#team free will you idjits 67 fanfiction

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Aly’s Pedro Pascal (and Characters) Masterlist:

Pedro Pascal:

Joel Miller:

Javier Peña:

Frankie Morales:

Oberyn Martel:

Dieter Bravo:

Agent Whiskey:

Javier Guiterrez:

[crashdevlin]

Fanfiction Writer’s Appreciation Day

So, I’ve been writing fanfic since I was eleven years old. I can’t even remember the writers I was reading back then that started me on this path, but I wish I could thank them. I hope they’re still writing. I’m glad I am. For this day, though, I’ll focus on the people who I read consistently now.

@impala-dreamer is such an amazing writer and I’m so glad I found her. My biggest things with fanfic are characterization and continuity. Beka writes these characters like she created them herself. And she gives more care to the shows’ continuity than even the writers for the show. I am a proud patron of hers.

@covered-byroses hits both of my musts, too. She writes things that make sense. And she is a master of Dean Winchester like no one else. Her smut is on point, her angst is killer and if you are a fan of dark Dean, her side blog @onyxcandy is the place for you.

@kittenofdoomage is the first writer I followed on tumblr. I also follow her on Ao3 and am a patron of hers. She is a well-rounded writer. I call myself ‘Equal Opportunity Smut Peddler’ but damn, Rhi should have that title more than I should. There were no sexual thoughts in my head about SPN’s Lucifer until I read some of her work. She’s written Chuck and Benny and Garth (I think). I was staunchly anti-ABO until I read one of her fics and got pulled in by her amazing writing. She’s amazing.

@saxxxology is my go-to for Sam Winchester. She’s knows that character like the back of her hand. She’s also amazing with John Winchester and Negan from the Walking Dead. She’s also very good with Jared and Gen Padalecki. Everything she writes is amazing.

And last but not least, at all, is my girl @thefaithfulwriter Faith is so creative. She’s got a bunch of WIPs and they’re mostly AUs and Crossovers because she has all these rewrites and ways to incorporate new elements into SPN or SPN into new elements. We found each other and bonded over Alec from Dark Angel and she’s been nice enough to let me beta her Dark Angel Season Two rewrite (which is amazing, everyone should read it). 

There are other writers who deserve credit, others that I read, but these are the ones who I make sure to read almost every single thing they produce. Just a extra shout out to: @atc74, @sculptorofbeginnings, @avengerscompound, @because-imma-lady-assface @crispychrissy, @coffee-obsessed-writer @castielslittlestbee @deans-baby-momma @evansrogerskitten @ellen-reincarnated1967 @emptywithout @flamencodiva @georgialouisea @iavengesuperwholock @just-another-busy-fangirl @justcallmeasmodeus @luci-in-trenchcoats @letsby @manawhaat @sis-tafics @thecleverdame @thewhiterabbit42 @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 @thoughtslikeaminefield

[67midnightwriter]

Feathers

A/N: Sometimes, you just have to write a bad fic. Thanks @stusbunker for hosting this great challenge, I hope y’all get a laugh out of this one! My prompt is bolded.

W/C: 599

Cas x Reader

Warnings: feathers

…his throbbing meat stick of manhood slid through her tight, moist love passage, slickened from the…

Y/N crinkled her nose and shoved her iPad away, taking a sip of coffee to try and wash the taste from her mouth. 

“Something wrong? Did the creamer go bad again?” Dean asked on his way to the kitchen. 

“No, just... that.” Y/N flicked her hand towards her iPad, and Dean glanced at it, his eyes skimming the screen before his chuckle filled the room. 

“I told you, if you’re going to read Supernatural fanfiction, stick to the list.” He thumbed toward the wall, where a list of URLs was pinned, Winchester Daydreams just barely legible in Dean’s scrawl, underlined for emphasis. He had his clear favorite. 

“Hey, do you think one day we should pop in and tell her who we are?”

“What, and tell a complete stranger ‘hey, sometimes I beat my meat to the stories you write about me, also surprise, I’m not a fictional character?’ No thank you.”

Y/N snorted. “When you put it that way…”

“When you put what what way?” Cas’ gruff voice filled Y/N’s ear, and she jumped at the sudden close proximity of the angel. 

“Y/N’s reading fanfic again.” Dean called as he disappeared into the kitchen. 

“You read it too!” She sighed and reached for her tablet, but Castiel was already skimming the fic she had pulled up.

“Breasts do not feel anything like coconuts…” He sat down the tablet and turned his attention back to Y/N. “Why are you reading this?”

“Because I missed you.” Y/N purred.

“How does this help? You could have just called me?”

Y/N reached out and touched the angel’s hip. “I missed you.” She raised her eyebrows, but Castiel only answered with a head tilt. Y/N rolled her eyes and tried again. “I missed your cock.”

“Oh.” Realization crossed his face with a grin and in an instant they found themselves in Y/N’s room, and she found herself naked and tied to the bed. Various toys were suspended in the air around them, including a feather tickler made from shed’s from Castiel’s wings.

“I’d like to use that one this time.” Y/N nodded towards it as Castiel finished folding his jacked and rolling up his sleeve. 

“It’s funny you think you have a choice.” Castiel reached for the first toy in the lineup, a black leather flogger.

When her skin was a loving and bright shade of red, Castiel gave her what she really needed. His hips pistoned forward, his thumb rubbing circles on her love button until she was coming apart on his cock. Castiel pulled out, giving his throbbing member a few quick jerks before his glowing seed was coating her chest, his wings flared out with the intensity of his orgasm. 

Their bliss was interrupted by a frantic knocking on the door, but with a bit of his grace Cas had them both redressed and ready to go before the stray feathers floated to the ground.

They were in the back of the impala on the way to their next hunt within ten minutes. Y/N fidgetted as something began to tickle the inside of her thigh, and by the tilt of his head at her movements she knew it wasn’t Cas’ grace. She reached a hand into the waistband of her jeans, grabbing the culprit and pulling out a long black feather as Sam looked on in horror.

“The problem with wings is that the feathers get EVERYWHERE.” She said with a shrug.

@impala-dreamer @sculptorofbeginnings @rideandwritethings @adoptdontshoppets @supernatural-idjit-95 @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 @missjenniferb @tumbler-tidbits @maddiepants @covered-byroses @curly-hair-disaster

[tumbler-tidbits]

March 2019

Here is March’s Fic Recs, I know I’m two days late...sue me! Anywho there is a mix of fluff, smut, angst, and crack. ENJOY!

1)I See You Left A Mark, Up And Down The Skin by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Link: HERE

Summary: see link

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexting, dirty talk, Dom Sam Winchester (PART 2) angst, ass play, bondage, no condoms, thorough winchester fucking, SAMHANDLING (PART 3) hand around the throat and over the mouth and nose (DO NOT DO THIS UNLESS YOU KNOW WTF YOU’RE DOING), angst, no condoms, thorough winchester fucking™ SAMHANDLING.

My Review: Oh sweet Jesus this three part series has it all! Angst, a smidge of fluff, and Oh so sexy smut! Part 2 is my favorite, but all three are definitely panty ruiners!

