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swtsupernatural · 20 days ago
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S.W || ANGEL BY MY SIDE
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Sam Winchester x Fem!Angel!Reader
Content Warning blood, mentions of death, sam fighting for bodily autonomy, religious themes & talk of heaven, reader being shorter than Sam
Summary Angst, hurt-/comfort for Sam, slow burn i think - Sam was supposed to die tonight. At least, that's what his guardian angel told him after she saved him from death.
W.C. 2.4k words
Playlist: ♫ Kiss of Life - Sade, Telephone - daste., Salvatore - Lana Del Rey
A.N. first sam fic ! this came to me sunday night, been thinking alot about spn angels lately. enjoy! - claire
It had been a long fucking day for Sam Winchester. Not only was the demon he found in Manhattan trying to summon more, but they were working with a large pack of them and an even larger pack of vampires that lurked in Vermont’s lush forests. The two creatures had teamed up, and as a result Sam was surrounded in a poorly lit dirt road in the forest, moonlight shining on his knife. He couldn’t see or hear Dean, and he knew Castiel was busy with extremely pressing ‘angel matters’ as he put it. He had vamps and demons circling him, and Dean had the stupid demon knife. Or, he did when Sam had seen him a few minutes ago. Now, he had no clue who had their hands on it. His brain was twisting as he desperately tried to wring out ideas of escape from his head like a sponge. He was trapped. Fuck. A demon sprung, holding a large, saw-edged knife slicing his forearm making him tense. A measly cut never stopped him, and he twisted the demon’s neck, shoving the body to the side as another few came behind him. Twisting and trying desperately to gank two at once, Sam missed the others on his right, one stabbing Sam deep in his lower abdomen.
Significantly outnumbered, Sam tried to keep his thoughts collected. But it was difficult with five vamps and six demons on his ass, and the blood slowly staining his shirt, the agonizing pain making him want to double over. The demons suddenly pounced on him simultaneously. He managed to injure one of them, but the rest kept their grip on his arms, legs, neck, and torso tight. One of the taller vamps sauntered over to him, her lips curling into a smile. 
“You’re gonna taste so sweet, boy. I can already tell…” She pulled his hair back roughly, her painted fingers tight on his long hair. She exposed his neck, and Sam had never thrashed more than he had in that moment. It seemed like all he had done in his adult life was fight for his bodily autonomy. He felt numb — of course this would be how he died. The second he felt her lips on his skin, he felt and heard something he never had.
A loud whoosh, the hands and arms restricting him gone, and a swift change in the chipping air all in less than a second. He was in the motel. His motel he and Dean were staying at in some small town in Vermont.
But…there was still a single hand on his shoulder. However, it was gentle. Too gentle. He turned his head, his eyes meeting yours; a woman. You couldn’t have been much older than him. But you weren't really a woman. He drew his gun from his belt, effectively pushing from you, making space between you two. 
“Who the hell are you?” He was assuming you were an angel. He didn’t know of many other creatures or beings that could move him so effectively and so fast. He was also thinking how everything in this world came with a price. You weren't saving his life to do him a favor or to be nice. That wasn’t how this ever worked. Except; there you stood, your hands tentatively coming up in a gesture of surrender. 
“Sam. I’m very glad you are okay.” You stated your name, a small smile on your lips. Still, he held his gun up directly at your face.
“So much for a thanks, I guess. I’m your guardian angel, Sam. There’s no need for hostility.” Sam nearly faulted, just a bit, but you took a single step towards him and he was back in his rock-solid stance.
“I’m sure. What do you want?” 
“Well, I’d like to heal that cut in your stomach. It’s quite deep.”
He scoffed, “Why? So I can owe you? So I can be in your debt?”
You were silent for a moment, your eyes widening a bit. “Castiel never told you? Sam, certain angels…we are assigned to humans to watch over them. We are permitted to help you, prevent you from death if it is not your time, and only if we are not spotted. We cannot be seen, or…well, in simple terms, we’ll be kicked out of Heaven.” 
“You…you’re my guardian angel? Seriously?” He mulled over you, his eyes squinting in suspicion. “How come we’re talking, then, if I’m never supposed to see you?”
Rolling your eyes suddenly that same whoosh came, only a lot quieter. You had his gun in your hand putting the safety on before throwing it somewhere in the motel where neither of you could reach it.
“You were going to die. You were supposed to die. That was your time, Sam. I defected to save you. I’d like a ‘thank you’ at the very least.”
Sam breathed quickly through his nose deciding what to do. Your eyes were so genuine. He’d only ever seen that look from one other angel, Cas.
“I…thank you.” You nodded, and he saw realization in your eyes. It was raw and undoubtedly heavy on your being. You nodded. 
“I’m going to put my fingers on your temple and you will feel much better, understand?” You looked at him; from his shaggy hair to his dirty boots, and back up again. “It will be easier if you sit down. You’re much taller than I thought.”
Sam let out a small huff of laughter, sitting on the bed.
“Well, you don’t seem very tall for a guardian angel.” You squint your eyes at him, a look of power in your eyes, almost startling Sam. He knew what angels were capable of. You could have killed him and everyone in the motel in seconds. Yet, from someone else’s perspective, you were a hell of a lot shorter than him, and just looked like a regular young woman. 
“My true form is larger than the size of this building, Sam. I know that you know what I am capable of. Even if I may not look like it.”
Sam nodded in an apologetic way, your cold fingers on his temple immediately putting him at ease. Cas had healed him a couple times before but it had felt nowhere as heavily as this. He could feel his wounds closing before he could register what was happening — even the widespread blood stain on his shirt dissipating. He let out a long sigh he didn’t know he was holding, his shoulder slumping forward. He truly felt better than he had in years.
“Thank you. And I’m very aware of what angels can do…though I’ve never met a guardian one.”
You nodded, your face quite close to his. He smiled gently. Cas was never great with personal space either. Yet, Sam always found it funny when the angel would appear a mere foot from his older brother. Now, the last thing on his mind was humor. He would never admit that your presence was intoxicatingly calming. 
“We possess stronger healing powers and sturdier wings than typical angels. Not that it matters much now.” The sorrow in your eyes made guilt settle uncomfortably in Sam’s stomach.
“Why did you save me? I’m not exactly the poster boy for virtue or dignity.”
“I’m aware. But you must understand I’ve been watching you your whole life, Sam. I perfectly believe you deserve another chance on Earth.” Sam gazed into your eyes, trying to find what he could not understand. His father, Dean, Bobby…they had all known and loved him for so long. But they’d never expressed it like you were right now — and he'd never even met you. He had met defected angels before, fallen ones too. They would lose their wings. They would lose their grace. They were as old as the beginning of time, and would sacrifice it all for a single human. 
“But why? You flew me here, but I’m guessing your wings aren't doing too good right now, Angel.”
You stared deeply at his features. You’d seen Sam, watch him grow up before your eyes from the day he was born. But your visions of him were never as clear as they were now. His eyes were a solemn swirl of blues and greens, the inner ring a twirling hazel. The lines on his face told you of his laughter, his light forehead lines telling you of his worries, the short hairs littering his jaw telling you he’d been up for nights focusing on just this hunt. 
“Because I thought…” you looked at a stained part of the unappealing carpet on the floor, your eyes glazing over a bit, “I thought that some of the angels were abusing their power over humans, over hunters. I had been on earth a few times and stupidly got your disease of emotions.” Sam chuckled softly despite the situation, hoping you would feel a tad better. But he knew you didn’t. How could you?”
“I felt sympathy for humans. There were unjust things happening everyday, people's lives ending at their wrong time. I thought you were worth saving because–well, maybe it's time angel’s be kind instead of unforgiving.” Sam listened to every word spilling from your lips. You had been very short and to the point with him earlier. You really had begun feeling human emotion, if even a little. 
“And I thought that maybe you’d help me. Help me adjust, at least. I have seen the ways you and your brother act. I know it is selfish of me, but you are close with my closest friend and brother, Castiel.” You took a pause, eyes averting from Sam’s sincere face.
“I thought you might help me. I have seen you do it for humans and creatures and being alike, Sam. I thought maybe if I was kind to you, you could be kind to me, too.”
Sam stared at you in awe, his jaw slightly open. He honestly wasn’t sure what to say. Of course he would like to help you, but how? You were an angel for God’s sake. Maybe Cas was capable of giving you what you really needed to adjust, to be an angel without your wings, but he’d try. He’d fight like hell to try for you. You saved his life. It dawned on him that he was meant to be dead. He’d likely be in hell at this very moment if you hadn’t intervened. You truly were an angel sent from Heaven for him. 
“Of course I’ll help you, Y/N. You saved my life. I’m not done fighting yet and I’ll try everything I can, as a human at least, to support you.” You smiled. Your eyes were watering and you confusingly blinked at a wet drop falling from your right eye. “What is…” Sam reached a large hand to your cheek, rubbing the tear away. 
“Tears. You’re tearing up. Nearly crying, it happens when you…experience intense emotions, sometimes. Usually they are sad ones, but I’m guessing yours aren't.”
“No. I think I am happy. Maybe…anticipatory?” Your stomach was in knots, but you didn’t think you were sick. Castiel had explained it as…excitement. Sam smiled at your words. 
“Why is everything I say to you funny, Sam?”
Sam shook his head, still smiling as he brought a hand to your shoulder, “Not everything, you’re just…amusing.” You nodded after a moment as if agreeing with him. You knew you weren't accustomed to human culture or customs, you felt out of place every time you were on Earth. Nevertheless; now it was your home. 
“I find you very amusing. And you can be funny, but only when you are not being stubborn.”
“You really have seen me my whole life.”
“But I like that about you. You have such complex emotions.”
“Yea, I do…” Sam trailed off, the twisting in his stomach intensifying as he looked at your lips briefly. “Can I…” he leaned in closer, but not too close. He didn’t want to crowd your space, but you just looked so heavenly sitting next to him on his bed, your lovely hair framing your soft, glowing face. You tilted your head the way Cas did when he was confused about something human-like.
“Can you what, Sam?”
Fuck, your voice was so pretty. “Nevermind,” he leaned back slightly, getting up to call Dean to find out what happened to him before you grabbed his arm pulling him into a tight hug. 
“Thank you, Sam.”
“You realize you shouldn't be thanking me, right?”
“I know. But I also know humans can be very cruel and you’ve shown me a lot of kindness. I wasn't sure it was still possible in your world. Oh, and Dean is alright. I asked Castiel to help him as I did you.” Sam kissed your forehead, and it felt like it lit on fire. Your cheeks were warm, and you weren't sure if you were ill, or what was happening to your very human vessel/ 
“Sam, are you sick?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Why d’you ask?”
“You just made my skin hot, and my stomach feels weird.” Sam froze, his lips coming into a smirk, “Did I?” He tested the waters, lacing his fingers over your arm, and you stared up at him, your cheeks pink and your mouth slightly open. 
You pulled him down on the bed, holding his face with your hands. “Yes.” You stated matter-of-factly.
He smiled, sliding his hands over your cheek. “You gonna do anything about that?” Sam spoke in your ear lowly and you turned your head, his hair tickling your face and leaving goosebumps on your arms.
“I don’t know what to do.” He curled further into your face, leaning closer to your ear, his mouth on the edge.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything, Angel.” 
You nodded, but opted for leaning up and placing a kiss on his forehead too.
“I think I need to teach you about other human stuff before we uh…do that.” You nodded, still leaning on Sam, when a thought came to your head. 
“Hey, Sam?” He gazed over your face, listening attentively to your sweet voice.
“I still have my grace and powers. But, since I’m not a real angel anymore…do you think I can try things like ice cream and taste the real flavor?” He threw his head back, laughing boyishly. 
“Yea, yea, I can buy you ice cream, angel.”
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redbird-tf · 3 months ago
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Chamomile tea 
Dean winchester x (hunter ) sister reader
Summary: being alone for so long you’ve gotten used to only relying on yourself, a mindset that Dean starts to chip away at. 
Word count: 740
Notes: being creative is hard
Warnings: none
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You sniffled, reaching across the table for a new tissue. You blew hard before discarding it in the bin with the dozen others.“Fever not letting up?” You jumped at Dean's voice, You weren't quite accustomed to having company around yet. The three of you were still navigating this new dynamic, which was proving easier for some than others. Just a few months ago Sam and Dean were the dynamic hunter duo, while you still navigated the world solo. You could still vividly recall the moment when John had announced the secret he had buried for years, the secret forced out because of a hunt.
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You remembered the look of shock that overtook everyone’s face and the screaming match that ensued between Sam and John. You could recall standing silently in the corner, feeling Dean gaze upon you from ten feet away. Once the job was done and John disappeared again you expected life to go back to normal, you couldn’t have anticipated the brothers to take you under their wing. “Family looks out for each other” Sam had stated to you, a mentality that you would come to learn.
What you hadn’t seen that night was the quiet devastation Dean had unleashed. He couldn’t pick a fight with John like Sam could, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t just as angry. His entire life he’d been forced into the role of a guardian for his little brother, and now to find out he had a sister—who had been alone in this life—turned that protective instinct into a fierce storm of emotions. The guilt of failing as brother was sallowing him whole and the rage towards John for keeping the truth from him boiled over. Least to say When they checked out, the motel room bore the scars of his turmoil.
