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hey again! is it possible for you to write a tamaki amajiki x reader hcs where the reader is low key insecure about her weight and tamaki cuddles her and it’s real soft?? i am in NEED of cuddles at this point. THANK YOU SO MUCH AND YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU DONT WANT TO. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖💖❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Everything About You - Tamaki Amajiki

pairing: Tamaki Amajiki/Fem!Reader

word count: 705

song insp: I Am Yours and You Are Mine - GOT Soundtrack ( don’t judge ya’ll )

fun fact: did you know that if you pinch fat, it doesn’t hurt? so if you’re ever feeling really insecure about yourself and you think you’re fat, pinch what you think is fat. if it hurts, it’s not fat. my friend did this to me a while ago and guess what? a lot of what i have isn’t fat. it’s muscle :)

If there was anyone who understood being insecure, it was Tamaki - he who got anxious anytime anyone even looked at him, or he had to look at anyone. Attention wasn’t Tamaki’s thing, but he appreciated yours and only yours. If only it was the same for you. You were almost even more anxious and self-conscious whenever he looked at you.

You worried he didn’t like the way you looked, how heavy you were, how you weren’t as thin and fit as other heroes. You often would look at magazines and see the women, especially heroes like Uwabami. You wondered, how could you achieve a body like that?

When Tamaki wasn’t around (which was a rarity and was almost always when he was doing hero work), you’d read up on dieting, exercises to tighten your belly or lose belly fat, but no matter what you tried, your body rejected it. You frequently stared at yourself in the mirror, poking the roundness that was your belly and thinking hateful thoughts that eventually snowballed and left you feeling dejected.

You couldn’t help it. Everyone else thought it. You just knew - Tamaki had to think it too. He never said anything, though, but that was probably just to preserve your feelings, right?

“Babe...what’s up?” The voice of Tamaki suddenly cut through your thoughts and you put the magazine down to rest against your plush thighs, continuing to stare down at the photo of the woman who was so impossibly skinny. How had she gotten that way? The photo was captioned, “you can look like this too!” and the words just bore into your brain, echoing like a bad joke.

Tamaki seemed to notice what you were looking at and frowned. He moved to lay beside you on the bed, laying his head on your shoulder, his eyes trailing over the image of the woman. Then, he surprised you by grabbing the magazine from you and tossing it aside.

“Tamaki! I was reading that!” No, you weren’t actually, but you were a bit annoyed with his sudden behavior.

“S-she wasn’t that pretty anyway.” He mumbles, burying his face into your neck. “No one’s p-prettier than you.”

You can feel your face flush redder than a rose, and you try to glance down at him, but his face is hidden by his hair. (Likely because he was blushing as red as you were). Tamaki wasn’t often one to compliment -- he tried, but his anxiety wouldn’t let him. He’d stumble his way through it and then end up burying his face in something, face red as a tomato, much like this moment.

“That’s not true, Tamaki. I’m-” You started, feeling tears brim your eyes.

“Fat?” He asked, pulling his head out of your neck. The word stung, it stung deeper than any word in any language. How could one word hurt so much? It defied all logic. You felt yourself sniffle before tears began to spill down your cheeks. Large hands encompassed your cheeks and kisses littered your face.

“I don’t care. I don’t care if you’re thin, huge, short, tall, white, black, or an alien. I love you, everything about you. And I mean everything.” He says, pushing your hair from your face to stare into your eyes. It’s hard to see through the blur of your tears, but the little that you can see makes your heart swell. There’s an intensity in Tamaki’s eyes that you’ve never seen, that’s only matched by the warmth and love in your heart for him and somehow, it eases the pain of that word. That awful word.

“Everything? Even how I snore?” You ask, sniffling. He smiles, chuckling a little, rubbing his thumb along your chin.

“Yes, especially how you snore. It’s adorable.”

With that, he laid down half on top of you and half against you, burying his face back into your neck and inhaling your sweet scent. It wasn’t long before you were able to regain your composure, but you found yourself feeling tired, especially with him against you and so you opted for a nap.

“Mhm...I love you, Tamaki...” You murmured as you closed your eyes and buried your fingers into his soft hair.

“I love you too.”

[kyber-kisses]

Through A Mothers Eyes (Part 1)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: descriptions of wounds, some blood, a lot of crack. Y/N and Dean both kind of give off a Rufus and Bobby dynamic.

Summary: Mary meets an old friend of the Winchesters and apparently she’s the only one who can see the very obvious feelings the reader and Dean have for each other.

A/N:I know, I know i already am working on two other series, sue me.but inspiration struck. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated!

You were snipping the ends of your sutures when the familiar groan of the bunker door opening brought your head up. It had been so long since you had been back to the bunker. When you had arrived you found the place empty and void of the people closest to you. The wheeze of the door therefore bringing a small smile to your face. You watched as several silhouettes made their way down the steps, the distinct voice of one Dean Winchester standing out from the rest.

“Well look who decided to come home!” You mused, a grin spreading across your face as the Winchester brothers stepped up into the library, the conversation ceasing on their lips at the sight of you.

“Y/N?!”

“Dean?!” You quipped back in mock surprise, dropping the stitch scissors back into the first aid kit.

“What the hell happened?!”

“Well Sam, I was stabbed.”

“I’m sorry- you were stabbed?!” Deans eyes widened, dropping his duffel bag haphazardly onto the floor of the library as he quickly made his way toward you, eyes trained on the massive slash in your torso.

“Good to see you too, Dee.” Normally you would slap him away, but seeing the concern on his face made you stop, the hunter squatting down in front of you as he looked over the wound. It was only then did you see the third person in the room, eyebrows drawing together in immense confusion. “Okay, so maybe this is just from blood loss are the nice cocktail of painkillers I’m on. . . But I think I’m seeing your dead mother.” You spoke cautiously, looking across the room wide eyes at the blonde woman next to Sam.

“Oh right, Mom meet Y/N. Y/N meet Mom.” Dean made a quick introduction, rummaging through your first aid kit before producing a handful of alcohol wipes, ripping open one with his teeth.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” Mary gave you a gentle smile, and underlying expression of concern beneath as she looked at the gash in your side.

“Nice to meet you t- AHH!” Your words being cut off as Dean suddenly pressed the wipe to the cut, earning a light smack on the head from you as he did.

“Ow!”

“Give a girl some warning. My god.”

The hunter mumbled a quick apology as he tenderly tried to wipe the remaining blood away, his eyes focused on the task.

“Where were you guys anyways?” Looking up around the younger Winchester, you reached across the table for your half empty glass of whiskey, taking a sip of the amber liquid.

“Working a case in Omaha. Just a couple of spirits. Nothing to big.” He answered, finally dropping his own bag down on the table in front of you and sliding into one of the vacant seats.

“Where the hell were you though?” Dean popped back up into his feet, snapping the lid of the kit shut as he looked down at you.

“Oh you know, hunting, adding on to my long list of foreign ex lovers- beating the canon all run record-“

“Wait seriously?!”

