suck in a sharp breath, the emotions swirling in his eyes are undefinable, the hammering of my heart against my ribcage aches, and the electrical zaps that are passing between the touch of our skin is dizzying.

"Ahem!" I jump in surprise as Dean steps away, his hand dropping from my face as Sam leans against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. I can feel the heat from Dean's touch lingering on my skin as Sam raises his eyebrows. "Ready to go?" He asks, causing me to meekly nod my head as Dean huffs at his younger brother.

"Yeah, let's get this over with." He grabs his jacket, shrugging it on as I tuck the invitations into my silver purse, and grab Dean's arm to turn him to me, he looks at me in confusion as I straighten and tighten his bowtie, patting him on the chest in a friendly manner.

"Bowties aren't much different than regular ties, Dean. It's beneficial to have knowledge to tie them both." He blinks down at me as I smile at him. "Otherwise you'll end up failing clown school." I joke, causing him to gape at me as Sam chokes on his laughter behind us. "Let's go."

"Right." Dean says as we start towards the Impala.

"Chewie!" I call as we get closer to the car.

"Ah, come on!" Sam groans as I turn to glare at him.

"I called it. I'm the one walking in vampire stakes with a strong possibility of falling over them at any moment, and in a dress, which by the way it horrible. I've earned it." Sam swallows thickly as Dean chuckles, opening the door for me, before I slip inside the car, leaning my head against the seat as I close my eyes for a moment. Reveling in the silence and the relief at getting off my feet for a moment.

~3rd POV~

Later on in the night, Dean is rushing Emily from the car, her entire body is limp in his arms, head on his chest as Sam follows, flipping through the pages of a book her found. "Come on, Sweetheart," Dean growls as Sam swings the hotel door open, and Dean sweeps Emily's limp body into his arms bridal style, her arm wrapped loose around his neck, he swings into the room, laying her on the queen sized bed, with a soft caress to her forehead, touch lingering on the furrow of her brow. "Anything Sammy?" He asks, pulling the blanket of the bed over her slumbering figure, before turning to his brother, who has a hand over his mouth.

"So, get this... The creature that attacked her is an incubus, the feed on the sexual energy and acts of their opposite gender. Their female counterpart is called a Succubus, and she does the same. There are multiple stories, some depictions are of beautiful otherworldly men and women, seducing someone into being their lover, and killing them within a single kiss." Sam shakes his head, as though amazed.

"Killing it, Sam! How do we kill it? Or wake her up? Or-Or anything." Sam's eyes drift to his anxious brother, before floating to the girl on the bed. She'd been taken before either of them could get to her for help, the plan to use her as bait had gone all too well.

"Well, she's trapped in a night terror. At least until he either releases her himself, does... the deed with her, or we kill him." Sam responds, eyes on his brother, taking in the slightest twitch, the spasming in his muscles as he stiffens, before relaxes.

"What do we need?" Dean asks.

"Get this... A piece of the plank of the Titanic- the wreckage, dipped in virginal blood." Sam answers, causing Dean to blink as Cas appears in the motel, eyes automatically going to Emily on the bed.

"I've been trying to reach you all." Castiel grumps.

"Not now, Cas." Dean waves the angel away. "We need to kill an Incubus, and we don't have the means to do it."

"That's why I was trying to reach you. The wrapped item you stole tonight, Sam?" He turns to them. "It's a plank from the ship- it's what you need." He explains.

"The Virgin blood? We're just supposed to walk up to people and ask if they're virgins?" Sam asks.

"We could always become born-again virgins again." Dean states, and Castiel sighs.

"You needn't do either, you got a virgin in this room." Castiel points out.

"Uh, Cas? You had sex," Dean points out. "with a reaper."

"Not me!" Castiel snaps, gesturing to the sleeping girl, causing Dean's eyes to widen and Sam chokes.

"No, you mean-?" Dean pauses, glancing at her, before looking at Castiel. "N-No way, seriously?"

"Yes, the woman who you intend to court is in fact infallibly a virgin." Castiel answers, causing Dean to swallow thickly.

"G-Good to know." Dean murmurs, looking away. "But, just taking her blood is wrong."

"Dean, we can't exactly ask, can we?" Sam sighs, causing the brothers to glare at each other. While they are distracted, Castiel grabs a nearby knife, walking over to the glamoured woman, but before he can cut her, Dean is jumping between them, and Sam has Castiel’s arms behind his back, the twisting makes him drop the knife.

 “We’ll find another way!” Dean growls, arms spread out wide. “One that doesn’t involve injuring someone who has no way to fight back.” Dean snaps, causing Castiel’s eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

 “How?” The Angel asks, causing Dean to swallow.

 “Did you find anything else?” Dean practically begs his brother, causing the taller man to swallow thickly.

 “One. She has to break the glamour herself. Break out of the spell casted.” Sam answers, causing Dean to glance back at the girl, then to Sam and Castiel.

 “She can do that, but not alone. She doesn’t even know what’s going on.” Dean says, causing Sam to sigh.

 “I know, which is why killing the incubus would work better.” Sam responds.

 “We could always send someone’s subconscious into her mind.” The two of them look at the Angel. “It would be a way to tell her what’s going on and help her fight through it. An incubus locks one in their worst nightmares.”

 “How do we do it?” Sam asks.

 “We will need... a spell.” Castiel answers. “How do we decide who should go?”

 “I’ll go.” Dean answers firm.

 “Dean-”

 “Hush Sammy, this is my fault for not looking out for her, it’s my job to get her out of this.” Dean answers, rolling his shoulders. “Besides, she trusts me.”

 “Then lets get started.”

AN: I know the killing an incubus thing isn’t accurate, but I went with it anyway. Enjoy!