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“I'm fine” you stated blankly in response, your attention turning back to the lore book in your lap. You weren’t purposely being stubborn, to you it was true. You had gotten sick before and you'd get over it, no big deal. Dean didn't respond and carried on with his business in the kitchen. The sound of pouring liquid reached your ears, but it didn’t smell like his usual coffee so you assumed he was having a drink. Hearing what sounded like a spoon hitting the side of a ceramic mug you raised your head in confusion. Unfortunately, his back was turned to you, blocking your view of what he was conjuring up.
When he started to turn around, your eyes darted back to your book only looking up when hearing the soft clink of a mug being placed in front of you. You watched the steam rise, a sweet and sour aroma filling the air. “Is that chamomile tea?” A softer voice chimed in as Sam entered the room. “Not for you,” Dean stated firmly, taking a seat across from you. You stared at the drink “What is it?” You asked raising an eyebrow. “Tea, honey for a sore throat, and some lemon for the headaches” Dean explained leaning back in his chair. “Thats pure witchcraft right there, can fix anything!” Sam exclaimed pointing at the mug. “Drink up sis” sam encouraged, brushing his hand over your shoulder on his way to the door.
“You didn't have to do that,” you said softly to Dean. “I used to make them all the time for Sam, it's no big deal,” Dean reassured you. You fidgetedwith the edge of a page. “I'm not dying Dean.” Your tone came off defensive causing Dean to sit up straight. “You don't have to be dying, for someone to make you a cup of tea kiddo” his words prompted you to lift your head to meet his gaze. “I didn't mean…” your words trailed off, unable to defend your previous statement. “I'm your big brother, it's my job to look out for you.” He said with a stern tone. You could only stare at him in silence trying to comprehend his words. “I know it hasn't always been like that, but it is now. I've been a big brother for a long time and Sam’s still learning. i know you are too—just…” he took a deep breath “Let me do this for you, ok?” You nodded silently, noticing how his softened eyes contrasted with the weight of his words.
Without knowing what to say, you lifted the mug to your lips. The warmth of the citrus tea seeped into your chest, and you felt your tense muscles start to relax much like the protective wall you’ve built beginning to chip away. You gently placed the mug down, catching a glimpse of the small smile on Dean's face. “Thank you, Dean” you responded with a smile of your own. He didn’t respond with words instead, he stood up from the table, patting you on the shoulder as he passed by. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself when looking down at the mug in front of you.
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jasmines-library · 1 year ago
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SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST
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All the things on the road so far:
Total count: 38
Last updated: 14 October 2024
⛤ MASTERLIST ⛤
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⛤ Hey Jude
Summary: When a demon hunt doesn't go to plan, the Winchesters have to rush to save their little sister. Though to make matters worse, once back home in the safety of the bunker her wound gets infected. With their angel friend MIA, Sam and Dean must battle time to find a way to help their sister.
⛤ Just One Big Headache
Summary: A routine salt 'n' burn takes a nasty turn when the spirit directs its anger towards you, leaving you with a nasty concussion, but not to worry, the Winchesters are there to look after you.
⛤ Spellbound Sickness
Summary: A long and cumbersome witch hunt turns much worse when you begin to develop a high fever; a side effect of the curse she managed to spit out at you. Will the Winchesters find the cure in time?
⛤ Up and Down
Summary: After returning from being tortured by the devil himself, your brain can’t help conjure up its own images which refuse to leave you alone.
⛤ Let It Linger
Summary: after a rough hunt resurfaces some unwanted memories, you slip into your own mind. But Sam is there to help you through it.
⛤ Blood Bag
Summary: you are captured by a group of vamps whilst on a hunt. They take their time trying to kill you, draining you of your blood in an old warehouse. For the Winchesters, it’s a race against time to reach you before something fatal happens.
⛤ Safehouse
Summary: after sustaining an injury on a hunt, you and Dean are forced back to the safehouse, however the wound festers and becomes infected, leaving you very ill. With Cas MIA and without the proper equipment to treat the wound, you are left clinging onto life. (Unknowingly like Hey Jude because I’m stupid and forgot id already done it. It’s slightly different though)
⛤ The Basement
Summary: You are captured alongside your brother Sam by the BMOL. They want something you won't tell them, so they try to force it out of you.
⛤ Hidden on the inside
Summary: During a hunt, you take a nasty hit which at first seems fine, but it's what's hidden deep under the surface that creates a problem. (I get it, i suck and writing summaries.)
⛤ Oh, Baby.
Summary: on the way back from a hunt, an out of control car veers into yours sending it hurtling off of the path and into a tree, leaving you trapped. Too far from the hospital, the Winchesters are left with the task of getting your body from the car as they wait for Cas to arrive.
⛤ Sweet Creature
Summary: When Dean is a Demon, he does something unexpected to you. Since then, you have become withdrawn, refusing to sleep in fear of the images that plague your mind. When you eventually give in and suffer a nightmare, Cas is there to help.
⛤ Sounds Of Someday
Summary: the request pretty much says it all. When you and your brothers split up during an unusual hunt, you get caught and become part of a witch’s ritual, which ends with your life slipping away and your brothers struggling to reach you as you are ripped away from them.
⛤ Devil in Disguise
Summary: After escaping from the cage, Lucifer decides to pay Sam a visit, only he's not there. So he settles on the next best thing: you.
⛤ Black Smoke Rising
Summary: Seeking revenge on the Winchesters, a demon decides to go undercover by using your body as a vessel to sneak into the bunker. Whilst trapped within your own mind, you can only hope that Sam and Dean notice that something is amiss before it is too late.
⛤ Just A Little Complication
Summary: Whilst Dean is in hell, the reader is the only one who can calm Sam down when he gets overwhelmed.
⛤ Knock it off
Summary: whilst at dinner with her family, the reader begins to choke.
⛤ Groundhog Day
Summary: takes place during the episode ‘Mystery Spot’ but instead of Dean dying over and over again, Sam and Dean are forced to watch their sister die repeatedly .
⛤ Sleep Is For The Weak
Summary: With too much to do and not a lot of time to do it, you overwork yourself, missing out on sleep. When your brothers try to get involved, you dismiss them only for you to end up collapsing during a hunt.
⛤ The Curious Case Of Dean Winchester
Summary: Takes place during S5E7 where the reader loses years off of her life to save Dean from a demon deal, however when Sam tried to win her years back, it may already be a little bit too late.
⛤ Dead In The Water
Summary: takes place during S1E3 where the reader ends up in the water with Lucas.
⛤ Dilemma
Summary: When you and your brothers get caught of guard during a werewolf hunt, they are quick to try and blame each other. But little do they know that their bickering might cost you your life.
⛤ Teeth
Summary: Reader gets turned into a vampire
⛤ So close, Yet Too far
Summary: you just really need a hug.
⛤ Hexed
Summary: a hex bag finds its way to you…
⛤ Breathe
Summary: You have an asthma attack.
⛤ Currents Convulsive
Summary: you get electrocuted.
⛤ The Things They Carried
Summary: based on the episode; you get infected by a parasite and have to find a way to get it out.
⛤ Caught Off Guard
Summary: you get attacked by a werewolf and have a panic attack
⛤ Weak immune system
⛤ Motion Sickness
Summary; you get car sick
Double Trouble
summary: you see double
Wendigo
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⛤ ‘Tis the Season
Summary: A fluffy one shot where the Winchesters celebrate Christmas.
⛤ A Winchester Surprise
Summary: After years of your birthday being forgotten or consumed by a hunt, your brothers make sure that this one is extra special.
⛤ Time For A Wedding
Summary: Sam and Dean attend the readers wedding.
⛤ Unconditional
Summary: 15 year old Winchester!sister discovers she is a lesbian, and whilst on a date with a girl she sees in a diner she gets harassed by a homophobic boy. When she returns, Sam and Dean comfort her.
⛤ Somebody Told Me
Summary: Sam and Dean give their nervous younger sister dating advice.
⛤ Sick Bug
Summary: When you wake up feeling sick, your big brothers are there to help make you feel better. (Hurt/comfort ish)
⛤ Noodle Soup
Summary: The reader takes care of their sick brothers
⛤ Changes (spn x dc)
Summary: You are sick of Sam and Deans bickering, so you venture to Gotham to hunt some vampires where you meet some very interesting vigilantes.
⛤ Family First
Summary: Sam and Dean show their appreciation for their older sister
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⛤ Today I Saw The Whole World
Summary: You are Sam Winchester’s twin sister, cursed with the same blood running through your veins. When Sam begins experiencing his visions, you too discover a new skill. You can see into the veil.
⛤ Bringers Of The Apocalypse (spn x DC Crossove)
Summary: The day Lucifer was freed from the cage was the day your life completely fell apart. You were ripped harshly from the peaceful life you had created for yourself in Gotham when your duty as the horseman of war calls and you are faced with a difficult decision: stay with your family in Gotham and let the apocalypse play out, or give up the ring (and ultimately your life) to go with the Winchester brothers who are searching for you to send Lucifer back to hell and save the world… or perhaps you can find a compromise somewhere inbeteeen.
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arjwrites · 6 months ago
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˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ my masterlist ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖
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about/rules
requests: closed (but not for long!)
100 FOLLOWER EVENT: REQUESTS OPEN <3
100 follower event masterlist
SAM WINCHESTER X READER
Close- fluff, fem!reader Summary: Reader breaks her arm on a hunt and needs some somewhat intimate assistance. Who does she ask for help but Sam Winchester, with whom she shares a silent, mutual pining????
Take A Picture, It'll Last Longer- fluff Summary: While hunting with the Winchesters, you had picked up a disposable camera to capture some memories. Each photo represented an important point in your collective journey- all the while, hinting at a budding connection behind the scenes. 
Close Behind- angst, gn!reader Summary: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to Sam- and that scares the hell out of him. Based on the song “Close Behind” by Noah Kahan. 
Heaven Hellbent- angst, fem!reader Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Sam discovers a secret you've been keeping for years. Part 1 of the series! DEAN WINCHESTER X READER
Back on the Beach- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: Reader and the Winchesters find themselves at the beach for a rare day off after a long string of difficult hunts. Something about the special day changes things forever.
Bless the Broken Road- angst, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the broken road that led Dean Winchester to you. Based on "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts.
Times You Threatened to Kill Dean Winchester- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: A brief account of all the times you wanted to kill a certain hunter.
The Space Between- fluff, a little bit of spice, gn!reader Summary: Reader breaks their arm on a hunt and needs a little assistance. Dean version of Close (Sam x Reader)
In The Stillness- angst, fluff, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the ways you've impacted Dean Winchester CASTIEL X READER
Numb- angst, comfort, winchester sister!reader Summary: Reader is Sam and Dean’s sister. After a series of unfortunate events, she finds herself separating from her brothers to deal with her own shit the only way she knows how. Castiel, however, has a few things to say about it. 
Saving Grace | Part 2- gn!reader Summary: Cas is hurt after a hunt, and when he's hurting, you're hurting. Sometimes even an angel needs a helping hand.
Saving Grace Epilogue- gn!reader Summary: Ways the world has softened since uniting with your angel. Can serve as an epilogue or stand alone!
Lessons on Humanity- gn!reader Summary: Human!Cas arrives on your doorstep in need of a helping hand. Taking him under your wing, you offer him more than he bargained for.
GABRIEL X READER Long Day- gn!reader Summary: After a stressful day, a familiar face pops in for a visit. With snacks.
CROWLEY X READER coming soon (leave a request!)
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dianawinchester03 · 6 months ago
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The Beginning of Their Downfall: A Supernatural Series Rewrite Prequel Masterlist by @dianawinchester03
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This book is dedicated to the childhood of Sam and Dean Winchester along with their best friend Y/N L/N. Both families lost their matriarch to devastating house fires. Sam and Y/N were just 6 months old at the times, while a 4 year old Dean witnessed not only one, but all two of his closest relatives diminish to nothing but ash.
The events in this books take place after the fires with John Winchester and F/N L/N struggling to raise their three kids meanwhile restarting the family business of which F/N had to reveal to John the dangers of the world, having been a hunter himself along with his wife, who was born from a lineage of psychics.
Prequel to The Old Testament Series: A Supernatural Series Rewrite (Dean Winchester x Reader)
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Aftermath
First Kiss?
Makeover
Period.
Juvenile Delinquent
Juvenile Detention Center
Behind Bars….Again
Haircut
Legally Drunk
Senior Prom
The Rebel
The Runaway
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Authors Note: I promise more will be coming soon, this is just the only few I’ve finished
Updates on this will be slower because I’m terrible at multitasking but in time I will finish it, promise.
Xoxo
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loverslantern · 1 year ago
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The Hunter and the Witch ~ Dean Winchester x fem! reader
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Description: y/n l/n (aka reader) has known the Winchesters ever since they helped her family start anew, away from a town that hated them for being witches. Or more specifically for y/n being a witch and accidentally causing mayhem. So when Dean comes knocking at her door asking for help she obviously complies, even if it means being stuck on the road with the man she’s secretly in love with.
Or it’s basically just y/n following the adventures of Supernatural
warnings: cannon violence, everything written is fiction and should not be taken seriously
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Prologue
Playlist
Outfits
Season 1
Chapter 1: The Woman in White
Special: Halloween Drive
Chapter 1~ Continuation
Chapter 2: Wendigo
Chapter 3: Dead In the Water
Chapter 4: Phantom Traveler
Chapter 4.5: Can you Promise Me?