A light laugh bubbled from your lips as you stood up besides him. “No! But I find it extremely flattering that you believe I have the capability of achieving that.” You patted him on the shoulder.

“Well you drive like you’re constantly in a Fast and Furious movie-“

“Well, I learned from the best.” You shot him a grin before downing the rest of your glass and setting it back on the table, watching as Dean smiled. “. . .Too bad you were busy that day.” Your words earning a chuckle from Sam and an amused smile from Mary as you rounded the older Winchester. . . who was standing there was his jaw hanging slightly open.

“How dare you?”

“How dare I.” Nodding in agreement, you shot him another smirk. “Now, I would love to stay up and chat. . .Especially about how your mother is back from the dead, but I’m running on two hours of sleep, a shot of whiskey and half a granola bar. If I don’t go to bed I might pass out, and that does not make for a good introduction.”

“Oh but I thought you were one for making memorable introductions?” Dean mused, crossing his arms as he turned to watch you go.

“I don’t know about you but I thought my stab wound was pretty memorable.”

You watched Dean roll his eyes as he shooed you down the steps. “Okay, alright go to bed.”

“Aye, aye captain.” Giving one last salute you turned and walked down the steps into the war room.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight, boys. Goodnight, Mary.” Giving one final wave you disappeared down the hall. “It’s nice to meet you, and thank you Dee for the help.”

The moment you were out of earshot Mary leaned over the table. “Alright, who exactly is Y/N?”

A soft smile spread across Sams lips as Dean feel back into the chair you had been previously occupying. “Y/Ns one of our closest friends. . . and Deans best friend.”

“More like a pain in my ass.” Dean joked, filling up your empty glass and claiming it as his own.

Mary raised an eyebrow as she watched her elder son. Best friends? It looked like more than that to her. Especially how Deans face lit up at the sight of you.

“She seems lovely.”

“Oh well that’s one word for her.” Another chuckle left the hunters mouth as he mindlessly swirled the contents of the glass, paying no attention to the look his mother was giving him.

“How long have you known her?”

Sam and Dean both shared a look as they tried to think. They had known you for so long that it was hard to tell exactly when they had met you.

“I think we met her when Sam was around five, maybe? I couldn’t have been more than nine.”

If Mary had had a drink in her mouth she probably would have choked. She had a feeling the boys had known you for long time. . . But not that long. You had been a part of their lives longer than she ever had.

“How exactly did you meet?”

There was silence for a moment as Dean looked down at his hands in embarrassment. “Well-“

“She nailed him in the face with a snowball.” Sam finished casually, receiving a death glare from his brother when Deans head snapped up.

Mary let out a chuckle. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Dad dropped us off at Bobby’s and while we were there a couple of other hunters stopped by. Bobby sent us outside so he could talk to them and this. . . This nine year old girl just came out of freaking nowhere. And bam! Snowball right in the face.”

“. . . Wow.”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded in agreement as he took another sip from your glass. “I mean she apologized right after, but she definitely made it memorable.”

Resting her chin in her hand, Mary watched with a smile as Dean continued to talk about you. Yes, there had to be something more there.

There just had to.

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Pairings: Castiel x Reader

Words: 627 Warnings: Pure fluff! Cas being blushy Request: “hello!! could i get a cas x reader #7 from the valentines prompt list? thank you so much!!”

[ Can I kiss you? ]

His soft blue eyes were following your every movement the entire day. You didn't pay it much attention though. Castiel's behaviour could often be considered unusual and who could blame him? He was an angel after all, and between trying to fulfil his heavenly duties and helping Winchesters, he was left with barely any time to absorb any knowledge about human conduct.

Everything changed once he began to question his faith and the rightfulness of his deeds, straying further from his creator every day. That's also when he seemed to be constantly seeking your company, asking you about things that had little to do with his assigned tasks. Cas loved to observe how you would handle things on your own, gracefully doing everything in your mortal power to help keep this old world together. A spark ignited in his heart, but he couldn't find a way to identify it let alone communicate it properly. He enjoyed his presence, could listen to you for hours on end or even abandon everything just to be with you. Your safety became his top priority and he didn't even try to conceal it.

On that day, Castiel took another step closer and found a new feeling within his soul.

Despite your efforts, those puppy eyes were intriguing and the curiosity took won at last.

"Cas, is there something wrong?" you asked, turning on your heel to look at him and finding out that he, of course, was staring at you as if studying something.

"No," he replied briefly, but his gaze lingered for a moment before dropping to the floor.  

"You can tell me, you know that," you assured him. "Is the world ending again?"

Maybe, he thought, barely aware of how his emotions could change everything around.

"I'd like to ask you about something," he frowned.

"Sure."

Another moment of silence, but you were patient and granted him all the time he needed to gather up the strength or find the right words.

"Can I kiss you?" was his question. The words have fallen out of his mouth so suddenly that it took you off guard. You kept your mouth closed to prevent any foolish remarks from possibly being said out loud before you had the chance to digest it. Naturally, Cas was even more patient than yourself even if he felt himself nervously anticipating your reaction.

You took notice of his stiffness and made up your mind. And because giving him a 'yes or no' answer seemed laughable at the moment, you placed your hand on his cheek and kissed him first. His lips felt soft underneath yours and although shy at first, he quickly picked up the technique to give back the gesture. His hands travelled up and down your back, in a slightly dramatic way, but you didn't mind.

Once you withdrew, you noticed his flushed cheeks and glistening eyes and felt that you must have looked similar.

"Thank you," Castiel cleared his throat and you smirked seeing how he was fixing his tie, all flustered and speechless.

"Is it my turn to ask you something?" the angel replied with a brief nod. "Where did it come from?"

He considered your question for a second and his cheeks became even rosier than minutes ago.

"I saw it on TV. The character seemed to be feeling the same way I do and then proceeded to kiss his love interest."

"Oh," you giggled, "anything else you have learned?"

Castiel smiled back at you. In reality, you didn't care all the much for these other things. Your mind was occupied with something else entirely - Cas hinting at his feelings towards you. But you decided to take things slowly to fully savour all the good things about finding new love.

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Comfort in your arms (Castiel x Reader)

This was requested by @tis-i-the-wayward-idgit

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Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it 😊

Warnings: Detailed smut

Pairings: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 2,842

Today had been horrible, hell these past couple of weeks had been horrible. It started out with a simple salt and burn, except the ghost seemed hell bent on giving you a black eye. Then there was the vamp nest that took almost a week to pinpoint because no one wanted to talk and the vamps kept changing location within the town, the hunt had also left you with an almost broken arm, and a few new deep gashes that would undoubtedly add to your collection of scars. And to top it all off you hadn't been able to see or spend time with your angel in the past two weeks because of business he had to take care of in heaven. 

Sighing when your sore muscles made contact with the warm bath you thought back to when you first met him. You had been fighting alongside the brothers, desperately trying to stop the apocalypse, when he showed up. Dean and Sam hadn't cared for him at first, his hard exterior and since of duty to heaven rubbed the hunters the wrong way, but you had been fascinated as soon as you laid eyes on him.