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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 2

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Word Count: 1,796

Warning(s): Cussing, Suggestive Thoughts

Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

Taglist: @sillydecoy @blackeyedangel9805 @heythereamigodude

 Sitting on the table in the kitchen, I swing my pajama clad legs, watching Dean Winchester as he flips an omelet, my eyes trailing over his bare back, taking in the rippling muscles as he moves, cooking with a speediness that only a professional chef could match. Crossing my arms over my chest, I clench my hands into fists to keep from touching him, my inner fan-girl going rabid for the chance. “So it’s been a week since you’ve been here. We don’t know anything about you.” Dean points out, snapping me from my reverie as I bite my bottom lip, thinking on his words.

 “Well, what would you like to know?” I ask, causing him to turn to the table I’m on, the pan in his hand as he scrapes the omelet onto a plate, sprinkling some cheese on top with the rest of the bacon that he’d cooked, before sticking a fork in it, to hand it to me.

 “What do you do in your world?” He asks as soon as I taken a bite of the omelet, the bacon, cheese, sausage, mushrooms, and tomatoes each bring a singular burst of flavor, before coming together in a cohesive song, the taste causing me to hum.

 “This is really good.” I point out, sawing another bite off, while Dean chuckles. “I actually work as a Writer for my local Newspaper. It doesn’t pay much, the boss is perverted, and the hours suck, but I can pay my rent, utilities, and get food for myself and Daisy, so I’m not much for protesting.” I explain, causing him to nod.

 “What do you write? Sports? Obituaries?” He inquires as he leans against the table next to me, crossing his arms over his chest, making the muscles bludge, rendering me silent for a minute as I swallow thickly. Don’t think about them! Don’t. Too late. Good Chuck! I’d love those arms wrapped around my waist, or his fingers around my thighs. Mm. “Emily?” I jump at his voice, his hand resting on my shoulder, causing me to blush.

 “Eheh.” I give a nervous laugh. “Uh, no.” I remember his question now. “I actually write for the Dear Abby column. It’s an advice column, whether it’s about romance, or school, or family, I’m your gal.” I explain, causing Dean to nod, humming in thought as I shovel a couple more bites into my mouth.

 “So, if I wrote to you about a fight between Sam and I, you’d be able to give advice?” Dean asks.

 “Or, about a person you want to woo. Moving out on your own. Getting a dog. Basically anything you have questions for, if I chose your letter, I’d have to come up with advice for.” I explain, causing him to nod, understanding my words now. “It’s actually a lot harder than it sounds, actually. I have to be careful not to sound offensive to others reading the article, or give the advice that I’d given in the past, and that’s more difficult than you’d believe.”

 “Sounds like you enjoy writing.” He says, causing me to blush, smiling to myself.

 “Yeah. I’ve been working my way up to writing my own book. Making connections, talking with publishers, finding an editor who will take a chance on rookie with a pipedream.” I shake my head, spearing a mushroom with my fork, and popping it into my mouth. “And right now that’s all it is. Being an author is a very difficult job- just look at Chuck.”

 “Well, Chuck has a lot more going for him. Being a Prophet of God doesn’t seem that simple.” I pause at his words, stiffening as I realize that he doesn’t know! Ho-ly Chuck! I shovel the rest of the omelet into my mouth. “You done?” He asks, taking the plate before I can answer, causing me to watch as he takes it to the sink with the rest of the dishes, and I press off the table, hopping down to walk over to his side.

 “Let me help.” I state, causing him to glance at me, before shrugging.

 “You don’t have to.”

 “I want to.”

 “Alright, you rinse.” He says, causing me to nod, the two of us get to work washing, rinsing, and stacking the dishes. “Careful with this one.” He says, handing me a large plate, which I stick under the faucet, turning it on, only for water to spurt up, spraying the two of us as I let out a laugh and scream, flinching as Dean dives for the knob. “I said careful!” He smirks as I scowl at him, flinging a soaked arm at him, the water splashing him in the face, causing his face to fall, a serious look coming over it. “Oh that’s it. He grabs a cup of water flinging the liquid at me.

 “Dean Winchester, you are so dead!” I snarl, causing his eyes to widen, before he takes off through the kitchen and down the hall. Grabbing a bowl full of water, I give chase, following him throughout the Bunker, until we get to the library, where he dashes behind Sam. “Human shields won’t protect you!” I scream, dashing across the room, jumping onto the table. “Sorry Sam, he deserves this!” I splash the two of them with the water, Sam’s eyes widen as Dean stands, grabbing me around the waist as I let out a scream, laughing as he lifts me from the table, the bowl falls from my grasp as Dean chuckles spinning around. “Put me down! Put me down! Dean!” My voice pitches as it becomes harder to breath from laughing. “Dean!!!” He panics at my cry, setting me down as I take a gulp of breath, squatting down to wrap my around my knees.

 “You alright?” He asks, tone worried as I take a few more breathes.

 “S-Sorry. I couldn’t breath.” I explain, causing him to chuckle.

 “It’s alright,” He pats my back carefully, allowing me to take some deep breathes, before I sit up again. “you feel better?”

 “Too excited. Too much...” I smile at him. “I feel a lot better.” He helps me to my feet as Sam stands, clearing his throat.

 “Why don’t we get changed, and then start looking for a hunt?” Sam says, allowing me to glance at Dean, before smiling at his brother.

 “Time for something other than PJs.” I state, spinning around with a hop, before waltzing out of the library, into my room, not far from Dean��s. Dressing in a pair of jean and black short sleeve, pulling my red hair back into a ponytail before I tug on my combat boots. “Ready for the hunt for the hunt!” I call as I enter the library, Sam and Dean are on their laptops, when Dean hands me a book.