Chapter 5: Bloody Mary
Chapter 6: Skin
Chapter 6.5: You’re not him
Chapter 7: Hook Man
Chapter 7.5: A fool in love
Chapter 8: Home
Chapter 8.5: Reunion
Chapter 9: Asylum
Chapter 10: Scarecrow
Chapter 10.5: Rest
Chapter 11: Faith
Chapter 12: Route 666
Chapter 13: Nightmare
Chapter 13.5: Words mean more at night
Chapter 14: The Benders
Chapter 15: Shadow
Chapter 16: Hell House
Chapter 17: Something Wicked
Chapter 18: Provenance
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yet-another-deanw-girl · 4 months ago
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The Prophecy
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She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.
She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…
Set in Season 10
Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC
Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.
AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.
AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.
Chapter 1: The girl and the werewolves Chapter 2: Protocol EG-64 initiated Chapter 3: The stand-off Chapter 4: The Order Chapter 5: So many questions, so little answers Chapter 6: A Girl Stuck in a Bunker Chapter 7: The Fates Chapter 8: Standing on Edge Chapter 9: Fairytales Chapter 10: Good Morning, Princess Chapter 11: The Mark, The Blade and The Scribe of God Chapter 12: I'm Not a Fucking Princess Chapter 13: Split Chapter 14: The Ghost and The Network Chapter 15: Just Turn It Off And On Again Chapter 16: Sweat It Out Chapter 17: Spilling truths between the lies Chapter 18: 33 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38
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supernaturalistthings · 11 months ago
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Masterlist!
anything 18+ is marked with a *
Dean Winchester:
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Friends?
Summary: Female!reader who is a hunter with powers and has been secretly in love with the oldest Winchester for years. The real question is, are her feelings reciprocated? When patching up Deans wounds after a hunt she gets her answer.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3*
Part 4
Part 5*
One Shots/Headcanons:
Lucky
Jealousy*
Years*
Roadhouse*
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river13245 · 11 months ago
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Hi! Hope your doing okay
I wanted to ask if you could do I fic with Dean Winchester x Male reader who is autistic and has a sensory meltdown? And Sam us freaking out not knowing what to do or what happened and Dean’s handling it like a pro. Season one episode 8 possibly? If not any episode is fine.
Thank you! Have a nice day!
The Bugs
Dean x autistic male reader
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Another day means another case and as much as you loved traveling and taking down the supernatural. Today just already wasn't your day.
Your morning started out really good. Waking up next to dean who was holding you tightly against him was how you always wanted to wake up. You stayed in his arms for just a few minutes wanting to be close to him as long as possible. However what made you slip from his arms and out of the room was the fridge closing and a bag rustling.
Getting up and putting on one of your shirts and sweatpants you made your way into the kitchen. What you saw was Sam opening up a fast food bag that he must have went and gotten earlier. "good morning Sam" "good morning" he says before handing you a breakfast sandwich. You tell him a quick thank you before eating the food.
You knew that you didn't have much time before the three of you needed to leave for the next case that had popped up. So when you finish your sandwich you make sure to grab Deans before walking to your bed. Leaning down to place a kiss to the top of deans head you wake him up by shaking him gently. "hey get up and eat while I take a quick shower" He slowly wakes up and you put his sandwich on the bedside table.
Dean sits up in bed his hair barely a mess since he kept it short. However it is sticking up in different directions and his face looks softer than usual. "Want me to join you?" there was a slight tone in his voice and you knew he was joking. "shut up and eat. Any other time I wouldn't mind sharing the water but we have to leave and You took a shower last night"
He nods and eats leaving you to get ready. Once you get undressed and make sure the water is warm you step under the water. The water falls against you and it feels nice. However the repetitive noises got to you after a while. The small splattering sound it made as it fell against the bottom of the tub and the sound you heard as it came out of the facet.
Instead of getting frustrated and letting it ruin your day you made sure to hurry up your routine. The three of you were in a old hotel room so you wouldn't complain but man did the sound agitate you just a little. When you step out and turn the water off is when you let out deep breaths and manage to calm yourself down and get ready.
When you walk out the boys are already getting their shoes on and so you get your shoes and jacket on. Dean grabs his keys and the three of you get into the car. "so we have to go to a barbeque?" sam asks and dean smiles "absolutely. Just think about it, we get free food"
The three of you continue to talk for a while but you eventually to fall asleep. Which is something that happens alot on long car rides. and a few hours later Dean is waking you up while Sam is grabbing a few things from the trunk. "hey were here come on. Lets eat" This causes you to roll your eyes with a smile and get out of the car.
Walking up to the door you could hear a large crowd. This is not how you wanted your day to go. A lot of noise can cause you to have sensory overload. However you have been working on things to distract yourself so you are trying to be confident.
The door opens a moment after Sam knocks and a man walks up and he looks at the three of you and after a bit of talking he lets the three of you inside.
In the place and outside in the back there's a lot of people talking and just living their life. The whispers of so many people that are going straight to your eardrums are causing you to close your eyes. You were observant of many noises whether you wanted to be or not. But every little noise was overwhelming sometimes. However you distract yourself by talking to as many people as you need to. You even got some information out of it.
When the three of you all met back up to exchange data. You all left and began searching for more information and leads to figure out what exactly was happening in this town.
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The day is spent searching and sneaking into places to try to get to the bottom of this. and sure enough you guys have it figured out. The kid that was super interested in bugs was part of the problem. So Dean calls the kids father who was the man who was the owner of the place you went to just earlier that day.
When the man picks up and Dean says this lie to make up a story it doesn't go exactly how he plans and he hands up. You could tell that Dean was frustrated and frankly you were beginning to be. Your head hurt a little bit and you just couldn't understand why people couldn't just listen. If someone tells you that your family is in danger you would listen.
Sam sighs "gimme the phone" before taking it away from his brother and he calls the kid. Sam is telling the kid to make his father listen and trying to keep him calm about the whole thing. However Dean wasn't having any of that so he grabs the phone and starts telling the kid to lie. To lie to his father to get him and his family out of the house.
Tension is in the air but you don't speak. Instead you just put your hand on deans as he drives. There is not much talking until you arrive and when you do the door opens and the dad comes out yelling at the three of you. "get off my property before I call the cops"
Sam is the next to speak "mr Pike listen"
Then there's a whole lot of yelling and talking to try to reason with the man. It didn't look like it was going anywhere but then there's a noise that causes everyone to shut up. The sound is flying insects/bugs, whatever you want to call them. One wouldn't cause any alarm but when the sound is loud it causes you to cover your ears and look around.
The sight makes the man start running indoor to get his wife. There high in the air are hundreds or even thousands of bugs flying towards the house. There isn't much time so instead of leaving everyone goes into the house. Dean is the first to snap into action and he gets everyone prepared while Sam is helping everyone.
You are helping Dean find things to secure the house. Anything that he needs you've managed to find and hand it to him. everything seemed to be going the best it could until the bugs started coming in from the fire place. They swarmed you all and the sound went right to your ears and you covered your ears trying to block out as much as the sound as possible.
Dean was quick with a lighter and bug killing spray so that it created fire to kill them as quickly as possible. "everyone get upstairs now" he ordered and you stand there for a moment before Sam grabs ahold of your arm and pulls you upstairs with him.
When all of you are upstairs you pull up the ladder and for just a moment its quiet. There's no bugs and so you open you close your eyes for a moment just resting your head against the wall. Of course it doesn't last long. When does it ever. The bugs begin to eat through the ceiling and now they are swarming all of you again. You are quick to take off your jacket and draping it over the kid. "shield yourself as much as possible with it. Okay?" he nods and does his best and it seems to be helping him a bit more.
You huddle with the family leaving Sam and Dean to try to figure it out. The family took off their own jackets and started covering themselves up with it. Blocking the bugs as much as possible which was difficult to do. They were covered for the most part but you weren't so the bugs were gravitating towards you more.
The sound from all of them. The buzzing was starting to make you become extremely sensitive to all sound. You shut your eyes and took deep breaths but your body still started to shake. "fuck not right now" you said to yourself. Your legs soon started to give out and so now you were sitting on your knees swatting at the bugs that were flying around you.
You were like this for a long while until the sun started to come out. Which made the bugs disappear. You were sitting down with your hands on your ears trying to calm yourself down but you couldnt. The family start to get up and put down the jackets that were shielding them while Dean and Sam are helping them back downstairs. Sam is the first to notice you handnt gotten up so he comes over to you while telling Dean to continue helping them. "hey come on its over" he grabs ahold of your arm causing you to flinch back.
Sam is confused because hes never seen you like this. Usually you would already be with the family making sure they were okay. But here you were curled up in yourself shaking. "Man come on get up. We gotta get back to the room" he wasnt frustrated or anything just concerned as you went mute.
He calls for Dean and he instantly comes back upstairs and sees you. "I don't know what to do. He's just mute and shaking" Dean holds up his hand silently telling him to shut up before sitting next to you. When he speaks he does it quietly. "i'm going to hold you now okay" he doesn't wait for you to respond because he knows you aren't able to and so he just holds you in his arms for a moment. Your head rests against his chest as he runs his hands up and down your back lightly.
Sam goes downstairs talkling to the family for a bit making sure they knew what they were doing. Eventually you look up at Dean and he looks down at you. "you okay?" he asks and you nod. "yeah im okay just really want to go to the hotel and pass out." He laughs quitely before standing up and helping you up.
When the both of you go down Sam gives you a thumbs up and you give him one back. Sam knew about your autism but he had never seen you react that way before. You knew it wasn't his fault for how he reacted. The kid that you had given your jacket walks up to you handing you it. "its a bit ripped sorry"
You shake your head. "its okay just means it worked well. I'm glad you all are okay" He and his parents both tell the three of you thank you and then you all leave.
A while into the car ride is when you finally spoke. "i'm sorry for how i reacted back there. I should have helped more" Dean quickly grabs onto your hand and Sam puts his hand on your shoulder. "don't apologize for something you cant control. we will never think of you any different" Dean says and then Sam speaks "Also you helped so much. You were helping the family in any way that you could even when you were feeling badly. Thank you"
Sam squeezes your shoulder before sitting back and for once Dean doesn't turn on rock music. Instead he puts on soft quiet songs that make you fully relax.
The rest of the night is spent with fast food and cuddling in bed with your boyfriend. You have your head on his chest while his arms wrap around you. Neither of you speak because its not needed and eventually you fall asleep with him holding onto you.
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thewnchstrs · 21 days ago
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Mystery Spot
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Pairing: Winchester!Sister(OC)
Summary: While Sam, Dean and Ellie are investigating the disappearance of a man from a tourist location, Dean and Ellie are shot and killed.
Disclaimers: blood, gunshots, death(lots of it), stabbing
Word Count: 10.6k
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Broward County, Florida
Sam's POV
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
I shot upwards in the motel bed, my eyes flying open, the alarm clock next to me blaring the 1982 song through its small speakers. My eyes darted across the room where Dean was sitting on the bed, lacing his shoes and Ellie was throwing her coat on.
“Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean yelled over the music.
“Dude. Asia?” Ellie asked, watching Dean skeptically.
“Come on, Sam loves this song and he knows it.”
I rubbed my tired face, trying to soothe my racing heart. “Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I’m gonna kill myself.”
Dean reached back behind him, turning the volume louder and louder. “What?” he shouted, motioning to his ears. “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you!”
It was the heat of the moment
I laughed, rolling my eyes as he began dancing, pointing his finger at me and shaking his hips, getting up, and dancing all the way to the bathroom.
The heat of the moment shone in your eyes
The small motel bathroom was less than ideal for three people at once, but nonetheless, we managed to work around the sink. I squeezed the thick toothpaste onto my toothbrush, examining it with concern as to whether or not it was toxic, Ellie was pulling her long hair back into a ponytail, nearly elbowing Dean in the eye as he gargled mouth wash for what felt like an eternity. I watched him, my eyebrows coming together as he glanced at me sideways, smiling before spitting it into the sink.
“That’s not a talent, you know.” Ellie said, pulling her hair through the hair tie, not before the black band snapped between her fingers, sending it soaring to the other corner of the bathroom. “Dammit.”
“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try to beat my record.”
“What’s your record?”
Dean checked his watch, stopping the timer. “Three minutes!”
Ellie shook her head, grabbing another hair tie. “You need a hobby.”
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“Whenever you’re ready, Dean.” I said from the doorway. Ellie stood beside me, arms crossed over her chest as we watched Dean frantically scour the motel room. Dean stopped at his duffel bag, pulling out numerous shirts, pairs of pants, socks, and…a bra? 
He held it up, looking to me as he smirked, “This yours?” I glared at him, but Dean only laughed, taking his sweet time as he threw it back into the bag before finally pulling out his gun. “Aha! Bingo.”
“Dean, we’re going for breakfast not a heist,” I said, even though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t take my gun with me everywhere I went, too.
“Can never be too careful. Now, who’s ready for some food?”
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We entered the diner just around the corner from our motel room, walking in as an old man was handed his change, making his way out the door.
“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.” A waitress holding a pot of coffee said to a man sitting at the counter. He pulled a few coins out of his pocket, sliding them to her.
“Some coffee.”
Ellie and I slid into a booth next to each other, Dean on the other side who was already looking at the specials for Tuesday. A pig was drawn on a large whiteboard hanging above the counter.
“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke,” Dean smiled, pointing to the menu.