So much had changed since then, he fought alongside you, fallen from heaven's good graces just because he believed the Winchesters could stop the apocalypse, which they did, and continued to help when he could. It had been after Sam had fallen with Lucifer, Adam, and Michael into hell, and Dean had left to live his life, that something blossomed between the two of you. He would return often, checking up on you as he called it, but he began to stay longer and longer, helping you with hunts, doing things you enjoyed to help you unwind after hunts...Friendship turned to a relationship quickly, and the two of you had never looked back. 

Moving from the tub you slipped on your night clothes and crawled into the motel bed, you had made sure to get one a few doors down just in case either of the boys brought someone back from the bar, one too many times had you been on the other side of a thin wall, and you really didn't want to repeat it. You wished he could have been there, he always helped you relax when hunts became too much...But you also knew that he had things of his own to do, and you never wanted to be the girlfriend that wanted more than she gave. So you settled in for the night and fell asleep…

Until you began to feel a soft brush of lips on your shoulder. Fingertips lightly gliding over your side while the lips moved from your shoulder to the back of your neck. Hot breath ghosting over your skin kindled the fire in your belly that had awoken the moment you were pulled from your sleep. You had no reason to fear, you knew your lover's touch anywhere, and it was greatly welcomed after so long apart.

"I know you're awake y/n" he whispered before turning to kiss the juncture of your neck, sucking a new mark onto the flesh soon after. 

"Mmm what gave me away?" You asked, hand coming back to thread your fingers through black locks. 

"Your heart rate is increasing,” he simply stated, lips still gliding across your skin.

“I wonder why that is” you smiled, rolling over to face him, blue eyes shining even in the dark of the room.

“I missed you” you told him, fingertips dancing along his jaw, a smile gracing his lips at your words.

“And I you” he captured your mouth, lips fitting together like puzzle pieces while he pulled you closer. He wasn't rushing, no, though it had been weeks for both of you, he wanted to savor you, take his time, memorize you all over again. His tongue swept over your bottom lip, and you didn't hesitate to let him in, his taste just as intoxicating as the first time. You could feel his hand sliding under your top, gentle caresses to heated skin, and you slowly began unbuttoning his shirt in return, happy to see he had already taken off his blazer and trench coat before climbing into bed. Just as the last button was undone, his hand came up to gently cup your breast, thumb hardening your nipple with light touches. His mouth left yours, allowing you to take in air, his breaths also coming out in gasps while he slowly lifted your top. You sat up, allowing the material to be tugged from your body before slowly pushing his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, trailing your fingers along heated flesh as he helped you remove the fabric. His mouth left fire in their wake as he moved along the newly exposed flesh, tongue sweeping across your breast before his lips closed around your nipple pulling a groan from you. His hand splayed across your stomach, gently pushing you back onto the bed, mouth following you while his hands ran down your sides, cupping your thighs and spreading your legs, crawling in between them. Mouth moving from one breast to the other, his hand left your thigh to cup your breast, thumb running over the now wet peak, his other began pulling down your sleep shorts. You lifted your hips, helping him remove the article before his lips moved back to yours, stealing a kiss while both his hands played with the hem of your panties.

“Cas” you breathed when his mouth released yours, the whimper leaving your lips even before he started slowly pulling the fabric down your legs.

“Let me worship you” he whispered, kissing back down your body, dragging the fabric off your legs and tossing them to the growing pile of clothing. Your body felt like it was on fire as your angel stared down at you, pure love swirling in the darkened blue orbs. It was funny how just a simple act of slowly removing each other's clothing instead of simply snapping them away could work the both of you up so much. His hands skimmed up your legs as he lowered his body, lips caressing your ankle to your knee, slowly raising up your thigh, hands gently grasping your skin while warm breath puffed across your aching core. He could feel you moving beneath his grasp, your body reacting to him just as it always did, the wetness between your legs tempting him until he couldn't hold back. Two weeks had been nothing for an angel, a blip in time, until he met you, now his body ached to taste you, to feel you, and tonight he would feed both of your hunger. One slow swipe of his tongue had you gasping, two had you panting, and when his lips came up to suck your clit between them, you lost it. Hands threaded through short locks as you tried to pull him closer, the intense electric feeling buzzing through you the only indicator of his grace as it moved along your skin. His moan vibrated against you, drawing a shaky gasp of his name from your throat, a sound that earned a grunt from the angel. His lips released you, instead giving quick flicks with the tip of his tongue which had you writhing in place.

“Cas...Please” you gasped, a plea that earned another slow swipe of his tongue before you felt it enter you. Blue eyes watched you throw your head back as the pleasure began to build, his tongue working inside you, nose brushing your clit while the grasp you held on him tightened. He could tell you were getting close, two weeks had your body on edge and in need of release, release he was more than happy to give, so just as his tongue moved back to your clit, his finger slowly pushed into you. His name spilled from your lips in a loud moan that had him rutting into the bed in search of his own friction, and he groaned at the feeling of your wet heat trying to keep his finger in place. The thought of your velvet walls doing that to something else had him quickly slipping a second finger inside, wanting to prepare you. Curling his fingers in just the way he knew you liked, he smiled against you, mouth moving with your body as it came off of the bed. His name was a chant upon your lips as he pulled you closer and closer to your orgasm, a prayer that started out as a whisper but with one last curl of his fingers, and hard suck to your clit had you screaming your  praises to the angel above you who worked you through your state of euphoria until you descended once more. His mouth and chin glistened with your released when he captured your lips once more, the taste seeming to make the kiss all the more pleasurable, but knowing what would be coming next as you heard him quickly discarding his pants had your body already wanting once again. 

“Cas” you panted, hands coming up to grip his arms while he wrapped your legs around his waist.

“I love you” he breathed against your lips, arms caging your head on either side, you couldn't fight the smile even if you wanted to, not with those blue eyes, so clear and full of love and awe staring down at you.

“I love you too my angel” you replied, words a soft whisper against his skin but it was all he needed to hear. One hand coming down to line himself up before slowly pushing into you, a feeling you hopped you never got used to, because each time it made you feel so full yet so perfect, like he was made for you. He took a moment for you to adjust when his hips were flush against yours, the feeling of you always on the verge of overwhelming for him, he could only think that you were made for him, that was why your bodies fit together perfectly. His hands cradled your head, fingers tangling in (h/c) locks when you told him he could move. Slow drags back and forth fueled soft moans from both of you, you hands coming to rest against his back, eliciting a louder moan from him.

“Cas” you breathed, his eyes were closed while his hips began to move faster causing your hands to move along his back and draw more moans from him.

“Castiel” you spoke again, his full name catching his attention as blue eyes snapped open to meet yours.