2)Midnight Blue by @rockhoochie

Link:HERE

Summary: Sherriff Hanscum begged the Winchesters to help Y/N with this case. With the threat neutralized and a night off, Sam and Y/N put their free time to good use. For one night, the hours they spend together are full of delight, passion, and fulfilled fantasies – a night that neither of them saw coming or would soon forget.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, Light (but very sweet) dom!Sam, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, spanking, orgasm delay/denial, fingering, squirting, M/F oral, a little angst, a little fluff, and various and sundry smutty smut smut, age gap (reader is 22).

My Review: This Fic was so fucking amazing! Precise and descriptive words paint an amazingly vivid picture that fills all your senses! You can actually see, hear, smell, and feel the things going on between the reader and Sam! I could be biased since this fic hit nearly all my kinks *fans self* but indulge in this extremely passionate sensory experience for yourself and read it!!

3)Bruised by @wayward-and-worn

Link:HERE

Summary: Dean learns that girls have sensitive parts.    

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: PWP.  Oral sex.

My Review: This is oddly sweet and fluffy with a hen pecking Dean, and absolutely fucking hilarious at the same time 😂😂 I love it!

4)Not Letting Go by @kittenofdoomage

Link:HERE

Summary: Reuniting with the Winchesters brings an unexpected change, one they’re going to need to help you with.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam x reader, Alpha!Dean x reader

Warnings: Smut, first time, knotting, unexpected presentation, threesome, unprotected sex, marking, this is probably more on the Sam centric side!

My Review: Whoo! I love a good A/B/O fic and this one is delicious! Just enough smut to please you and leave you begging for more!

5)Not a Fish by @bamby0304

Link:HERE

Summary: All fears should be faced… but not yours, and not today.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Crack?? Thalassophobia.

My Review: This is so sweet and fluffy! Just a quick heart warmer 🥰

6)I’ve Got You by @winchesterprincessbride

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Sam and Reader (brief Dean)

Warnings: Angst (it’s sad y’all), death.

My Review: Just a quick beautiful drabble to leave you’re heart shattered 😖

7)Cookie Monster by @67midnightwriter

Link:HERE

Summary: None. 777 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean x Cas

Warnings: lots o’ smut. Implied squirting. Gang bang, butt stuff.

My Review: Jesus this one is fucking hot!! And Logan leaves you with a surprise ending. She claims she doesn’t write smut...I call her a lying biatch😘

8)The Maddening Empty by @impala-dreamer

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Thigh Riding. Bit o’ Dom!Dean Action. Dirty Talk.

My Review: whew. I don’t know if it’s my praise!kink or my dom!kink but this little number right here had me wishing I waited to read until after work! This ones a panty ruiner folks!

9)Holding On by @idreamofplaid

Link:HERE

Summary: Sam’s life as a hunter is taking a toll on him. The reader refuses to be scared away.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: angst; a little smut; spoilers for season 13

My Review: This is so beautiful and so painful I was teary eyed! They never really show us how the boys deal with their inner demons on the show, but Robin does a phenomenal job of painting that picture!

10)Notes by @kittenofdoomage

Link:HERE

Summary: Your secret Tumblr blog has been rumbled… but who’s the culprit behind the notes you keep finding?

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam

Warnings: Smut, threesome, pretty much just pornyMcporn over here. Unprotected sex, double penetration, anal, oral.

My Review: JFC this piece is a dream come true! What would you do if Sam and Dean discovered your smutty fanfiction? Well this hot little number lets you know exactly what they would do!

11)Boyfriend and Girlfriend by @squirrel-moose-winchester

Link:HERE

Summary: It all started over a stupid popular kid’s party. Y/N had been left stranded and luckily, Sam was there to the rescue. The next day, Sam abruptly announces that he and Y/N are dating, much to Y/N’s and everyone else’s surprise. Come along for the ride, in their journey to figure things out! Being a teenager isn’t as easy at it seems.

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader

Warnings: Each chapter will have their own individual warning label, for I have no idea where this series will take me.

My Review: I love this series so much!! I love the AU that Eileen has created and how she has incorporated the characters and Story we love! Seriously so great and so imaginative! One minute I’m going “awe“ then I’m about to cry and then I’m laughing hysterically. Go check it out folks there is more to come!

12)Apple of My Eye by @bamby0304

Link:HERE

Summary: When Sam and Dean were pulled back into their world, you were left behind. Stuck in the hustle bustle of Hollywood life, you have no choice but to play along, leaving almost all of your old life behind. Seven years later when a rip in time and space opens up, you are finally able to go home… but you don’t go alone.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language. Angst. Panic attacks. Anxiety. Fluff. Drama. Smut. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

My Review: This series is so fluffy and sweet, with a smidge of angst, and a dash of smut! I binged the whole thing in one night and Ambers not done yet! Go give it a read.

13)Driving Miss Baby by @evansrogerskitten

Link:HERE

Summary: Things don’t go so well when the new female damages Baby.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cursing

My Review: ok in my opinion this piece is hilarious! I have never read a piece from Baby’s point of view as a car. It different, interesting, and funny as hell!

14)Dean’s Girls by @ladywinchester1967

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Dad!Dean, smut, fluff, lovely dovey stuff. 

My Review: This is such a sweet fluffy little heart warmer and them things quickly have you sweating lol. This is the life we all wish for Dean Winchester.

15)Not Your Normal Vet by @acreativelydifferentlove

Link:HERE

Summary: your dog is unwell and a trip to the vet is in order.

Pairing: Veterinarian!Sam x Reader

Warnings: asshole ex, sick dog

My Review: This is so sweet and fluffy!! I love my fur babies and their care means so much to me! I love my vet but he’s no Sam Winchester! Seriously tooth rotting!!

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This Crazy Life - Part 16

DISCLAIMER: This is FICTION, I do not want events from this to happen in Jared and Gen’s lives.

DESCRIPTION: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)

CHARACTERS: Jared Padalecki, Reader

RELATIONSHIP:Jared Padalecki x Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff!

Jared Padalecki Masterlist

You ran a hand through your barely damp hair, the other picking at the now cold room service meal you ordered after your shower as NCIS played on your phone. You heard the click of your room door but laid unmoving as Jared walked into your room.

“Y/N?” Concern dripped from his voice as he laid onto the bed next to you, “What’s wrong?”

You pushed your meal away and moved to snuggle into his side. Sighing, you mulled over what to say briefly. “I ran into a fan while trying to get lunch today.”

He rubbed your back and pulled you closer into his side, “And what happened?”

You focused on his hip bone that was peaking between his raised shirt and top of his jeans, not wanting to make any sort of eye contact with him when you told him what had happened today. “Well. She definitely wasn’t happy.” You played with the hem of his shirt as you continued, “She threw my drink on me. Told me I was a whore and the reason you and Gen broke up.”

Jared was silent but tense. You looked up at him, his face stoic and eyes towards the ceiling. You were about to ask if he was okay when he spoke, his expression never wavering, “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you whispered out.

He finally looked towards you, worry in his eyes, “I would have canceled the rest of my day and spent it with you to make sure you were okay rather than have you sit up here by yourself.”

You shook your head, “I was fine Jare. Ju-just shaken up mostly. I knew Jensen would be able to help me but also keep everything under wraps so you both could finish out today. Your fans obviously already hate me enough, that would have pissed them off even more.”

He sat up quickly, the heat of anger pouring off of him. “No, Y/N.” He took a deep breath, visibly trying not to take his frustration out on you, “You are more important to me than any of those fans. I don’t care if they’re pissed off. Who I'm with is none of their business and they shouldn’t take anything out on you.” He shoved his hand into his jeans and fished through his pocket, “Not to mention we aren’t even out publicly considering we just figured this out ourselves last night.” He swiped at his phone once it was free from the denim confines of his jeans.