 “Lore studying.” He says, causing me to huff, dropping into a chair, flipping the book open with an annoyed sigh.

 “Lame.” I state, causing him to chuckle.

 “Well, Sweetheart, ya gotta start somewhere.” Dean answers.

 “When do we get to the guns?” He looks up at my question, before shaking his head.

 “Learning the lore will help further in hunts.” Sam answers.

 “I know about as much as you guys do. I’ve been watching Supernatural for ages.” I point out, causing Sam and Dean to exchange looks.

 “Why are you so interested in that show?” Sam asks, causing me to look right at him and Dean, before looking away.

 “Oh look! Werewolves!” I state, changing the subject, noticing out of the corner of my eye, that the two of them exchange looks of confusion. Leaning back in my chair, flipping through the book with a soft hum.

 “Uh... Emily-”

 “You can call me, Em.”

 “Uh, Em... You should know that you can talk to us. Anything from the past can be important to our investigation on how and why you came here.” Sam states, causing me to glance up, seeing the two of them looking at me in worry.

 “It’s... a bit personal.” I explain, causing Dean to press off the table, walking over to me. “W-What?”

 “Nothing.” He shakes his head, placing his hand on my head, causing my to look at him in confusion. “You stay here with Sam, I’m gonna do a food run.”

 “Ooh, Bacon Cheese burger with curly fries, and a vanilla milkshake please.” I squeak, causing Dean to eye me, before he chuckles.

 “Sure thing, Sweetheart.” He pats my head, before he glances at Sam. “Salad?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, and Sam nods. “Alright, be good.” He shoots me, before walking past Sam, patting his brother on the shoulder. “Keep an eye on her.”

 “Of course.” Sam nods, causing me to laugh.

 “I’m not that much trouble!” I call as he leaves the library, Sam chuckles as I turn back to my book, the front door shutting behind him.

 “He’s getting protective of you.” I glance over at Sam, who is scouring the web, eyes attentive despite the conversation he’s started. I grapple for a response, scanning the words in the book, before sighing as I close it, setting it on the table to look at the younger of the brothers.

 “I don’t need anyone to be protective of me.” He looks at me. “I’ve been through hell, Sam. Not like you, it’s not as bad as anything you and Dean have through, but I have a past too. It’s hell for me.” Swallowing thickly, I grip my arms to my chest, looking down. “I don’t need protection. Despite what you think.”

 “We’re going to be protective of you.” Sam says, causing me to frown. “It’s our responsibility to protect you. Dean... He takes these things seriously, even more than me. We’re worried about you.” He looks up at me finally. “We’re here to protect you. You can count on us, even if there are things that you don’t think you can tell us, believe me. We want to know. We want to protect you.” He explains.

 “You... hardly know me.” I murmur, bringing my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. “You can preach, and bleed, and sacrifice, and pep for each other, but... I’m just me. I’m alone.” I brush my locks from my face. “I don’t expect either of you, or even Cas, to do for me, what you do for each other. I’m willing to hold my own, fight back against the evil within me, or around me. To be strong for others and myself. It’s... on me.” Sam sighs, carding his fingers through his hair.

 “You may not expect it. But, you got it.” Sam grins. “Lets see you earn it.” I glance at him, before I feel a smile upon my lips.

 “You got it.”

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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part Five

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Word Count: 2,497

Warning(s): Cussing, Suggestive Implications, PTSD, Nightmares, Past-Abuse, Bad Memories, DEATH of minor-characters.

Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

Taglist: @sillydecoy @blackeyedangel9805​ @heythereamigodude​ @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo @seppys-return-to-madness @jaylarkson

   ~3rd POV~

 “That should be it.” Castiel says as Dean puts the last ingredient into the bowl, and Sam crushes the potion together with a pestle in the a mortal and pestle.

 “So, do I eat it?” Dean asks, eyeing the dry potion like he’s ready to swallow the whole thing if need be.

 “No, mix it with the chamomile tea,” Castiel answers.

 “Which is why you didn’t have us add the chamomile in the mortar.” Sam answers wisely.

 “Yes, the tea will allow Dean to drink the potion safely, and he must drink it all- it will put him directly to sleep, and allow his conscious to enter Emily’s mind.” Castiel looks to Dean. “Now remember, nothing you find in there is real. It cannot hurt you physically, though it may feel like it. Incubus are sneaky, they make the glamour thick- multiple layers, each dark, but you can just think of a weapon, and it should materialize. To Emily, everything will seem real, it’ll be your job to convince her otherwise. Protect her, but she must give the final blow to whatever has her trapped, in order for her to defeat it.”

 “Alright.” Dean nods as Sam hands him a cup, and he crosses to sit on the bed beside the young woman. “I’m coming in, Em. Sorry for the invasion of privacy.” He says, before downing the thick tea as fast as he can. Sam catches the cup in his hand as it goes slack, Dean falls back into the pillows and blankets, passing out with Emily’s hand in his own. Sam and Castiel exchange nervous looks, but neither says anything.

 Dean appears in the middle of a deserted road, rain pouring down around him as kids run through the yards, laughing and splashing through the puddles. Five feet away, standing on a porch, is a young girl that looks slightly familiar, her fire red locks are blowing in the rain-soaked wind, her trembling hand on the doorknob. Dean doesn’t seem to notice that the rain isn’t touching him as he jogs towards the girl, pausing on the bottom step of the porch, hand on the railing to get a better look. The house is nice, though lacking bear maintenance, not that the girl seems to mind, or notice, as she grips the knob in her hand tighter. Wait, she definitely is familiar. Dean thinks to himself, slowly reaching towards her. “Emily?” The girl whirls around, fright on her face.

 “W-Who are you? What do you want?!” She demands, causing Dean to frown, before Castiel’s instructions flash through his mind again, and he kneels before the red headed girl.