“Can I? Please?” You asked, you had only seen them once before, his wings, the very first time you made love. He had said he hadn't meant to, that the feelings had been overwhelming and caused him to lose control momentarily. You knew they were a big deal, and that it was a very intimate thing, which is why you hoped he would show you know again, having been together for this long. He stopped for a moment, seeming to think it over before gently placing a hand over your eyes. Even covered you could make out the bright glow of his grace, the heat emanating from him, before it softened, and he slowly removed his hand. Ebony feathers spread above you both, the tips just touching the walls on either side as he stretched them. They were just as beautiful as the first time you saw them, but unlike the first time you weren't afraid to reach forward, eyes meeting his for a moment to ask permission, and when he gave a small nod you buried your fingers in the silky feathers. The feeling wasn't what you expected, they felt lighter than normal feathers, softer, if you had to guess what feeling a cloud would be like, you would guess this.The effect it had on him though, was instant. As soon as your fingers buried in his wing his hips snapped forward, a low moan raising from his throat while his head rested against your shoulder. A breathy plea of 

"Don't stop" met your ear and you reached up to bury your other hand in his other wing, earning more delicious sounds. 

"I won't stop if you dont" you panted, fingers coming up to stroke the ridge of his right wing, nails lights scratching the skin under the feathers. A loud moan met your ears just as he buried his face in your neck, hands coming down to hold your hips just as his began to pick up speed earning a loud moan from you as well

"Fuuuck...Yes!..Just like that" you moaned, moving back down to bury your fingers back in the soft feathers, giving them a tug after a hard thrust from him. The action causing his hips to slam forward, another shout ripping from his throat, joining the squeal of his name from you. He leaned back, pulling you into his lap harder, your back pushing into the mattress while you reached up to grab at the feathers once more, his wings meeting you halfway before he set a much faster and harder pace. Your whole body would be moving up the bed with each thrust if it wasn't for the fact that he held your hips in a vice like grip bound to leave delicious bruises tomorrow. If this was his reaction to you touching his wings you would have to get him to show them everytime. You could feel the coil in your stomach growing tighter, the heat of his body getting hotter as he drew near to his own finish line. One hand left his wing to rub at your clit, the feeling making you clench around him and earning you a groan of your name. His blue eyes opened, gaze intense as he looked down at where your bodies were connected, watching your love making, but giving a slight growl at your hand. He quickly grabbed it, his rhythm slowing a bit as he placed your now slick fingers back into his wing before leaning forward again

 His own hand came down to rub at your clit while he picked up his rhythm again, lips marking your neck once more, grunts vibrating against your skin. Your hands wandered from his feathers to the ridge and back down to where his wings met the skin of his vessel, the action causing him to still, and for a moment you wondered if that was a spot you shouldn't touch. But when his face came to hover above yours you realized it may have been the opposite. Glowing eyes met yours, and the only warning you got was a passionate kiss before his hips started up again, faster this time, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you broke. The coil was getting tighter, and the noises Cas was making above you was only adding to your arousal. His hand rubbed you faster, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you lose your breath. Hot breath hit your neck as Enochian words tumbled from his lips, yours only able to form one word.

"Close"

"Me too" he groaned back, your hands applying more pressure to his back while you clung to him.

"I..I can't" you told him, eyes rolling back as his rhythm never faltered.

"Then dont" he panted

"Cum for me" the tone in his voice sending a shiver down your body and reminding you that he was once a soldier in charge, not always the sweet oblivious Cas. But in the end it was the look in his eyes that sent you falling fast over the edge and into your own heaven. The look of pure love that showed through even when his eyes were glowing with his grace, he was your angel, yours and only yours. You heard his shout just as you felt the warmth fill you, his hips stilling, pressed flush against yours, head lulled back, and wings stretched. His hand came up to cover your eyes just as a bright light filled the room. Soon though, his eyes met yours once more and you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your lips, and neither could he.

"I love you" you whispered as he leaned down to kiss you again.

"I love you too" he smiled, pulling you onto him while he laid on his back, wings coming out to wrap around you both like a blanket.

"I apologize, for being gone so long...You seem to have had a stressful week."

"Weeks" you laughed, nuzzling into his neck with a sigh.

"But I'm much better now that you're here" you smiled when he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"I will stay as long as I can" he told you, and you knew that he would have to go back, he had duties...But for now you had him, and that was all that mattered.

Hope you all enjoyed it, let me know what you thought

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hiii!! could you write a fluffy bakugo x reader morning after hcs? i read your dabi/hawks/kaminari hcs and i firmly believe bakugo is a cuddly boi. thank you!!! your writing is awesome!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Morning After Hcs

Bakugo Katsuki

it’s always the loud, explosive ones who are the softest okay? NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

i think that Bakugo is also mostly gentle during sex too, unless you ask him to get a little rougher, but that’s a story for another day.

aNYWAYS

the morning after, he’s def just as sweet.

you wake up the next morning, asleep on top of him with his arm around you.

he wasn’t even awake. he was still sleeping. fuck waking up. he was tired and he had no desire to get up.

good luck getting out of his death grip.

the only way you’d be getting up is if you absolutely needed to. so like, eating, going to the bathroom, that sort of thing. other than that, Katsuki will 110% keep you in bed.

basically just spending the whole day in bed together, kissing, touching.

if you wanted to, katsuki would sex you up.

but most likely, he’d just wanna cuddle you, hold you.

would def let you wear his shirt and think you look cute as fuck wearing it.

“you look better in my shirt than I do, damn it”

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hi again!!! thank you so much for writing the morning after hcs with bakugo!! if you don’t mind, can i request another set where the reader doesn’t eat often/forgets to eat and when bakugo finds out he gets really mad and makes sure she eats? thank you again!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

No worries. They were a lot of fun! Thank you so much for your request(s).

Reader Who Forgets to Eat

Bakugo Katsuki

Honestly, he wouldn’t really notice at first. Bakugo is kind-of unintentionally self-centered that way.

But he’d notice after a while when you didn’t eat at lunch with the others and seemed a bit tired. (When you don’t eat consistently, your blood sugar will crash and you’ll feel tired. Fact)

Will ask you about eating, albeit while calling you names.

“Yo, have you eaten, extra?”

“Eat some food or I’m gonna wipe the floor with you, dumbass”

but when he actually started to notice, he’d be kinda upset

upset, both with himself for not noticing you and with you, for not talking to anyone about it

he’d be more consistent about offering you food.

and by offering, I mean he would be like Mushu in Mulan, force-feeding you whether you wanted it or not.

constantly makes you snacks and meals.

brings them to you and if you don’t eat them right away, he will force-feed you.

consider him your personal chef.

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Through A Mothers Eyes (Part 3)

Dean Winchester x Reader

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Warnings: crack, cursing, idiots to lovers trope (that good shit)

Summary: When Mary meets Deans closest and best friend, she cant help but see the chemistry between them. . .but she might be the only one as well.

A/n: Its back! It took me awhile to motivate myself to write the next chapter, but I did it! I hope you enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated! (gif made by rainbow-motors)

If Mary thought living in a bunker with her two sons and you was chaotic. . . She was definitely not prepared at all for what game night meant. Not. One. Bit.

It was like a fucking war zone.