You stared at him as he typed furiously, “What are you doing?”

“Sending out a tweet.”

You chuckled, “A tweet?”

He looked towards you, “Yes.”

“What is a tweet going to do?”

He set his phone down beside him on the disheveled white comforter, “It will let them know I know what happened.” He sat forward and pulled at your left hand, cupping it between both of his, “They need to know there will be consequences for their actions. You are a part of my life, which makes you a part of the Supernatural family.”

“But a tweet isn’t going to do anything, Jare,” you scoffed out.

“Maybe, maybe not. But I can express my disappointment and threaten to pull away from future conventions if your safety can’t be guaranteed. I would say we’re going to press charges but Jensen already told me you don’t want to do that.” You grumbled, causing Jared to snicker, “He was just concerned. He cares about you just as much as I do.” He ran a hand through his hair, “Either way Y/N,” his hand now cupped your face, “you mean more to me than anything with this show. I need to be able to know you’ll be okay if we’re not together.”

Tears started to prick your eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time for the day, “Jare.”

He shushed you softly and pulled you into his chest. “I-I,” he paused as he rubbed your back, “I love you, Y/N. I can’t lose you.”

You snaked your arms around his toned torso and squeezed before looking into his eyes, currently golden with flecks of green throughout the iris, “I love you too.”

He smiled and then leaned forward, leaving mere millimeters between your lips, giving you the option to turn away once again. You closed the minuscule distance between you. Your lips moved in tandem with each other, soft and slow as yet another new level of your relationship within the last 24 hours washed over you both.

Jared broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes as his hands snaked up your body to rest on your cheeks. His right thumb caressed your cheek as you both sat there in silence. Your breathing almost in sync with one another before he spoke, “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow will be another long day.”

You nodded, “Definitely not looking forward to a day filled with dirty airports and loud planes.”

He reluctantly pulled away from you and got up, “I’m going to change real quick.” He pointed at you as he walked around the bed and spoke with a mocking serious tone, “You stay put.”

You just shook your head and giggled as he grabbed his pajama bottoms and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You snaked yourself under the comforter and closed your eyes as you waited for your gentle giant to get into bed.

You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were from the emotional toll the day had on you until Jared crawling into bed beside you stirred you awake. “Shh, it’s okay,” he said as he pulled you into his side. He stroked your hair softly before kissing the top of your head and sighed with content, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Jare,” you slurred before you succumbed to a peaceful slumber.

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Milestones (Part Five)

Description: To think a bumble message led to this…

Characters: Reader, Jensen Ackles, Arrow Ackles, Zeppelin Ackles, JJ Ackles, Sloane Ackles (oc), Jaxon Ackles (oc)

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Wowweee. First piece since yet another hiatus. I’m sorry I’m garbage, but having babies and working took up a considerable amount of my time and now I’m trying to write again. Sorry if this seems kind of garbage lol. But I decided to finally wrap this up so I can start slimming down the list of WIP’s. Enjoy!

Masterlist / Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Settling onto the porch swing of your countryside Austin home with JJ, you both giggled as you watched Jensen get bombarded and attacked by her four younger siblings. Arrow and Zeppelin led the charge, both jumping up towards his chest, knocking him down to the ground. Sloane and Jaxon, who’s three year old little legs struggled to keep up with his older siblings, followed closely, pouncing on their father. All four kids began tickling him, causing him to erupt into loud bouts of laughter.

“Y/N!” Jensen wheezed, trying to breathe between laughs, “I need help!”

You giggled, watching him suffer for a bit longer before you yelled out towards the kids. “Okay guys! Give your dad a break!”

They reluctantly stopped, Jaxon still tried getting in one last tickle before Arrow pulled him away. He pouted slightly before his sister distracted him with some toys in the yard. Jensen took long deep breaths as he sat in the lawn.

Your attention was pulled towards your kids, running around the yard giggling as they chased and played with each other. But, Jensen’s attention was on you. Every day he looked at you like it would be the last time he’d see you, memorizing every detail that littered your skin. He bit his bottom lip with a smile as you giggled along with your children, your right arm across JJ’s shoulders as she snuggled into your side.

God, he was the luckiest man in the world.

He stood up and wiped his hands on his sweatshorts as he walked towards you and JJ. You looked up at him when he was within arms reach, adoration pooling in your eyes, a smile plastered across your face, “Hey babe.”

You scooted over with JJ a little to make more room for him to sit with you on the swing. His arm snaked over your shoulders and his hand rested on JJ’s back as he watched the other four kids play, giggles erupting from Jaxon causing you both to beam with joy. “Man, I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

You put a hand on his thigh and lightly squeezed as you spoke, “Neither will I.”

JJ got up soon after, running to help her youngest brother on the swingset. You snuggled into Jensen’s side, humming with happiness. It was crazy how some messages on a dating app you had long forgotten about after all these years turned into this, a life full of joy and memories with a family you weren’t ever sure you’d have some day.

Rubbing your thumb along Jensen’s thigh you looked up towards him, his eyes glimmering with amusement as he watched the kids. “I love you, Jense,” you said quietly.

He turned his head down, looking between your eyes and mouth before he placed a soft kiss onto your lips. “I love you too, Y/N.” He pulled you closer into his side as his gaze turned back towards the yard.

You both sat there quietly and soaked in the new memories being made.

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This Crazy Life (Part 15)

DISCLAIMER: I LOVE JARED AND GEN AND WOULD NEVER WANT THEM TO BREAK UP. THIS SERIES IS NOT MEANT TO TRY AND CAUSE HARM, NO WIFE HATE WILL BE TOLERATED.

DESCRIPTION: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)

CHARACTERS: Reader, Hostess, Jensen Ackles

RELATIONSHIP: Jared Padalecki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 969

WARNINGS: Fluff!

A/N: Ayooo. Another part! 

TAGLISTMASTERLIST / JARED PADALECKI MASTERLIST / PART 14 

You walked out of the bathroom, your hair and clothes still wet but slightly drier thanks to the roll of paper towels you used in the restaurant's bathroom. You scanned the dining area, looking for any more rogue fans wanting to throw more drinks at you. You sighed a breath of relief when you saw him talking to the hostess.

“Jensen!” You called as you walked towards him. His eyes raked over you with concern as he took in your coke stained appearance, “Thank you.” Your eyes began to sting as he closed the distance between you both.

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head, “What happened to you?”

Tears were falling down your cheeks as you blubbered, “A fan.” You sniffled,” She came at me,” a sob erupted from your chest, “Sh-she said I was a whore and the re-reason Jared and Gen broke up.” Jensen squeezed you tighter, “She thr-threw my drink at me.”

He rubbed your back and sighed, “Let’s get out of here.” He began to pull you away, wrapping a protective arm over your shoulders as he started to walk out of the restaurant.

“Wait!” He looked at you quizzically, “I have to pay for the meal I ordered.” You wiped at your cheeks, “It’s not the waitresses fault this happened.”

Jensen nodded, “Okay.” He pulled out his wallet quickly while you fumbled with your purse, tears inhibiting your vision. He walked towards the hostess and pulled out a 50 dollar bill, “This is for her meal.”

