#suprnatural fanfic

[gingersnap1620]

Make a Memory

Dean Winchester x F!Oc

Summary: Dean and Sam get their asses kicked by a witch whose big green eyes Dean can't get out of his head.

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Word Count: 1.1k

Songs:

(You Want To) Make A Memory

Evil Woman

A/N: This is my first fic! This is the first part, and I hope you guys enjoy! My sister @gingernut1314 beta read this for me. Go check her out!

Prologue

Lillian 

~Year is 1676 in Scotland~

“You can't just leave us here Lily!”

When I decided to join the coven I had no idea of their plans. If I did then I wouldn't have joined and I wouldn't be in this situation. Leaving Scotland and my siblings behind for America. I feel like my mother, leaving them behind like this. My mother, Rowena, is a very powerful witch, so I guess that gave her the right to leave her seven kids behind.

“I don't have a choice, Fergus. You know what they're trying to make me do! Leaving is the only way to keep all of you and the world safe.” At this point, I'm just throwing the things I need in the only travel bag we own. It's big and brown and basically fallen apart.��

“I knew you would end up being exactly like her,” Fergus says, turning his back on me and walking away. Let's get one thing straight, I am nothing like my mother. She's a cruel, selfish woman. If I have to blame anyone for this I would blame her. She's the reason I have these powers in the first place. 

After I got everything I needed in my bag, I went around and said goodbye to the rest of my siblings. 

I didn't exactly have a ticket to get on the boat, but that wasn't going to stop me. I need to get on that boat. So carrying my bag on my shoulder I snuck my way onto the boat and down to the storage rooms to hide. 

As the ship started sailing off I looked out a small circle-shaped window and saw my home get further and further away. Saying that I'm scared would be an understatement, I've never been farther than the city. 

I'm going to stop those witches. I won't let them go through with their plan even if it's the last thing I do.

Dean

~338 years later in America~

Sam and I thought that this would be an in-and-out kind of vamp job, and it was until we walked past this door. 

“What are they talking about?” I whispered to Sam as the girl in the room paced back and forth with her hand on her hip. She has curly red hair and big green eyes. “This chick kinda looks like Rowena,” I whispered to Sam. 

“I know I was just thinking that.” 

“Hopefully she's not a witch like her,” I said that as a joke, but of course right as I say it the door flings open and we get shoved which leads to us toppling onto the floor. Before I could get up the woman squats down right next to me yanking the back of my hair to make me look up at her. Her green eyes pierced into my soul. 

“Who do we have here, shall we find out?” She asked the man who hadn't moved from his spot behind his desk since we came in.

“How about not.” I spit out.

Wrong move. 

She pressed her fingers on my head. The last thing I remember seeing before I blacked out was her eyes glowed with green light. 

“Well, well, well. If it isn't Dean Winchester.” She leaves me lying on the floor as she stands up. 

What the hell just happened? How does she know my name?

“So, that must mean that you're Sam Winchester.” She said, pointing at Sam.

“What the hell did you just do to me bitch?” She walks to the man behind the desk giving Sam and I time to get up. 

I've said it before and I'll say it again I fucking hate witches. 

“Nothing, I just looked into your head, jeez stop being dramatic.” She said, with a dismissive hand.

Oh, I'm being dramatic now! I don't think so! 

I pulled my gun out and pulled the trigger, shooting her right in her stomach. She snapped her head down to find blood oozing from her shirt, a shocked look on her face. Her green eyes snapped back at me, rage burning in her eyes. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I just got this shirt!” She flung my gun across the room as Sam pulled his gun out and shot her again, this time right in the middle of her chest. She looked down at the bullet hole, rolled her eyes, and flung Sam across the room. I watched him hit the wall and pass out.

“Sam!” 

“He’ll be fine.” The man behind the desk decides to pitch in. I forgot he was even in the room. Apparently, so did the red-haired witch because she looked surprised when he talked. 

“Oh! I thought I already took care of you, I guess not.” And with one sharp flick of her hand, the man's head fell off.  “Don’t worry he wasn't human.” She says as she walks around his desk to pick his head up and show me his fangs. 

“A vamp? What do you get out of killing a vamp?” 

“Oh nothing, he just wasn’t helping me out with my problem.”

“Problem?” I guess I asked too many questions because just as it left my lips she flung me into the wall, pinning me there. 

“I realize I haven’t fully introduced myself, my name is Lillian.” She was walking over to me. “I don't want to hurt you two, you're just giving me no choice” 

“You know it doesn’t really feel like that.” She stopped in front of me, placing her hand gently on my shoulder. Her eyes started to light up a dark green color. She must be pretty powerful. 

Great. 

“I'm sorry that I made you feel that way.” Her hand started traveling down my chest, where her other hand joined beside it. 

I closed my eyes tight, prepping for what was about to come. 

I felt her hands leave my body suddenly. My eyes flew open and I found Sam slapping a pair of silver cuffs on her. 

“Fucking Winchesters.” She spit out as we put her in the back of the impala. 

“Are you sure you don’t just want to kill her Dean?” Sam asked after he shut the door on her. I walked around the back of the car to get to the driver's side.

“Something about her just makes me think that she's important. I don’t know man.” Sam glanced back down at her through the window and opened his door.

“Alright, I trust you, but let's go, my head is still throbbing.” He then sat down in the car and closed the door. I opened my door and did the same. 

I flipped the radio on and “Evil Women” by Electric Light Orchestra blasted through the speakers. A smirk pulled at my lips as I bobbed my head to the beat. As I turned to look at the witch I noticed Sam shaking his head at me. 

“I hope you have good taste in music” 

“I have exquisite taste in music, but this is utter garbage” I shrugged in return, placing my hands on the steering wheel and whipped out of that place.

[arcticfox007]

Day 4: Secrets

This is a follow up to Day 1. Check out the master-list if you’d like to catch up!