Halfway through Jenga she almost expected you and Dean to slap on some war paint, she had never seen such competitive people before in her life.

And then you brought out Uno.

“Fuckin demolish him Cas!” You yelled, hands planted firmly on the table as you watched the angel and hunter slap down colored cards furiously. You, Sam, and Mary had all lost already, resulting in you being Cas’s new hype man.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“There are no sides in Uno, Dean!”

“Then why the hell are you cheering on Cas?!” Dean slapped down another card. The two were almost running out of cards to play that it hit the point where Sam had to start shuffling the played cards so they could continue. “As your best friend let me just say; I find that insulting.”

“False. Cas is actually my best friend.” You responded bluntly, raising your hand to connect it with the angels in a loud high five.

Dean paused to narrow his eyes in your direction. “. . . Anyways, as your best friend- I’m telling you, you can’t pick sides.”

“Oh and where pray tell did you get that idea from?”

“The best friend rule book.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah, let’s whip that one out and crack it open, I’d love to read it!” You paused, turning to his mother with a soft smile. “I’m so sorry you have to witness this. He’s just a pain in my ass.”

Resting her chin in her hand, Mary returned the smile, still mildly amused at what was playing out in front of her. “I can tell. But I’m pretty sure he’s a pain in everyone’s butt.”

Deans mouth popped open in shock as his lips momentarily failed at trying to form words. “Now you’re taking her side too?!”

“I mean-“ you paused, flicking your hair over your shoulder. “I am fucking amazing. Plus, your mom just knows who the cooler person is out of the two of us-“

“Oh you little-“ dean growled, rolling up his sleeves after slapping his cards down on the table.

“Is this really necessary?” Cas muttered, eyes still on his cards and clearly trying to plan his next move.

“Oh you fuckin know it.”

“Maybe your mom should just adopt me. I could replace you! I am way more fun!” You laughed, backing up as Dean slowly rose from his seat. “Plus, you’re moms way more cool than you.” You joked, eyes lighting up when you looked at Dean and saw him moving towards you. You maneuvered around the table, the two of you moving back and forth as you tried to dodge Dean, trying to keep the table between you.

“You’re such an asshole!”

“You know it baby.” Shooting him a wink you ducked behind Sam's large frame, using him as a shield.

“Oh no- don’t go bringing me into this.” Sam tried, shaking his head as you gripped his shoulders.

“Just hold him off for me will ya?”

“And what do I get in return?”

“. . . the next time its your turn for a supply run, ill do it.”

A pause. “Deal.”

“Sam!”

The younger Winchester shrugged as he held out his arms, stopping Dean from reaching you. “What? Y/Ns more negotiable that you are.”

You let out a cackle before standing on your top toes to press a firm kiss to Sams cheek. “Thanks Samantha!”

You took off down the hallway before Dean could even attempt to move Sam. The younger Winchester continuing to block his brother as he tried to move past him. After a moment Dean gave up, falling back into his seat. “Alright, fine. I admit defeat. . .you can put your arms down..”

“If I do are you gonna go kill her?”

“. . . Maybe.”

“Dean!” Mary hissed, shaking her head at her sons antics.

“What? She’s a pain in the ass!”

Mary only shook her head again. That was until Cas spoke up again. “Am I supposed to say Uno?”

*. *. *. *. *. *.

The rest of the night became much calmer after that, you and Dean were back to your usual shenanigans and held up in the Dean cave watching some old western, Sam had headed off to bed because apparently you and Dean “drain his energy” Or whatever. Cas was for some reason still up cataloging some of the bunkers lore. As for mother Winchester, she found herself seated at the kitchen table, reading a book you had lent her a little over a week ago.

Mary almost didn’t see you walk in at first, with most of the lights still off it was like darkened hallway spit you out. Hands in the pockets of your sweatpants you quietly trudged into the room, pausing at the sight of Mary.

“You liking the book?”

Mary looked up, a small smile gracing her lips at the sight of you. “Yes I am, thank you for lending it to me.”

“No problem. Honestly it was just sitting on my desk collecting dust. I read it and never picked it up again” You admitted with a shrug. Walking past her, you filled your empty glass at the sink before moving back and lowering yourself into the seat across from her. “I’m sorry about earlier. Deans and Is energy can be a little overwhelming at times.”

“You don’t need to apologize. If anything I should be thanking you.” She closed her book, folding her arms over the surface of the table.

“What for?”

Mary let out a sigh. “Even if I haven’t been back for very long, it’s easy to see the effect you have on Dean. He’s happier when you're around, you get him to laugh more than anyone else here.”

“I think you're just seeing his slow decent into insanity.” You chuckled, looking down at your folded hands. “I’m told I have that effect on people.”

“Oh I don’t think that’s true.”

You opened your mouth to answer but stopped when you looked past Mary, eyebrow instantly raising. “What?”

Mary turned in her seat, her eyes finding her oldest son standing in the darkened doorway, your blue blanket wrapped around him. Dean narrowed his eyes at you. “You left me.”

“. . . I’m sorry?”

He stepped down into the kitchen, eyes still glazed over with a slight sleepiness. “It was rude.”

“You were asleep! I didn’t want to wake you up!” You threw your hands in the air, unable to believe the man sinking down into the vacant seat next to you. He yawned, his head falling against your shoulder as he closed his eyes.

“But by your didn’t have to leave me by myself. I woke up and you were gone.”

You rolled your eyes, hand coming up to pat the side of his head. “You poor baby, whatever shall you do now?”

“Mmm haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“Did you really just come in here to fall asleep on me again? Just go to bed Dean.”

“Don’t wanna.” He sighed, wrapping your blanket tighter around him.

“I swear you like a five year old.”

“I am not.”

“You totally are.” You paused. “But seriously Dean, go to bed. I ain’t dragging you down the hallway to your room when you fall asleep on me again.” You gave him another pat before standing up put your now empty glass in the sink, having practically chugged it moments before.

Groaning once more, Dean slowly blinked his eyes open and turned his attention to his mother. “What are you still doing up? I thought you went to bed.”

“Couldn’t sleep, thought I’d stay up and read instead. Y/N lent me a book to read.”

Turning his head to look between you and his mom he shook it in disbelief. “God, I live with a bunch of nerds.”

“Dean you can’t say anything about that. You're like the biggest nerd out of all of us.”

“. . . Shut up. Plus, you're no better. If anything I'm this way because of you.”

“Sure, Jan. You keep telling yourself that.”

Dean paused when he looked back over to his mom, seeing a soft smile on her features. “What?”

“Just the two of you-“

“What about the two of us?” He questioned, sliding the blanket off of his shoulders as he stood up before folding it and handing it back to its rightful owner.

“I just- I think you two would make a cute couple.”

There was a pause as the two of you looked at each other.

“Me? . . .And her?” Dean threw a thumb over his shoulder in your direction.

“Me and Dean?”