 “My name is Dean Winchester. Why are you outside in this weather?” He asks softly.

 “My mommy and daddy are fighting, so they sent me to grandma’s. But Grandma left for a vacation today, so I came home. Mommy and Daddy don’t like when I interrupt their fighting. They get angry.” Young Emily explains, causing Dean to nod.

 “Why don’t I go in with you? If they get angry, I can explain what happened to them.” Dean offers, causing the Young Emily to hesitate, slowly swallowing before she nods.

 “Okay, you don’t seem like a bad man, so you can help.” She grabs his finger to one tiny hand, pulling him along as she reaches to open the door. Suddenly adult Emily is walking up beside them, but the young Emily doesn’t seem to notice. She pauses at the door, causing Dean to look at her, and she swallows thickly, reaching for his hand.

 “I remember this day...” She murmurs softly, her grip tightens for a moment, before vanishing as she just walks through the heavy wood door- the memory continues, like it had been on pause the entire time, with Young Emily leading Dean inside to the living room. Dean recoils in horror at the blood stained walls and floor, two figures laying one over the other, on the counter, dead eyes staring at empty spaces, and mouths frozen open in horror. Young Emily screams as Adult Emily is sitting on the blood splattered floor, weeping with her arms covered in blood as Young Emily fades. “It’s all my fault... I killed them.” She sobs as Dean crosses over to her, kneeling beside her to take her hands from her face, hands cuffing her wrists.

 “This is a dream, Em. A nightmare.” Dean says soothingly. “This isn’t your fault, because you didn’t kill them.”

 “You don’t understand,” She shakes her head, staring up at the people on the counter. “they’re my parents. They didn’t even notice the murderer walking through the front door. I-If I had been back earlier-”

 “You would have died too. He likely was a robber, and made a mistake.” Dean promises, tears falling down her cheeks as Dean lifts her head by the chin. “You couldn’t have done anything.” She draws a sharp breath, looking around in confusion.

 “D-Dean?” She asks, voice weak and scared at the background fades, changing. Dean pulls her into his arms, holding her close.

 “It’s alright.” He says.

 “Dean, what’s going on? What happened to the party?” She asks, causing Dean to growl softly in his chest.

 “You got glamoured by an Incubus. You’re trapped in a nightmare dream realm.” Dean explains. “It makes you relive some of your worst memories until you die, or the incubus takes you.” He explains.

 “A-Am I doomed? Why are you here?” I ask, causing him to sigh.

 “The only ways to save you involve killing the Incubus, but we had to hurt you in order to do it, or get you to fight the glamour on your own.” He explains, causing her to frown, tightening her hold on his shirt. “We’ll have to face your nightmares together, and beat them.”

 “My m-memories.” She swallows, shaking in his arms at the idea.

 “Yes.” He answers softly, petting her hair, providing comfort as he can. “But, I’m here to help you. Nothing can hurt you, and I’m here to prove that.”

 “D-Dean, I’m not sure I can do this.” She explains sadly. “My life hasn’t exactly been joyful. I-I’m not exactly the cleanest person.”

 “I don’t care, sweetheart. You know I’ve got no reason to judge.” He answers, causing her to sniffle, looking up at him with tearful eyes. “Hey,” He caresses her cheek, trailing a soft thumb across her skin, wiping the tears away. “Emily, you know I’m not going to judge you. You know Sammy and I aren’t the cleanest people too, and we’re not going to cast you away. Ever.” He says, his voice rather dedicated as Emily sniffles, nodding with a sad, broken, smile.

 “Alright.” She murmurs, the background changes once more, a park materializing around them as Emily looks around, face going pale as her eyes land on a group of boys all clustered in a circle. Dean and Emily walk over as the memory starts to play.

 “Admit it! You killed your parents!” A boy, about 15, yells in a younger Emily’s face, she’s about 15 herself, she’s pale faced, with dark eyes, and all black clothes. “What’d you do? Drink their blood?” The kid, “Asshole” Dean decides to name him, shouts.

 “I didn’t do anything to them!” Teen Emily yells, the boys around them snicker.

 “You did. You killed them, and you liked it!” Asshole taunts, causing both Emilys to clench their fists. “Because you’re crazy! A kook! Insane!”

 “I am not!” Teen Emily shouts, causing Dean to growl as Asshole continues.

 “You are! You’re a wannabe vampire, crazy-ass crybaby.” Asshole shouts as the boy continues to shout. “And worse yet? You probably fuck any guy who asks.” With a growl, Teen Emily throws a punch, knocking Asshole clear on his ass, the guys all scrabble to grab Teen Emily as Asshole stands, she screams as they drag her to the lake, and Asshole shoves her head into the water, causing Dean to growl as Emily beside she chokes, water starts coming up out of her throat, dirty and dark, with mud.

 “Hey hey hey,” Dean grabs her shoulders, looking her in eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotion to be looking back at him. “it’s not real, this isn’t happening to you right now. Breath! Imagine it away!” He coaxes, brushing his fingers through her hair, and she takes a deep breath as he instructs, no water comes up, and as the two of them look back at the memories, Teen Emily is alone, straddling Asshole with her hands around his neck, squeezing tight.

 “S-Stop!” Emily shouts from beside Dean, fear in her eyes. “S-Stop it! You’ll kill him! Stop it! She screams, Dean swallows as tears bud in her eyes, before she takes a deep breath. “STOP IT!!!!” She screams in a shrill voice, the Teen Emily jumps, hands falling from his neck as her head snaps up, before she looks at the unconscious teen before her on the ground, before she shakily backs up, dashing away.

 “Did you kill him?” Dean asks as the scenery fades away, looking at Emily, who rubs her arms, looking at the ground.