Read it on AO3 - kudos and comments are always welcome :)

It had been two weeks since Cas had awkwardly stuck his nose into Dean Winchester’s personal business and he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Cas had gone to the Harvest Festival to meet Dean only to be pleasantly surprised to find him running a bakery booth. Dean then began to regale Cas with the tale of how his love of pie had led him to opening his own bakery and while Cas admired Dean for following his passion, he also gained a better understanding as to why Dean struggled with paying for his medication as maintaining a small business was often a balancing act. Even with Dean’s business doing well, the cost of taking care of himself when he had a chronic illness must be a constant stress on him, and not just financially.

               Cas had taken the time to share his sister’s story with Dean as they walked around the festival that first night. While Anna’s situation hadn’t been quite the same, Dean understood why Cas felt compelled to talk to him. Dean assured Cas that while he’d had times where he struggled with depression because of the constant pain RA caused him when untreated (and sometimes even with his medication), that he wasn’t going to give up. Dean told him how Dr. Barnes had changed his life when she got him on his current medication and that he trusted her to help him make it through the issues he was having now with his new insurance company. Then he winked at Cas, tipping his mouth up in a smirk, and told the blue-eyed man that he certainly intended to take care of himself if it meant he’d get the chance to see more of Cas.

               Since the Harvest festival they’d only managed to meet up for coffee a few times, but they had a date planned for tonight. Dean had asked Cas what his favorite baked treat was and Cas had immediately responded with peach pie. Dean had then brought Cas a slice of his bakery’s peach pie while Cas was studying one night and while Cas had enjoyed it, he’d eventually confessed that he’d meant his grandmother’s recipe when he’d talked about it earlier. That had led to Dean insisting Cas share the baked good that was better than his peach pie and Cas had agreed to get a hold of the recipe.

               Cas pulled up to the still lit windows of Winchester’s Pies and Pastries in his beat-up Chevy Cobalt. The car was a bit of a lemon but Cas was attached to it as it had been his constant companion since leaving home for college. He smiled as he locked the car door, recalling how Dean had tried for all of five minutes to refrain from criticizing it. Looking up at the bakery windows Cas shivers in anticipation of finally having a night alone with the man he’s rapidly become infatuated with. He eagerly strides up to the door, texting as he walks to let Dean know he’s arrived.

               “Hey Cas! C’mon in!” Dean’s smile is bright as he holds open the door and Cas shyly kisses Dean’s cheek as he walks in and pulls off his trench coat, draping it over his arm. Cas is happy that Dean takes the kiss in stride as they had barely done more than hold hands up until this point. He’s aware why he’s taking his physical advances slow, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to ask why Dean hasn’t made a move. While it feels like he’s known Dean for ages, Cas doesn’t want to presume that the handsome baker feels the same way, and as Cas has little previous experience with relationships to draw on, he’s unsure as to what is normal and what isn’t at this point in time.

               “Hello Dean. How was your day?” Dean locks the front door and waves Cas over towards the back.

               “It was alright, bakeries are pretty popular in the fall and there’s some huge family reunion going on in town that about wiped me out this afternoon. Oh, and then Sam called to say he plans on staying in Stanford for Thanksgiving because he feels like he needs the time to catch up.” Cas could hear the disappointment in Dean’s voice and he reached out to grab Dean’s hand.

               “I’m sorry your brother won’t be home as soon as you’d hoped. I know you’ve missed him since he started his freshman year at Stanford.” Dean squeezed Cas’ hand in response and then pulled him into the bakery kitchen.

               “It’ll be fine, it’s not like we had a big Thanksgiving planned or anything.” Cas hesitates for a moment wondering if a handful of partial dates was enough to justify spending holidays together. Then he decided he’d already chased after a man he didn’t know because he overheard his private conversation so maybe what he and Dean were doing wasn’t meant to be traditionally paced anyway.

               “Well, if you don’t have other plans, would you like to come over my place for Thanksgiving? Only my brother Gabe will be there, and maybe his girlfriend, Kali, if they aren’t on one of their break-up phases, but I can promise decent food and drinks.”

               “Really? I mean, thanks angel, but I don’t want to intrude.”  Cas tilted his head and narrowed his eyes trying to figure out what Dean really wanted. Dean was rubbing the back of his neck while standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen. Cas wasn’t always great at social interaction but reading Dean… there was something about him that spoke to Cas.

               “Dean, please come over for Thanksgiving. I don’t know about you, but I feel like you belong in my life – even if it’s just as friends. To be clear though, I’m very interested in being more than friends with you.” Dean flashes Cas a cocky smile and Cas holds up his hand to stall any response. “That’s probably beside the point. What I’m trying to say is you are not only welcome at my place for Thanksgiving, but I’d be happier if I got to spend the holiday with you.”

               “Cas.” Dean’s fingers dance across Cas’ cheek and he finds himself leaning into Dean’s touch. “Okay. I’ll bring the pie.” Cas laughs softly and nods.

               “I’m sorry if it seems like I’m moving too fast, inviting you over for a holiday and all.”

               “Well, Thanksgiving isn’t exactly picking out curtains together. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t really know how fast something like this is supposed to move anyway. Maybe we can both just make it up as we go?” Cas turns his head towards the hand that’s now cupping his face and kisses Dean’s palm softly. Dean responds by pulling Cas closer, until they are close enough to touch their noses together.

               “In that spirit, I have a secret I’d like to share.” Dean’s breath smells like apples and Cas idly wonders how much of his own products Dean subsists off of. It’d be easy to lean in and see how much Dean tastes like the pies he creates.

               “Yeah? I’m all ears, sunshine.” Dean’s grin is mischievous as Cas runs a thumb along the bottom of Dean’s lip.

               “I’d really like to kiss you right now, and I don’t want to stop kissing you anytime soon.” Dean’s lips are on him as soon as the words leave his mouth. The last coherent thought has for the next while is that Dean does taste like pie, but also, he feels like coming home.

@nguyenxtrang

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.8

Enchanted

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)     x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 3900

Summary: Dealing with witches is always messy. Sometimes they help... if there’s something in it for them. 

Rowena might be a powerful witch, but in certain aspects, she’s no different from the others of her kind.

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, supernatural elements, mentions of amnesia, swearing (always)

Story masterlist

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“What are you doing here?” Dean asked, 100% done with the woman.