Another pause. And then a light laugh was bubbling up from both of your throats- before quickly turning into full bellied laughter. Dean had his hands planted on his knees and your head was thrown back as you grabbed at you gut. The two of you quickly dissolving into fits of hysteria. It went on for a good minute before starting to fizzle out.

Ahaha! Whew-“ Dean chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes as he stood up properly again. “That- that was good.”

“Oh god-“ you bent over, hands still on your sides. “My gut hurts- I haven’t laughed like that in awhile.” You panted.

“Yeah, thank you for that mom.” Dean patted his mother’s shoulder as he passed. “That just made my entire day.”

Once you had mostly regained your composure, you took a deep breath. “Okay, well as much fun as that was- I’m gonna go to bed. Goodnight Mary, Dean.” Giving gone last nod you stepped into the hallway along with Dean, the two of you connecting your palms in a loud high five before walking off in separate directions.

Meanwhile Mary sat silently at the table, the only thing running through her mind being what the fuck just happened?

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Through a Mothers Eyes (Part 2)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Find Part 1 HERE

Warning: more best friend dumbassery, more crack. . . More of Dean and Y/N being oblivious about their feelings for eachother. The usual.

Summary: Mary meets an old friend of the Winchesters and apparently she’s the only one who can see the very obvious feelings the reader and Dean have for each other.

A/n: The chapters for this series are gonna be a little shorter than my normal ones, but I hope you guys enjoy either way! Also, feedback is greatly appreciated!

It didn’t take very long for Mary to see that you were quite the character. You brought a vibrance and liveliness to the bunker in a way she had yet to see before. You also brought out a liveliness in Dean too, one she hadn’t seen in him since he was four years old.

. . . And it had only been three days.

In such a short amount of time she found out so much about you. How you were raised in the life like her sons, how you had stuck with them through everything, along with everything in between. You were eager to learn about her too, holding conversations over coffee or while helping to make dinner. She could easily see why you and Dean were such good friends. . .

She just didn’t understand why there wasn’t something more.

Because it was there. It was there in the way Dean sat up straighter and lit up when you entered the room and it was there when the two of you cracked dumb jokes until you were both falling out of your seats with laughter. She wondered if anyone else saw it too.

It was early Friday morning when she almost stopped dead in her tracks while entering the kitchen, a new scene folding out in front of her that once again made her question why the two of you weren't together.

Sam was seated at the kitchen table, head in his hands and looking three seconds away from a mental breakdown while you and Dean worked at breakfast, singing along terribly to the music coming out of your blue tooth speaker.

An amused expression took over her face as she crossed the kitchen, her arrival yet to be noticed by anyone until she put a reassuring hand on Sams shoulder, the younger Winchester popping his head up instantly.

“Mom!”

“You okay, Sam?.”

Sam tiredly zoned out, looking off at some point in the distance. “They’re on their fourth round of singing Glen Campbell’s Rhinestone Cowboy. Fourth. round.”

A chuckle crawled up the back of her throat as she turned to look over her shoulder once more. It was both amusing and slightly embarrassing to watch as you and Dean danced to the music, singing into your “microphone” spatula. Every once in awhile you would pause to flip a pancake but then you were right back to it.

“With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe

There'll be a load of compromisin'

On the road to my horizon

But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me-“

A moment later you and Dean caught sight of Mary, you shot her a wide smile and wished her good morning alongside Dean.

“You want any pancakes? Y/Ns a master at making them!” Dean raised his voice to make sure he was heard over the music.

“I’d love some, thank you!”

“Blueberries?”

“Sure.”

The older Winchester turned back to help you, pausing when you made a silent communication by raising your hand in the air, a blueberry pinched lightly between your thumb and forefinger. He quickly tilted his head back, catching it in his mouth when you tossed it. A high-five was exchanged and then you were back to your singing. . .and dancing, if anyone could even call it that. It was clear now that the two of you were doing it to annoy Sam, grinning like idiots as you moved to the music, eyes focusing on Sam. Embarrassment was too strong a word. You tipped an imaginary cowboy hat at the younger Winchester.

“Its like living with children.”

“Like a rhinestone cowboy

Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo

Rhinestone cowboy

Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know

And offers comin' over the phone!”

Mary turned back to Sam, the hunter mindlessly looking into the black liquid inside his mug. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yep. I mean, it’s getting pretty annoying . . . And it DOESN'T HELP THAT THEIR DANCING IS TERRIBLE!”

His words were loud enough to get you both to stop in your tracks, head spinning around to glare at him as the music continued to play in the background. You flipped another pancake, eyes still trained on Sam.

“We’re not terrible dancers!”

“Yeah! I mean Y/N is. But I’m great-“

You picked up another blueberry lobbing it at Dean and nailing him in the back of his retreating head as he passed a full plate over to his mother. “Hey!”

“Hey!” You lowered your voice several octaves in attempt mimic Dean, chuckling as you did, even when he glared at you again.

“You’re a delinquent.”

This time you nailed him in the center of the forehead, the blueberry leaving a small dot where it made impact.

“You’re a delinquent-“

The fire in Dean eyes grew as he took a menacing step forward, rolling his sleeve back up.

“I’m gonna-“

“Alright, that’s enough you two. How bout you sit down and eat?” Mary breathed, trying to hide the underlying chuckle in her voice. The two of you may not be children but you certainly acted like it.

You narrowed your eyes at Dean while you gathered up everyone’s coffee while he grabbed the pancakes, the two of you plopping down in silence besides each other.

“Are mornings usually like this?”

“You mean every damn Friday morning?” Sam questioned, stabbing at his pancakes. “Then yes. Yes it is.”

“Are Friday mornings some sort of special occasion or something?” Mary questioned over the lip over her mug, watching the two of you curiously.

“Fridays Y/Ns in charge of breakfast, I only show up because she like my help.” Dean spoke through a mouthful of pancake, quickly earning him a smack on the back of the head from you.

“You insist on helping me, and don’t talk with your mouth full. That’s gross.”

“You’re gross.”

You rolled your eyes, uncapping the can of whipped cream before spraying a generous amount on top of both your pancakes and coffee. “Great comeback there. Really original, Dean.”

“You know what? Sue me.”

Letting out a deep sigh you stabbed your fork into your pancakes. “Mary, you should know that your son is an idiot.”

“Oh, I know. You don’t need to tell me.” She grinned, finding Deans reaction priceless when his jaw dropped open, a second later your were using your freehand to push it shut once more. When you let go you reached for the can of whipped cream again, spraying more onto your plate.

“Y/N, you might want to cool it with the whipped cream-“ Sam began, reminding you that he was still there. You licked the remaining portion off your thumb.

“Nah, makes it easier to do this-“ scooping a portion of it onto your hand you brought your hand back and lightly smacked Dean across the face, a hefty thwap being heard over the music in the background.

Dean froze before slowly looking up from his pancakes and turning to you, face stoic and covered in whipped cream.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

You grinned and took off from the table with a laugh, disappearing down the hallway. Dean attempting to follow only for his socked feet to slide over the linoleum and slow down his attack.

Once she was sure the two of you were out of earshot she turned back to Sam. “Seriously?’