 “I might as well have. I cut off the oxygen to his brain, by the time I was pulled off, the damage...” She looks ashamed, Dean doesn’t say anything this time, just reaching out to hold her hand. “I can feel it. This is the last one before the nightmare.” She warns.

 “I’ll be here.” Dean promises as the scenery around them changes into an apartment, and Dean can feel Emily stiffen beside him, his hand is practically being crushed in her’s as a figure comes flying into the coffee-table, the vase gets knocked off behind it. “What the fuck?” Dean asks as an older, but still younger, Emily slowly stands from the coffee-table, wiping blood from her nose as a man charges at her, backhanding her to the floor, kicking her repeatedly. The Emily beside Dean is frozen, completely locked up, with wide eyes, as the man, two times her size, kicks her repeatedly, shouting insults and threats, while Dean feels the urge to kill this bastard. “Emily?” He turns to look at her, blocking the view from her eyes. “Sweetheart?” No response, the horror in her eyes is magnified even as the memory pauses. “Hey, I need you to come out of there.” He says, glancing back to see her memory-self is curled in a ball, trying to protect herself, before he looks back at his Emily. He pulls her close, causing her to flinch, before clinging to his shirt. “I can’t get us out of this, you need to let it go. Don’t forgive if you don’t want to, but you have to forget it.” He says softly, eyeing the memory as it replays, each punch, hit, or kick has her flinching, Dean’s comforting hold on her turns a bit painful as he grits his teeth. Weapon. He remembers what Cas said about weapons, and a gun materializes in his hand, before he hands it to her. “You don’t have to forget, sweetheart. You can shoot him. It’s not real, but it might help.” He promises, causing her to look at him with wide eyes, before she shakes her head.

 “N-No, I-I don’t want to.” She stammers softly, and he smiles.

 “It’s your choice.” He says in support, but all he wants to do is shoot the guy himself, empty a thousand clips into him. She swallows thickly, before the memory pauses, and she grips the gun tight. Another glance at the man, she throws the gun at him instead, hits his head and bounces off, the frozen memory doesn’t react, but the scene dematerializes. “What was that?” Dean asks carefully, but Emily just shakes her head, unable to answer. “Okay,” He grabs her hand, tight, looping their fingers together. “ready?” She swallows thickly, nodding as a small room with dripping black walls materializes around them, it’s different though. Dean’s still there, but suddenly Emily looks around, fear wide in her eyes.

 “D-Dean? Where’d you go? Dean!” She shouts, turning in circles, he tries to reach for her, but his hand passes through her, and he realizes that he’s starting to wake up. “Dean, where are you? You said you’d be here!” She screams, suddenly the walls start to move in on her, leaving him to stare helplessly as she screams, hands coming over her head in fists as she drops to the floor, the dripping black walls closing in ever-so-slowly.

 “Emily!” He shouts, causing her head to snap up, eyes wide. “Fight. Like. Hell.” He orders as her eyes land on him, and she nods shakily as he wakes up.

 Everything is blurry, fog clouds his mind as he slowly sits up, Sam holding him by the elbow and shoulder to help. He shakes his head violently, looking back at the bed, where Emily is still. Nothing looks like it’s changed, nothing except she’s paler, and it’s light out. “What time is it?” Dean moans as he looks at Sam.

 “I think the more accurate question would be, what day is it?” Sam answers, causing Dean to blink tiredly up at his brother. “Dean, you’ve been asleep for a week.” He says, causing Dean’s brows to furrow, before he shakes his head.

 “No, no- it can’t have been a week, it only felt like a few hours.” Dean answers, causing Sam to frown.

 “No, Dean, it’s been a week. Castiel had even tried to revive you two a few times, but nothing worked. You were trapped for a week, inside Emily’s mind.” Sam explains, causing Dean to look at the young woman, feeling the pain and anger at the mess that was her life, and feeling a connection of a deeper level with her now. “What happened in there?” Sam’s inquiry has Dean shaking his head once more, frowning as he looks up at his baby brother.

 “I cant tell you.” He answers honestly. “It’s not my story to tell.” The two boys exchange looks, Sam’s has a hint of betrayal and awe under it, but Dean’s is full of sorrow and understanding. Before they can say anything else, their is a sharp gasp of breath from behind Dean, causing them both to look up as Emily sits straight up in bed, heaving for air. “Thank God!” Dean exclaims, grabbing the redhead’s wrist, and pulling her into his arms, his head burying in the crook of her neck, and he deeply inhales the sweet scent of Emily’s perfume.

 “How long have I been asleep?” She asks softly.

 “A week, sweetheart. A week.” He answers as Sam discreetly leaves, allowing the two a few minutes alone. Taking out his phone once he’s outside, he shoots out two messages, one to Castiel to explain they’re awake, and one to a mystery number, simple saying that the plan is working. He pockets his phone as he walks away, a smirk on his face.

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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 3

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Word Count: 2,343

Warning(s): Cussing, Suggestive Thoughts, PTSD memories, Nightmares, Mentions of Abuse

Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

Taglist: @sillydecoy @blackeyedangel9805​ @heythereamigodude​

 Gun clenched between my hands, each shot echoes within the range, my ears muffled by the headphones over my ears, each target has a hole in their head or chest. Every time the mag empties itself, I quickly eject it, before reloading it, snapping back into position, firing round after round, grip tight and teeth tight.

 “You’re worthless! You’ve always been worthless! You are a piece of shit, and you know it!” Alex shouts, reaching out, the feel of his flesh ripping across my face, the sting of the slap, the salty tang of blood from my lip. I glare as I look up at him.

 “Emily!” Swinging around, she freezes as Dean steps back in surprise, hands held up as I reach up, pushing the headphones off my ears as I drop the gun with a slight toss.