“Do you even know what that is?” Ellie asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
Before Dean could begin to think of a smartass answer, the waitress came to the table, notepad in hand. “You kids ready?”
“Yes! I’ll have the special, a side of bacon and a coffee,” Dean said.
“Make it two coffees and a short stack,” I said, Ellie nodding in agreement.
“You got it.”
Dean leaned forward over the table after the waitress had left. “I’m telling you guys this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.”
Ellie groaned, “Can we have one week where we don’t have to worry about her going around fucking everything up?”
“Wow,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“Fine. Let’s get right on that,” she said sarcastically. “Where is she again?”
“Shut up,” Dean groaned.
“Look, believe me, I want to find her just as bad as you do,” I said this time, but Ellie was right. I pulled out the folded newspaper from my coat. “In the meantime, we have this.”
Dean picked up the papers, looking them over as he recalled the research we’d done before making the six hour drive here. “Alright, so this professor-”
“Dexter Hasselback,” Ellie chimed in. “He was passing through town last week when he vanished.”
“Last known location?”
I pulled a pamphlet from the stack of papers. “His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot.”
Dean snatched the booklet, flipping it over in his hands as he read the back cover: “’Where the laws of physics have no meaning!’. What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
The waitress returned to the table, her tray balanced on one hand. “Three coffees- black, and some hot sauce for the-” the bottle of hot sauce teetered on the tray she was holding before it fell to the ground, shattering on the floor next to me. The waitress smiled sheepishly. “Crap. Sorry…Clean up!”
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Leaving the restaurant, we took a sharp left down the sidewalk, keeping clear of the dog barking at our heels.
“Sam you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right?” Dean said skeptically as we walked down the sidewalk. “I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling. The only danger’s to your wallet.”
“Okay, look. I’m just saying there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people- the Bermuda Triangle, the Oregon Vortex.”
“Broward County Mystery Spot?” Ellie questioned, her eyebrows raised.
“Well, sometimes these places are legit!”
“Alright so if it is legit- and that’s a big ass ‘if’- what’s the lore?” Dean asked just as a woman, seemingly coming out of nowhere, bumped roughly into Dean’s arm.
“Excuse me,” she said quickly, clutching a stack of paper close to her chest.
“The lore’s pretty freaking nuts, actually,” I went on as Ellie rolled her eyes at Dean who smirked back at the woman. “I mean, they say these places, the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend space-time, sending victims nobody knows where.”
“Sounds a little X-Files to me.”
“I told you it wouldn’t fit!” A man yelled to another as they struggled to fit a piano inside a door nearly half its size.
“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!” the other man hollered back.
“Alright, look, I’m not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we got to check it out, see if we can do something.”
Ellie nodded, “I’m with Bigfoot on this one.”
“Alright, alright,” Dean gave in. “We’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look.”
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I picked the lock to the entrance of the Mystery Spot, pushing the door open as we entered a hallway, painted green with a continuous black swirl going ‘round and ‘round the room. We held our flashlights close, Ellie pointed the EMF detector at each wall, waiting for it to spike. As we walked further into the room, Dean flashed his light onto the ceiling where, sure enough, a table accompanied by an ashtray and a lamp were nailed to the ceiling. “Wow. Uncanny.”
“Find anything?” I asked Ellie who scanned the EMF detector over every corner of the room. I examined a table that seemed to be resting on just one leg.
“No.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?” Dean asked me.
I hesitated, “Uh…yeah…no.”
“That sounds more like it,” he nodded as I continued wandering around the room, flashing my light on the random knick knacks scattered on counters and the walls.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind me, a high pitched voice that sounded terrified, “What the hell you doing here?”
The three of us whipped around, immediately training our guns on a man in a button down shirt, holding a shotgun. He shook, shielding his eyes from the light but stood strong, holding the gun tight.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! We can explain,” Dean said, holding up the hand that held his gun.
The man swiftly switched positions, pointing the gun at Ellie now, my heart leaping into my throat as he swung the weapon around. “You robbing me?!”
Ellie held her hands in the air. “Look, nobody’s robbing you. Calm down.” Dean lowered his weapon, motioning for me to do the same.
“Don’t move!” The man yelled, now pointing the gun back to Dean. “Don’t move!”
“I’m just putting the gun down-”
Before any of us could even fathom what was happening, two gunshots went off, one right to the middle of Dean’s chest, the other in the middle of Ellie’s.
“Ellie! Dean!” I screamed, running toward the two of them as they gripped their chests just over the bullet holes, blood seeping through their fingers. I bent down in between them, grabbing them by their shoulders one at a time, bouncing between them because I couldn’t even fathom where to start. “Hey…hey!”
The two of them shook in pain, gripping my jacket sleeves as they struggled to breathe. My heart twisted in pain as I quickly shot a look to the man who stood, gun now on the ground as he watched in shock. “Call 911-”
“I- I didn’t mean-”
“Now!”
I turned back to Ellie and Dean as they sputtered, now beginning to choke on the blood that coated their teeth and dribbled down onto their chins. “Hey, hey, no. God, no- not like this. C’mon!”
I watched, struggling to help them but all I could do was hold them close as they gasped for air before taking their last breaths, their eyes fluttering to a close.
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It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
I shot upwards in the motel bed, my eyes whipping open, the alarm clock next to me blaring the 1982 song through its small speakers. My eyes darted across the room where Dean was sitting on the bed, lacing his shoes and Ellie was throwing her coat on.
“Rise and shine, Sammy!”
My eyes bounced between the two of them to the alarm clock on the bedside table, concern and most of all, relief, filling me. Weren’t they…dead?
“Dude. Asia,” Dean smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. The music continued playing as they went about their routine, just like yesterday.
“Dean,” I said, nearly a whisper.
“Oh, come on! You love this song and you know it.” Just like yesterday, Dean reached behind him, turning the music up louder making Ellie roll her eyes. I watched as Dean began to dance, swiveling his hips on the bed before dancing his way to the bathroom. Again.
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I downed a whole cup of water, sloshing it around in my mouth as I thought about the morning. Everything from Asia, to Dean dancing, the bathroom, even down to Ellie nearly elbowing Dean in the eye as she tied her hair back.
I watched Dean intently as he gurgled the mouthwash again before spitting it out into the sink. “What?”
I shook my head, this had to be a dream. An incredibly fucked up dream. “I don’t- I don’t know.”
“You all right?” El asked, tightening her hair into place when the rubber band snapped, sending it flying over my head to the corner of the bathroom. I looked down at it on the floor. It was the only one there, the one from the day before was gone. “Dammit.”
“No. I think I…” I stared at my bed, feeling on edge. “Man, I had a weird dream.”
“Yeah?” Dean asked, picking something in between his front two teeth. “Clowns or midgets?”
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“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I watched the exchange, my mind had to be playing tricks on me. It had to be because I hadn’t been sleeping well lately…
“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.”
At the sound of this, I turned slightly on my heels, watching as the waitress waited, the man at the counter counting his change, sliding it over to her.
“Coffee.”
I shook my head, trying to figure it all out as we slid into the same booth, with me closest to the window. I tried to shake this feeling that something was not right, thankful just that they were both in front of me, alive.
“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke,” Dean said, pointing to the menu, making my head pop up. I eyed Ellie, waiting for any strange reaction from her but she just laughed, shaking her head.
“Do you even know what that-”
“It’s Tuesday?” I interjected.
Dean and Ellie side-eyed each other. “Yeah?”
This day was getting weirder and weirder. I sat back in the booth as the same waitress came, her notepad in hand. “Are you kids ready?”
“Yes! I’ll have the special, side of bacon, and a coffee,” Dean smiled.
“Make that two coffees and a short stack.”
My head bobbed between Dean, Ellie and the waitress, my eyes wide. “Uh, nothing for me. Thanks.”
“Let me know if you change your mind.”
After the waitress was out of earshot, Dean began talking, staring out the window, “I’m telling you guys, this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.”
“Can we have one week where we don’t have to worry about her going around fucking everything up?” Ellie groaned, just like yesterday. I bounced my knee up and down nervously, constantly checking over my shoulder.
“Hey,” Dean said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “You with us?”
“What?”
“You sure you feel okay?” Ellie asked.
I sighed, struggling to find the right words without sounding crazy, “You don’t…you don’t remember any of this?”
Ellie and Dean watched me in confusion. “Remember what?”
“This. Today. Like- like its…like its happened before?” I felt like the world was going topside.
“You mean like deja vu?” Dean asked, nodding.
“No. I mean like its- like it’s really happened before.”
“Yeah. Like deja vu,” Ellie echoed.
“No! Forget about deja vu!” I nearly shouted, trying to calm myself down before I flipped out entirely. “I’m asking you if it feels like- like we’re living yesterday all over again.”
The two of them sat silently in the booth, watching me in confusion before Dean began to speak slowly, “Okay…how is that not dej-”
“Don’t! Don’t say it!” I said firmly, my eyes wild as I stopped him before he went any further. “Just don’t even-”
“Two coffees- black,” the waitress said, coming back to the table. I watched the hot sauce as it teetered again against the edge of the tray. “And some hot sauce for the- whoops!” Quickly, I reached my hand out, grabbing the bottle in mid air before it came crashing down onto the floor in a million pieces.
I looked at the bottle in my hand as the waitress gasped, “Thanks!”
She sat down the rest of our food before leaving. Dean smiled at me, sticking his fork into his food. “Nice reflexes.”
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I watched over my shoulder, eyeing the same dog that was tied to the bike rack the day before.
“Sam, I’m sorry, but, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Ellie said as we continued down the sidewalk.
“Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right?” I began, knowing I sounded crazy but couldn’t find it in me to care. “But today is Tuesday, too!”
Dean raised his eyebrows, nodding once, “Yeah. No. Good. You’re totally balanced.”
“So you don’t believe me?” 
Dean and Ellie laughed, just as Dean was roughly bumped in the arm again by the same woman who held a stack of papers in her hands. “Excuse me.”
“Look, I’m just saying that it’s crazy, you know?” Ellie said this time, hands stuffed in her pockets. “Even for us crazy-”
“Yeah like, dingo-ate-my-baby crazy!” Dean said, eyeing me as I shook my head in disbelief. “Hey, maybe it’s like your psychic shit, you know?”
“No! That’s not it, I’m telling you, this is something much different. Look…we were at the Mystery Spot, and then…” I thought about the rest of what had happened, specifically how it all ended.
“…And then what?” Ellie prodded.
I bit the inside of my lip, desperately trying to push away the awful images of their deaths. There was no use in worrying them. “Then...then I woke up.”
“I told you it wouldn’t fit!”
“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!”
“Wait a minute!” I said suddenly, turning to them as if a light bulb had switched on over my head. “The Mystery Spot! You think maybe it…”
“Maybe what?”
“We gotta check that place out,” I said, making Dean groan. “Just go with me on this.”
“Alright. Alright, we’ll go tonight after close, get ourselves a nice long look.”
Immediately, my heart sank. “Wait. What? No.”
“Why not?” Ellie asked, her eyebrows inched together.
I hesitated. “Let’s just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded!”
Ellie and Dean glanced at each other, eyes wide before Dean turned back to me, starting down the street again. “My God, you’re a freak.”
“You guys!”
“Okay! Whatever. We’ll go now.”
I sighed, hoping that once we figured all of this out we would finally get me out of this loop I seemed to be trapped in. I watched as they began to cross the street, falling slightly behind. I had just set foot on the crosswalk when suddenly a car came barreling down the end of the street, plowing straight into the two of them. I shielded myself as they flew in the air before landing roughly face down on the pavement, the car screeching to a halting stop.
“No, no no no no!” I ran toward them, rolling them onto their backs, their faces coated in blood. I sat, shocked, as I whipped my head toward the driver of the car. Mr. Pickett from the diner stuck his head out of the driver’s side window.
“Hey, Dean…Ellie, c’mon!” I held them, moving their hair back from their faces, tears welling in my eyes from seeing them die for the second time in a row.
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It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
I shot upwards in the motel bed, my eyes flying open, the alarm clock next to me blaring the 1982 song through its small speakers. My eyes darted across the room where Dean was sitting on the bed, lacing his shoes and Ellie was throwing her coat on.
“Rise and shine, Sammy!”
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I watched from the doorway as Dean gargled his mouthwash next to Ellie who cursed as yet another hair tie broke around her fingers. My heart sank at the sight. It was Tuesday. Again.
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“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke.”
“Do you even know what that-”
“Would you guys listen to me? ‘Cause I am flipping out,” I said in a stern voice but they only watched me in confusion as the waitress came by the table.
“Are you three ready?”
I immediately jumped in, reciting their orders from memory because I needed to get to the bottom of whatever was happening, “They’ll take the special, side of bacon, two coffees and a short stack. Nothing for me, thanks.”
The waitress raised her eyebrows, tapping on her notepad with her pen. “You got it.”
I rubbed a hand down my face as I sat back against the booth, bouncing my leg up and down. Dean smirked, “Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.”
“Quit screwing around, Dean,” I said, my arms now on the table. I was so anxious I could hardly sit still.
“Alright, we’re listening,” Ellie said. I could tell she was trying not to laugh. “So…now you think you’re in some kind of a...what?”
“Time loop.”
“Like Groundhog Day?” Dean asked this time.
“Yes! Exactly. Like Groundhog Day.”
“Uh-huh,” Dean nodded, a smile playing at his lips.