She was… a classy lady. She could be over fifty, but she apparently was taking a very good care of herself, clearly having money to do so too. Her curly hair was copper red, face covered in makeup to hide some of her age. She was very slim, but in no fragile matter – you had a hunch that her delicate outside hid a very strong inside.

“Drinking my tea,” she replied innocently and despite only just meeting her, you could tell she was full of it.

“Cut the crap, Rowena,” Sam spitted out, crossing his arms on his chest.

You blinked, surprised by Sam’s hostile demeanour. If even Sam, the epitome of a gentle person, was acting this way…

The woman put the cup down, sighing.

“Samuel, Samuel… What does it look like I’m doing? I’m cleaning up the mess before you did. You could show a little gratitude. There were witches who were gathering strength against me by sucking a life out of poor virginal girls and I stopped them.”

Witches. So the two men found dead had been witches indeed. Who was this woman then? What was she?!

“You ripped their little soldiers off!” Dean hissed exasperatedly, adjusting to the low volume of the conversation. Despite yourself, you giggled.

The woman glanced at you, seemingly not bothered by your presence at all.

“Ah. Hello, darling. And you would be-“ she started sweetly, only for her breath to get caught in her throat, her eyes widening. “Ahh. Such potential! Where did you get her? Soulmates are of great value on the market! The power in the soul bond magic is enormous, especially with a woman like her!”

“You can tell that? Damn!” Dean exclaimed, impressed. Sam shot him a murder glare.

“Can I have her? Just for a sip?” Rowena turned back to the brothers, voice filled with hope.

“No!” Sam snapped instantly, subtly looking around if anyone noticed them. You wouldn’t be surprised, but you frankly didn’t care much.

What the hell was she talking about? Sip? Like… from the heart like with those poor girls? And what the hell did she mean ‘woman like her’?!

“Eh, Samuel. Don’t be so uptight. Besides, I was talking to the lady – sadly, she needs to give her consent. Can I, darling?”

You gulped, not comforted by her gentle smile at all. She looked terrifying and the idea was even more terrifying and— you might be panicking a little.

“I… I don’t think so? How do you know— who are you? Who is she?” you demanded shakily.

“Hm… then I guess I’ll have to be the nice witch again.”

Oh. So she was a witch too. And other witches apparently hated her, gathering strength to fight her. Wonderful. And clearly, she had crossed paths with the brothers before. Simply perfect.

“What do you mean?” Sam squinted at her suspiciously, while Dean absently gave the waitress money for your food and sent her away rather rudely so he could continue glaring at the witch.

“Well, she’s been resurrected, yes?” the redhead beckoned to you, making your blood run cold. Ah, that was what she meant. How the fuck did she know that?! “I suppose you’re looking for her other half and have no idea where to start. I can help. You’ll owe me then, of course, but… I’m nothing but generous.”

Your heart positively stopped. You were horrified. You were scared. You were stunned.

She could do that?! She could find your soulmate?! Despite feeling… uncomfortable for the lack of better word, with her helping you, everything in you screamed YES, your chest already tightening with anticipation and hope.

She could find him. The man calling you doll. The man whom you dreamed about, warm hands and sweet voice. She could-

You were snapped out of your musing by a loud grind of teeth, stereo-delivered by both Sam and Dean.

“Fine.“

“It’s lovely to meet you, darling. I’m Rowena,” she stood up and offered her hand for you to shake. You casted an unsure glance at Sam. Was it safe to accept it?

He gave an unwilling little nod.

You smiled tightly at the witch. “Nice to meet you. I’m… Natasha… I guess.”

She patted the back of your hand with her left palm. “It’s alright, sweetie. I can spot an induced amnesiac a mile away.”

“Induced?” Sam fretted.

“Caused by bringing her back from… Heaven?” she questioned, looking you up from head to toe as she finally released your hand. You found it incredibly creepy that she knew that much about you. Could she read minds or what?! “I swear, boys, you are always pulling out the strangest stunts. Let’s go now. We have an important task to complete.”

The reluctance of every one of you apart from the witch was nearly palpable, but it seemed you wordlessly agreed she was your best option right now.

You gulped as Rowena left a twenty on the table and led you out of the restaurant, unmistakeably finding the car you arrived in. She slid to the backseat elegantly, giving Dean instructions to drive to her suite.

“No need to worry, darling. I’ll point you towards the love of your life in no time.”

At that note, you weren’t sure whether it was the process or the goal that scared you more. You remained silent.

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“So… what exactly are you going to do?” Dean asked the million dollar question.

The drive was silent, only Rowena’s voice sometimes disturbing the quiet when telling Dean to take a turn.

Her suite was in a large luxurious hotel with freaking valets who didn’t have a single problem with three extra people coming in, basically showering you with questions about what they could do for you; you imagined it was Rowena’s doing and you weren’t thinking money. It was more than disturbing.

Entering the suite itself, the four of you were left alone, which led to Dean finally asking what was about to happen. Rowena pointedly ignored him and looked at you when answering.

“Well, I’ll just sneak a peek at your soul bond. You are still bound, even though probably not as strongly. I can look at the bond, follow it and let it lead me to your soulmate like the Ariadne’s threat leading Theseus from the Minotaur’s labyrinth.”

You understood the basic thing, her following some kind of a threat that connected you to your soulmate. Except you had no idea what she was talking about.

“…is that… like a pop culture reference or…? ‘Cause I don’t understand those.”

“Something like that,” Sam assured you with a bit of a patronizing smile. Unsure, you felt blood rush to your cheeks. You had a feeling you just made a fool of yourself. Then again… amnesiac here, alright?

“Of course you wouldn’t know, darling, my bad.”

Sam stepped in again. “Rowena, what ingredients do you need?”

“That’s the most brilliant thing, Samuel. Nothing. I simply… go online so to speak. Connect to their long-distance wi-fi. The only thing I need is her giving me the password. Or give up her firewall so I can hack their connection so to speak,” she explained with a blinding smile and earned three strange glances. One was confused – yours – and the other two were just… dubious and astounded. “No? I thought you were the local IT guy, Samuel.”