 “They’re blanks, Dean.” I snarl, causing him to huff as he puts his hands down, eyeing me as I cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want, Dean?” Surprise colors his face by my attitude, holding my weight on one foot, he eyes me.

 “What’s up with you lately, Em?” He asks, setting a hand on my shoulder. “Ever since that first hunt a month ago-”

 “You think it a better fate to leave her to that man? Sh-She was obviously abused by him.” He looks me over, before a scowl sets on his face, and he grabs both my shoulders, looking me in the eyes.

 “Emily, were you hurt by someone? Did someone put their hands on you?” He asks, causing me to open my mouth to respond, before I fall silent, looking away with a sad sigh. “Emily, look at me. Look at me!” I look up at him, and he caresses my cheek. “You are never going to experience that again.” He swears.

 “I-I’m so tired, I close my eyes, and it’s all I can see!” Sniffling as Dean pulls me close.

 “I promise you, I didn’t leave her without some protection- and if she’s ready to leave him, she’s got a way to get out safely. But, you can’t save people who don’t want to be saved.” Dean says softly.

 “Bullshit!” He pales at my abrupt words. “That’s Bullshit Dean, that’s what you guys do! That’s why I am the way I am!” I snarl, ripping my arms away from his touch.

 “Humans are not demons, Emily. I can’t just kill a human because he’s an asshole!” Dean barks, causing my to shoot a glare at him.

 “Man up.” I scoff, before I chuck my headphones off my shoulders, before leaving the room, a sadness overwhelming and weighing on my shoulders, thoughts plaguing my mind.

 Three weeks later, balanced on my bed, music blasts on my radio as I dance around, jamming out to Night Moves by Bob Seger, spinning around as I stumble, Dean, Cas, and Sam are all standing in my door way as I let out a cry of surprise, falling back into the sheets with a laugh. “Are we interrupting something?” Castiel asks as Sam turns off the song, and I gasp at him.

 “How dare you, Samuel!” I cry out, causing him to swallow thickly as I bounce off the bed, walking over to slap him on the arm, causing him to wince, and cringe. “That was for turning off Seger!”

 “Ow!” He whines as Dean chuckles, causing me to slap him as well.

 “That was for thinking you wouldn’t get slapped.” I scold, pushing past them to walk down the hall, halfway down I turn to them, seeing them follow me. “Can I help you?”

 “Uh... supply run.” Dean answers, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. “Just you and me?”

 “Wait... really? Can we take Baby this time? I haven’t got to ride in her yet!” He grins at my excitement.

 “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t wet her. She isn’t waterproof, you know?” He jokes, causing me to scowl at him, and his grin widens. “Yeah, we can take Baby this time.”

 “Whaaat!? Yes!” I pump my fist, dashing between the three of them, disappearing into my room.

   ~3rd POV~

 “Dude, I told you that’d work.” Dean points out to his brother and his best friend, the three of them watching the young woman speed away, a smile on Dean’s face.

 “What? No, I told you that this would cheer her up.” Sam argues with his brother, causing Dean to scoff, preparing to argue when Castiel speaks up.

 “We can all agree that it is good to see a smile upon her face, once again.” The brothers look at the Angel, a relatively fond look on his face takes them by surprise.

 “Yeah,” Dean nods, looking back at the door as it shoots open, Emily appears in a pair of jean shorts, a black tanktop with an army green jacket over it, and her hair pulled back.

 “Wookie!” She shouts with a laugh, dashing past them. “Come on, Dean! Before Sammy changes his mind, and decides to come along!” She shouts, continuing to run through the Bunker.

 “She’s brought a rare kind of light into our lives.” Dean says, causing the other two to look at him in surprise, before nodding in agreement.

 “Yeah.” Sam answers. “It’s sad how much she’s changed this place already.”

 “Is anyone going to tell her that we have yet to find a way to return her home?” Castiel asks, his gruff voice is a knife in the air, stabbing and twisting, jerking the brothers from their bittersweet thoughts.

 “Dean,” Emily calls, sticking her head back in the hall, a grin on her face. “Are you coming, or do I get to pick the music?” He smirks, walking down the hall after her.

 “Sweetheart, you can have whatever you want.” He answers, causing her to fluster, cheeks turning red, before she turns around while ducking her head, leaving the Bunker to get to the Impala, Dean following close behind, his eyes trailing down her back, before falling to her ass.

 “Dean, if you continue to stare at my ass,” She turns to him with a grin, popping open the passenger door to the Impala. “we’ll never get to where we need to go.” She winks at him, before ducking into the passenger seat, wrenching the door shut behind her as Dean gapes, staring for a full minute, before rounding the car to climb into the driver’s side. 

 A bit later, she’s leaning back in the seat, the windows rolled down, bags rustling in the backseat muffled by Foreigner’s Cold As Ice blasting on the radio, while Dean focuses on driving, sending her a smile of approval every once and awhile as she sings along. Pulling up outside the Bunker, Dean waits until the song is over before turning the car off, the two of them tag team the bags in the back, carrying them into the HQ. Sam and Castiel greet them at the door, a familiar red head tagging along behind them, they drop the bags on a table, and Emily turns with a grin, her eyes widening as they fall on the and only- “Charlie!” The four others fall silent, only one of them is surprised, and Emily kind of becomes mousy, blushing. “Sorry, we talked about this, I know! It’s just... It’s Charlie! Bad-ass hacker with a secret kick-ass ability to hunt!”

 “I like you.” Charlie grins, before turning to the boys and Cas. “Who is she?”

 “Long story.” Sam explains.

 “I’m cooking a fest tonight! Real food!” Emily announces, scurrying towards the kitchen with arms weighed down with bags. Two gazes follow after her, focused on her ass, while Charlie leans towards Dean.