This was becoming increasingly old, quick. “So you don’t believe me?”
They laughed, “It’s- it’s just a little crazy. Even for us…crazy. You know like-”
“Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy?” I finished.
Dean’s eyes flicked up to me, “How’d you know I was gonna say that?”
“Because you’ve said it before, Dean! That’s my whole point, and- and when Ellie puts her hair up she always snaps the first hair tie. I’ve lived this day for the third time already!”
They watched me, their eyes raking over my face as if deciding whether to believe me or to call me crazy when the waitress came by again, as expected. “Two coffees- black, and some hot sauce for the- whoops!” Without even reacting, I stuck out my hand, catching the bottle before setting it back down on the table. “Thanks.”
“Nice reflexes.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I knew it was gonna happen.”
“Okay, look,” Ellie tried. “I’m sure that there’s some sort of explanation-”
“You’re just gonna have to go with me on this, alright? You just have to. You owe me that much.”
“Calm down-”
“Don’t tell me to calm down! I can’t calm down. I can’t because…” I took in a sharp breath, stopping myself.
“Because what?” Ellie asked. She seemed more concerned than anything, now. 
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again, “Because you guys die today.”
There was a beat of silence before Dean spoke, “We’re not gonna die. Not today, at least.”
“Twice now,” I said, barely above a whisper. “I’ve watched you die…and I can’t-” I shook my head, my chest tightening as understanding settled over them. “I won’t do it again, okay? And you two are just gonna have to believe me. Please.”
“Alright,” Dean said after another moment of silence had passed and Ellie nodded her head in agreement. “I still think you’re nuts but…” Dean watched me, probably noticing how utterly terrified I looked, his face falling. “Okay. Whatever this is, we’ll figure it out.”
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Barking dog. Check.
“Excuse me.” Check.
“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!” Check.
I ran through the list in my head, mentally ticking all of them off as we walked down the sidewalk.
“And you think this cheesy ass tourist trap has something to do with it?” Dean asked as we passed the men trying to carry the piano up the narrow stairs.
“Maybe it’s the real deal, you know?” Ellie suggested. “The magnetic fields bending space-time or whatever.”
“I don’t know that all seems a little too X-Files for me.”
“There’s no other way to explain it, Dean!” I said defensively, tired of hearing the same dialogue over and over again.
“Alright! Alright. We’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look.”
I held out a hand, signaling for them to stop. “No, no, no. We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you guys…” I hesitated, not even wanting to say the words let alone think about it.
“We what?” Dean questioned, raising his eyebrows at my hesitation. “We die there?”
“Blown away, actually.”
“Huh,” Dean said, deep in thought. “Okay. Let’s go now.”
Dean and Ellie set off the cross the street, leaving me a few strides behind when I remembered the day before. Instantly, I was airborne, flying toward them as I clutched their jackets, yanking them back onto the sidewalk as Mr. Pickett flew by in his car, yelling obscenities out the window. Dean laughed lightly, watching the car fly down the street. “Shit. Thanks, Sam.”
Ellie watched me as I breathed heavily and uneasily, just narrowly avoiding their death again. She pointed to the car that became farther and farther away. “What...did he-”
“Yesterday,” I confirmed. “Yeah.”
“And?” Dean butted in.
I raised my eyebrows, shaking my head, “And what?”
“Did it look cool? Like in the movies?”
I sighed, having to bite my tongue before looking him dead in the eyes, “You peed yourself.”
Dean was taken aback, a disgusted look crawling over his face as Ellie held back her laughter. “Of course I peed myself...a man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!”
Slowly, as Ellie and Dean turned around, they did a double take, checking each side of the street before continuing on our way to the Mystery Spot.
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“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this,” the owner of the Mystery Spot said to us, the same guy that shot Ellie and Dean just two days ago. I kept my hand hovered over my gun, not taking my eyes off of him. “We could use all the good ink we can get.”
“How long have you owned the place, Mr. Carpiak?” Ellie asked. We’d decided that the best angle to take this from was as journalists, looking to write a story about the Mystery Spot.
“Well, my family’s been guarding the secrets here since you don’t want to know when,” he said, eyeing Dean who was writing notes down on the notepad in his hands.
“So you’d know if anything strange happened?”
“Strange?” Mr. Carpiak said. “Strange happens here all the time. It’s a mystery spot.”
“What exactly does that mean?” I asked this time, wishing he’d cut straight to the point instead of trying to sell his business crap to us.
“Well, uh…it’s where the laws of physics…have no meaning,” he said, reciting the words from the back of the pamphlet. Mr. Carpiak held out his hand, flipping it from palm side up to palm side down as if that were supposed to mean something. Dean watched him, eyebrows cinched together at the gesture.
“Okay. Like how?” I asked, my voice rising in frustration.
Mr. Carpiak gestured behind him at the line of families, eagerly searching through the Mystery Spot. “Take the tour.”
I opened and closed my mouth, unsure of what to say to the guy. Thankfully, Dean took over once he’d seen how upset I was becoming. “The guy who went missing -- Dexter Hasselback -- he take the tour?”
Mr. Carpiak smiled in confusion, his eyes bouncing between the three of us. “Hold on a minute. What kind of article is this?”
“Just answer the question,” I blurted.
He glared at me, a burning anger behind his white smile. “The police scoured every inch of this place, they couldn’t find that man. I never seen him before. We’re a family establishment-”
“Listen to me,” I warned, taking a step toward the man who couldn’t have been any taller than Ellie was. His eyes went wide. “There’s something weird going on here. Now, do you know anything about it or not?”
“Okay, look,” Mr. Carpiak began, holding his hands up as he whispered. “Guys, um, give it a break. I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, alright? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds.”
I curled my hand around the hilt of the gun when a hand pulled me back. “Okay, Kojak,” Dean said, grabbing me by the arm. “Lets get some air.” He leaned in close to me, whispering, “And let go of the gun.” My chest rose and fell heavily as I finally loosened my grip, my hand falling to my side.
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“Well I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought. It’s full of crap,” Dean said as we left the Mystery Spot.
“So what is it, then?” I asked, hoping one of them would have some kind of answer. “What the hell is happening to us?”
“I don’t know,” Ellie said, shaking her head before she stopped us in the middle of the sidewalk, holding an arm out, her eyes closed in concentration. “Alright, let me just…so, everyday, we die?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s when you wake up again, right?”
I thought about it before nodding, “Yeah.”
“So let’s make sure we don’t die.” I scoffed, knowing it wasn’t going to be that easy. “I’m serious! If Dean and I make it to tomorrow then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out.”
I paused, contemplating whether it could actually work. “Do you think?”
Dean shrugged, “Worth a shot to me. I say we grab some takeout, head back to the motel, lay low until midnight.” I hesitated as him and Ellie nodded, agreeing to the plan. “Alright, good. Who wants Chinese?”
Then, as if it had fallen straight from the sky, a large piano came slicing through the air, smashing Ellie and Dean under it like two pancakes, blood splattering the side of the building. Something straight out of a cartoon. My eyes went wide as they met the man next to the building who held a rope in between his hands, the other man stuck his head out of the second story window, both of their mouths agape.
I sighed, my shoulders slumping forward, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding-”
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It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
“Rise and shine, Sammy!”
I glanced around the room from where I sat in bed, Dean lacing up his boots as Ellie pulled her coat on. Slowly, I laid back down on the pillows, wishing I knew what to do.
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“I still think you’re nuts, but whatever this is, we’ll figure it out,” Dean said, eyes wide after I had quietly told them about the last three days.
“Thanks,” I managed out halfheartedly, my head resting on one of my palms while we sat in the same booth at the same diner.
Dean and Ellie glanced at each other before Ellie spoke up, “So, uh…if you’re stuck in Groundhog Day, why? What’s behind it?”
I sat up straighter in my seat. “First I thought it was the Mystery Spot, now I’m not so sure.”
“What do we do?”
“Well, we keep you guys breathing, try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that’s the only thing I can think of.”
Dean shrugged, probably trying to make me feel better, “Shouldn’t be too hard.”
I laughed shortly, “Yeah, right. I’ve watched you two die a few times now, and I can’t ever seem to stop it.”
“Well, nothing’s set in stone,” Ellie said, trying to reassure me but I’d only feel better once I was out of this godforsaken loop.
“You say I order the same thing everyday, right?” Dean asked, my eyes flicking up to him.
“Yeah. Pig ‘n a poke, side of bacon.”
Dean nodded before turning toward the counter where our waitress stood, calling out to her, “Excuse me, sweetheart.” She turned from where she was talking to one of the other waitresses, smiling. “Can I get sausage instead of bacon?”
“Sure thing, hon.”
Dean turned to me, giving me his best smile, “See? Different day already. You see, if we all decide that El and I aren’t gonna die, El and I aren’t gonna die.” I smiled slightly to myself, the day already seemed to be looking up.
As the waitress rounded the corner she set three plates of food in between Ellie and Dean. They both smiled, “Thank you.”
Using their forks, Dean pierced one of the sausages, biting into it, as Ellie made a show of cutting a piece of pancake and stuffing it into her mouth, eliciting a small laugh from me as I just shook my head. All seemed to be looking up until I heard two small coughs turning into both of them clawing at their throats, their faces becoming red.
“Dean? El?” I said, my face going white as they dropped their forks and flopped onto the table. “Guys?”
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It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
“You mean we can’t even go out for breakfast?” Dean called from the bathroom where he was taking a shower.
“You’ll thank me when it’s Wednesday!” I yelled back. I watched with nervous anticipation as Ellie straightened her hair in the bathroom mirror.
“Whatever that means,” Dean mumbled to himself. I sat on my bed, trying to plan out the most risk free day I could when I heard a loud squeak from the bathroom followed by Dean screaming out in pain. At the same time, the straightener in Ellie’s hands burst into flames-
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It was the heat of the moment
We sat around the motel table, taking the first bite of tacos we’d just unwrapped, Ellie and Dean taking the first bites of them. My mouth hovered over mine as I watched their expressions, their jaws pausing mid-chew.
Ellie examined hers, “Do these tacos taste funny to you?”
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It was the heat of the moment
“Move the lamp that way!” Ellie yelled to Dean who was holding the power cord, reaching down to plug it in as Ellie yanked the lamp toward her, electricity traveled up the power cord and through the lamp-
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It was the heat of the moment
I swung the ax over my shoulder as I brought it to the wall in one swift motion, hitting the same spot each time as I sought out to tear down the Mystery Spot for good. Dean helped me with his own ax, much to his protest.
Ellie squatted down next to Mr. Carpiak who we tied and duct taped to a chair. “Everybody’s fine. Nobody’s gonna get hurt, okay?” She said, trying to calm him even though she herself was probably slightly afraid of me, who ruthlessly tore at the wall. “Sam? Maybe you should drop the ax and let this guy go. What do you say?”
Dean turned to Ellie, begging for an end to whatever I was having them do. He had already sweat through his shirt but I showed no signs of slowing down. I let off on the wall, turning to look at the two of them. I held the ax, pointing it to the wall. “Something’s got to be going on here. I intend to find out what.”
“Place is tore up pretty good, Sam,” Dean panted. “Time to give it a rest.”
“No!” I shouted in anger. “I’m gonna take it down to studs.” I threatened as I swung at the wall again.
Ellie laughed lightly to the owner as if to say, “It’s fine, he’s just crazy!”
“Sam, that’s enough,” Dean said in his best parental voice. “Give me the ax.”
“No!”
“Come on,” Ellie said as he stood from his spot on the floor, assisting Dean with trying to wrestle it out of my hands. “Give me the ax!”
“This is crazy!”
“Leave it!”
“Come on! Get off!”
I had accidentally swung the ax too hard, straight through the middle of both Ellie and Dean, blood spraying over Mr. Carpiak who screamed behind the duct tape over his mouth.
“Oh no.”
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It was the heat of the moment of the moment
“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.”
“Coffee.”
We sat down in the booth as I slouched down into the seat, not meeting either of their gazes.
“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke,” Dean said, pointing to the sign above the counter.
“Do you even know what that is?”
Before the expected conversation could go on any longer, I threw a set of car keys onto the table in the middle of the three of us. Dean and Ellie’s eyes flicked up to each other in confusion. “What are those?”
“The old man’s,” I said tiredly. They both continued to watch me in confusion. “Trust me. You don’t want him behind the wheel.”
“You three ready?” Doris asked. I had finally actually taken the time to learn her name after all these Tuesdays.
“Yes, we are,” Dean said, eyeing me as I lazily drew on the table with my pointer finger. “I’ll have the special, a side of bacon and a coffee.”
“Make that two coffees and a short stack, please.”
After Ellie had given her order, I began talking to the waitress without even looking up at her, “Hey, Doris. What I’d like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You’re a terrible shot.”
“How do you know-”
“Lucky guess,” I nodded, giving her a tight lipped smile.
“Okay,” Dean began, drawing the word out as Doris turned away from the table. “So, you think you’re caught in some kind of what again?”
“Time loop.”
“Like Groundhog Day,” Dean said, proudly.
“It doesn’t matter,” I shook my head. “There’s no way to stop it.”
“Jeez, you’re grumpy.”
“Yeah, I am. You want to know why?” I began before anybody could stop me, my eyes traveling up from the tabletop to Dean’s who were playful. “Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I’ve been through, and it never stops. Ever. So, yeah, I’m a little grumpy.”
