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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!

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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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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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Milestones (Part One)

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.

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

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader, Hostess, Waitress

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy af. Jensen and Reader are cute, shy beans. 

Word Count: 1451

A/N: Okay, so this series is for @dean-winchesters-bacon. She won first place in one of my challenges 100 year ago and I’ve just been a big POS and haven’t worked on it until now. I’m excited to see what y’all think! Also, huge shoutout to @justawaywardwinchester for betaing and helping me write this! 

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You sat in your car, blasting the air conditioning as you tried to combat the nervous sweat that pooled in your armpits. You unlocked your phone and opened up Bumble, nervously tapping to your messages. He hadn’t messaged you, cancelling the date. Yet.

You rummaged through your purse for deodorant. You cursed at your nerves as you applied another thick layer. You threw it back in your purse as your phone chimed. You looked at your lock screen. Bumble: Jensen sent you a new message.

You tapped on the notification with butterflies in your stomach and unlocked your phone. Your messages seemed to take an eternity to load as you awaited the usual ‘Sorry, something came up’ message you’ve received so many times before.

You beamed as you read his message. I’m here and got us a table in the back.

You let out a long breath to calm your nerves before you turned your car off. You grabbed your purse and strode towards the restaurant with a newfound confidence. The hostess opened the door for you as she chirped, “Welcome to Sorge’s! How many seats will you need for tonight?”

You shyly smiled, “I’m actually meeting someone who’s already here.” You paused to clear your throat as your nerves tried bubbling up again, “His name is Jensen. Jensen Ackles.”

The hostess’ eyes went wide as she plastered a fake smile on her face, “Okay! Let me take you to him.”

You nodded as you gripped your purse strap tighter and followed her through the restaurant. Your jaw dropped as the waitress walked through a separate room in the back. You expected to be shoved in a back corner of the restaurant, not a separate room with a couple tables.

Jensen looked up from his phone when he heard the door open, shoving it in his suit jacket pocket as he stood with a smile. The hostess excused herself as Jensen walked towards you with open arms, “Y/N!” He enveloped you with his long, muscular arms, “You look amazing.”

You giggled as he pulled away and smoothed down your dress. “Thank you.” You looked him over: white tennis shoes, dark washed jeans, gray polo and a black suit jacket. “You look,” you trailed off as you eyed him once more, “more than amazing.”

He chuckled as he ushered you to sit down, “There’s no way I look better than you.” He pulled out your chair and pushed it in as you sat. He sat across from you and leaned forward, inching himself closer to you, “How has your day been?”

As you got lost in the emerald of his eyes, you thought ‘better now.’ But Jensen’s laugh made you realize you had said it aloud, causing you to blush brightly with humiliation.

“Well, I’m glad. Mine got better as I saw you walk through that door.” Your blush became deeper from his adulation, causing you to giggle. He rested his chin on a hand as he watched you with a large smile, “I like your laugh. It’s cute.”

You put your hands over your face, trying to hide the crimson that now adorned your cheeks. Jensen snickered at your reaction as a waitress walked into the room.

“Can I get you guys some drinks?”

You smiled towards her, “Can I get water with lemon?”

She nodded as she scribbled onto her notepad, “Of course!” She turned towards Jensen, “And you Mr. Ackles?”

“I’ll actually have the same.” The waitress nodded as she turned on her heel and walked out of the small dining room.

“So, tell me something that's not on your profile” Jensen asked, looking at you quizzically.

You were once again lost in his insanely green eyes and almost didn't hear him. You snapped back to reality and cleared your throat, “Hmm, what?”

Jensen grinned, “Tell me something about yourself. Something that’s not online.”

You blushed, yet again, as you tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh, sorry.” You paused briefly, trying to come up with some unknown factoid of yourself. “Well, I'm kind of a singer,” you said slowly. It sounded so absurd saying it out loud. Telling Jensen Ackles that you sang was like telling Joe Montana you play football. You felt like such an amateur.

Jensen lit up, “Oh really? What's your favorite genre to sing?”

You were almost surprised he was actually interested. You figured he would laugh it off like you were another crazed fan, but you also forgot who you were talking to for a second. Jensen  would never be the type to demean someone, he's only ever supported others, especially those in the Supernatural Family.

“I sing a little bit of everything, but mostly blues and rock. Tennessee Whiskey is one of my all time favorites.” His tongue was peeking out between his teeth as his eyes lit up at your answer.

“Tennessee Whiskey, huh? I’ve sung that a couple times with Louden Swain. It’s one of my favorites.” He paused as the waitress came in with your drinks and took your orders. “Um,” he took a sip of water and wiped at his mouth quickly, “my all time favorite song to sing though is Simple Man.”

You smiled and looked down at your water. “I'm sorry but I have to gush…” You looked back up at him, afraid to annoy him. He was still smiling at you, so you continued. “Your cover of The Weight you all did on Jason's album was incredible”. Deep rose once again flooded your cheeks as you went back to staring at your water. You weren't sure if you crossed the line, seeming more like a fan looking for five minutes of fame than someone on a date looking for a meaningful relationship.

He gently placed his hand on your wrist, breaking your attention for your water and back on him. “I’m glad you liked that.” He chuckled as his thumb ran over your skin lightly, sending electricity through you. “You know, you don’t have to hide the fact that you’re a fan. I knew that already and it hasn't deterred me yet.”

You bit your lip, “I just don’t want to cross a line or anything.”

Jensen shook his head. “You aren’t crossing a line. We’re two people, on a date, looking for forever. It’s just,” he shrugged, “one of us happens to be famous,” he smirked.  

You gave him a warm smile and relief rushed through you.

The rest of the night, you and Jensen talked about everything under the sun. In the short period of time you had been with him, you felt more comfortable with him than people you’d known for years.

As the date winded to a close, Jensen walked you out to your car. He cleared his throat as you opened your driver’s side door and threw your purse into your passenger seat. “So,” you turned towards him, his hands rested in his jean pockets as he rocked back and forth slightly, “I had a great time tonight.” He looked down at his feet, “I was wondering if I could get your number though, to set up another date.”

You giggled and walked towards him, “Now you’re the nervous one?” Jensen looked up towards you with an apologetic smile. You held out your hand, causing Jensen to shoot you a confused look. “You can’t text me to set up another date if you don’t have my number.”