“What the hell, Rowena? Do witches use goggle now?” Dean nagged.

“Don’t be silly, Dean. I happened to spent beautiful months with a director of a software company. Of course, then his money ran out and I had to leave… but until that moment, ah, paradise, for his age-”

“Alright! TMI...” Dean threw his hand in the air, not unlike when Sam had tried to stop Dean from talking earlier. Rowena only winked, while you managed to do nothing but stare.

You were perfectly at lost. Was she their friend? Was she an enemy? Their aunt or something? She surely enjoyed making fun of them and clearly could be pain in their asses. Also… was she truly enchanting people so she could have whatever she wanted? ‘Cause it definitely looked like it now…

“I thought so. Can we get started so I can point you the right direction and we can all we be on our way?”

“Wait, you can just point us the right direction?” Dean demanded, frowning at her from his height, but she didn’t seem intimidated, more like slightly irritated with his questions, that she apparently found dumb.

“It’s magic, Dean, not GPS!”

“Could have fooled me…” Sam hummed, squinting at her as well.

Yeah, you didn’t like it either. Still, she was your best shot at finding your soulmate. Tough luck. You exchanged a look with Sam, who eyed his brother wryly. Guess you were all in agreement at that.

“Just… just do it,” Dean sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if tired.

The witch, on the other hand, seemed to be radiating excitement, which you didn’t like. You hated to admit it, but you were afraid of her; of her apparent immense power, to be precise. It didn’t help that she pulled out an ancient-looking bowl from her cabinet and a blade from the drawer of her nightstand.

Was she gonna cut you?!

“Oh, I will do it. May I, darling?”

You didn’t react to her question, eyeing the brothers once more. Their expressions dimmed even more at the sight of the tools Rowena was about to use, but Sam gave a sharp nod and attempted a reassuring smile.

Well. Shit. Still your only option if you ever wanted to find your soulmate, apparently. Your life sucked. Then again, at least you were alive.

You sighed and slowly laid your shaking hand into Rowena’s outstretched palm and she circled her slender fingers around your wrist, leading your joined hands above the bowl.

“Now, do you recall anything about your soulmate at all?” she asked, voice almost gentle.

You licked your lips nervously, a lump growing in your throat.

“I heard a voice in my dream. I’m pretty sure that’s it,” you admitted and hoped the shiver running through your, both from fear and anticipation, escaped everyone else’s notice.

Wishful thinking, probably.

“Mm. Good. Close your eyes and focus all you can on the voice. I think we established that I’m going to cut you, so try not to be too surprised and avoid breaking your concentration as much as possible. Are we clear, sweetie?”

People really needed to stop calling you things. It was getting incredibly annoying – you might only have a fake name, but it was still a name.

You kept your mouth shut though, not wanting to irk the witch, and simply nodded, your eyes falling shut.

Your soulmate’s voice was crystal clear in your ears, tender and sultry ‘doll’ caressing and tempting your heart. An involuntary smile slowly spread on your lips. You wanted to find the owner of that voice. And for that, sacrifices had to be made.

You barely gasped when the blade scrapped over your skin, barely breaking the surface. Your hand was manipulated then, turned over and squeezed until you felt droplets of blood trickle down and fall off your hand.

That was when the witch started enchanting, the strange words sending a shiver down your spine. The colour of her voice was richer now, thicker, crimson as the blood on your hand.

‘Doll,’ you forced yourself to hear instead, one simple word growing so familiar it made your heart ache and swell. Warm light flickered behind your eyelids, flashing through your whole being, an electric discharge running through your nerve endings and igniting every cell of your body, tender heat gathering in your chest.

Soft inhale escaped your lips at the blissful feeling, the light only growing.

And then it was over, the tingling sensation snapping like a rubber band, recoiling into a tiny ball of warmth around your heart. You hand automatically reached that direction, but the world swayed off its place.

A pair of strong hands gripped your shoulders from behind, a panicked cry of ‘Natasha!’ echoing in your ears, barely audible, muffled by an indefinable buzzing.

You blinked your eyes open, finding a redhead woman staring at you funnily.

“Nat, you good?” sounded behind you and you realized that, surprisingly enough, Dean was the one to catch you, his grip on you not even faltering when you turned your head to him. A worried wrinkle, rather uncharacteristic for him, sat on his forehead. You tried to stand up straighter, whispering a thank you.

“Did you see something?” Sam asked and you opened your mouth to try and describe the incredible feeling that had run through you, only to realize he spoke to Rowena.

“Y-yes.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d think she was… shaken.

“What is it? You’re looking at me funny,” you pried, not able to think of a better word than that.

She tilted her head and went to explain herself, observing you with almost fascinated expression. “The bond… it’s still very strong. But differently.”

“…that says nothing to us,” Dean deadpanned. Rowena looked at him sharply.

“I’m trying to explain, you dummy. The bond is always there, whether the soulmates met or not – it grows stronger when they are together, working on their relationship. But the power of this one… it feels unusual. It’s not as if they are strengthening it right now, it’s like they are yet about to meet, which I do find understandable. But… this power… it tasted almost electric. I’ve never encountered it before.”

You blinked in shock, the haze surrounding you ever since she started doing her magic thing dispersing. Now you were just dumbfounded.

“What does it mean?” you whispered, reluctant. Neither Dean nor Sam seemed to find the courage to ask.

“I don’t know, darling. Might be the fact you had died. Or you’re simply special.”

Dean cleared his throat loudly. “Right. So, where is her soulmate?”

“New York City,” the witch replied, small smile tugging on her lips while her eyes never left you, too invested in your… anomaly.

Anomaly. No kidding. You had been dead. That was probably it, right? Nothing more. Nothing to worry about. You couldn’t afford to get any weirder.

“That’s it? There are eight million people there!” Sam cried out, throwing his hands in the air.

Rowena’s smile grew.

“Are you attracted to women, darling?”

“Uhm… no, I don’t think so…?” you stuttered, your cheeks reddening at that implication. You were pretty sure you weren’t. Right?