Your shoulders fell as you sighed. You didn’t want him to pay but you were a mess and he knew you wanted to get out of there quickly.

“Let’s go,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders once more.

You calmed yourself down on the short, quick walk back to the hotel. Jensen pulled you into him tighter as you walked through the hotel lobby towards the elevator. Once the silver doors closed, you whispered out, “Thank you.”

You focused on the cool, metallic doors as you felt Jensen stare at you. “Why’d you call me, Y/N?”

You looked down at your feet, “I didn’t want to worry him.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to your and Jared’s floor. You walked out, Jensen following behind closely, “Y/N, you should tell him.”

You sighed as you neared your door and pulled your key out, sliding it into the card reader you turned towards Jensen and ushered him into the room. “I will, at some point,” you said as you closed the door behind you both, “But, this is the kind of stuff he was afraid was going to happen. I knew fans would be pissed but, for them to actually come at me in person?” You shook your head as Jensen sat on the end of the bed, “Did this type of stuff happen to Gen or Danneel?”

“Not that I know of, no.” Jensen rubbed his mouth, “They had keyboard warriors come for them but nothing like this.” He looked at you with concern once again, “Y/N, we should press charges.”

You shook your head, “They obviously already hate me enough.” You grabbed your duffle off the floor and fished through your clothes looking for pajamas, “Last thing I need is for some fan to let it out I got them arrested. It will be even worse for me.” You pulled out a navy blue pajama set, “Plus it was just coke. That can wash off of me and out of my clothes. It would be different if she actually hit me, I guess.”

Jensen stood and put his hands on your arms, turning you towards him. You looked up at him as he spoke, “But you also need to draw a line and show these guys that they can’t do things like that.”

You shook your head, “I’m okay. If something else happens, I will. But,” you raised your arm, your pajamas coming into both of your views, “right now all I want to do is shower and get into bed and wait for Jared to be done with today.”

Jensen pursed his lips and then dropped his arms, “Okay.” He started walking towards the door, “I’m going to tell Jared that once the day is over he has to come up here.” Your eyes widened and he raised his hands, “I’m not going to tell him anything. Just that he needs to come up here.” He looked at the door and then back towards you, “I have to get going though, he’s probably noticing I’ve been gone for a while by now.”

You nodded, “Go. I already took enough of your fans' time.”

He shook his head with a chuckle as he opened the door, “They can wait, you are more important.” He left the room and shut the door softly.

You could feel tears prick at your eyes again as you walked towards the bathroom. You threw your pajamas onto the bathroom counter and stripped from your now damp clothes. You cranked the hot water, watching the steam slowly fill the tiled room before you slipped underneath the stream. You sank down, sitting on the floor. The cold of the tiles bit into your bottom and the grout seams were rough against your skin as the hot water flowed over your head.

You sulked as your skin flushed and steam built up in the bathroom.

You were nervous to talk to Jared about what happened, but at least the convention was still hours from being done. You had time to calm your nerves and try to be confident to reassure Jared, but you weren’t sure you were even okay yourself.

You just hoped that things couldn’t get worse.

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It has been brought to my attention that some private photos of the Ackles Family have been leaked.

Please, if you’re someone who has these leaked photos, delete them. Jensen and Danneel are kind enough to be as open about their lives as they already are. Don’t break their trust and disrespect them by having these pictures out online. They obviously didn’t want them online because they didn’t post them.

Please delete these photos. Respect the family. Don’t break Jensen and Danneel’s trust as others already have.

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Writing Haitus

I’m sorry I’ve been the worst and haven’t posted.

In all honesty, I haven’t had the inspiration to write and I don’t want to write something that is absolute shit and I just slapped together so you guys would be pleased.

There’s a lot going on in my life right now, especially with work, where it’s sucked away all my free time and it’s sucked away my joy. Literally.

I’ll get back to a place where I can write and be happy writing again.

I’m going to start rewatching SPN when I get season 14 in the mail and hopefully that will spark something in me again.

I appreciate you all who have been rereading stuff I’ve posted and I appreciate all my new followers who have just found me.

This hiatus won’t be forever. I’ll be back and with amazing content.

I’m sorry guys.

XO Aly

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Today is the Day.

Description: Nerves and excitement are keeping you up the night before your wedding, when Dean texts you, needing to see you. 

Characters: Dean Winchester and Reader

Relationship: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Just straight up fluff. 

Word Count: 801

A/N: SOOO, I wrote this for my wonderful twin @justawaywardwinchester because SHE IS GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW. Enjoy twin! (Also, I wrote this in like 20 minutes and it’s unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine.)

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You laid in the guest room of your sisters house, tossing and turning. Today is the day, you kept repeating in your head. Your excitement mixed with nerves was bubbling over inside you, making it impossible to sleep. Boy will your makeup artist be pissed at you in the morning.Trying to cover up the dark circles under your eyes will certainly be a chore for her.

A chime from your phone made you groan slightly. Great. Just another thing to keep you awake. You tried ignoring it but curiosity overtook you.

You smiled when you saw the name on the screen. Dean.

You unlocked your phone quickly, eager to read his message.  

‘Can’t sleep sweetheart. Can you?’

You chuckled and began typing away on the cool, smooth glass of your phone screen. ‘I can’t either, baby. Too excited.’

You watched the familiar gray text box pop up with three small circles, alerting you that Dean was typing back. You looked up towards the ceiling with your unlocked phone in hand as a million different responses popped into your head for what he could say.

The vibration from your phone made your eyes shoot back towards your screen. ‘I’m coming to see you.’

You squealed quietly. You wanted to see him, but it was bad luck to see each other the night before your wedding. ‘Dean! We can’t do that!’

You could almost hear him chuckle as you saw him typing back. ‘It’s our wedding day though. We won’t be breaking any superstitions.’ You chuckled, thinking of your next reply when another message came through. ‘Besides, we made it through everything. The hunts, the mark, possession. Nothing is going to break us apart. Nothing.’

You teared up slightly, feeling more loved by the man you were about to marry than you ever have before. ‘Okay. I’ll be the one in blue.’

You slid out of bed quietly, throwing your old, ratty blue robe over your shoulders. You slipped down the stairs of your sisters house, praying that she was sleeping hard and wouldn’t hear you sneaking out of the house like a teenager. You kept checking the clock as you waited to hear the familiar roar of the Impala that you loved. Minutes seemed to take hours.

As headlights turned down your sister's street, the rumble of the impala became more apparent. It took everything in you not to squeal with delight as you waited for Dean to park. You couldn’t wake your sister. She for sure would kill you both for seeing each other.

All nerves from before melted when your eyes meet the familiar olive-green eyes you loved. He was here. Your love, your home.

You jumped into his arms as he chuckled, “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” you breathed out as you planted your feet onto solid ground again. Your lips connected with his plush ones in a searing kiss. You smiled when you finally broke the kiss, “I missed you.”

He smirked, “I missed you too.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he looked deeply into your eyes, “I needed to see you. To-to calm down.”

You nodded in agreement, “Same here.”

You both stood on the sidewalk in front of your sisters house, talking for awhile before you checked your phone again. “Babe, it’s two A.M.”

Dean rubbed at his face, “There’s no way.”

You giggled as you showed him your phone screen, “See.”

He shook his head as sadness pooled in his eyes, “Then I better go. Try and get some rest.”

You both stood up from the stairs you both had ventured to during conversation. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I don’t want you to.”