“Oh!” He fished his phone out of his suit jacket and handed it to you.

You smiled ear to ear as you typed your name and number into his contacts. You handed his phone back to him, “There.” You turned towards your car and grabbed your purse to fish out your phone, “You can text me right now so you know I didn’t give you the wrong number.”

For the first time during the night, Jensen was blushing as he tapped on his phone screen. Your phone chimed as Jensen put his back in his suit jacket. You opened your texts to a new message from a new number. Hey, it’s Jensen.

You smirked as you saved his number in your phone and then texted him back. Jensen who?

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and frowned at the message as you burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, I had to.” You wiped at a small tear that escaped from laughing, “But it’s me Jensen. I look forward to another date.”

He beamed as he wrapped you in the second embrace of the night, “That wasn’t funny you know.” He kissed the top of your head and stepped back, “But I look forward to another date as well.”

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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

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“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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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.

---

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.

---

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:

(Full Masterlist)

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.”

---

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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Swimming Partner

Description: Your life was spent in the water before you began hunting with the Winchester’s. After joining the hunting life, all your regime’s from before were thrown out the window, causing some weight gain and self-conscious thoughts. Dean quickly squashed those thoughts, making you feel more comfortable in your skin. 

POV: Female Reader

Characters: PlusSized!Reader , Dean Winchester

Relationship: PlusSized!Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: FLUFF. Also, I can’t remember if there is any explicit language, so this is a warning for if there is, unnecessary if there isn’t. 

Word Count: 2380

A/N: This is for the Anon that asked for a Plus Sized!Reader x Dean fic where the reader was a competitive swimmer before she started hunting with Sam and Dean and gaining weight. The reader was self-conscious to have Dean see her in a swimsuit, having Dean clear those thoughts from her head and making her feel comfortable. I hope this is everything you hoped for! I was going to try and do some smut with this, but it just didn’t feel right to me? 

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Water. It’s your best friend.

The pool has and always will be your number one place to go. Swimming helps you relax, it helps you think, it helps you in ways some people can’t. This all probably stems from your competitive swimming days, before this life. You used to spend hours on end in the water, getting better times, perfecting techniques and more. Most people probably would hate the water after all of the training you’ve been through, but it was your escape.

Now, you’re lucky if a little motel you’re holed up in with the Winchesters has a pool.

It always makes your heart skip a beat and you get excited when you see a pool, no matter the size, at a motel you pull into. The brother’s always laugh at your reaction, every time. You just brush it off. If they had an escape like this, they would understand.

Thankfully, with being a hunter, work always runs late. You always get the pool to yourself to do laps, time yourself to see if you can still keep up with your old self, and you didn’t have to walk around half naked in front of people.

Since joining the Winchester’s and the hunting life, your old exercise and diet regime flew out the window. Yeah, hunting is definitely exercise between chasing, fighting, and killing the supernatural, but it also leaves little room for a healthy diet. A lot of your time is spent sitting in the impala, grabbing any food that you can whether its microwaveable from a gas station or burgers from a burger joint, causing you to gain some weight.

It was a noticeable gain, but the Winchester’s never said anything. They valued you on your intelligence and ability to kick some supernatural ass, not on how you looked.

After a long hunt with Dean, you are happy to see a pool at the motel you both are pulling into. Sam is off with their mom, Mary, helping her with a coven of witches while you and Dean are off to do a salt and burn. A milk run for both of you by now.

You try to contain your excitement while Dean gets a room. You slightly bounce in the seat, already imagining the cool water encasing you, erasing your worries and giving you momentary relief. Dean sinks back into the impala, handing the room key to you and silently drives towards your room. You throw yourself into the room, leaving Dean behind. You want to get changed as quickly as you can.

Your heart sinks while you’re pulling your bathing suit out of your duffle on your bed and Dean softly speaks to you, “You know. I might go swimming with you, Y/N.”

You drop the suit back in your bag, hoping Dean doesn’t notice, “I don’t think I’ll go out and swim this time.”

Dean scoffs behind you, “Y/N, I know you. You want to get in that pool.” You can hear him walk towards you while you’re still staring down at the suit hidden in your bag, “I even went to this hotel for just the pool,” you can feel him close to you, warmth radiating off his body, “for you.”

You turn around, Dean closer to you than you thought, “I just don’t want to tonight,” you shrug your shoulders.

You can tell he isn’t convinced, it’s written all over his face as he speaks, “You’re lying Y/N, let’s go! Go kick my ass in the pool.”

You smile, knowing you definitely would beat him in a race, but your inner demons and thoughts won’t let you. You bite on your lip, “I think I’ll just head to bed Dean.”

You start to walk away from him when he grabs your arm, “Y/N. Stop,” he pulls you around to face him, his bright olive eyes burning into your Y/E/C ones, “Why won’t you swim with me?” You avoid his gaze, causing him to push further, “Y/N. What is it? C’mon, you can tell me.”

You sigh and look towards the oldest Winchester, “I just,” you pause, biting on your lip, “I’m self-conscious about how I look in my swim suit.”

Dean’s face twists with confusion, “Why? There’s nothing wrong with your body.”

You roll your eyes at him and scoff, “Yeah, okay Dean. I don’t think I’m the only one that has seen how much weight I’ve gained since I started hunting with you guys.”

“Y/N,” Dean sighs and runs his hands through his hair, “There’s nothing wrong with your body,” he steps towards you, placing his hands on your hips, causing your breathing to hitch slightly, “You’re beautiful.”

You roll your eyes again, “You’re just saying that.”

Dean groans in frustration before he grabs your suit out of your duffle and pushes it into your chest, “Go put this on. Meet me at the pool in 15 minutes.” He begins to walk towards his duffle before turning back towards you, “If you don’t, I’ll drag you out there,” his eyes trailed over your body, causing heat to rise to your cheeks, “No matter what you’re wearing.”

You nod and walk into the motel bathroom.

10 minutes later you emerge from the motel bathroom, so Dean doesn’t come in and grab you to take you to the pool. He isn’t in the room which allows you breath slightly.

With the pep talk you gave yourself in the bathroom fading, you wrap a towel around yourself and make the short walk to the pool.

Dean is wading in the deep end of the pool, facing away from you, when you approach the pool. You try your hardest to not make noise, so he doesn’t hear you but end up tripping over yourself. Nice job, slick. You sigh when he turns around. You can tell his hunter instincts had taken over in that moment but softened when he saw you, a smile across his face.