“See, Samuel, then it’s only four million. I don’t suppose she’s destined to fall in love with a baby either, or a senior citizen-“

Dean coughed tactlessly, which earned you a curious look from the witch and Dean a sharp glare from his brother.

You had no doubt Dean thought of your crossed out soulmark. Maybe you couldn’t dismiss that idea yet, but… that was strange, right? You couldn’t find yourself to fall in love with someone who was 95 years old for god’s sake.

“…so that narrows it down, doesn’t it?” the witch continued. “But just because I like you, Samuel, I can tell you he should be on the island of Manhattan.”

“That’s better. Thank you.”

Rowena’s smile turned into a predatory smirk. “Aww, Samuel, you don’t have to thank me. You’ll repay me.”

“Of course we will...” Dean remarked sarcastically, unwillingness mixing with disgust on his face.

There was no hesitation. Thanks to this woman, your soulmate got much realer than ever. Not just a soulmark. Not just a voice. A person living in New York City, Manhattan.

Sam and Dean had been the ones to lead you to her; it was only fair if they didn’t have to suffer the consequences more than they already had.

You stepped towards Rowena, taking a deep breath, hoping to look courageous. You couldn’t deny your fear, but you could show your determination.

“Hey, if you… if you, uhm… take a sip of that soul bond magic you were talking about… will it hurt me much?”

“Why would you ask that, darling?” she asked with sweet innocence despite you being sure she knew the answer.

“No, don’t-!” Sam called out at the same time, springing forward. You stopped him subtly with your hand.

“And if you take it, their debt towards you won’t exist?” you continued, seeing you had intrigued her greatly.

“I suppose not. That would be only fair.”

You bit your lip. One question remained, not less important than the previous ones. “And it wouldn’t affect my soulmate?”

He was a real man, now. A man with a voice and a vague address. This was no joke.

“I promise it will neither hurt you too much, nor will it even scratch your soulmate, darling,” Rowena declared, delighted as she sensed victory.

Your heart didn’t miss a beat; the decision was made. “Take it, then.”

“Natasha!” the brothers cried out simultaneously, not taking what you were offering. You turned to them with an honest smile.

“It’s a small price for what you’ve been doing for me. And it’s not even over yet. It’s alright. Let me start repaying my debt towards you instead of making it grow.”

The sincerity you spoke with must have shown on your face too, because their defensiveness eased a fraction. They grimaced, but didn’t protest further.

Dean’s eyes move to glare at Rowena, hard.

“If it hurts her-“

“Then what, Dean? I would have you on my arse and that’s too annoying, believe me,” she spitted out, her British accent growing even thicker when she got agitated. “Don’t worry about her.”

“It’s our job to worry,” Dean muttered under his breath and everyone decided to ignore it.

Sam’s gaze remained fixed on you, full of concern.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do this, Natasha. That’s not how it works. You don’t owe us.”

You were touched by the sentiment, the honesty of his words. If for nothing else, than for the good they carried in their hearts you had to do this.

“I believe you, Sam. You wouldn’t want anything in return. Which is why I have to give it,” you explained softly, glancing at the witch. “What do you want me to do?”

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Sam did not like this. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciat the thought, Natasha not wanting to get them into the position of having the duty to repay Rowena somehow, but… something about how happy Rowena was at the turn of events was unsettling.

“Not much,” Rowena assured the younger woman and took her hand again. “Think about your soulmate again and when you feel a nudge – you’ll recognize when that happens – you just let me in. Simple as that.”

Sam could feel the disapproval radiating from Dean as well and they exchanged a grim look. He knew his brother took a witch killing bullets with him, just in case. They probably wouldn’t truly hurt Rowena, the witch extraordinaire, but it would slow her down if the need arose. Dean wouldn’t take Rowena’s shit.

Despite the easy-going exterior and attitude, Sam knew better. Dean cared for the people they helped. And he grew fond of Natasha very quickly; he hadn’t been kidding when threatening Rowena. Naturally, Sam was with him on that one; he just wasn’t as vocal about it as Dean.

The witch reopened the cut on Natasha’s palm and the woman closed her eyes again. Drops of her blood fell to the bowl as Rowena whispered words in language nearly as old as time. Natasha gasped when red smoke started ascending despite not seeing it. Sam guessed the nudge Rowena had mentioned arrived and was stronger than the poor woman had expected.

Dean’s hand twitched to his side towards the gun and Sam gulped.

Light coloured in warm gold, not unlike the one they had seen during the first spell, started escaping the cut, curling playfully as it hovered above the skin of Natasha’s palm. Rowena cut her own hand and placed it over the glow which danced wildly before being sucked into the witch’s wound.

A breathless whimper escaped Natasha’s lips, while Rowena’s eyes glowed violet in a familiar display of her magic. This time even Sam stepped forward, ready to break whatever process was in motion. Rowena cried out another words, her fingers extending over Natasha’s palm and Sam recognized that nope, this was not supposed to happen.

Before he could as much as lunge after the witch or before Dean could draw his gun, Natasha’s back arched and her injured hand curled into fist with a swift snap, causing the smoke and glow vanish. Rowena gasped and Sam had a fraction of second to notice their new friend’s legs were about to give out again. He jumped behind her, catching her before she crumbled towards the ground, her dead weight all on him.

Dean was already aiming his gun at the witch, expression hard.

“What did you do to her, Rowena?” he demanded sharply, unlocking the safety lock.

Sam readjusted his grip on Natasha as gently as he could, taking her pulse, watching her torso in hope to see her inhale. Luckily, she was still breathing, her heart beating. He shot the witch a murderous glare.

“Probably just passed out,” he informed his brother, but the older hunter didn’t appear mollified. To be fair, neither was Sam. He gritted his teeth. “You wanted to take it all, didn’t you?”

Rowena rolled her eyes.

“Not all of it. Just a little bit more than one sip, maybe.”

Seriously? She wasn’t even denying it?!