He snickered as his arms snaked around your waist, “Your sister would kill us.”

You scoffed, “Yeah.” You looked out towards the street, a few street lights providing the only light outside. You turned back towards him, his eyes sparkling with interest as to what you were thinking, “She’s a buzzkill.”

Dean roared with laughter, causing you to practically jump on top of his head to quiet him down. He planted a kiss onto your lips as he still vibrated with laughter. “She totally is.” He placed another soft kiss to your lips before breaking your embrace, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You blushed as you watched him walk towards the impala, “I’ll be the one in white!”

He smiled as he slid into the driver’s seat and started the impala. You waved to each other as he drove away.

When the taillights faded as he turned onto another street, you hopped up the stairs into the house, into bed. As you laid in bed, you fell into a peaceful slumber with a smile across your face.

Today was the day.

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Baby

Jensen smut drabble. Remember, this is pure fiction. I do not wish harm to Jensen, Danneel, or their beautiful family. 

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: End of Sex Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 287

Taglist 

Masterlist

“You feel so good, baby,” Jensen purred in your ear as he gripped your neck from behind.

His hips slammed into your reddened and marked ass in a fast, hard pace. His hand landed on your hips, fingers pressing into your skin, causing your walls to clench around him and a low moan to vibrate through your chest.

You bit your lip, “Baby, I’m close.”

He growled, “Good, baby. Cum for me sweetheart.”

His pace never faltered, the head of his cock hitting against your g-spot in a timed rhythm, causing white hot sparks to pepper your body. You cried out as you clenched onto  him  tightly, your velvet walls spasming around his cock as you came down from your high.

His hips began to falter as his hand reached to your front, rubbing your clit in fast, small circles, “I’m close, baby.” He grunted, “One more for me, please.”

“Jensen,” you breathed out, arousal washing over you.

He silently understood as his lips landed on the base of your neck , nipping and sucking softly. His other hand came down onto your ass again, pushing you over the edge.

You both moaned loudly as you came together, milking him for every drop of cum as he painted your insides.

He removed his already softening cock from you as he kissed your shoulder before laying down against the mattress with open arms. You giggled, fitting perfectly against his side as you snuggled against him. He rubbed your arm softly, letting out a deep breath, “Think we did it this time?”

You looked up at him and smiled, “I think we did” You kissed his lips softly before laying  back on his chest, “I think we made a baby.”

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Aly’s Jensen Ackles Masterlist:

(Full Masterlist)

Any Jensen Ackles fanfiction is that, PURE FICTION. I do not mean any harm to him or his absolutely wonderful and adorable family. Do not Danneel hate or I will block your ass. That shit is not tolerated here. 

Series: 

Unexpected: 

Description: A bad date lead you to Family Business Beer Co. where you met the last person you would have expected that night. Jensen Ackles. Your relationship blossomed after that night, turning into something you were afraid to lose. 

Warnings: Explicit Language, Fluff, Smut, (more warnings to come the more this develops).

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four (coming soon)

Milestones: 

Description: Your first date with Jensen Ackles went better than you could have ever hoped, leading to a long life with your favorite actor.

Warnings: Fluffy af. (more may come as the story develops).

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

One Shots/ Imagine: 

The Ceremony: 

Description: It’s your wedding day. You couldn’t be more nervous until you see the love of your life standing at the altar. Jensen. 

Warnings: FLUFF. Some steamy kisses but nothing more than that. 

Drabbles:

Baby:

Warnings: End of Sex Smut, Fluff

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Regarding Dean

Description: Dean starts losing his mind. Literally. All his memories, people’s names and even himself start slipping away. You and Sam fight to get him back with the help of Rowena. 

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Rowena Macleod, Reader

Relationship: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: A bit angsty (Maybe), FLUFF, implied smut at the very end (a little) 

Word Count: 2487

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats 10k challenge! We had to write a fic based off an episode and I chose episode 12.11 Regarding Dean. 

A/N2: Again, thank you to my twin, the lovely @justawaywardwinchester for beta-ing this for me! 

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You sat at the motel table, head in your hands as Dean walked around the room trying to name objects. Sam was following closely behind, sighing and scribbling on a sticky note pad every time Dean named something wrong. 

You were sick to your stomach and your heart was breaking while you were watching the man you loved slip away. You only knew that it was going to get worse.

A knock on the door broke you from your troubled thoughts. You got up, watching the boys as you opened the door revealing Rowena on the other side, “Hello boys, Y/N.” You nodded towards her as she entered your room.

Dean looked at her quizzically, “Who’s she?”

She looked between you and Sam, “Looks like the spell is progressing, I see.”

You and Sam looked at each other, focusing back on the witch as Dean approached her. He smiled, tugging at a strand of her hair, “Her hair. It’s so bouncy!”

Rowena smiled, “Why, thank you!” She turned towards you and Sam, “Do we have to fix him?”

Sam cocked his head to the side “Rowena,” his tone dark with warning. You in turn stared daggers into her wretched soul for even lightly joking. Of course Dean needed to be fixed.

She sighed, turning her attention back towards Dean as she grabbed his hand, checking him over. “Those glyphs you found, are an archaic form of Celtic magic.” She continued on, but your attention was not focused on what she was saying.

You were focused on Dean.

You could see his light and mind diminishing, quickly. You were hunters. You knew that this life didn’t end pretty, but you never thought Dean’s would end this way. A literal vegetable.

Rowena and Sam walked to the other side of the motel room to talk while you sat with Dean on the bed watching Scooby Doo. You couldn’t help but smile at the innocence this dreadful curse placed on him. He beamed at Scooby, laughing at the ridiculous things the talking dog and his gang did.

Your mind wandered, wondering what would become of things if Dean couldn't be saved. How would you and Sam cope without the eldest Winchester? Sure, Dean may be an arrogant ass sometimes, but he was your family. You both needed him as much as he needed you guys.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to cope. His death, especially like this, would kill you.

In that instant, you regretted never being open with Dean about how you felt. It’s like all that usual rom com shit that old bitties love. You were pining after the man that you worked with, but never did anything about it. You were too scared to ruin your friendship with him. You’d rather have Dean as a friend than not have him at all.

Sam took Dean into the bathroom to talk alone, leaving you with Rowena. You stared at the TV, Scooby Doo still playing, when Rowena broke your attention from the cartoon. “Oh dear, Y/N.”

“What the hell do you want Rowena,” you words dripping with venom.

She chuckled, “No need to be nasty, Y/N. I just feel sorry for you.”

You tore your eyes from the screen, hateful disdain emanating towards the witch, “You feel sorry, for me?”

She nodded, crossing her hands delicately in front of her, “It’s hard to watch the man you love fade away.”

You stared at her, dumbfounded, “How-,” you were cut off by Sam leaving the bathroom.

Rowena quickly bounded towards Sam, “How is he?”

He shook his head, “Oh, like you care.” He sat on the end of the bed with you, “You know, I’ve seen my brother die, but watching him not become him? This might actually be worse.”

Tears started to form in your eyes as you listened to them. This definitely was worse than just watching Dean die. You rubbed your mouth, trying to push down your feelings.

Rowena spoke low, “We need to find that grimoire.”

You scoffed with Sam, “Of course. That’s your angle.” He ran his hand through his hair, “A powerful spell book shows up and all of a sudden, you’re here to help?”