“C’mon Y/N,” he says as he gestures with his hand, water droplets falling from his arm. You look him over, what you can see at least. His bronze chest is damp with water drops scattered across it, his hair wet, spiky and starting to fall in his face, and his damn smile. How does he expect you to get into the water with him? He senses your hesitation, “Y/N. Don’t make me come over there and pull you in.”

You sigh and drop the towel that was secured around your chest with your death grip, looking down at your feet as you get into the water, not wanting to see Dean’s reaction.  Once the cool water rolls over your slightly sore muscles from sitting in the impala all day, your worries begin to wash away.

You take a deep breath and dive under the water, pushing off the wall of the pool and quickly swimming over to Dean. The usual relief and peace you feel with swimming washes over you, making you forget about your previous worries. When you break from the water seconds later, Dean stares wide eyed, “Damn Y/N. I didn’t know you swam that fast.”

You laugh, “I used to be faster.”

A playful smile crosses his face, “Wanna race?”

You roll your eyes and smile, “You’re going to lose Winchester.”

He wades over towards you, you both against the wall of the pool, and winks, “We’ll see about that Y/L/N.”

You look over towards him and nod, “On three, okay?”

Dean smiles, “Okay.”

You count, “One, two,” and Dean breaks from the wall, “Cheater!” You quickly dive under water, pushing off the wall and swim towards him. Even with his unethical start, you still caught up to him quickly. At the other end of the pool, you easily turn around and kick off the wall, leaving Dean behind. You cross the last few feet of the pool with ease, stopping at the other side. Slightly breathless, you turn around to see Dean crossing the last few feet of the pool.

You giggle as he breaks the water, gasping, “Told you Winchester.”

Dean looks towards you and playfully snarls. He’s still out of breath and can’t talk yet. You float onto your back, your clothed belly slightly protruding from the water, as you lazily swim out towards the middle of the pool.

You sigh and look at the stars, letting the water roll over your whole body, excluding your face. You jump slightly when two large hands pull your torso up out of the water. You look down at your chest pressed against Dean’s and up towards his face. His olive eyes were soft looking down at you and slightly crinkled from the smile playing on his lips, “See Y/N, you had nothing to worry about.”

You roll your eyes and look off towards the side of the pool, you couldn’t pull away from him with his arms tightly wrapped around your lower back, “Yeah, whatever Winchester.” You can feel the self-consciousness and doubt bubble back up to the surface and the peace from the pool fading.

Dean, seemingly seeing your internal struggle, brings you back to reality, “Y/N, really. You’re beautiful.”

You look up towards Dean, tears forming in your eyes, “Again, you’re just saying that Dean.”

Dean looks up towards the sky and sighs before he looks back down, staring into your eyes as one of his hands leaves your back and cups your face, “No, Y/N. I mean it.” His thumb softly strokes your cheek as his eyes wander down to your lips and back to your eyes, “You really are beautiful.”

You can feel the heat start to rise to your face again at the kind words from Dean, him touching and looking at you the way he was didn’t help either. You look down at his anti-possession tattoo and bite your lip slightly, “Dean,” you begin to protest.

His grip tightens on your back and the hand on your face trails down to your chin, pulling you up to face him, “Y/N. No.” You start to protest when Dean’s lips land softly on yours. At first, you’re slightly shocked. You have always thought that Dean was a good-looking guy, but you never thought he would be into you in anyway besides a hunting partner. You shut off any sort of feelings that weren’t platonic towards him so you didn’t get hurt in the long run. Eventually, you melt into the kiss, relaxing against him and tangling your fingers through his wet hair.

Dean pulls away from the kiss, leaving you both panting as he slowly rubs your cheek with his thumb, “You’re beautiful Y/N. Trust me.”

You look back down towards his tattoo, tracing it with one of your hands, “Thanks Dean.”

He pulls you into his chest, chuckling. He lays his chin on the top of your head and rubs small figure eights along your back, “You’re welcome Y/N,” he pauses and squeezes you softly, “And I mean what I said. You’re beautiful. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

You laugh softly as you pull away from him, “You-“

Dean rolls his eyes and cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours again, rougher than the first time. His hands run up your body and cups your face, deepening the kiss. Instinctively, you hop up slightly in the water, wrapping your legs around his waist and tangling your hands in his hair again.

Both of you lose track of time, just kissing each other when a voice breaks the new intimacy between you two, “Hey! No sex in the pool!”

You both jump away from each other, laughing. You look up towards the motel owner smiling, “Sorry sir.” You swim over to the pool ladder, Dean following behind closely, and get out of the pool. When the motel owner is out of earshot, you both laugh as you walk towards the motel room.

The laughs die down when Dean closes and locks the motel room door.

You both remain quiet as you walk towards your duffle on the bed, “I think I’m going to take a shower, Dean.” You look over to see him hanging his head slightly before looks up to you and nods. Does he regret what just happened? You drop the clothes that were in your hand and you turn towards him, “What’s wrong Dean?”

He looks up towards you and shakes his head, “Nothing Y/N.”

Your eyes narrow as you watch him, “You’re lying Winchester.” You walk towards him, standing in front of him, “What’s wrong?”

Dean’s once olive eyes are now emerald with sadness pooling in the green depths, “Y/N,” he sighs, “I,” he pauses and looks down at the floor, thinking, before looking back up towards you, “I just don’t want you to think what happened in the pool was some sort of pity thing.”

Your brow furrows in confusion, “I wasn’t thinking that, actually.”

Dean closes the short distance between the two of you, smiling, “Good. I meant what I said Y/N,” his hands softly lay on your toweled hips, “You’re beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you,” he pauses and softly kisses your lips again, “especially me.”

A small, “What,” escapes your lips as you look up into his eyes.

A smile plays at his lips, “I like you Y/N. I have for awhile,” he chuckles to himself, “Hell, I’m in love with you.” He cups your cheek with one hand, rubbing soft circles with his thumb, “It hurts me that you don’t see how beautiful and perfect you are.”

You chuckle, “I’m far from perfect Dean.”

He smiles and laughs, “Y/N, I just told you that I love you and you focused on how I described you.”

You lean into his hand and smile, “It’s a bad habit.” You place a hand on his cheek and look into his eyes before leaning in, placing a small kiss on his lips. Hearing him say those three small words to you, make you realize everything you’ve been holding back since you met Dean. Your feelings envelope and overwhelm you, “I love you too Dean.”