“Don’t get your pants in the twist, Winchester. She’ll sleep it off. She’s a sneaky one though – or her soulmate is, I can’t tell. They wouldn’t let me take more…”

Sam didn’t bother fighting the pride that filled him on Natasha’s behalf. Good for her. She was strong. She was a fighter. She wouldn’t have let Rowena to take her soulmate from her. She believed in the bond with the man she didn’t even know too much for that. He smirked; no wonder Dean liked her so much so soon.

“Oh please, put the gun down, Dean. I mean no harm. I should warn you, though. Her soulmate… I believe the power I feel is coming from him. I’ve never encountered it before indeed. You might want to look out,” she noted, healing the cut on her hand with a simple wiggle on her uninjured hand.

“Don’t pretend you care,” Dean spitted out, but lowered the gun, more annoyed at Rowena’s attempts to drain the soul bond than anything else. Things sure would be different if she had truly hurt Natasha.

One corner of Rowena’s lips quirked as she gave them a tiny wave, dismissing them.

“Off you go. The door’s that way. The valets will let you out. She’ll probably be pretty thirsty and hungry when she finally wakes up. Until next time, boys,” she said cheerily and Sam sighed, gathering Natasha in his arms, bridal style.

It wasn’t like she was about to wake up now and walked out on her own, apparently.

Dean glared at Rowena as they left the room, mumbling curses under his breath. “Fucking witches. Every time…”

They stepped into an elevator, the older brother still snarling. “At least she could have healed her too…”

Sam silently agreed as Dean pressed the button to the ground floor and took Natasha’s hand gently to examine the damage then.

Both brothers blinked when they only saw the blood and no wound; Rowena must have healed Nat’s cut. Dean glanced up, meeting Sam’s equally surprised gaze.

“Like I said. Fucking witches.”

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Part 9

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I immensely enjoyed writing this chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading it ;)

Kudos to you ♥ Especially if you’re one of people letting me know your thoughts on the story.

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DS: Winchester Curse

[winchester-books]

Why Does Everyone Leave Us?

Based On: Supernatural

Characters: WinchesterSisterReader, Dean, Sam(mentioned)

Warning: Abandonment, Angst

Word Count: 309

part one, part two, part three, next part

You sat quietly on Bobby's couch like your father told you to.

This wasn't unusual, every time you went to your Uncle Bobby's, your father would go and talk with him in the kitchen about something that you and Dean weren't allowed to hear about. But this time was different, this time Dean got to go too.

You told yourself that it didn't matter and what they were talking about was probably boring anyway. But it still hurt. Your father always chose Dean. Dean could hunt better. Dean could drive better. Dean could shoot better. Dean could do anything better than you and John never passed up an opportunity to point it out.

"You can’t just leave us like that!" You heard Dean yell angrily from the kitchen.

"Dean I have to, this is my only chance-"

"We can go with you Dad, me and Y/N, we can help you-"

"No." John said firmly, "You and Y/N take the Impala and keep hunting. If I need you, I'll call you, goodbye Dean."

By now, the two had made their way into the living room where you were sitting. John continued his beeline towards the door. "Goodbye Y/N. Call Bobby if either of you need help-" your father turned on his heel and walked out the door.

"What going on?" You frantically looked at Dean, "I-Is he leaving?"Your voice cracked out of fear.

Dean ignored your questions and ran out the door after his father. "Dad!" He yelled after him, "You can't just leave us! You..." John didn't even look back, he just hopped in one of Bobby's trucks and started the engine,"YOU'RE JUST LIKE SAM!" Dean screamed at the truck as it drove away from Bobby's house.

You stood at the door, shocked. "Dean, what's going on? Why is everyone leaving us?" Dean ignored you again and stormed inside as tears rolled down his face.

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Trouble At the Town Bar (Part 6)

Summary: A month passed by, and your relationship with is slowly growing even though you and Sam were alright, even with Lucifer around, you tried to manage everything, but something else could bring more issues then you can handle.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader ( Past), Sam x Reader (Present)

Word Count; 3067

Warning: Angst, dead of a character, blood

Square filed:  Medical Malpractice/Dying is surgery ( @spnangstbingo)

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Reader x Sam Challenge from @imagineteamfreewill:  “ Don’t make me come down there!”

@izawrites 6k writing challenge: “I hope you feel the same way.”

A/N: Hey guys, I am sorry for the huge delays for all of the challenged I was suppose to do. I am sorry for those were waiting for a longer time. Here is the part 6 of Trouble at the part town. Thanks to those who decided to think around and the new followers. Also thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis for betaing this.

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One month later

Everything around you moved in slow motion; your attention was on Gabriel as you held each other’s hands, a weak smile on his face.

“I love you,” he pronounced.

At that exact moment, everything went fast, faster than you could register anything, but someone pulled you away from him while you screamed his name. Tears fell down your cheek, and you begged as you tried to struggle against the firm grip that held you. The doctors and nurses were all over him when the door of the emergency room closed in front of you.

You opened your eyes. You sat up and rubbed your face, trying to forget the nightmare you hadn’t had in months. After a few minutes of calming yourself down, you stood up and made your way toward the bathroom. When you looked in the reflection, you saw a crappy version of yourself, someone you hadn’t been in years. You washed your face with water twice, but it was still the same. You sighed and wondered why it came back. Why now?

As you made your way to the kitchen, the past month came back into your mind. Lucifer was back in town, working at the local bank. Your first meeting with him brought up the fear, the pain, and the blame you put on yourself and tried to suppress so you could forgive yourself. All the hard work you’d done was thrown in the toilet. You sat down at the kitchen table after making yourself a cup of tea. Your mind drifted to the fact that your lawyer was found dead 3 months earlier, around the same time Bobby and Ellen had their car accident.

You had forgotten about it as you’d been too deep in your grief with them being dead and you didn't want to deal with finding a new lawyer on top of everything. But now that Lucifer was free, you would have to deal with the side effects of him being around. Which was why you decided to see the counselor, Dr. Naomi Anderson. She was helping you get through everything once a week. It felt good to talk to someone who didn't know your situation. As for Sam, you didn’t have a lot of time for him. However, you made those moments you shared with him the best, even though it wasn't long, and he was very supportive of your situation.