You chimed in, “Altruism isn’t your style, Rowena.”

She looked between the both of you, “True. It never hurts to have a Winchester, or Winchester adjacent, owe you one though.”

You got up off the bed, walking towards your weapons bag. You grabbed your gun, checking to make sure it was loaded with Witch Killing Bullets as Sam got up, “Gideon Lockwood’s address was in his accountant’s files. If it’s there, we’ll find it.”

Rowena bounced slightly in place, “Well, of course you’ll need me there to read the spell.”

You cocked your gun and looked at Sam, “No, you’re staying with Dean.”

Sam looked at Rowena, “Someone needs to stay here with him, and I don’t trust you with us.”

Rowena scoffed, “Well, obviously. But the grimoire is written in ancient druid, how do you expect to find the right spell without me there?”

You walked over to Sam, handing him his loaded gun, “You said a few were still alive right?”

Rowena looked between the two of you and rolled her eyes, “You really expect them to read the spell for you? You just killed their brother, they would rather use your skin as an outfit.”

You and Sam smiled, holding up your guns, “They can try.”

---

You slid into the passenger seat of the impala, as Sam started it outside of the accountant’s office. Worry started to eat away at your insides.

What if it’s too late?

What if you can’t save Dean?

You looked over at Sam, white knuckled grip on the steering wheel as he stared forward. “Sam?” He didn’t look towards you and kept quiet. Tears started to prick at your eyes again as you whispered, “What if we can’t save him?”

Sam grunted in response, “We will save him.”

“But-.”

He turned towards you, seething, “We will save him.”

You nodded, staring forward as you drove towards the Lockwood’s house.

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Sam ambushed the guard outside, “Who’s inside?”

The guard reluctantly told the two of you the lockwoods were indeed inside, before Sam put him down. You both quietly walked into the house as he called Rowena.

“You’re in?” The shock in her voice annoyed you slightly.

Sam shushed Rowena, “Yeah, we’re in.” He swallowed thickly, “As soon as I get the translation, you cast the spell.”

You both walked through the house, looking for the Lockwoods. Finally approaching a room with the door slightly ajar, soft humming coming from the other side of it. Sam pushed the door open, Gideon lay dead on a table in the middle of the room, stones covering his eyes, as his sister, Katrina, continued pinning the butterfly she had in her hand.

Sam stepped forward, “These guns are full of Witch Killing Bullets. So, why don’t you go to your grimoire and tell us how to break the memory spell?”

She snickered, finally looking towards you both, “I told him you would come.” She finally pinned the butterfly into her display case, “Boyd wanted to go after you, but I said ‘why bother? You’re hunters. You’ll hunt us down, right at our doorstep.’”

Sam stepped forward, “I’m not asking you again,” as Boyd came up from behind you two, yelling, throwing you two into a bookshelf as Katrina started chanting a spell over her display case. The noise that was produced from her spell was high pitched and harrowing, bursting your ear drums. Blood poured out of your ears as you tried protecting them with your hands.

It was no use.The pain you were in, physically and mentally, was enough to cause you to pass out.

You woke up to crashing on the floor below you. You looked around the room, Boyd was standing over Sam with a knife. Sam was trying to talk to him, reason with him, but he wasn’t having it.

The Lockwoods were hell bent on bringing their brother back.

You struggled against the magic they used against you, keeping you in place, hoping you could break free and save Sam when you heard a gunshot ring downstairs. Boyd panicked for his sister as Sam took the opportunity to charge him. Boyd dropped the knife and pushed Sam off with magic. He started to run out the door when Sam grabbed the blade and charged after him again. Another burst of magic knocked the blade from Sam’s hand as Boyd escaped from the room.

You felt the magical binds fall off of you as Boyd’s priorities ran elsewhere. You shot up, running after him with Sam. As you ran down the steps, you saw Dean, gun in hand, Katrina dead on the floor, and Rowena, a crumpled mess to the side.

He was confused, pointing the gun between the three of you, not knowing who the witch was. Sam yelled, “No, no, no,” he pointed to himself, “Brother,” you both looked at each other and pointed at Boyd, saying in unison, “Witch!”

Dean pointed the gun towards Boyd and pulled the trigger. Boyd fell against the wall, crumpling onto the floor as blood poured out of the bullet hole in his chest.

You looked at Rowena, “Rowena, you need to help him.”

She nodded as she stood up, “Some help up would have been appreciated, but a girl can’t get everything she wants, now can she?”

You grumbled as you walked down the stairs with Sam, passing Rowena dragging Dean up the stairs. You ran your hands through your hair and bit at your nails as you waited for Rowena to reverse the spell.

Purple light flooded the upstairs as you could hear Rowena chanting in the foyer. They emerged from the hallway, walking down the stairs as you both stared up at them dumbfounded.

Sam spoke softly, “Did it work?”

Dean looked over at him and pointed, “Who are those hippies?”

You turned away, running a hand through your hair as tears started falling down your cheeks.

It didn’t work.

Dean laughed behind you, “Look at his face. Ah, kind of like that time I ate all your Halloween candy. Remember? Classic.”

You turned around, wiping at your face as Sam scoffed, “Not funny.”

You shook your head, tears still falling, “That really wasn’t funny, Dean.”

His smile softened at your reaction, “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He walked towards you, wrapping you in a bear hug, “I didn’t mean to upset you like that. I was just trying to mess with Sam.”

You just nodded into his chest before pulling away, “Now, let’s get the hell out of here.”

The boys smiled and nodded, walking towards the door as you and Rowena followed closely behind them.

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Rowena made sure to leave quickly after you all got back to the motel. She cleaned the blood off her face, fixed her makeup, and packed up quickly. You stayed in the room, packing up the last of everyone’s things as the boys walked out with Rowena.

You walked out of the room, as the boys were standing on either side of the Impala, talking. You opened the trunk, throwing in the duffle bags, and closed it.

Dean was messing with his keys as Sam looked at him with concern, “It’s uh, the shiny-.”

Dean glared at him, “Shut up and get in the car.” He looked towards you and smiled before he slid into the driver’s seat of the impala.

You quietly got into the back seat, settling your back against the door and throwing your legs up onto the seat. You closed your eyes, letting the calming sound of the tires floating over the tarred road, the boys rhythmic breathing, and the low sounds of a classic rock song wash over you. Sleep came easily now that you had Dean back and everyone was safe.

---

You woke up, a few miles from the bunker, Dean’s gaze hardened on to the road, Sam sleeping by his side. You swung your legs over from the seat, placing your feet on the floor board as you placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “How are you doing, Dean?”

He smirked, his right eye crinkling at the corner, “I’m good.”

You sighed as you sat back against the seat, “Okay. I’m here if you need to talk though.”

He nodded, “I know.”

---

You sat against the headboard of your bed, freshly showered, as you scrolled through Netflix when a knock rapped on your door. You sat up a bit straighter as you placed the remote down beside you, “Come in.”

A shadow loomed before you saw who was at your door. “Hey, Y/N.” You nodded as Dean pushed his way into your room with a hand rubbing the back of his neck, “Is it okay if we talk?”

You scooted over in your bed, patting the empty space, “Yeah, Dean. Always.”

He smiled as he sat next to you, laying his back flush with the headboard, “How are you doing,” he threw his hands out motioning in a circle, “after all of this?”

You chuckled, “Better, now that you’re okay.”