 “Nice.” She whispers.

 “Off limits.” Dean retorts.

 “Not fair!” He waves her off, following Emily into the kitchen, grinning to himself as Charlie pouts behind them.

 “Come on Charlie! Come on Sam!” Emily calls, the two of them enter the kitchen, seeing her tying an apron around her neck as Dean pops a cassette into a tape player, music starts to blare through the Bunker, and she throws her head back laughing. “Come on feel the noize! Girl’s rock your boys!” Dean watches as Emily sings and dances around the kitchen, pulling pots and pans and food out, she hands a peeler and potatoes to Sam, who starts on them, before she drags Charlie over to the counter, handing her a knife, and gesturing for her to start cutting vegetables, before she twirls across the kitchen, hip bumping Dean from his spot as she digs around in the bags that were behind him. The four of them work together to cook dinner while Castiel works on finding a case, occasionally Dean leaves to help, and soon the Map Table is converted into a dinner table. The table is covered in food, Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, Salad, Fruit Salad, Homemade Chicken Noodle Soup, Biscuits, Green Bean Casserole, Homemade Silk Chocolate Cream Pie, Stuffed Mushrooms, Whole Roasted Cauliflower, and various other foods.

 “This is pie!” Dean beams, stabbing the pie when Emily smacks his hand.

 “Real food first, Dean.” She says, causing him to frown, before shoveling food onto his plate. “Just so you know, that’s your pie, I made a different desert for us.”

 “A... whole pie? For me?” Dean asks around a mouth full of mashed potatoes and gravy, eyes wide. “Sweetheart, I might just have to marry you.” He jokes, but Emily blushes, looking away.

 “Just... enjoy.” After dinner, Sam and Dean and Castiel do the dishes while Charlie walks into the living room to join Emily.

   ~Emily POV~

 “Emily, right?” I look up at Charlie as she approaches to couch, eyes falling on her as she sits on the edge of the couch, leg tucked up under her. “How... exactly do you know me? Let alone Sam and Dean? Or Castiel?” She asks softly, curiosity in her voice.

 “Have the boys ever told you about their trip to another realm? Where they’re actually actors? That all of... this,” I gesture to Bunker and her. “is just a TV show.”

 “They’ve mention it. Supernatural, right?” Charlie asks, causing me to nod, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “What about it?”

 “That’s... my realm. That’s where I’m from, a world where this world is just my favorite TV show. Where anything Supernatural is just passed off as an over-active imagination.” I shake my head, sighing. “It’s difficult to explain, we don’t know how I got here, and we... don’t know how to get me back yet.”

 “I’m sorry.” Charlie apologizes, but I shake my head, smiling a bit.

 “It’s not all bad. I get to experience a world that I’ve loved for a long while. To meet people I’ve admired for so long, and get to be a part of their life.” I explain, staring at my hands. “I can be close to someone I’ve always dreamed about being with, since I was 26 years old, and saw my first episode when it aired. Every time a new episode was on, I’d be there to watch. If I couldn’t be there, I’d record it. Eventually, I became dependent on the show.”

 “You became dependent on the show, or someone on the show?” Charlie inquires, causing me to gape at her, eyes wide in surprise, before I slowly glance down, a blush burning on my cheeks. “You can tell me.”

 “It’s... Alright, it’s true.” I let out a soft sigh, reaching up to rub my cheek, the blush doesn’t dull a bit despite the attempts to fight it off. “It’s... worsened since I’ve come here. I-I don’t even know, if I care if I’ll never get home.”

 “So, who is it?” Charlie asks, causing me to press my lips together. “Castiel?” She insists, causing me to shake my head, ducking my face.

 “Can we drop it? I care about all three of the boys, I’ve admired them for a long time, I can feel a connection with them. And even with you. Like we’re family.” Her smile widens, a friendly spark in her eye. Suddenly, I double over with a cry of pain, hands going to my head as a high pitch ringing fills my ears, images flashing behind my eyes. Blood, death, darkness, loss, hurt, pain, anger, blood blood blood, agony, begging for an end, tears and pain, it’s a pattern, over and over, suddenly silence and darkness.

 “Emily!” Someone shouts as I slowly blink my eyes open, a hard surface is at my back, and above me are Cas, Dean, Sam, and Charlie, the four of them looking seriously concerned.

 “What...happened?” I ask with a groan as I try to sit up, a calm hand grabs my shoulder, and one of my elbows, helping me to sit up. “How did I get on the floor? Why does my head feel like it’s been split open?” I ask softly, causing Dean to kneel before me, resting his hands on my shoulders while looking me in the eye.

 “Sweetheart, what did you see?” He asks, causing me to look at him in confusion. “You were babbling, and jerking and crying out in pain. You begged occasionally too.”

 “I saw... It was horrible,” I shake my head, grabbing his arm with one hand. “horrible. Death and darkness and... blood.” A shiver runs down my back. “So m-much blood, Dean. Just over and over again.” I cling to his arm, tears in my eyes. “S-Don’t wanna see it again. Please Dean, I don’t want to see it again. I never want to see it again. Please, don’t let me see it again.” I beg him, and he sighs, before pulling me close, hugging me.

 “It’s alright, Em. It’s all okay. You’ll be alright.” He promises, rubbing my back as I sniffle, hiding my face in his chest. Tears continue to fall as Dean holds me, I can feel him gesturing something behind me, before long I fall fast asleep in his arms, having cried myself to sleep.

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So, my laptop was unfixable, cause I'm so clumsy that it was dropped so much you could call it electronic abuse, and I am going to be building a new one. In the meantime, the laptop I was going to borrow, got dropped and the screen shattered. I'm just SOL for laptop, and will try writing on my phone again. So, hopefully I can get another chapter of Different up soon.