“what?” This time it was Sam's mouth that was full, his eyebrows knotted togther in confusion. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Y/N and Dean.”

“What about Y/N and Dean?”

“Are you sure they aren't together?”

Sam choked on his pancake, quickly reaching for his coffee. “Y/N and Dean? Together? Like together together? No! Hell no!” He cleared his throat with a shake of his head. “What would make you think that?”

She wanted to slap a palm against her forehead. “Are you serious?”

Sam shrugged. “They've been like that for as long as I can remember, doesn't mean anything.”

“You're telling me you cant picture Y/N and Dean as a couple?”

There was a grimace as Sam quickly shook his head. “I don't want to picture that! Y/Ns like an annoying older sister to me, and Dean is my literal, actual brother!”

Mary let out a sigh of defeat as she took another sip of her coffee. Was she the only one with a pair of eyes around here?

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I Alone Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Reader

Series summary: When a simple hunt somehow goes terribly wrong, the reader is left alone to try and put everything back together. . . No matter the cost.

Series warnings: Violence, character death, angst, cursing, some blood, slow burn romance (kinda), friends to lovers, once again: AnGsT.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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Beautiful Loser

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst. (It’s mostly fluff)

Summary: So- Dean may or may not be in love with his best friend. But is he really okay just staying friends?

words: 1,734

A/N: I wrote this for @jawritter​s 500 follower challenge, using Bob Segers Beautiful Loser as my prompt. It took me a few tries but i eventually pulled together this piece. Hope y'all enjoy!

Dean was happy. For the first time in weeks he was totally relaxed and happy. It had become almost like a tradition that every month or so you and him would take a case just the two of you. It was strictly a no Sam event, the younger Winchester honoring your tradition by staying back at the bunker.  He knew how much Dean valued his friendship with you and was always glad to withdrawal from a few hunts every once and awhile.

And that was a whole other thing. Dean and Y/N. Best friends since childhood- at least it was like that until something shifted. . .

Dean didn’t know when it first began. Maybe it was when people began coming up to you and flirting when he was around, or maybe it was when you moved into the bunker. All he knew was that he had somehow, idiotically gone and fallen in love with his best friend. Maybe it was his sudden jealously that clued him in on his feelings, he didn’t know.

And maybe he should have seen it coming. You had been a part of his life for so long that maybe it was just bound to happen? And with all the similarities you had to him, it was almost like you were molded and created by God to be his friend. From your love of extra onions on your cheeseburgers to the way you hummed rock classics when you were deep in thought, you were just. . . everything Dean could have ever wished for. Your dumb jokes could rival his own, and though he would never admit it out loud; you were almost a better hunter than he was.

The whole situation had him thinking back to that conversation Sam had with him a few months back, about if he ever thought about settling down with someone who knew the life. He had tossed the idea aside like it was a candy wrapper- but not before an image of you had popped up in his head. It had only been for a millisecond, but it had happened. After that it was like he wouldn’t let himself forget it. In truth, who better to fall in love with than you?

But he knew he couldn’t have that. It wasn’t in the books for him, plus- he couldn’t have it all. He was a hunter, he took what he could get and was grateful. If that meant staying as your best friend then so be it.

“Dean? DEAN!” you snapped your fingers again, this time successfully pulling the hunter from his thoughts.

“What?”

“You were totally in the zone. I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past two minutes.”

“I was thinking. Sue me.”

The two of you sat perched on the hood of the impala, a quart of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream balanced between you. It was somewhat of a tradition that after a hunt the two of you took the longer route home, bought a carton of ice cream from the nearest gas station and parked Baby out in the middle of nowhere. You would take the worn leather seats of the impala over a sketchy motel mattress any day. Here it was quieter. Here you really just got to be with Dean.

“Thinking about what?” Folding your legs together you passed the container over to the hunter, watching as he picked at the ice cream with the flimsy plastic spoon.

“The time I pushed you into that motel pool.” He lied, opting to feed you a believable answer in hopes of you backing off and taking the bait.

“Hey, if I remember correctly I pulled you in with me before you could get away.” You grinned, tapping him with your spoon. “You looked like a drowned rat.”

“No better than you looked.” his comment earning him a swat on the head before his own smile tugged at his lips as he turned his gaze from the slowly melting ice cream to you. Both your smiles growing as you tried to suppress you laughter right along with Dean. What began as just a hiccup of a laugh quickly gave way to the full bellied laughter as the two of you thought back to the memory. Those were the times he really cherished, when the two of you could simply goof off in peace.

“But seriously-“ your laughter died down, eyes still crinkled as you looked over at him. “What were you thinking about?”

His own laughter slowly puttered out as his eyes went back towards anything other than you. Everything in him wanted to blurt it out. Tell you how he really felt- but he locked it down. No. He was okay with just being friends and beyond that he knew you only saw him as that. just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I’ve been thinking about- what I want.” The words felt heavy on his tongue. He could give you the bare minimum of information, steer you off course.

“Oh? We about to go deep then?” You mused, taking the container of ice cream back and shoving your spoon into it. “Do I need to break out my bottle of very special bourbon?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t be against it.”

And before he could stop you, you were sliding off the hood of his precious Baby and ducking into the open passenger window. He expected for you to simply pop back up with your prized bottle of Wood-ford reserve Kentucky bourbon, but instead you also decided to crank up the radio, Bob Segers voice flowing freely from the open windows of the vehicle.

Rounding the hood once more, you held up the bottle, Deans hand reaching out for it only for you to snatch it back. “Ah, ah, ah. You wanna drink, you gotta pay up.”

The hunter let out a groan, head falling back. He should have known you would pull something like this. This was your way of getting his guard down and really opening him up. And it worked. Every. Single. Time.

“Y/N, no. I don’t wanna.” He whined, trying to ignore the massive grin on your face as you playfully danced towards him to the tune flowing out of the car. “Please don’t make me sing.”

But at this point you were past bargaining with, singing into the bottle like it was a microphone.

“Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?

You realize you just can't have it all.”

It was almost ironic, you standing there singing the lyrics to a song that hit way too close to home. It was like the universe was out to get him- or maybe it was Chuck. And then you were suddenly yanking him forward to dance with you, slinging the arm with the bottle around his shoulder as you moved to the tune of the upbeat song, continuing to belt out the lyrics and earning a warm and amused smile from the Winchester.

“He's your oldest and your best friend

If you need him, he'll be there again

He's always willing to be second best

A perfect lodger, a perfect guest

Beautiful loser, read it on the wall

And realize, you just can't have it all

You can't have it all, you can't have it all

Oh, oh, can't have it all.”

He wasn’t a dancer. But here you were, whirling him around with you and he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. He loved being this close to you and you looked so incredibly happy. It was infectious to the point of which he found himself singing along with you. You were successfully pulling down his walls one by one and weaseling your way further into his heart. As the music faded into its instrumental portion, you slowed down, eyes still bright as you looked at him.