He smiled and nodded, “Yeah.” He looked up at the ceiling and rubbed his mouth, “Y/N, this uh,” he scoffed, “this whole thing really opened my eyes.”

You turned towards him slightly, “What do you mean?”

He chuckled as he wrung his hands in his lap, “I,” he paused, looking at you with concern in his eyes, “I,uh, like you Y/N. This was kind of a wake up call for me. Losing my mind and everything.” He smirked, “This life, it doesn’t have a happy ending. But, after the last 24 hours, I would like to make my life as happy as it can be, even with a shitty ending.” He looked at you, wide-eyed and mouth slightly agape, a small smile playing on his lips as he turned to face you, “Look, Y/N. The way I watched you react today, I think-,” you cut him off, lips crashing against his.

You cupped his cheek with a hand as your lips melded with his. His lips were soft, plump, and needy. Seemingly a perfect fit against yours. His hands cupped your face tightly as his tongue swept along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You opened up to him, your tongues meeting, swirling together.

Dean broke from the kiss, staring deeply into your eyes, “Woah.”

You laughed, “What, didn’t expect that Winchester?”

He smiled and leaned in, softly kissing you. He got on top of you, dragging you down your bed so you were laying flat against your mattress, without breaking the kiss. One last soft peck of his lips, he looked you in the eyes, a smile plastered on his face, “Way better than I expected.”

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Aly’s Castiel Masterlist:

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Series:

One Shots/ Imagines:

Bricks: (Prompt Challenge)

Description: Castiel finds out you like him because of Dean. What happens after you storm out of the library and into your room is something you never thought would happen.

Warnings: Explicit Language and Fluff

Wings:

Description:  Your relationship with Cas was starting to become deeper, more real, the more time you two spent together, and even apart. You loved your angel with every cell in your body, but you didn’t know if he felt the same way, until he showed you. Things became more real for you as you saw a worried stricken Cas after a hunt that left you injured.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Fluff, Violence

Drabbles:

Trench Coat:

Description: Castiel visits the bunker to check on Y/N, he panics slightly when he can’t find her in the bunker. Upon finding her, Castiel covers her with his trench coat.

Warnings: Fluff!

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The Transfer (Part Four)

Description:  You weren’t born in this life. You became a hunter, and a powerful Witch of Light after the death of your boyfriend Matthew. You stumbled upon the Winchester brother’s while you were seeking your revenge against the witch who killed your boyfriend. They eventually asked you to move in with them and you did. Things escalated while you were with the boys, Dean took on the Mark of Cain and it turned him into someone no one knew. Sam vowed to remove the Mark from his brother and cure him, while you had other ideas to rid Dean of the Mark.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Relationship: Eventual Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 880

Warnings: Nothing major, just an upset Dean. So, I guess a bit angsty.  Spoilers Since This is Based off Season 10 and After.

A/N: Fourth part to @witch-of-letters request! This series will be finished soon, I promise. It’s been a WIP for too long for me haha. Hope you enjoy! 

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

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A long red cloth covered the top of the worn oak wood of your dresser, with a large gold bowl sat in the center of it. You aligned the ingredients for the spell along your dresser, and sighed as you looked over everything again.

You needed everything to be perfect. This spell had to work.

You shook out your limbs before you started, washing out the nerves and anxiety that were building in your body. With a final deep breath, you grabbed the first ingredients for the spell. “Okay,” you mumbled to yourself as you raised them above the bowl.

As you poured, you began chanting. You knew this spell by heart having studied it so many times, but you still checked your spell book periodically, just in case.

When you finished the spell, your heart shattered into pieces as you looked at your arms. The mark wasn’t there.

Then you heard Dean. “Dammit Sammy! What did you do?”

And then you felt it.

Searing, mind-numbing pain ebbed along your right forearm. All you could do was scream, trying to cope with the torment. You crumpled to the floor, bringing the gold bowl and ingredients down with you.

Staring at your arm, you watched the mark scorch your skin, as the pain ebbed. You heard the boys rush down the hall and bust through your door. You could only imagine how bad the scene in front of them looked. The red cloth hanging off your dresser, ingredients strewn across your room and surrounding you as your gold bowl lay upturned on the floor, and you, a crumpled mess on the floor with the Mark of Cain on your arm.

Sam slid towards you, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

All you could do was nod. You were in shock. Shock that the spell actually worked and shocked at the change you felt in yourself.

The Mark was powering you in ways you didn’t imagine. You could feel the desire to kill pulsing through your veins, fighting against the light within your soul.

Looking up towards Dean, your stomach sank. The pure, unadulterated fury that was engraved within Dean’s features and stance scared you. You knew he was going to be upset with this, but you didn't expect to see him vibrating with rage above you. “Y/N,” he barked, “What did you do?”

Tears forming in your lower lids you took a deep breath, letting your courage build so your voice didn’t waver. “I took the Mark, Dean.” You looked towards Sam, “Sam deserved his brother back.”

Dean clenched his fists, “But for the cost of you? You’re just as important to us.”

You stood on shaky legs, shoving a pointed finger in Dean’s face, “Don’t start, Dean. ‘Cause you and I, and even Sam, all know that you two will always be more important to each other than anyone else. You’ve proven that way too many times.” You walked away from the stunned Winchesters towards the mirror on the opposite side of the room. The Mark seemed to glow slightly against your skin. Running your hand over it softly, you spoke through gritted teeth, “It’s done. I’m not reversing it.” Dean began to argue, ready to take the Mark back when you snarled, “Leave. Now.”

You could see Sam drag Dean out of your room in the mirror, definitely not over what just happened. Standing in the mirror, you watched how your body reacted to the Mark. You could almost see it’s influence flowing through your body, strengthening your muscles, changing the chemistry of your brain.

You couldn’t let the Mark take over like it had Dean. You had magic on your side. You could live with the Mark peacefully, you were sure of it.

Breaking from your mirrored trance, you walked over to your spell book. There had to be a spell to suppress this, and if there wasn’t, you were going to make one.

----

Sam watched his brother as he threw a pot across the kitchen. Dean stalked towards the fridge, ripped the door open and grabbed a beer. He shook his head in annoyance as he downed his beer.

Sam sighed, “Dean, look.”

Dean shot a look, silencing Sam as his lips broke away from the brown glass of the beer bottle. “No, Sammy. This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t so dead set of curing me of the Mark.”

Sam started to see red, knowing this wasn’t his fault. “I didn’t tell her to do this, Dean. She’s a big girl, she decided to do this herself.” He huffed, trying not to say something he wouldn’t mean to his brother, “It wouldn’t have mattered if I was looking for a cure or not. She saw what the Mark was doing to you Dean. You were losing yourself.” Sam sighed, looking towards the floor, “We were losing you.”

Dean just stared past Sam, sipping on his beer. They sat in silence for awhile, Dean startling Sam when he spoke again, “I want in looking for a cure now.” He set his beer down, walking towards the doorway of the kitchen, “We aren’t losing her to that thing.”

Sam nodded, fully agreeing with his brother as they both walked towards the library continuing their research for the cure.  

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Chuck’s Plan (Part Four)

Description: You were brought back for a reason. Save Dean, help the Winchesters. The way you were brought back was something no one ever thought would happen.

POV: Female Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester,  Reader, Castiel, Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Michael!Dean

Relationships: None (I honestly don’t know if this fic will even have a relationship tbh, it may just be strictly platonic.)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Explicit Language.