The thought of Sam made you realize that your friendship was quickly moving to the next level. Even though you’d only been on a few dates, you felt like it could work to be with him. All those elements together was a lot for you, and now you sat down drinking your tea feeling guilty for moving on. Charlie was at a convention outside town, and you wished she was there to cheer you up a bit. She always knew how and now you needed her. You glanced at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall and shook your head. It was 4am. She was undoubtedly asleep right now.

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It was still morning and very early because the streets were deserted as you made your way to the cemetery. You couldn't help remembering the horrible day 3 years ago when everything changed for you and everyone else.

The rain was pouring down hard on the street, making Gabriel stand up from where he’d been down on one knee. “How cliché is this?” He smirked, taking your hand before running toward your house while you giggled. Even if you were cold and wet at that moment, you didn’t care. Once you were in your house, you went to grab a towel, but Gabriel grabbed your arms and pulled you closer to him.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. He loved to tease you like that. “We need towels unless you want to catch a cold?”

“Don’t worry about that. I am a nurse remember? I will take care of you if we reach that bridge later,” he cooed. “So, the cliché outside was fun, but I never got an answer to my question?”

You smiled at him. “Well, I don’t know what the question was, exactly, because of said cliché distracting me,” you teased.

Gabriel sighed. “Girl, you are killing me.”

You giggled. “What’s the matter, Gabe? You don’t like when your fiancée teases you as much as you do?” You winked at him.

He grinned and opened his mouth, but the sound of hands clapping made you both turn toward it. “Well done, brother,” Lucifer mocked, still clapping. “You took my girl, took my house, and now you’re tying it all up in a bow by marrying her!” He glared at Gabriel, his hands dropping.

Gabriel immediately placed you behind him. “What can I say, I have my ways,” he replied and eyed him suspiciously. “To what do I owe the displeasure of your intrusion?”

“Because you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you. I was here to talk. And by the way, I still have a key,” he pointed out, showing it to you.

You frowned, but you weren’t sure if you were supposed to interfere between them. Unconsciously, you stepped forward.

A car horn brought you back to reality with a blast. You stepped back and let the car pass you, your eyes not leaving it until it was out of sight. Turning back, before you was the sign for the cemetery. You’d been so distracted by your memories, you couldn’t have said how you got there. After a few minutes of waiting there for no logical reason, you took a deep breath, then started to walk inside, repeating to yourself like a mantra, ‘You can do this.’

Like it was yesterday, and not three months ago, your feet took you to Bobby’s and Ellen’s graves. You stared at the graves and sighed. You had been going there since they passed away and barely going to Gabriel’s, but this time you needed him. “I’ll be back later,” you whispered while walking away. You didn’t need to walk far before you reached the Shurley tomb, then nervously and slowly pushed the small wrought iron door open.

You walked inside and went straight to his grave, yet when you saw his name written in gold against it, you froze. With your hand shaking, you touched the golden letters while tears formed in your eyes. You tried to hold them back, but you couldn’t. As they fell, you fell, down onto the floor, sobbing as the memory of the worst day of your life came back and overwhelmed you.

Lucifer had just stabbed Gabriel twice. You screamed Gabriel’s name and tried to go toward him, but Lucifer had another idea. He was coming toward you with a deadly look in his eyes. Luckily, Castiel rushed in when he heard you scream and saved you. Cas knocked him out, as you were too paralyzed by fear to move. Even though Cas tried his best to snap you out of it, you were in shock. Gabriel was bleeding out, but he was still conscious. His groans and weak calls for you finally made you snap out it.

After that, although you were well aware of what was happening, everything went so fast that you barely had any chance to react. You were taken to the hospital with Gabriel and went into the emergency room. His last words to you before he was carried away , ‘I love you.’ After waiting for hours with Cas by your side, your family and his arrived one by one until the doctor told you the inevitable. Gabriel died on the operating table, and the doctors couldn’t do much about it.

You wiped your tears away. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here, but I didn’t know who else to talk to,” you whispered weakly. “For some reason, I can’t forget you.”

Sam’s Pov

Sam sighed as he checked his phone for the third time in less than 20 minutes. He was worried about (Y/N). With Lucifer around, Sam knew it would be scary and traumatic for her. Sam sighed. He knew how much Gabriel meant to (Y/N) and he was wondering if he had a place in her heart. They had seen each other a lot lately, making their friendship slowly evolve into what seemed to be a relationship, but did she feel the same?

“Sam? What do you think?” Jo’s voice brought him back from his daydream.

Sam tilted his head. “What? Nobody!” He gasped as he glanced back at Jo and Dean in front of him.

Dean smirked. “About the bar, Sammy. Who were you thinking about? Let me guess…,” he started.

“Guys! This is a serious matter, we are in it, now. We don't have time for distractions!” Jo hissed.

Both boys raised an eyebrow. They were used to her temper and her screaming at other people, but never once had she raised her voices at them until now.

“Listen, Jo. We know this is important for the bar, but you have to understand, we also have other issues outside the bar," Sam said, trying to calm her.

“You probably need some distraction, too," Dean mumbled.

Sam nudged him to try and keep him quiet, but, unfortunately, Jo heard it. She glared at him. “Really? Dean? You are barely able to be faithful for more than 2 weeks! You are just lucky that Lisa wants you in the first place,” Jo blurted out.

Both brothers were taken back by what she had just said to Dean. Sam could see Dean being hurt by her words, knowing well that Lisa and Dean's relationship had recently started to be more stable. “Jo, hold on! We are all frustrated and up--” Sam began.

Jo laughed. “Yeah, apparently I seem to be the only one concerned about the bar. This shouldn’t have happened, Sam! You should have told us sooner!” she pointed out, grabbing a paper from the bank. Before Sam could say something, she stood up. “You two have been distracted, not caring enough about our legacy,” she said, clearly trying to hold back tears.

“Jo, listen, it’s not tr--” Sam tried again.

“It is. Ever since you came back, you only have eyes for (Y/N), just like in high school. She never noticed you back then, why do you think she would now? You’re the boss after all.” With that, she left the office, slamming the door shut behind her.