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New Neighbors - Dean Winchester x Reader

 World: Neighbor AU

 Word Count: 1,149

 Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

 Warning(s): Suggestive implications, playful banter

 A/N: Inspired by @angelkurenai‘s Neighbor Dean. Part one of the series.

 When her parents, Jacob and Jolene, came back from their walk, the door to the house shutting loudly in their hurry, causing her to look up from her Journalism Ethics and Law book, her brow furrowing as she sets her pencil beside her notebook. “What’s going on?” She asks her parents, who are giggling like a bunch of teenagers.

 “It’s raining.” Jacob says, causing her mother to laugh as she shakes her coat off her shoulders, and her father follows suit.

 “It’s light it’ll let up in about five or so minutes.” Jolene says, causing her to nod. “I better get started on dinner.”

 “Should we invite the new neighbors over? They’ve been unpacking all day, I doubt they’ve had time for lunch, and don’t look to be stopping for dinner.” Her father looks out the window, at the house opposite of their’s, across the street.

 “Good idea. Alysa- you’ve been working on that paper all day. Why don’t you go invite the neighbors to dinner?” She looks up at her mother, frown tugging at the corners of her lips.

 “Do I have to? You know I don’t do well with new people, and besides that, I’ve hit a roll with my paper.” She gestures to the four pages she’s already written, and her mother clicks her tongue at her daughter.

 “Alysa Maribel Black, you are 20 years old, there is a time when being shy stops being cute.” Jolene clucks at her daughter, who sighs as she shrugs off the blanket that is over her shoulders, and stands, she’s dressed in a black graphic t-shirt and an old pair of denim jeans, her brown hair is in a bun, being held back by her wooden hair sticks.

 “Alright, I’m going mom.” She says, walking over to the door to slide on her converse sneakers, and shrugs her black raincoat over her shoulders, stalking out the door as she pulls up her hood, making quick work of crossing the street in the drizzle, and pauses on the sidewalk, chewing on her lip in thought. Just as she goes to knock on the door it opens with a dirty blonde guys, with shoulder clad in plaid, in the doorway, his head is turned the other way as she lowers her hand, taking a step back.

 “You keep unpackin, Sammy, I’ll get dinner.” The guy says, turning to step out, only to pause when he sees her on the door step. “Can I help you?” He asks, a friendly grin on his face as the rain lets up, letting the sun creep out from behind the clouds enough that she pushes back her hood, and shoots him a shy smile as his grin stretches across his lips.

 “Um, I-I’m your neighbor, over there-” She points to her house, and turns back to him. “I-I’m supposed to- ya know, well, i-invite you guys over f-for dinner.” She stammers as he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against his door stop, and angles his chin up to look at her with a smug grin.

 “Oh, and who are ‘you guys”?” He grins as her face burns with an embarrassed blush.

 “I-I bed your pardon?” She asks, stepping back as he steps forward, smirk widening.

 “What’s my brother’s name? As a matter of fact, what’s my name?” He teases, causing her blush to deepen, and she feels her anger burn in her veins. “How do you know that we are the ones that you’re supposed to invite, if you don’t even know our names.” She scowls at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

 “Listen here, most people know your names because you’re new, to a small town, and the neighborhood. I don’t get out much, so don’t expect me to automatically know your names, and while you may think it’s amusing, making someone angry, or nervous by picking on them, then you are being rude for no reason.” She smirks. “Of course, if that’s what gets you off, then I feel sorry for your fragile male ego.” The man’s face falls as she turns on her heels, stalking off to go back to her house.

 “H-Hey, wait!” She barely spare the man a glance as he jogs to catch up to her. “That is not what gets me off, sweetheart. You sure know how to cut a guy down, for someone who was stammering over her words at first.”

 “Yes, well, I’m a pleasant enough person, albeit shy, around familiar people, until someone infuriates me, and you,” She turns to poke him in the chest. “Mr. Winchester, have infuriated me by being antagonistic about my being shy.” He gapes at her. “The fact that you deny the macho manly act getting you off is your own business, but I know a wannabe Alpha when I see one. Men like you think being tough is all there is, but fact is, when it comes to the bedroom, you’re a sub for girls like me, who know just what it takes to make you tick.” She smirks at him as she turns back around. “Dinner’s at six.” With that, she hurries to cross the street, which he is in the middle of, gaping at her like a fish, leaving her feeling rather smug. Once inside her home, she shrugs off her coat, kicking off her shoes to cross to the den, scooping her school things up in one arm, the other grabs her blanket , and she starts down to the basement to finish her paper.

 By six o’clock, she’s got three more pages done, the door to her room opens to let someone walk down her stairs, thinking that it’s her father, or mother, she ignores it, until the person speaks up. “Nice setup you got here.” He jolts her out of her writing stupor, blue eyes snapping up to observe the plaid wearing, dirty blonde that is leaning on the wall at the foot of her stairs. “Of course, you never know how good you bed is, until you’ve made someone- What was the word?- Tick.” He smirks at her as her face engulfs with heat, red tinging her cheeks.

 “Mr. Winchester.” She murmurs, moving off her bed after flipping her book closed.

 “That’s another thing, you said you didn’t know my name.” He smirks, leaning off the wall to cock an eyebrow at her.

 “N-No, I didn’t. I said “don’t expect me to automatically know your names” not that I didn’t.” She argues, swallowing thickly as his grin stretches at her stammer. “Now, why are you in my room, Mr. Winchester?”

 “Your folks say dinner’s ready.” He states, a gleam in his green eyes causes her breath to hitch in her throat, and he chuckles as he turns on the balls of her feet, marching up the stairs as she lets out a sigh of relief and nerves.

 And so the game begins.