Dean wraps his arms around you tightly, hugging you and kissing the top of your head.  

Looks like you have a new swimming partner.

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The Transfer (Part Two)

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: Mention of Readers Past Relationship, Eventual Dean x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst, Spoilers Since This is Based off Season 10 and After.

Word Count: 813

A/N: This was a request from @assassinofmasyaf. Thank you for the request hun! I hope this series ends up being everything you wanted! 

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You seethed, vision red, as you watched the witch walk around her home. Light softly cascaded from the candlelit windows onto the night darkened lawn. She twirled around her front room, multiple jars of different ingredients filled her arms and littered the table.

You slid out of your car, quietly shutting the door just in case. Shaking out your limbs and cracking your knuckles, you heard to low grumble of engine pull up towards the witches house. You grabbed your pistol from the back of your waistband as you squinted towards the 1967 Chevy Impala. Two tall men slid out of the classic car with guns drawn. The shorter of the two motioned towards the tallest as they both continued around to the back of the house.

You rolled your eyes and grumbled, “Fuck,” under your breath. These boys were going to ruin this for you.

You trudged up toward the house, pissed off, but remained quiet. Gun drawn, you softly opened the front door, hoping to God that the hinges wouldn’t creak.

“Well, hello boys,” the witch snickered. You laid against the wall of the entry way as she continued, “Nice to see you Winchester boys, again.”

You scrunched your brows and mouthed, “Again?”

A gruff voice full of anger and disdain barked towards the witch, “You aren’t getting away this time, bitch.”

You smirked before the witch cackled, “You boys.” You could hear her walk around the room, “You always think you can get every monster, save everyone, but that won’t be the case.” She chuckled and sighed, “At least not with me.”

She chanted, causing the men to gasp for breath, choking on some sort of body fluid. Blood most likely.

You stepped away from the wall, placing your gun back into your waistband, and stood in front of the doorway, “Hey!” The witch turned towards you, her decrepit and decaying face more twisted since the last time you saw her, “Remember me sweetcheeks?”

She squinted, “Matthew’s whore.”

You chuckled, “Yeah.” You stepped forward, rubbing your hands together, “You fucked up leaving me alive.”

The witch chuckled, “It’s cute you think you can do something to me.” She turned towards the boys, “It’s cute you all think you can do something to me. But you can’t.”

You laughed, wiping a fake tear from your cheek, “That’s what you think.” You began chanting, the witches body and face twisting in pain, the boys getting their breath back. You smiled, your pure energy, although fueled by rage at the moment, was no match to her darkness.

The thing Matthew stole from her, was her biggest weakness. The Book of Light. A powerful spell book that few people could handle. At the time, you figured you’d either learn, gain the power, and get the witch or die.

Either way, it wouldn’t have been a loss in your book.

The boys watched you, dumbfounded, as you killed the witch. You were full of relief as you watched her crumple under your power, but it was short lived.

Once she was dead, revenge didn’t feel as good as you thought it would have.

You stood over her body, the clearing of a throat breaking you from your silent defeat. You turned around, guns raised towards you as the taller one spoke, “Who are you?”

You sighed, “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You looked towards the witch and back towards the two giants, “Who are you?”

The shorter of the two ignored your question, “Tell me why I shouldn’t put this bullet in your head right now.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh yeah, I’m a big bad witch.” Scoffing, you gestured towards them, “If I wanted to kill you, you would have been dead by now,” looking back towards the witch, “I don’t use my magic on humans.”

The boys looked towards each other, having a silent conversation, before they lowered their guns. The taller one spoke, placing a hand on his chest, “I’m Sam Winchester,” he pointed to the other man by his side, “and this is my brother Dean.”

You nodded, “Nice to meet you guys.” Brows furrowed, you pointed your thumb over your shoulder at the witch, “How’d you guys know this bitch?”

They both chuckled, Dean speaking first, “It’s a long story.”

Sam cleared his throat, “What’s your story with her?”

You giggled, “It’s a long one.” You walked towards the Winchester’s to leave, “One long enough for a drink if you want to come.”

“Y/N!” Snapping fingers ripped you from your thoughts, “Y/N, what’s your idea?”

You bit your lip, “You’re not going to like it Sam.” You sighed, “Dean especially won’t either.”

Sam’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

You ran a hand through your hair, “I can take it.”

Sam looked at you, confused, “What?”

“I can take it. I can take the Mark, Sam.”

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Bricks (Supernatural Fanfiction)

This is a prompt from @jensenyourdeanisshowing ‘s writing prompt challenge for 200 followers! (Congratulations by the way)

Prompt: #18 “How do you politely tell someone you want to hit them in the face with a brick?” “One wishes to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls.”

POV: Reader

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Relationships: Reader x Castiel

Warnings: Explicit Language, Fluff (No smut, if y’all want some I’ll do that in another part)

Word Count: 1631

Y/N = Your name. Y/E/C= Your Eye Color.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this and forming a story with a prompt. It’s short and sweet but, I think it gets the point across for what I wanted to happen. For the challenge, we had to keep smut less detailed just for the sake of everyone, but if y’all want me to dive into that at some point, let me know. I hope y’all enjoy! [Also, here is a masterlist of all of my fanfic’s]

You walk out to the bunker’s library where Sam and Dean are sitting across from each other, talking. You are still in your pajamas from the night before, your hair still a slight mess, and you yawn as you sit down at the table with Sam and Dean.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” Dean smirks and looks over at Sam.

“Shut it Winchester. Last night was a long night.” You rub your hands over your face, trying to wake yourself up more.

“Hey, you’re the one that wanted to drink last night, you knew what you were getting into when you tried to outpace me.” Dean laughs as he sips his coffee, Sam doesn’t speak, he just smiles.

You bite back at him, “I can handle my liquor Ken Doll,” you put emphasis on one nickname he didn’t particularly like, “We also, had just gotten back from a hunt that wasn’t exactly easy.” Dean just continues to sip his coffee and snicker.

It makes you angry when he thinks of you so small and fragile, you’re a hunter like he is, and a badass one at that. You easily kept up pace with Dean last night drinking, the hunt was what made you so tired. You were the target for the vampires nest the three of you hunted last night. 30 vampires for the three of you. Every time you’d slice a vamps head off, two more were on you. You were exhausted from the constant running and fighting when the Winchesters were off fighting a vamp at a time.