They sat in silence, both of them watching me in confusion at what I’d said. I sighed, exhaling roughly, wanting to at least prove to them I wasn’t going crazy but constantly having to repeat myself to them was becoming exhausting. “Hot sauce.”
“What?”
Doris appeared. “Two coffees- black, and some hot sauce for the- whoops!”
I stuck my hand out, catching the hot sauce before hitting the ground, giving both of them a glare as I slammed it down onto the table.
“Nice reflexes-”
“I knew it was gonna happen. I know everything that’s gonna happen.” I crossed my arms over my chest, challenging them.
“You don’t know everything.”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Yeah right,” the three of us said in unison. They raised their eyebrows at me in slight surprise.
“Nice guess.” Now it was just Dean and I, staring each other down.
“It wasn’t a guess,” I corrected, eyebrow raised.
“Right, you’re a mind reader,” We said together, Dean’s eyes slightly going wide. “Cut it out, Sam. Sam!”
Dean huffed, clenching his jaw before leaning close over the table and I met him halfway as we spoke quickly at the same time, our voices running together. “You think you’re being funny but you’re being really really childish…Sam Winchester wears makeup.” Dean glanced around the diner, gearing himself up for the next part I was already prepared for. “Sam Winchester cries his way through sex…Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed, and every morning when he wakes up- okay enough!” We both sat back in our seats, Ellie’s eyes wide.
“That’s not all,” I said as I looked toward the counter. “Randy, the cashier? He’s skimming from the register. Judge Meyers? At night, he puts on a furry bunny outfit.” The man across the way nearly spilled his entire drink at the mention of it, Ellie and Dean listening intently. “Over there- that’s Cal. He’s gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home.”
“What’s your point?” Ellie asked.
“My point is I’ve lived through every possible Tuesday. I’ve watched you two die every possible way. I have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything I know to save your lives, and I can’t. No matter what I do, you die, and then I wake up. And then it’s Tuesday. Again.”
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“The dog,” I said out loud this time as it barked at our feet.
“There’s got to be some way out of this,” Ellie tried.
“Where’s my dang keys?” I recited as we passed Mr. Pickett.
“Where’s my dang keys?!”
“Excuse me.”
“Excuse me.”
“She’s kind of cute,” Dean chuckled as he pointed his thumb in the direction of the blonde before he stopped us. “Hey. All the times we’ve walked down this street, I ever do this?” Dean turned on his heels as he ran toward the woman who’d bumped into him, calling out to her. I paused, watching as he stopped the woman and she handed him a paper from the stack she held close to her. He jogged back, showing it to me.
“A hundred Tuesdays, you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?” I shook my head, feeling stupid I hadn’t thought of it before. “This the guy who went missing?” He held up the missing flyer, a black and white picture of an older man printed on the front.
“That’s him,” Ellie confirmed.
“That’s his daughter back there,” Dean said, turning the flyer around so he could see it. Immediately, I plucked it out of his hands as I ran toward the woman.
“Ma’am!”
Ellie and Dean watched as I took off down the road, the dog chained to the bike rack still barking at them from the ground.
“He is pretty cute,” Dean admitted to Ellie who was smiling lovingly at the dog. “Hey, buddy. Somebody need a friend?”
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It was the heat of the moment
I typed away at the computer in front of me while Ellie and Dean ate their breakfast in silence, most likely not wanting to push me any further now that I seemed to have been on edge all morning. “So, the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that’s not all he is.”
“What is he?”
“I talked to his daughter. The guy’s quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog. He writes about tourist attractions- mystery spots, UFO crash sites. He gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he’s already put four of these places out of business. Here.” I turned the laptop toward them, showing them the article I’d been looking at. Dexter Hasselback: Truth Warrior
“More like a pompous schmuck, if you ask me,” Dean said as he read the title.
“Yeah. Tell me about it. I mean I’ve read everything the guy’s ever written. He must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself.”
Ellie pulled the laptop in front of her as she scanned the page. “When did you have time to do all this research?”
My eyes bounced from her to the laptop and back to her before grabbing the computer and stuffing it back into my backpack as we exited the booth. “Come on.”
Dean laughed as he stood, check in hand, “It’s funny you know. I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on mystery spots and then he vanishes in one. It’s kind of poetic. Like just desserts.”
“You’re right,” I said as we walked to the cash register. I shifted the straps of the backpack on my shoulders as my eyes came to focus on the seat at the counter just in front of me. A quarter of a pancake left on an otherwise empty plate aside from an orange peel, but that wasn’t what was out of the usual. What was, was the red syrup smeared on the plate.
Ellie noticed my fixation, coming back to where I stood, “What’s wrong?”
I whipped around toward the windows where the same man who’d sat in the same spot every day walked past. “Guy has maple syrup for the past hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he’s having strawberry?”
“It’s a free country,” Dean said from behind El. “Man can’t choose his own syrup? What have we become?”
“Not in this diner,” I said, shaking my head. “Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes- ever…except me.”
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It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
I sat up stoically in bed, my face held firm. I knew what I had to do.
“Rise and shine, Sammy!”
It was the heat of the moment
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I watched the man at the counter intently, maple syrup sitting next to his plate as he cut his pancakes one by one, slowly eating them as he read the newspaper.
“So, you think you’re caught in some kind of what again?”
“Eat your breakfast.”
Dean rolled his eyes as he scraped his food onto his fork. I watched as the man at the counter set his silverware onto his plate and stood, paying for his food before leaving the diner. I grabbed the brown paper bag I’d concealed beside me as I followed him out the door.
“What’s in the bag?” Ellie called after me but I ignored her as I took long strides to keep up with the man. Once we were outside and around the back of the diner, I grabbed him by the shoulder, shoving him up against a chainlink fence.
“Hey!” He yelped as I held the wooden stake to his neck.
“I know who you are,” I growled, not letting up on the man. Ellie and Dean chased after me, coming to a stop on either side, “or should I say what.”
“Oh my God. Please don’t kill me,” the man begged but I knew it was just a facade.
“Uh, Sam-”
“It took me a hell of a long time, but I got it.”
“What?”
“It’s your M.O. that gave you away,” I said, almost sounding hysterical. Ellie and Dean watched me carefully. “Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts. Your kind loves that, don’t they?”
“Yeah, sure. Okay, buddy,” the man nodded, tears brimming his eyes. “Just put the stake down!”
“Sam maybe you should-” Ellie tried, but I refused, yelling at them which only scared the three of them more.
“No! There’s only one creature powerful enough to do what you’re doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops. In fact, you’d pretty much have to be a god…you’d have to be a Trickster.” Dean and Ellie’s interest peeked up at this, their eyes flicking to the man.
“Mister, my name is Ed Coleman. My wife’s name’s Amelia. I got two kids, for crying out loud! I sell ad space!”
“Don’t lie to me! I know what you are!” I shouted. “We’ve killed one of your kind before!” It was like a trigger as the man beneath my hands morphed his face until he looked completely different, his hair was no longer streaked with gray but now it was long and dark. His old features turned young, the new version of the man smiled even when threatened with the wooden stake at his neck. It was the same Trickster I could’ve sworn we’d killed months ago.
“Actually, Bucko,” he smiled, “you didn’t.”
“Why are you doing this?” I growled, putting more pressure on the stake. Ellie and Dean watched the scene unfold with wild eyes.
“You’re joking, right?” The Trickster asked. “You chuckle heads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn’t I do this?”
“And Hasselback,” Dean jumped in. “What about him?”
“That putz? He said he didn’t believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one,” he laughed, his Adams apple bobbing dangerously against the tip of the stake. “Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town.”
“So this is fun for you?” I asked, disgust twinging at my insides. “Killing Dean and Ellie over and over again?”
“One- yes, it is fun,” he nodded. “And two- this is so not about killing Dean and Ellie. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching the last two people you have left die everyday…forever.”
“You son of a bitch,” I dug the stake deeper into his neck.
He only smiled tauntingly, “How long will it take you to realize you can’t save them…no matter what?”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, nodding. Anger boiled up from the deepest pits of my body, using every ounce of strength I had not to rip him apart right then and there. “I kill you, this all ends now.” I pushed the stake into his neck, drawing blood as it trickled down into his shirt collar.
“Oh, hey! Whoa. Okay, okay. Look,” he said frantically. “I was just playing around. You can’t take a joke, fine. You’re out of it. Tomorrow, you wake up, it’ll be Wednesday…I swear.”
“You’re lying.”
“If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner.”
I thought about it, seriously considering letting him go, but for all the pain he’d put me through, it just didn’t seem like it was enough. “No. Easier to just kill you.”
“Sorry, kiddo. Can’t have that.” In an instant, before I could plunge the stake into his neck, he snapped his fingers, and he was gone.
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But you’d better promise me I’ll be back in time.
The music pulled me from my sleep, my eyes flashing open at what I thought was the dreaded chorus of Asia. However, as I sat up, Huey Lewis poured through the alarm clock on the bedside table. I scanned the room to where Dean stood at the sink, brushing his teeth and Ellie sat at the end of the other bed, scrolling through the messages on her phone.
“What,” Dean said, watching me as I sat wide eyed. “Are you gonna sleep all day?”
“No Asia,” I blurted, my heart pounding because this had to be a dream.
“Yeah, I know. This station sucks.”
I looked to the alarm clock, the bold block lettering of the most beautiful day of the week stared back at me. I gasped, smiling from ear to ear, “It’s Wednesday!”
“Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday,” Ellie remarked, shaking her head at me as I marveled at the clock, “and turn that music off, it’s awful.”
I threw the covers off, quickly standing off the bed. “What, are you kidding? This isn’t the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard!?”
Ellie and Dean shared a glance before they both shook their heads, “No…”
“Jesus, How many Tuesdays did you have?”
“I don’t know,” I said excitedly as I pulled on a jacket. “I lost count. Wait. What do you guys remember?”
“I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday, then I remember running into the Trickster,” Dean said, cleaning his toothbrush off in the sink. “That’s about it.”
I nodded. That was reassurance enough for me to know that the past hundred or so Tuesdays weren’t all just in my head. “Alright. Pack your stuff. Lets get the hell out of town. Now.”
“No breakfast?” Ellie asked.
I shuttered at the idea. “No breakfast.”
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Dean pulled a shotgun out of the arsenal in the trunk, tucking it safely into the weapons bag before zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulder.
“Man, are you sure we should’ve just let the Trickster go?” Dean asked Ellie as he locked the arsenal.
Ellie shook her head, “Didn’t really have much of a choice. He snapped us to Wednesday before Sam could off him.”
“Yeah, nice job back there, by the way,” Dean said to me as I jogged down the stairs from our second floor motel room. “I would’ve never guessed-”
I looked up from my feet toward Dean and Ellie who were frozen in their spot.  Cal from the diner stood in front of them, and next to him, Randy the cashier. They each sported a gun held shakily in their hands. “Give us your wallet.”
The three of us froze. Dean held his hands up,  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. Just relax.”
“I am relaxed!” Cal shouted, still holding the gun, pointing his at Ellie who put hers up, too. Randy’s hand shook violently as he stared down Dean.
“Okay,” I said, slowly rounding the car, trying to remedy the situation. This couldn’t happen today. “Alright, nobody wants this to end the wrong way. Let’s just talk about it.” That was when two loud gunshots echoed throughout the parking lot. My heart sank as I whipped my gun out, running toward Dean and Ellie who were laying face up as blood flowed freely out of their chests.
“No. No, no, no, no!” I ran toward them sliding across the pavement on my knees, patting both of their cheeks as if it would keep them with me. “Hey, come on, not today. Not today! This isn’t supposed to happen today.” I gripped them by their shirts, shaking them. “Come on…come on!”
I paused, my chest heaving as their eyes fluttered closed, all the color draining from their faces, both of them staring up at me. “Alright, Sam. Alright.” I closed my eyes, waiting to be thrown back into the motel bed, to be awoken by the sound of Asia blasting through the alarm speakers, however, as I opened my eyes, I remained on the street, my hands clasped around their shirts. “I’m supposed to wake up.” I whispered, my voice cracking, pulling them close. “Why am I not waking up?”
My chest clenched as I desperately tried to get sent back, to restart the day, slamming my eyes open and closed, open and closed, open and closed. All to no avail. I pulled them closer, ambulance sirens singing in the distance.
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Six Months Later.
Six months.
Six months and I hadn’t stopped trying to bring them back. I’d tried everything. From crossroads demons to anything in the old lore books. I’d completely separated from everybody, drawn in on myself because now the only important thing was to bring Dean and Ellie back. I continued to hunt. Crisscrossing the country in search of hunts and for anyone, or anything, that could give me information on where the Trickster could be. I’d made it my life’s mission. My motel rooms looked like a crazy person lived there, a US map taped to the wall above the bed, copied pages of lore books and sightings of what people claimed to be the Trickster decorated every square inch of my living space. I’d be damned if I let this go unsolved, I’d be damned if I let him go free one more time.
It was a voicemail that brought me to Bobby’s house in Sioux Falls. I’d been avoiding him for the better half of three months, the last time I’d spoken to him was on a case we’d worked back in February. Once I walked in, Bobby greeted me with a hug to which I didn’t have the strength or the will to give back.
“What’re we doing here, Bobby?” I asked.
“This is the last place for sure the Trickster worked his magic.”