Sam held his breath, only realizing it when the door slammed. Jo had a temper, and sometimes this could happen. Well, that’s what he was guessing.

“She isn’t wrong, you know. We’ve all been distracted, even if you were the one working here. You’ve only really noticed (Y/N),” Dean said, making Sam turn toward him.

“Dean--” he started.

“Listen, brother, I know you tried to fix things here. But to be honest with you, your focus was (Y/N), and I am guessing she is part of the reason why you stayed here. Although I suspect other means for that, too,” Dean guessed. “Now, I suggest you fix the main problem, because our sister needs you, and you need to focus on her.” He put his jacket on and headed for the door.

Sam opened his mouth, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both turned their head to see (Y/N). “Hey Sam… sorry, do you want me to come back later?” you asked.

Dean rolled his eyes. “No, it’s fine, we are done!” he said before walking out of the office after she stepped aside.

“Is there something wrong?” she wondered.

Sam shook his head. “Everything is fine. Do you need something?”

She nodded, then widened her eyes at the paper. “The bank wants to take the bar! Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, perplexed.

Sam closed his eyes for a few seconds. “It’s complicated, and I didn’t want to worry you more,” he said grabbing the paper.

(Y/N) frowned. “Sam…,” she began.

“Listen, (Y/N) you have a lot on your mind with Lucifer out. You don’t need that at the moment, plus this doesn’t concern you that much.”

She frowned. “Sam, I am here to help you, and this concerns me because... Well, you know how I feel about you, and I hope you feel the same,”.

Sam rubbed his face. “(Y/N)... You know I do, but this isn’t the right time. It’s just not our time yet.”

She widened her eyes. “Right. I’m sorry,” she said, sounding very sad. “Alright. I’m just going to do my job, then.”

Sam felt like he messed up this one. He didn’t want to push her away like that, but his siblings were partially right. He wasn’t 100% focused on the bar. He let her go and, once alone, he sat down in the chair and put his head in his hands, thinking he might have just screwed up things with her.

2 days later

Sam walked into Benny’s diner, where he was supposed to meet Benny. He knew that every year the bar and the diner organized a joint dinner party, and he was lucky that this year the whole thing was hosted by Benny. He would still need help with serving and alcohol, though. It was always prepared like that for anyone who needed to be around other people and couldn't be with their family. And of course, the waitress usually left around 10 PM so they could be home with their family.

Both talked about every detail of the event so they wouldn't miss a thing. They only finished around 7pm, which gave them time to go home and change. Sam was happy that the house was empty for once. Ever since that letter came from the bank, Dean and Jo regularly came to discuss the ‘right thing to do’, and firing some employee was the last thing that he wanted to do.

When Sam was taking a shower, the landline phone rang, but he decided to ignore it instead of running while all wet. However, five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Sam sighed. Lucky him, he was just finishing. He wrapped a towel around his waist and put a T-shirt on before walking down the stairs to open the door.

“Ruby!?” He gasped in surprise.

(Y/N)'s Pov

You were getting ready for the event tonight, and not to enjoy the dinner, but to work. For the first time in 10 years, you weren’t a part of the festivities, but working there. It slightly bothered you, but there was nothing you could do.

You put your uniform on for the night, with Sam on your mind. In fact, he was on your mind all the time, and there was nothing you could do about it. Because he was your boss, things were especially difficult between the two of you. With Jo pressuring him all the time, everything had been just successions of awkward moments and glares coming from her.

“(Y/N)? Are you here?” Charlie called out to you.

You turned your head toward the door and raised an eyebrow before going to check. “Charlie? You’re already home?” you asked, surprised.

Charlie chuckled. “Of course, silly... Wow, girl, your breasts got bigger since last time I saw you. Did you get plastic surgery?” she asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous they are still the same.” You shook your head. “I am sorry I forgot to pick you up from the airport!” You hugged her. “I missed you.”

“A whole month without me and you are helpless,” she joked. “But you do have bigger boobs, sister,” Charlie commented before stepping back.

You shrugged. “Come on, I told you they’re not,” you said. “Sorry I can’t stay, I have to work in 2 hours.”

“What!? Why? You never worked before! What changed? Did something happen between you and Sam? Or is it Jo?” she inquired.

You pressed your lips together while thinking about it for a few seconds. You knew Charlie would keep asking, and even worse, go to talk to Sam and Jo. It was best to just explain the whole situation to her, but maybe avoid telling her about the part where you went to the cemetery and cried like a baby. It wasn’t something she needed to know, especially knowing exactly what she would tell you.

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2 hours later

You were going from table to table, taking orders and dropping off food, trying to keep up with the hectic pace. You knew most of the customers, and they were nice to you, with the exception, of course, being Jo. She made sure you had to do all of your work alone, even though the other waitresses were trying to help you out. During the dinner, you noticed Jo talking, or more like flirting, with Cole. After she left, though, you didn’t think more about it. You were more concerned about the girl Sam had brought with him. She was constantly close to him and touching him.

You were hurt, and finally understood why he didn’t want to date. He obviously already had a girlfriend. You sighed, and when you couldn't take it anymore, you went upstairs to the bathroom, hoping to be alone. However, after five minutes alone, someone knocked at the door.

“(Y/N)?” Charlie’s voice called out.

You sighed. “Not now, Charlie.”

“Come on, (Y/N), you can’t just be standing here forever,” she said.

“I can,” you affirmed. “Just, please, don’t make me go back down there.”

Nothing came out of Charlie, but the door was quickly unlocked, and Charlie opened it with a smile. “I knew that those skills would be put to good use,” she said, walking in and pulling you into a hug. “It’s going to be alright,” she whispered.

“I don’t think so. Sam and that girl seem to be well into their relationship,” you softly sobbed.

“Forget about him. He’s dumb if he doesn’t see how beautiful and smart you are.”

“Yeah, the problem is I can’t forget about him.” You shook your head.

Charlie raised both eyebrows. “Why not?”

You didn’t say anything, just grabbed your bag, opened it, and pulled something out.

She widened her eyes. “Holy shit is that….!?”

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