It also didn’t help that you’d barely slept for the past week, maybe 10 hours over the last 5 days. A girl needs her sleep.

You sit there fuming when the bunker’s outside door opens. You hear heavy footsteps trudge along the iron walkway and start down the stairs. You see the bottom of a trench coat and your heart flutters, butterflies fly through your stomach. You watch Castiel slowly descend down the stairs, walk through the map room and into the library to join the three of you. “Sam, Dean, Y/N,” Castiel nods his head towards the three of you, “Hello.”

You blush slightly as his cobalt blue eyes meet yours. You remember how you look, ratty pajamas and messy hair, and quickly evade your eyes towards Dean. That is a mistake. A big one. Dean sees your reaction towards Cas and loses it, “No way Y/N!” He sits up straighter in the chair, “You’re blushing towards Cas?”

Anger and frustration flows through your veins, “Dean. Shut. Up.”

Dean throws his head back and lays his hand on his stomach as he laughs, “You totally like Cas!”

Sam speaks up with his hand towards his brother, “Dean. Maybe you should cool it.” You had confided in Sam one drunken night after a Djinn hunt. Dean had been off helping out another hunter in the area tracking werewolves when you let out all of your feelings about Castiel to him. You woke up the next morning regretting it, but you knew Sam wouldn’t use it against you.  

Sam is the only person in the bunker that you can confide in. He never makes fun of you, he just listens, absorbing everything until he can respond. He is nothing like his pain in the ass brother.

Dean continues to laugh, he wipes tears from his face, “Oh c’mon Sammy. It’s cute.” He looks towards you and winks.

Your vision turns red as you stand up from the table and point your finger towards Dean, “Listen here Winchester,” you spit out his last name, “You are wrong. I was embarrassed with how I look,” you point towards yourself, “I look like a mess. Now stop being an asshole.”

You love Dean with all your heart, he is the big brother you never had, but with that means he also picks on you like a brother. It is so frustrating, especially when he points out something that is true.

He just laughs at your failed attempt at lying, “Yeah whatever Y/N.” He looks towards Castiel, “You better watch out Cas,” and winks.

“You know what Dean?” You walk out of the bunkers library back towards the hall towards your bedrooms, when you make it to the doorway you flip him off, “Fuck you.”

You walk back towards your room as you hear the boys fighting. “That was SO not cool Dean. Why did you do that to Y/N?” You smile slightly as you hear Sam sticking up for you.

Castiel’s gruff voice speaks in a firm tone, “It’s not nice to make her angry Dean. You do it on purpose.”

Dean scoffs, “C’mon guys…” He trails off, you can only assume that Castiel and Sam are giving him looks that could kill.

When you walk into your room, you shut the door hard, but didn’t exactly slam it. You flop onto your bed on your back and let out a sigh. “God he’s so fucking annoying.” You rub your hands along your face as you hear a knock at your door. Assuming it is Dean coming to ‘apologize’ you grunt out, “Go away.”

“Y/N? It’s uh, me. Castiel.”

You stand up out of bed quickly and walk towards the door, still frustrated from Dean’s remarks you yank the door open. Cas. Castiel, an Angel of the Lord was standing at your door, his brow furrowed with worry. His cobalt orbs met your Y/E/C ones, “Is-is it okay if I come in?” You nod and step back, letting the Angel into your room.

He walks into your room and stands awkwardly in the middle of it, he can sense your anger still lingering. “How do you politely tell someone you want to hit them in the face with a brick?” You mumble, “Because I want to do that to Dean.”

Cas stands in your room, seemingly deep in thought as his eyes are focused on the wall. His eyes meet yours again, “One wishes to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls.” He takes a step towards you, “But I don’t advise that.”

You can’t help but laugh, causing confusion to cross Castiel’s face. “Oh Cas.” You walk towards him and place your hand on his shoulder, “Your seriousness enlightens me.”

He shifts under your hand, towards you. You brush it off as Castiel just not knowing how to handle the situation. “He does that on purpose Y/N. He likes seeing you mad.”

You sigh and walk back towards your bed, “Yeah I know. It’s annoying that I give into it.”

You sit back on your bed, leaving Castiel in front of you facing away. Castiel turns towards you, “Y/N?”

You look up at him, his cobalt blue eyes staring at you, you gasp quietly at this new-found softness in them, “Yeah Cas?”

He wrings his fingers as he asks, “Wa-Was Dean telling the truth?”

You immediately look down at the floor to try and hide your blushing cheeks, “About what Cas?” You know what he is asking about, but you want to play dumb, hoping he won’t ask.

You see his shadow move while he steps towards you. “About you liking me.”

Still looking at the floor you casually say, “Why does it matter Cas?”

Your bed shifts when new weight is added beside you, “Because I want to know.” God he smells good. With Castiel sitting so close to you, you can smell the soft honey and mint scent of the beautiful angel. He pauses, waiting for you to answer. You don’t answer him and he sighs, “Y/N, look at me.” He places his hand on your chin and turns your face, so you have to look at him. His eyes are soft, curiosity and something you couldn’t quite grasp set deeply into them, “Y/N. Was he telling the truth?”

You sigh and whisper, “Yes Cas.” Your chin is still in his hand, so you can’t move to look at the floor again, you just look off towards the door of your bedroom, so you didn’t have to look into his eyes as he rejected you.

“Y/N,” he whispers softly, coaxing you to look at him again.

Tears start to form in your eyes as you look up towards him, words just falling out of your mouth like word vomit, “Listen Cas. Don’t think anything about it. I like you, but I know you don’t like me and I know this can ruin things but, I don’t want to lose you as a fri-.” His lips crash into yours, cutting you off from your rapid fire talking.

The kiss is short, but passionate. Breathlessly you say, “Cas? Wha-What was that?”

He rubs his thumb along your chin and smiles, “I like you too Y/N.”

“You do?”

His cobalt eyes stare into your Y/E/C ones, “Yes Y/N. I do.”

You smile wide, he likes you back. You softly lean towards the Angel and gently press your lips against his. Honey and mint overwhelmed your senses as his soft lips were against your chapped ones. He breaks the kiss, panting slightly as he looks into your eyes.