Word Count: 1393

A/N: Again, this based off AFTER SEASON 13! If you don’t want spoilers, please don’t read this! I’m pretty excited to see where this series will go, please give feedback!

A/N 2: Holy shit it’s back. Dun, dun, dun, dun. Jokes aside on me abandoning this for awhile, I’m loosely basing this off what is happening in season 14. So, of course, there are spoilers. Don’t come at me about spoilers when I’ve said multiple times there are spoilers.

This is also unbeta’d. All mistakes and how terrible this is is all on me. lol

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

It was weeks before you had a lead on Michael.

Duluth, Minnesota. A pile of bodies with burned out eyes were found. You knew it was a trap. There was no way Michael wouldn’t dispose of bodies that way if he wasn’t trying to lure Sam in.

You rumbled in protest, “I don’t trust this Sam.” You paced around his bedroom as he packed a few things, “Especially since you won’t let me go.”

Sam shoved a shirt into his duffel, exasperated, “Y/N,” he rubbed his hand over his bearded chin, “I know. It probably is, but this is a chance for me to gain some sort of information. See Michael, make sure Dean is at least still in there.”

You plopped onto the edge of his bed with crossed arms, “Michael probably won’t know what I am, like Cas didn’t.” You looked at him with slightly pouted lips, “It could be safe for me to go.”

He chuckled, “No offense to Cas, but Michael is a bit more powerful and a bit smarter. Just because you’re something new, that doesn’t mean he won’t figure out what you are.” He zipped up his duffel and stood in front of you, “It’s safer this way. Please.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine Sammy,” you stood up from the bed and pointed at him, “But, if anything goes a wrong, even slightly, pray to me, call me. I don’t care. Get me there to help.”

He nodded, slight hope glimmering in the blue-green oasis of his eyes, “I will.”

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You watched the taillights of the impala fade down the tunnel from the bunker’s garage. You closed the door with strings of grumbles, upset you were stuck on babysitting duty with Cas.

You wanted to help. You wanted to get Dean back, but Sam wanted to play things safe at first. Which is understandable, it is his brother’s life that’s on the line.

But you had the power to defeat Michael and get Dean back. You just needed another vessel.

As you walked back towards the library you thought over the fight you had with Sam and Cas.

“Nick!” You shot up from the wooden chair you were lounging in as it squeaked in protest, trying to find a way to go with Sam to get Dean back. “We can use Nick as Michael’s vessel.”

Sam barked, “No.” While Cas began to agree with you.

You both turned towards Sam. “Wha-,” you said in unison.

“I-it’s not his fault,” Sam looked down to the floor briefly, “Nick was housing. You know, he deserves a shot at rebuilding his life.”

Cas retorted, “And yet everytime I look at him, all I can see is the supreme agent of evil.” You nodded in agreement.

“Nick deserves a chance.” Sam stared you both down, sending slight shivers down your spine from his intensity, “He was a vessel. He didn’t do what Lucifer did.”

You rolled your eyes, “But, he said yes, fully knowing who he was saying yes to.”

Sam glared at you, “He deserves a chance.”

You turned on your heel and walked towards your bedroom. “Fine, whatever. But, I don’t like this plan. Not one bit,” you called over your shoulder.

You walked past the library, Cas and Jack were talking. You felt bad for Jack. Having the powers that you have now, you couldn’t imagine losing them. Especially to a family member, someone who is supposed to love you.

You stumbled through the bunker, anxiety settling deep within your stomach, creating a large pit inside you. You didn’t like anything that was happening, at all.

You stopped in front of Dean’s bedroom door, sadness pooling in your heart as you looked at the worn door. You opened it hesitantly, almost afraid that Dean could somehow be in there. You smirked as the door swung open, distant memories of Dean yelling at you to knock flitted through your mind.

You walked in slowly, taking in his room, still untouched since he was here weeks ago. Guns nailed to the walls, his neatly made bed, the iPod and headphones thrown onto the comforter, miscellaneous office supplies lined his desk, and a few family photos were propped against the lamp and wall.

You smiled as you picked up the newest photo. It was before Dean had said yes, before you had rescued Mary and the hunters from the other world.

You all were gathered around the map table, the table casting a soft yellow glow on all of your smiling faces. Jack sat at the head of the table, Sam and Cas were sitting on either side of him. Your arms were draped over Jack’s shoulders, protecting, at the time, the most powerful person in the room. Dean stood beside you, behind his brother.

You rubbed your fingers over the new, glossy photo as you reminisced from that day.

“C’mon Dean!” You shouted, giggling at the eldest Winchester’s incapabilities with technology. You looked over towards Sam, a smile was spread wide across his face. You had been giving Dean shit for the last 10 minutes about how long it was taking him to set up a timed photo on his phone. No one had the motivation to help him though, it was amusing to watch him figure it out himself.

Dean grumbled, something about how the ‘technology inclined people should be doing this.’ You giggled when Dean erupted with joy, “Aye! I got it!” He set his phone down on the makeshift tripod you all had made. He snuck a peak behind him towards you all, “Everyone ready?”

Everyone chuckled as you piped up, “We’ve been ready for 10 minutes Winchester.”

He shot you a dirty look before he hit the camera button. He darted around the table, sliding into place behind his brother as you all smiled for the photo.

When the picture was taken, you skipped towards Dean’s phone, taking a peak of the photo. You giggled as Dean came and looked over your shoulder. “Team Free Will 2.0,” he mused.

You handed him his phone as he continued to look at the picture, “Team Free Will 2.0.”

Even during that shitty time of trying to find and rescue Mary, trying to figure out what you would do with Lucifer, you all looked so happy. At ease from being together and being able to let go, for that one second.

“I wonder when he printed this out,” you mused to yourself. You flipped the photo over, noticing Dean’s signature handwriting on the back. Team Free Will 2.0, Family. 2017. You placed the picture back into its original spot with a sad smile as you continued to wander around his room.

You sat on his bed and slid up the brown cotton to sit against the headboard as you grabbed for his iPod and headphones. You slid the ear pieces over your ears and hit play. Led Zeppelin’s, Dazed and Confused started playing. You smiled at your shared love for classic rock as you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the wall.

You didn’t know how much time passed, you were so immersed in the music, trying to connect with Dean when Sam’s voice flooded your thoughts, “Y/N. I need you. Quick.”

Your eyes shot open as you ripped the headphones off and threw them onto the bed. Signaling in on Sam’s location, you unfurled your wings and got to the abandoned church in no time. Mary and Bobby were standing in your way as you could hear Sam murmuring something, “Guys.” Mary and Bobby turned around, “What’s go-.”

You stopped mid sentence, eyes wide as you looked at Sam knelt by Dean. Dean looked weak, supporting himself against an old, worn beam in the abandoned church. Tears welled in your eyes, “Dean?”

His reaction, the same as yours as a tear escaped his lower lid. “Y/N?” He choked out.

You ran towards him and kneeled, wiping the tear from his face, “It’s me Dean.” You looked towards Sam, beaming, “It’s really him.” You focused back towards Dean, his olive eyes pooling with tears as they watched you closely, almost like you would disappear. “Michael is gone.”

Dean shook his head, “I-I don’t know why he left…”

You smiled, “We’ll figure it out Dean. In the meantime, let’s get you home.”

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