“So?” I asked, no emotion present in my voice. I’d become a robot, so consumed in my work that all I did was go through the motions.
“So, you want this thing? I found a summoning ritual to bring the Trickster here.”
I would have been lying if I’d said I wasn’t at least slightly intrigued. “What do we need?”
“Blood,” he said simply.
“How much blood?”
“Ritual says near a gallon. It’s got to be fresh, too.” He motioned to the open pages of the book next to him as he sighed, resting an open hand on the desk.
“Meaning we have to bleed a person dry,” I said, unsure how this would even work.
“And it’s got to be tonight, or not for another 50 years.”
“Then let’s go get some,” I said, plain and simple. If it would bring them back, I’d do anything. I began walking toward the door of Bobby’s house, expecting him to follow me. However, when he just stood, staring at me, I raised my eyebrows at him in confusion.
“You break my heart, kid.”
“What?”
“I’m not gonna let you murder an innocent man,” Bobby said, shaking his head.
“Then why’d you bring me here?” I asked, my voice raising. I didn’t have time to play games.
“Why?” Bobby nearly shouted. “‘Cause it was the only way you’d see me! ‘Cause I’m trying to knock some sense into you. Because I thought you’d back down from killing a man!”
“Well you thought wrong,” I said plainly. “Leave the stuff. I’ll do it myself.”
“I told you, I’m not gonna let you kill anyone-”
“It’s none of your damn business what I do!” I shouted, getting closer to his face. My chest rose and fell quickly.
“You want them back so bad…” Bobby turned around, pulling something out of a brown duffel bag on the floor behind him. A knife, unlike I had ever seen. It was more of a dagger, but the blade looked like it had large waves in it. “Fine.”
“What are you talking about?”
He handed the dagger to me. “Better me than a civilian.”
I held the dagger in my hands, it suddenly felt extremely heavy. “You’re crazy, Bobby. I’m not killing you.”
“Oh. Now I’m the crazy one,” he said, his eyes softening as he looked at me for the first time in months. I felt so tired, so devoid of anything worth living for. “Look, Sam. I’m old. I’m coming near the end of my trail. But you can keep fighting, savin’ folk. But you need Dean and Ellie. So let me give ‘em back to you.”
“Bobby-”
“You and your brother, your sister…you kids are the closest thing I have to family. I want to do this.”
I flipped the knife in my hands, my chest becoming heavier and heavier as I gave in. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Bobby nodded, turning around as he kneeled down onto the hard floor, breathing heavily. “Just make it quick. Do it, son.”
“Yeah, okay, Bobby,” I said as I tucked the knife into my jacket before pulling out the long wooden stake I’d stuck in there before coming inside. “But do you want to know why?” I immediately sunk to the floor, holding the Trickster close to my chest as I drove the stake through his back, the tip of it coming out through his chest. “Because you’re not Bobby.”
I pushed him down onto the floor, waiting for him to disappear, but he remained still, blood dripping down his sides. It was then that I had feared I’d made a terrible mistake. “Bobby?” No response. “Bobby.” I said louder this time as if if it really were him he’d answer me. “Bobby!”
As if on cue, Bobby’s body emitted a blue glow and as it disappeared, the stake fell to the floor. I smiled slightly to myself before the stake flew across the room, into the hands of the Trickster. My eyebrows cinched together in confusion.
“You’re right,” the Trickster said, holding the stake where he’d caught it in his hand. “I was just screwing with you. Pretty good, though, Sam! Smart.” He began to circle me, pointing at me with the bloody stake. “Let me tell ya. Whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one in your family has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands. Holy Full Metal Jacket!”
“Bring them back,” I begged. In my heart, I knew this would be my last chance.
“Who? Dean and Ellie? Didn’t my girl send you the flowers? They’re dead. They ain’t comin’ back, either. Their souls are downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak.”
“Just take us back to that Tuesday- or Wednesday,” I said, never thinking I’d ever say those words. Tears began to pool in my eyes, my desperation peaking. “When it all started. Please. We won’t come after you. I swear.”
“You swear?”
“Yes,” I said seriously.
The Trickster shook his head, “I don’t know…even if I could-”
“You can.”
“True,” he nodded, “but that don’t mean I should. Sam, there’s a lesson here that I’ve been trying to drill into that pretty little head of yours.”
“Lesson? What lesson?”
“This obsession to save your siblings! The way you three keep sacrificing yourselves for each other. Nothing good comes out of it!” He stepped toward me, poking me in the chest with the stake. “Just blood and pain. Dean and Ellie- they’re your weakness, and you’re theirs. The bad guys know it, too. They’re going to be the death of you, Sam.”
I held back my tears because I knew he was right. They were my siblings. I would do anything for them, just like they’d done everything for me.
“Sometimes you just got to let people go.”
“It’s my brother...my sister,” I tried, my last attempt to bring them back. To salvage what remained of them.
The Trickster pursed his lips, “I get it, alright? And like it or not, this is what life’s gonna be like without them.”
“Please. Just…please,” I begged.
The Trickster sighed, hanging his head, “I swear, it’s like talking to a brick wall! Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. You’re Travis Bickel in a skirt, pal. I’m over it.”
“Meaning what, exactly?”
He turned on his heels, “Meaning that’s for me to know and you to find out.”
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But you’d better promise me I’ll be back in time.
Got to get back in time.
The music pulled me from my sleep, my eyes flashing open at what I thought was the dreaded chorus of Asia, however, as I sat up, Huey Lewis poured through the alarm clock on the bedside table.
I scanned the room, Dean was brushing his teeth at the sink and Ellie was sitting at the end of the other bed, scrolling through the messages on her phone.
“What, are you gonna sleep all day?” I watched them in astonishment as Ellie stood, stretching her arms high above her head as she came to stand next to Dean. “I know. No Asia. This station sucks.”
Looking back at the clock, three block letters stared back at me in the face, marking the most beautiful day of the week.
“It’s Wednesday,” I whispered to nobody in particular.
“Yeah,” Ellie said, smiling as she shook her head. “Which usually follows Tuesday. Turn that thing off, it’s awful.”
My heart was in my throat as I threw the covers off of my legs and I practically ran to Dean and Ellie, pulling them into a hug, gripping the back of their shirts as if if I let go they’d disappear again.
“Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?” Dean asked, patting my shoulder.
“Enough…wait,” I pulled back, looking between them, “what do you remember?”
They watched me with worried glances before Dean spoke up, “I remember you were pretty whacked out yesterday. I remember catching up with the Trickster…that’s about it.”
My eyes flicked to Ellie who nodded, letting me know that was all she could recall, too. I nodded, taking a deep breath, “Lets go.”
“No breakfast?”
I laughed, wondering if I’d ever eat breakfast again. “No. No breakfast.”
“Alright,” Ellie said, grabbing the duffel bags, “I’ll pack the car.”
“Wait, you guys aren’t going anywhere alone.”
“It’s the parking lot, Sam,” Ellie laughed but I firmly shook my head.
“Just…just trust me.”
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I zipped up my duffel bag, making sure that they all stayed in the motel room until we were all ready to leave. Once I’d given them the clear, Ellie and Dean had made it to the motel room door, opening it before catching a glimpse at me who stood almost frozen in the middle of the room.
“Hey, you don’t look so good. Something else happen?” Ellie asked from across the room.
I swallowed roughly, looking up from my duffel bag, “I just had a really weird dream.”
“Oh yeah?” Dean asked, smiling. “Clowns or midgets?”
They both smiled at me before making their way down the motel stairs. I turned, looking back at my bed that laid unmade, the alarm clock sitting quietly on the bedside table. I clicked the light off, shutting the door as I vowed to myself that I’d never be back to Broward County, Florida.
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swtsupernatural · 30 days ago
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D.W || MYSTERY SPOT
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Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Content Warning takes place a few weeks after 'Mystery Spot' 3.11, swearing, dean being dean, knives, and mentions of dean's death from 3.11.
Summary Angst, slow burn i think - Days have gone by and everyone in your town seem's to be on loop and you're the only one aware. Just as you're about to break down, two men in an Impala show up to lend a hand.
Ask @almostegg / @almosteggs : The brothers visit a new town that's stuck in a time loop. No one there is responsive and simply do their daily routine over and over again. Reader is the only one aware of what's happening and she is trapped within the town.
W.C. 2.2 k
Playlist: ♫ Picture Book - The Kinks, Bad Moon Rising - CCR, Your Love - Glass Animals
A.N. first ficcc so excited to finally get this up. enjoy <3 - claire
Gunnison, Colorado. It was meant to be a shortstop for the Winchester boys, mainly for gas and food. They were on the way to a hunt in Utah with what they figured was a Banshee, based on the news they’d heard at least. It was early November, and the temperature was declining everyday. People strolled through the small town in coats and scarves, cheeks pink from the cold. Dean could even see heat steaming off of Baby as he parked her at a random gas station.
“Oh, shit,” Sam muttered, his eyes leering over his book to see the bright orange symbol on Baby’s dash. Dean had just finished filling up his car and was inside the gas station purchasing a few bars and snacks from the teenager at the front. Sam came up behind his brother, his jaw clenched.
“Don’t tell me,” Dean muttered, tossing a random credit card to the cashier. 
“Car needs an oil change.” 
“Oh that’s just freaking great,” Dean turned to the cashier, a frown on his face. “Where’s the nearest car shop, kid?”
“It’s Steve’s Auto Parts, just down Terrace street on the left, but it’s closed right now.”
“Of course it is,” Dean signed. He looked at Sam through his brows before looking back at the kid. “Nearest motel?” 
“Now what, we just sit around all night until that damn shop opens in the morning?” Dean said through his teeth, tossing his back on the left bed. 
“Well, maybe we can actually get some sleep tonight. Relax, Dean, we’ll be on the road tomorrow before seven.” Sam searched through the restroom for supplies. Motel stops were the time to take things like towels, soap, and other stuff they could throw in Baby’s trunk in case they needed it. Sam sighed, finding nothing in the room except cracked walls and a small slab of used soap. “M’ gonna ask the front desk for some stuff, be right back.” Sam passed flickering hall lights, hearing conversations of guests through the thin walls.
“Good evening, sir, how may I help you?” 
“Hi, I just need some stuff for our room, thanks.” The woman at the front desk handed Sam two toothbrushes, some toothpaste, and a couple towels.  
“Have a goodnight. Oh, I completely forgot when you checked in.” She reached below the desk, opening a few drawers before handing him a pamphlet. “If you’re looking for some places in town to visit, here's a guide.” The town didn’t often house anyone but locals, not having a large population or many visitors at that. It seemed like everyone knew each other. 
Sam nodded, “Thanks, goodnight.”
“Have a great night, sir.”
The next morning the two woke up at six, the motel alarm blaring an ugly, distasteful BEEP-ing sound. They both packed the little they had swiftly, heading out though the creaking door. At the front desk, the same woman from last night stood stock-still; that same fake-looking smile on her face. 
“Goodmorning, folks, how may I help you?” 
“Just checking out,” Sam put the keys on the desk. She nodded, grabbing the keys, and packing them behind the desk. Suddenly, her face lit up as if she had just remembered a forgotten thought.
“Oh, I completely forgot when you checked in.” She reached below the desk, opening a few drawers before handing him a pamphlet. “If you’re looking for some places in town to visit here's a guide.” 
“Oh, thank you, but I already got one last night,” Sam smiled. She stared at Sam blanky.
“Have a great day, sir.” He nodded with tight lips, grabbing Dean’s arm and leading them outside.
“Dude, she said the exact same thing to me last night when I came down for stuff.” Dean shrugged.
“Probably just her regular spiel, you know how those jobs are.” Sam lowered his brows, his gaze on nothing in particular. 
“I don’t know, it was just weird…” Dean shrugged, “Who cares as long as we're out of here within an hour.” He focused on the road, more preoccupied with fixing Baby and getting on with the case they were supposed to be working on. A few minutes later, a large, rusted sign reading ‘Steve’s Auto Shop,’ came into view, the blue and red paint chipped away from weather and old age. Dean parked his car and walked hastily inside, Sam on his tail. 
“Hey!” They heard someone yelling. Inside, a woman stood at the front of the store, waving her hands frantically in the man’s face. She couldn’t have been much older than Sam. “Dad, this isn’t fucking funny, seriously.” The man stared at her blanky, before looking up at her, as if just registering her face.
“Hey, Honey, how can I help ya? Shouldn’t you be at school, it’s Monday.”
The woman groaned, her hands flying to cover her face in frustration, “Dad, it’s Thursday. Please, I’m begging you, stop this, whatever is going on, please…” Dean got closer and saw tears in her eyes. He approached her tentatively, making his voice known first.
“Hey,” the woman jumped at Dean’s voice, but she quickly looked relieved to see him, though Dean was sure they’d never met. She walked up to them impatiently, looking both of them up and down skeptically. “Are you real? You’re not…from here. You can see me right, hear me?” 
“Hey, it’s okay, we’re uh, real. What’s the matter?” Sam said gently, coming closer to her and Dean tentatively. She stared at Sam, then Dean, and sighed a heavy exhale. Dean knew that exhaustion she was feeling, he’d felt the same way before.
“Are you guys visiting?” They both nodded. “How long?” Dean explained how they had come last night and only meant to stop briefly, but was having car troubles. Usually he wouldn't give strangers his life story, especially in his line of work, but this woman was obviously in distress. An odd sort of distress. A, ‘supernatural problem’, sort of distress. She nodded, like she was trying to calm herself down enough to explain what was happening.