You are overwhelmed with happiness. The Angel that you’ve thought about often, fantasizing kissing his plump lips, snuggling against his chest, liked you back. You snuggle into his side as he wraps his arms around you tightly. You groan into his chest, concern rises in Castiel’s voice, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You look up towards him, “Dean is never going to let this go.”

He smiles, “I’ll smite him if he doesn’t.” You giggle at his comment as he kisses the top of your head.

Anything Dean has to say won’t be able to push away your happiness, he won’t get to your head this time.

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Chuck’s Plan (Part 1)

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: Chuck (God), Reader [Mention of Sam Winchester, Castiel, and 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: Explicit Language, Slight Mention of Gore, Small Fluff? 

Word Count: 1195

A/N: So, I randomly thought of this and I can’t tell you how I did lol. This is something that I haven’t seen other fic writers write? But, I may be wrong. This is literally based off after season 13. So, if you aren’t caught up, don’t come for me because there are spoilers. Obviously, the fic will be under the cut so you don’t see spoilers if you don’t want to. This will also, obviously be a series. Enjoy!

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You opened your eyes, a bright white light shining straight down on you, blinding you. You closed and rubbed your eyes, thinking of the last 24 hours. The last thing you remember is getting attacked by a nest of vampires while on a hunt with Sam. They tore at your throat, arms, and legs. You passed out when the blood loss and pain became too much for you to handle.

You were sure that you were dead.

You sat up groggily, opening your eyes and then looking around the room.

This is not the bunker.

Three walls were stark white while the other was all glass. The few pieces of furniture in the room were modern and white with chrome details. You studied the room, thinking of all the possible places you could be. A hospital wouldn’t even be this clean or this nice.

Images from the night before flashed through your mind. How am I even awake? You checked yourself over. An outfit you would usually wear, combat boots, ripped jeans, loose tank top and a leather jacket, was on your body. This wasn’t what you were wearing last night. You ripped a sleeve of the jacket down your arm. You gasped as your hand ran along the smooth, untouched skin.

Cas must have healed me. But there’s no way.

“Hey Y/N.”

You looked up towards the voice, a brow raised as you slid your arm back into your jacket, “Chuck?”

He smiled and chuckled, “Yeah. It’s me.”

You stood up from the bed, eyeing the small man in jeans, converse, an old band tee and a suit jacket, “What the hell Chuck?” You threw your arms up in the air, “Where the hell have you been?” You looked around the room, “And where the hell am I?”

Chuck sighed, “Heaven. You’re in heaven.”

Your eyes widened as you stumbled on your words, “S-so, I-I’m dead?”

Chuck rubbed his beard, “Yes and no.”

You shook your head and furrowed your brows, “Yes and no?”

Chuck stepped closer towards you and placed a hand on your arm, “You were dead. You did die on that hunt with Sam.” He stopped and looked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to say, “I brought you back. But, I didn’t bring you back the way you would think I would have.”

You grabbed Chuck’s free arm, “What do you mean Chuck?”

He sighed, “Yo-You’re an Angel Y/N. An uh, Archangel at that.”

You stepped back from Chuck, mouth agape and shaking your head, “What?”

Chuck put his hands into his jean pockets as he stared down at his converse, “Look Y/N. I know what’s going on down on Earth.” He looked back up, looking into your eyes, “I know a Michael from another universe is here. I know you’ve been in the thick of this with the Winchesters,” he sighed, “and I know who you are as a person,” he paused, “well angel now.” He stepped towards you and tugged at his suit jacket, “I can’t trust my boys to help you guys with this. You are my best bet. I love earth, I love my creation and I don’t want it destroyed, I know that now.”

You scoffed, “Why can’t you just do something about it Chuck?”

He softly smiled, “Remember when Cas said there weren’t many angels left?” You just nodded, and he continued, “I need to make more angels. I need to keep this place running. I’ve been gone for too long.”

You just stared at him with furrowed brows, holy shit he was being serious.

You ran your hands through your hair and paced in front of him, “So, you want me to go down and kick some Michael ass?” You stopped and dropped your arms to your sides, “I don’t want to hurt Dean, Chuck. I can’t,” tears pricked at your eyes as you watched God pace in front of you.

“I know that Y/N. That’s not what I want you to do. At all.” He picked at his lips before he talked, “I made you differently than my sons Y/N. Very differently.” You just watched him, waiting for him to explain further, “You have more powers. You can do more.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “How so?”

He continued pacing in front of you, running his hands through his salt and pepper hair, “Y/N,” he stopped pacing and turned towards you, “You will be able to control Michael. You’ll be able to get him out of Dean, but you need another vessel to do so. It won’t work without another vessel.”

You rested a hand on your chin while your other arm was wrapped around your waist, “Why not?”

Chuck coughed, “Well, this,” he gestured towards you, “is your true visage. You aren’t like other angels who need vessels. You are you.”

He paused, causing confusion to grow in you, “So, then why does that mean I need to have another vessel lying around for Michael to use?”

Chuck coughed softly, “You won’t be able to fight his true visage like you could fight him in a vessel. Plus,” he sighed and looked down at his feet, “I know Michael. If you kicked him out without another vessel to trap him in, he would leave, and eventually come back for Dean.”

You nodded, “Okay Chuck. Makes sense.” You looked down towards the floor pondering over what else you could do, “So,” you looked up and met Chuck’s gaze, “what all can I do then Chuck?”

He smiled, “That, anything my sons can do, like,” he pulled his hands up doing air quotes, “teleportation,” his hands went back down to his sides as he mumbled, “I really hate that term,” he paced slightly again, “healing, traveling to another time,” he gestured his hand saying ‘etc.’, “And you’re immune to all things to contain or harm an angel.” You opened your mouth to question that decision when Chuck through his hand up, “I know that’s a really risky thing to do, but I trust you Y/N. You’ve been with the Winchesters through everything, helping so many people. You won’t betray me like my boys did. I know you won’t.” He stopped pacing and looked at you, “And if you do go rogue, Amara and I are the only things that can stop you,” he chuckled, “And I won’t be afraid to unleash my wrath.”

You chuckled, “I’m glad you trust me Chuck.” You walked towards your kind of father now, and hugged him softly, “I won’t let you down.”

He chuckled as he hugged you back. He stepped back with his hands on your arms, “You better not.” You started to turn away from him when he spoke, “Y/N, you still have all of your memories, but you also have all the knowledge angels need, more actually.” Chuck chuckled and walked away from you, “When needed, you’ll be able to think of the spells you’ll need to capture Michael.” You raised an eyebrow towards him, “Just go Y/N. Trust me. Go find Sam and Cas. They need you.”

You nodded, unfurling your wings and going to Sam and Cas.

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A Knock on the Door

Description: Your new life with Sam was just beginning, newlyweds in your small home town, when a knock on your door changes everything completely. 

POV: Female Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

Relationship: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Fluff? 

Word Count: 916

A/N: Oh boy, yet another Sam fic from me. I’m such a Sam hoe and I need more of him in my life. Thanks @stark-quicksilver for the request hun. This will be a mini-series, so I hope y’all enjoy!

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You were elbow deep in dirty water and bubbles, scrubbing against food that was stuck to the pan you used for dinner that night. “Son of a bitch,” the water sloshed at your vigorous efforts, the food not budging as two strong and muscular arms wrapped around you. You smiled, still focusing on the sink, “Hey Mr. Winchester.”

His face snuggled into the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, “Hey Mrs. Winchester.”

You giggled, dropping the pan and sponge into the water and turned towards your husband.  His hazel eyes focused in on your Y/E/C ones. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him softly, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that Sam.”

He smiled down at you, “I don’t think I will either.”

You got married to Sam 2 weeks ago, a small wedding with a few family and friends around you in your little hometown of Lindsborg, Kansas. You just got back from your honeymoon a couple days ago, still floating on cloud 9 from your marriage. Your relationship hadn’t changed, just the title, and that title brought another spark to it.

You loved Sam with all of your heart, more than you ever thought you could love someone, even in the short amount of time you had really been with him. He showed up in your podunk little town about a year ago. He stumbled into the bakery you owned, seemingly exhausted and wrecked. You had chatted with the kind stranger, giving him some free coffee and pie that he ordered. He looked like he deserved it. He left the bakery and you didn’t think you would see him again.

You were wrong.

Sam came in almost every day, ordering a coffee and whatever baked good special there was that day. You both would talk, at first it would be for the time it took Sam to eat and drink but then he would linger for longer. Minutes turned into hours.

You enjoyed having him around.

It took a couple months of talking at the bakery for him to ask you out on a date. You accepted and you both went to the local Diner and had dinner. It was casual, which you liked. You never liked when guys tried to wine and dine you and impress you, you were a simple gal.

One date turned into two, which turned into 3, and eventually turned into a relationship.

After a couple months of dating, Sam moved in with you. This relationship was moving quickly, but it felt so right. It felt right for both of you. You both didn’t really know why, you didn’t question it though.

You were unpacking the very last box of Sam’s in your bedroom. You flitted around your bedroom humming a song you just made up, putting away Sam’s clothes. You were hanging up the last of Sam’s flannels when you heard him walk up behind you, “Hey Y/N.”

You placed the last hanger on the rod and turned around, gasping. Sam was on one knee in the middle of your now shared bedroom, a small black velvet box open in his hands, a ring with a medium-sized sapphire stone set in the middle of it. You looked at Sam, mouth agape and eyes wide as he was nervously smiling up at you, “Y/N, these last few months have been the best months of my life.” He swallowed hard, sweat forming on his forehead, “I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore. Will you marry me?”

You were still shocked, seconds passed by before you squealed and jumped at Sam, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Yes! Of course!”

You could feel the tension roll off his shoulders, you paused for long enough making him think you were going to say no. He stepped back, pulling the ring out of the box and grabbing your hand to slide the ring on your finger.

You marveled at the sight of the ring, the beautiful stone set alone in the middle of the silver band. It was simple, just the way you liked things. You beamed up at Sam, “I love you.”

Sam wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed the top of your head, “I love you too.”

You both were still standing in the kitchen, your arms now around his waist and your head against his chest. Your eyes were closed as you listened to his heart beat, the beat of his heart now a familiar and calming sound to you, as you breathed in his earthy aroma.

A knock at your door made you jump slightly. You pulled away from Sam, smiling, “I’ll get it babe.” You opened the door to a taller man, not as tall as Sam, with emerald eyes that burned through you. You felt slightly uneasy towards the man, playing with the rings on your hand, “Can I help you?”

He stared down at your hands, eyes widening as he choked out, “I-is Sam here?”

Your brow furrowed, “You’re looking for Sam?”

Sam walked in from the kitchen, “What’s going,” he trailed off and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were wide, his face paled, like he had seen a ghost. You looked up at him, about to ask if he was okay when he choked out, “Dean?”

You looked between the two men, your eyes landing on the stranger outside your house. He smiled wide, “Hey Sammy.”

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Saving Winchester (Part 1)

Description: While waiting for the vampires to come home, Sam and Dean waltz in on your case. They walked into something that they seemingly weren’t prepared for as you saved them from the vampires grasps, impressing both of the boys who don’t know who you are. (Possible Prologue to a Sam x Reader series?)

POV: Female Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

Relationships: None (Unless y’all want more parts. I’ll explain below)

Warnings: Explicit Language, Violence

Word Count: 1626

A/N: So, I’m thinking that I’m going to make this into some sort of series that eventually will be a Sam x Reader series, what do you guys think?

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Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Sitting in your 1968 Ford Mustang you watched the Connor’s house.

You were sure they were the couple you were looking for. The couple draining bodies and haphazardly throwing them throughout the town.  Vampires.

The Connor’s had moved in, based on your interviews with neighbors and others in town, 2 months ago. 2 months ago, bodies began piling up. You were kind of surprised that hunters hadn’t been in the area to take care of them sooner, but then again, hunters were in short supply these days.  

The house was dark. They had left hours before, gripping each other’s arms and laughing as they made it to their brand-new Range Rover SUV. You had grumbled as you watched them drive off, there was nothing like older cars.

You glanced at your phone to check the time, 10:48 PM. You sighed and shifted in your seat. You’ve been sitting in front of the house for so long, your ass was starting to go numb. You swiped through your phone when you heard the low rumbling of a car engine, too low for the Connor’s car. You glanced up to see a beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala, one you’ve heard many stories about, pull up in front of the house. While drooling over the car, you watched Sam and Dean get out and walk to the trunk of the impala. They fumbled around in the trunk for a while, closed it, and walked towards the house with machetes in hand. “Oh hell no.”