“I…I’m going to sound insane.” Sam and Dean gave each other a knowing look. Definitely their type of problem. 
“Trust me.” Sam interrupted. “We’ve probably heard weirder.”
“I don’t know…I woke up Monday and everything was normal. Tuesday, I woke up the same alarm, everyone was acting weird, like, repeating the same few things. And Wednesday it was the same, and I thought it would change today, but I feel like I’m going insane. I mean, my own father doesn’t recognize me, no one does. It's like they're all stuck. But I’m not. Heard that kind of crazy?”
Dean laughed, “Actually, yes. Uh, we might be able to help.”
“You’re serious?” She looked up at Dean, like she was finally seeing him, her eyes leering over his intensely green eyes and old brown jacket
Sam nodded, “This might sound even crazier, but we guess this is our buddy. Sounds like we’re dealing with a trickster.” 
“So…who are you guys?” 
“I’m Dean, this is Sam. We kinda deal with this type of stuff.” 
“What? The same day over and over? That kind of thing?”
“Not exactly, but I think we can help. I had to deal with this same thing a couple weeks ago.” She surveyed them once more, finally extending her hand, first to Sam.
She told them her name, and they replied this theirs. “Nice to meet you. Really nice, if you’re who you say you are.” She brushed her hair out of her face, walking outside, the boys following behind her. “That your car?” She asked. 
Dean nodded proudly. “Yeah.” 
“Nice.” Dean smirked, giving Sam a wink. Sam rolled his eyes, sighing loudly. 
“So,” Sam walked closer to you, saying your name, “Has anything crazy, other than this loop, happened yet? Like…someone getting hurt or…dying?”
“What the hell? No,” she stared at Sam with wide eyes. 
“Just asking,” Sam said, glad that at least she didn’t have to go through what he went through in his time loop. Dean sighed, not sure how he could get out of this. Last time Sam was stuck in one of these, he wasn’t aware of what was happening. Now the three of them were fully conscious and he still didn’t know what to do.
“We think you’re in a time loop,” Dean finally said behind her shoulder, making her turn her head slightly. Damn, they were tall. And this one was really cute…Jesus, she was stuck in a time loop, or something, and she was undressing this guy with her eyes. Not that he seemed to mind. 
Sam cleared his throat loudly and Dean and Y/N looked forward to Sam. “So, are there any odd sort of tourist attractions around here?” 
She shook her head, “No.” 
The brother looked into space, deep in thought before she decided to show them around, maybe give them ideas of what they could do.
“C’mon, let me show you what I mean.” She walked them through town, the same peoplee from yesterday strolling around town with scarves and coats alike. Suddenly, a hand sprung on Dean’s chest, shoving him to the side, a flower pot breaking where he stood. He looked to the side and saw her. “Sorry!” A woman from the apartment building yelled. Y/N mimicked her, a “sorry!” slipping from her mouth. They kept walking, and she prevented them from walking on the road, despite the crosswalk sign clearly flashing white. A car sped past, a police car following close behind. The boys kept walking, following her into a coffee shop.
“I’m gonna order a matcha, the woman behind me is gonna get a black coffee, and the man after her is gonna get a latte.” She ordered, waiting for her drink next to the boys, the woman behind her ordering a coffee, black, and the man following her ordering a… “Green tea, please.”
“Wait, he…” he winked at her, before looking at Sam and Dean with amusement on his face. Sam was on him in an instant, pulling him around the corner of the shop. “What, doing this to random innocent people, now, huh?” His face turned into a twisted smile that made Y/N’s stomach turn. The man’s face began to shift into a completely different one. He was still a person, but a nonidentical one.
“What the hell…” she backed up near Dean, and he put an arm in front of her space, the other arm reaching slowly for his knife.
The man smiled, “guess again, sweetheart.”
Dean lunged this time, his knife pressed even closer than Sam’s.
“You get her out of this before I end you here, and now.” Sam was next to her now, letting Dean take out his own anger on the trickster. Sam was almost still. The being under dean’s knife had left Sam alone and broken after dean ‘died.’ It was the worst time of his life. Losing Dean had turned him into a monster, and he hadn’t even told Dean everything.
“What did she do to deserve this mess, huh? Fuck with us all you want but she’s not a part of this.”
The man slimed in Dean’s grip. “You’re right. She’s not. I just…well, I got bored! Spun a wheel, of sorts, and landed in this town. Fate may have it that she won my good graces.”
“Get her out of here before I carve that stupid smile right out of your face.” 
“No can do, son. I’m having too much f–” Dean’s knife was in the man’s chest instantaneously, twisting like a dreidel before Dean forced it out of him.
A car passed, their brights flashing on the three, and next thing she knew, Y/N woke up in her bed, just as she had the last few days, her clock reading; ‘Tuesday, November 3rd, 2008.’ 
“Holy shit.” Something stirred on her floor, and before she could properly think, her knife under her pillow was on the figure in an instant. 
“Dean?” she had lunged at him, her blade nearly pressing into his throat. “What happened?” Dean looked at her with wide eyes. “This is how you repay me for saving your life?”
Sam, from the other side of her bed, laughed as he stood up. His face was beaming, smiling happily at the clock,“You broke it, Dean. She’s out of it.”
“Oh my god.” She released the knife from her hands, tossing it god knows where in her room before wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. 
“Thank you,” she breathed, her breath tickling Dean’s neck, making him feel things he’d rather not admit. Dean smiled, helping her stand.
“Anytime, Y/N.” They stared at each other for too long once again, her eyes less shameless than before, causing Sam to speak up. 
“We should go…soon. I’ll go get the car. Be back in 30.” She smiled wondrously at Sam, but missed his wink to Dean as he left her room. It wasn’t common that Dean got with girls Sam was a fan of, but he did like Y/N. He’d give them a small slice of time together.
“So. 30 minutes?” Dean said too close to her ear for it to be friendly, smirking and showing his pretty teeth. She nodded, her face heating up.
“The clock’s ticking, Dean. We should get this started.” She grabbed his shoulder with one hand, the other curling in his hair as they fell back on the bed. Maybe Dean wasn’t in such a rush to get to Utah.
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redbird-tf · 4 months ago
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Im not afraid of you now
Dean winchester x sister reader
Summary: After a failed hunt, a conflict between john and dean reveals y/ns repressed fear of dean and its strain on their bond.
(Summaries suck, i promise the stories better)
Note: inspired by and lyrics used from forward beckoned rebound
Word count: 920
Warnings: john being a bad parent,profanity, aggression, alcohol/drinking
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“Fucking disaster” John grumbled stepping into the house followed by all 3 of his kids. It wasn’t often that there was a family hunt, but on the occasion that there was it meant something big was going down. They had tracked a demon through multiple big cities until they could catch up to it in Mississippi. The demon got away, thanks to various mistakes from all parties, though John would never admit to his faults. “Now we’ve got to wait for it to show its face god knows where and when!” John exclaimed throwing his duffle bag to the ground.
Sam clicked his tongue in disbelief before turning to his father. “You think this is all our fault don't you?” Sam furrowed his brows stepping up to John. “Guys, come on..” Dean groaned pinching the bridge of his nose. He was too tired to deal with another catfight. “You were the one who refused to tell us anything about this demon!” Sam yelled pointing his finger at John “i told you what i needed to!” John shouted shoving Sam back. “And you-“John had grabbed your arm as you tried walking past him. “I told you not to move until i called for you” John stated in a stern tone “but Sam needed-“You tried to explain, he didn't care, “i told you not to move!” He inched closer to your face. “Alright enough” Neither of you had seen Dean approaching until he was right in front of you. Dean gripped your upper arm, slightly gentler than John, and pushed you back a few feet behind him.
“I know we screwed up, but don't do this now.” Dean pleaded, he was too exhausted to fight but he wouldn't stand to see his younger siblings be attacked. “What are you doing Dean,” John asked cocking his head to the side “We can talk about this later” Dean explained with heavy eyes. “You trying to play daddy Dean?” He questioned dean. “No sir” he replied blankly “i leave you to take care and train them, not bring them back to me weaker!” John got closer and closer to him with every word. “I said enough!” Dean retaliated. Dean clenched his jaw, there was a moment of silence before John spoke up again “you think you can do it better, but shes just as afraid of you as she is of me” John muttered pointing behind Dean.
Dean turned his head to look at you. He watched your eyes dart from John to him, like a deer caught in headlights. You inhaled sharply, swallowing the lump in your throat along with the shame building inside of you. Dean lowered his head, bumping shoulders with John on his way out the door. You locked eyes with John before muttering out through gritted teeth “You're an asshole” you quickly turned your back making a beeline for your room. Sam tried to hold you, but you pulled away and he didn’t attempt to follow you.
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Your back rested against the backboard of your bed, book in hand while you tried to distract yourself from the guilt pledging your mind, but it was no use. You couldn’t stop seeing the pure hurt on Dean's face. What John said was true, to an extent. You knew dean loved you, but you’ve never been able to cuddle up to him or talk to him like you could with Sam. Not to mention the whole macho man act he constantly put up, you had never thought about it until now. You hadn’t realized that it was all to keep you safe, so you could be emotional and make mistakes. The realization of your brother's sacrifice made you feel so much worse.
Your eyes shoot up to the door hearing it creek open. “Dad?” You called out. “No, just me,” Dean said walking into the room. You watched in silence as he sat at the edge of your bed. he eyed the sheets before his gaze met yours and he breathed out, his breath lined with the scent of whisky as it usually was at this hour. “I'm sorry i scared you earlier” he stated, you stayed silent “i don't ever mean to scare you” his tone was stern yet comforting. “I understand” you whispered so low you don't know if he heard, but he went on with his half-drunken apology “you know, i get it… when you were born, you were an infant, and innocent and i was already this villain and violent guy” he perused his lips together, too far into his mind. “Dean” you placed your hand over his clutched one “I'm not afraid of you now,not anymore” he gave you a small smile.
“May i?” He asked pulling back the sheets. you nodded watching him kick off his shoes and climb in next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as He secured the embrace by clasping his wrist with his other hand. Both arms cradled you now. “Dean…” you mumbled, and you felt his sleepy “mhm” vibrate his chest “thank you…for everything” you whispered as your thumb smoothed his forearm. “Always baby” he pressed his lips to your temple, drifting off while holding you tight.
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anundyingfidelity · 8 months ago
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SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST
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☆ (angst). ♡ (fluff). ★ (smut).
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〰・DEAN・〰
BLIND COLORS / one shot. ♡
Dean finally makes a confession, but you don't feel the same way.
SENSE OF DOUBT / one shot. ♡☆
Dean is gone, but one day he shows up at your door to see you one last time before it's over.
〰・SAM・〰
FREE PASS / one shot. ★
Two men appear at your office to inspect a body from a lady who died under mysterious conditions. As a forensic, you are not letting strangers inside the morgue, but one of them is going too far to get your permission.
〰・DEAN x READER x SAM・〰
DEVOTION / one shot. ★
You get into the path of the Winchester brothers, and since then, nothing is the same once a bond strictly agreed for pleasure is created between you and them. When they want, they follow you, and you know they always follow.
YES MA’AM / short series. (slow updates).
Sam is the new tech support guy at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., and he thinks you, his supervisor, are related to him in ways more than professional. He not only dreams of ghosts and Dean Smith, the sales and marketing director, but you, the pretty boss who seems very fond of him, maybe a little too much. Chapter I | Chapter II
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samuelsdean · 6 months ago
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Dean & Sam Winchester (Supernatural) Masterlist
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© SAMUELSDEAN. do not copy, translate, or steal my works as it's punishable by law! all the works on this list are protected under copyright law. i only post here & on ao3. if you find any of my works on other platforms besides these i've mentioned, please inform me.
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Dean Winchester
☼ Take A Bite | fluff (0.6k)
the hunt loomed, a constant shadow. but for now, in the warmth of the diner, you had this – a shared meal, a stolen bite, a silent promise spoken in the language only the two of you understood. maybe that was enough, for now.
☼ Flicker | fluff (1.3k)
"can i hold your hand?" you blurted out, surprised by your own boldness. a flicker of surprise crossed dean's face, quickly replaced by a ghost of a smile that sent a jolt through you. "yeah," he said, his voice softer than you were used to hearing. "yeah, you can."
☼ Stitch Me Up | angst (0.5k)
for dean, every scrape, every gash, was a twisted plea for your touch.
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Sam Winchester
☼ Boyfriend!Sam Winchester | headcanon, fluff
☼ There Would Be No Us | angst (1.5k)
demon blood, and the power it granted people, but also the terrible price it exacted. you knew—sam knew firsthand—about it. you wouldn't be here today hunting those sons of bitches if sam wasn't fed that stupid thing all those years ago. sam knew the consequences, and yet. sam, fueled by grief and a desperate needto exact revenge for dean, wasn't immune to its allure.
☼ Next To You | fluff (1.4k)
waking up next to sam was your favorite thing in the world.
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zepskies · 2 years ago
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Come for the pie, stay for the fics...
Dean Winchester Masterlist 🥧 Sam Winchester Masterlist 📖 Castiel Masterlist 🧥 Supernatural Fic Rec List Dean Winchester AU Fic Rec List
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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 20 days ago
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when the post so relatable you gotta repost on tiktok, post to close friends and upload on tumblr
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