You watched them walk around the house and disappear. You were about to get out, go after them, and tell them this was your kill, but the Range Rover came into view. You sank down into your seat as the Connor’s pulled into their house. The female bounced out of the back seat of the car, with an unconscious female over her shoulder. “Well, its definitely them,” you mumbled to yourself.

You waited until the couple walked into their house before you quietly opened your door, grabbing your machete from the passenger seat, and stalked towards the house. You could hear grumbling, fighting, and an occasional ‘Sammy!’ and ‘Dean!’ as you crept up the walkway onto the porch. You listened outside for a while, the commotion had stopped. There were people just talking.

You tested windows along the front side of the house, one slid up easily for you. You smiled slightly at that small victory and climbed through the window, doing your best to keep quiet. You knew the door would bring attention to yourself if you walked through it.

You crept through the still dark house, the voices in the front room growing louder the more you walked. You peeked around the door way of what you were pretty sure was a study and peered into the hallway. Even though it was dark, the moonlight lit up the rooms enough for you to be able to see. On the other side of the hallway, there was a large opening that lead into the living room. You could see the couch over turned, some books flung around the room, and some, what you could only assume was pottery, smashed on the floor.

The vampires were faced away from you, thank god, but their attention was focused Sam and Dean, who they had pinned to the wall. You listened quietly on their conversation now that you could hear it clearly.

“Oh. You Winchesters will be a better meal that that thing,” the female pointed towards a slumped figure a crossed an untouched arm chair, “we brought home tonight.” She had Dean against the wall and brushed her fingers over his throat.

He just scowled up at the female vampire. “Bite me, Bitch,” he spat out.

Her laugh sent shivers down your spine, “Oh sweetie,” she cooed, “We’re just getting started. The biting will come later.” She looked over at her male partner, holding Sam, “Right honey?”

He turned towards her and you could only assume he smiled, you couldn’t really tell though, “I don’t know sweetpea, I was planning on just draining them, here and now.” He turned his attention back towards the hunter in his grasp, “They smell so good.”

You moved out the study, ran across the hall and stood against the opening in the wall as the female laughed again, “Yes, they do. You don’t want to savor that honey?”

The man groaned, trying to decide what to do as his senses were over loaded. You quietly but quickly crept up behind the vampires, “Doesn’t look like you will be feeding tonight sweet cheeks,” you said as you sliced the males head off. His grip loosened, and he fell over on top of Sam.

The female vampire screamed at the loss of her mate, letting go of Dean, her eyes burned into you, “You.”

You faked a confused expression on your face, pointing towards yourself, “Me?” She screamed again, lunging at you, so built up with rage, she missed the first time. You smiled, walking slowly towards her, “Looks like you missed me sweet heart.”

She screamed again, lunging. You didn’t lose the smile on your face as she lunged, and then watched her head roll off her body. Your slice at her head was quick and calculated as she haphazardly attacked you. You turned back around to the hunters and the unconscious girl. Sam and Dean were upright, checking over each other quickly before they turned back towards you. You ignored them, going towards the girl. You rolled her in the chair, so you could see her face, you sighed with relief when you saw she hadn’t been bitten yet.

You could feel the boys watching you as you lightly shook the girl, seeing if she would wake up, “Miss?”

It took a couple shakes, but her eyes slowly fluttered open as she groaned. She sat up a little more in the chair, focusing in on her surroundings, “Where am I? What happened”

You laid your hands on her arms, “You’re in the Connor’s house, the couple that took you tonight?” You could see her eyes widen, “You’re okay though. You’re safe. We stopped them before they could harm you. What’s your name?”

Tears formed in her eyes as she hugged you, “Thank you.” She sighed and sat back in the chair, “They seemed so nice, until they knocked me out. My name is Allison though.”

You just smiled and rubbed her arms reassuringly, “Are you okay Allison? Do you need anything? Need a ride home?”

She shook her head, “A ride home would be great.”

You smiled and patted her shoulder, “I’ll bring you home. Let’s go.”

With one arm wrapped around her, the other clutching your machete, you pushed passed the two hunters and walked the girl out to your car. You threw your machete behind your seat before you helped her into the passenger side of the car. You watched the boys get into the impala as you slid into your driver’s seat. You pulled away from the curb, the impala following behind you closely. You listened to Allison’s directions, getting her home quickly.

You walked into her home with her, making sure she was settled, and giving her your number in case anything happened again. You were just glad you didn’t have to give her the speech that ‘everything you were afraid of as a kid are actually real.’ She hadn’t seen anything involving the vampires and she didn’t realize that you were carrying a machete when you helped her out to your car. Damn she was really out of it.

As you walked out of her house, the boys were leaning against the side of your mustang. You raised your brow and crossed your arms over your chest as you stood in front of them, “Yes?”

Dean cleared his throat, got off your car and stood in front of you, “Who are you?”

You almost gasped when you saw his eyes, those emerald green eyes burned into you. You had heard other female hunters talk about them, but you didn’t think they were telling the truth at how beautiful his eyes were. “Y/F/N.”

“Y/F/N? That’s all you’re going to give me?” He scoffed and rubbed his mouth, “How come we’ve never heard of you?”

You just shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Sam got off your car and walked over to join you, his eyes softer, light green with small flecks of blue throughout them. These boys were going to be the death of you with eyes, and looks, like those. “I’m Sam an-“

You shot your hand up, cutting him off, “I know who you two are. The Winchesters.”

They both looked at you confused, causing a smile to spread across your face. “Wait, you know us?”

You looked at both boys, “Yeah. Who hasn’t? You two started the apocalypse and ended it. If a hunter doesn’t know you, then they literally live under a rock.”

Dean scoffed, “I guess so.” He turned towards his brother and then you, “You have some serious training to cut off a vamps head that quickly while they’re attacking you. Where did you learn to hunt?”

You sighed, “Listen Sam, Dean,” You glanced at both of them, “I’m really tired, I don’t feel like small talk right now.” You walked towards the driver’s side and opened the door.

Sam spoke, “Well, is there at least a way that we can get a hold of you later?”

“Ask Bobby,” you winked and got into your car, starting it, leaving the boys fading in your rear-view mirror with their mouths slightly agape. A smiled crept across your lips and you laughed as you drove back to Bobby’s, assuming the Winchester’s wouldn’t be far behind.

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