“Can I tell you something, Dean Winchester?” You swallowed, panting on the humid summer air, almost like you were drunk on it. “If you want something, reach out and grab it. Don’t let anything slow you down.”

It was like he buffered. His steps faltered and his eyebrows knitted together momentarily before he gave you another soft smile. “What if I can’t? What if it’s out of my reach?”

“You don’t know until you try. Maybe if you told me what it is you want I can help you reach out for it. You deserve everything good in this life.-“

but you never got the chance to finish before Dean had two calloused hands on your face and was pulling your lips to his. And just like that it was like every synapses in your brain shorted out. It took a second before you were kissing him back, wrapping your arms around him despite your shock. You did tell him to reach out and grab what he wanted.

You just never expected that to be you.

“I’m sorry-“ he quickly pulled away, suddenly realizing what he had just done, almost entirely oblivious to the fact that you had had your arms around him. “I shouldn’t have done th-“

“Hey, beautiful loser. Stop apologizing.” You quickly shut him up, because this time it was your turn to reach out a grab what you wanted. Pulling him back to your lips, you successfully made the hunter freeze. And just like the peanut butter ice cream still balanced on the hood, you could practically feel him melting into you. Between the upbeat piano music in the background and the fierceness of the kisses it felt like the two of you had stepped into the happy ending of a movie, your silhouettes dancing against the orange setting sun. When you pulled away, you were met with a gaze that made your bones feel like jello, the older Winchester looking at you as if you were some miracle sent from the heavens.

“You told me if I wanted something, I should reach out a grab it.”

“So I did. And I did exactly the same.”

“So you did.” And then he was snaking his arm around you, pulling you in, and pressing his lips against yours once more. He never would have believed you felt the same before this moment,and  as he stood there, gazing at you and the almost golden trim the setting sun had given you he realized something else: That just maybe, he could have it all.

The End.

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I, Alone (Part 3)

Dean Winchester x Reader

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Warnings: cursing, spn level gore, all that angst, THERE IS A TIME JUMP

Summary: two years after the reader erased herself from the Winchesters lives, the brothers continue on as normal. . . Until a hunting accident begins messing with Deans head.

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long! I have major writers block and I haven’t felt motivated at all lately. Anyways I hope y’all enjoy and feedback is appreciated! 

The warehouse was almost too silent as Dean and Sam made their way through the massive structure, machetes in hand. After days of searching through almost every abandon building in the town, Dean had a feeling that this had to be the place. The body count for vamp kills in the past week had slowly been rising and they were running out of places to look.

Trying to silent his footfalls besides his brother, the older Winchester peeked around the corner, nodding his head once he knew it was clear. It was only a matter of time until they found the nest. He could feel it in his bones.

“Cmon, where are you, you fanged freaks?”

Almost as if on cue, three hulking figures lunged out of the shadows. The first two gunning for Dean while the third went for Sam.

There was a series of yells and groans as the brothers were tossed back, the strength of the monsters clearly underestimated by both. And before Dean could make his next move he was pinned back against the wall, struggling as he watched Sam fight off his own attacker.

Nothing could ever be easy for them, could it?

“You know- is it just me or did this use to be easier?” Dean huffed, once again attempting to swing at the other advancing vamp as he tried to catch his breath.

“It’s just you.” Sam was able to speak through harsh breathing, successfully wrapping his fingers around the machetes handle once more and severing the head of one of the beasts.

“Are you sure-“ panting, Dean tightened his grip on his own blade, mustering up a burst of strength as he threw the vamp off, separating its head from its shoulders in one clean swipe before it could advance once more. “Because I could have sworn this used to be easier.”

Taking down the second one, the jade eyed hunter momentarily paused, placing his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

“Maybe you could stop talking and help me!

“Right, right. I’m coming. Hold your horses.” Rushing across the cement floor, Dean quickly yanked the vamp off his struggling brother before sending its head rolling across the floor to join the others.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Letting out a sigh, Dean used the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his face, before extending it to help hoist his brother to his feet. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m all good. You?”

Dean opened his mouth to respond but was cut short when another vamp came barreling into him from out of nowhere. He heard Sam let out a shout as his body hit the floor, skidding slightly across the cement surface, only to be stopped by the harsh impact of his skull hitting the opposite wall, the sheer force making his teeth clack together.

Luckily Sam raced forward before the monster could do any more damage and like all the other before it’s head was quickly detached from his body. The machete blade swinging trough the air in a deadly arc as it did so. Once the body hit the ground, Sam was racing forward, knees hitting the pavement harshly as a sudden wave of fear washed over him.

“Dean! You okay?”

The hunter let out a grunt, slowly moving to prop his back against the wall, his bloodied hands nursing his head as waves of pain racked his body, stemming from the point of contact. There was definitely a concussion. No doubt about that.

Slowly pushing himself to his feet, Dean wobbled slightly. The throbbing in his head only increasing as he tried to move. He closed his eyes, hand still planted on his forehead as he winced.

“That. . . Was not fun.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes Sam! I’m fine.” Dean grumbled, squatting down to pick up his machete. “Now can we go? Jobs done.”

As Dean started down the now empty hallway, Sam paused to watch him go, concern still heavy on his features. Even if his brother complained he was gonna make Cas check on him just to be sure. He had hit the wall hard- enough to the point where it had the younger Winchester worrying.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

“I told you! I’m fine!” Swatting are the angels hand, the hunter leaned back in his seat.

“Dean, just let me check. Sam said you hit the wall pretty hard.” Cas sighed. “I can understand his concern.”

Whipping his head around, Dean sent a sharp glare at his brother, saluting him with a middle finger. “You need to stop worrying. I’m fine.”

“C’mon man. Just let him check.”

Dean grumbled under his breath before nodding. “Fine! Fine. work your weird angel mojo.”

Once given the okay, Cas hesitantly leaned forward to place a warm hand against his temple, his eyebrows furrowing on contact. His facial expression immediately caught both brothers attention, Sams face falling into one of concern for what felt like the hundredth time in the last two days.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

Swatting his hand away once more, Dean stared up at the angel. He wasn’t convinced. “What do you mean nothing? Your face ain’t saying nothing.”

“No Dean. What I mean is that I can’t find anything wrong.” Cas paused, looking past Dean to his younger brother. “How hard did you say he hit the wall?”

Sam let out a sigh, arms folding tightly over his chest. “I- I don’t know exactly. But I practically heard it from across the room. It was a cement wall Cas.”

“So I got lucky.” Dean shrugged, popping up from his seat in the library. “Sometimes that happens. Calm down.”

Unfortunately his steps were halted when a hand came down on his shoulder, stopping him from leaving the room. “Dean, if anything you should at least have a concussion.”

“Well, like I said before: I got lucky. Now if you both could stop babying me I would be eternally grateful.” He let out another sigh, raking a hand through his hair. And with that the hunter turned on his heel left the library, leaving two concerned people in his wake.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

It started with little things at first. For the first week Dean did nothing but try and nurse his headaches from his collision with the concrete floor back at the warehouse. Just headaches, nothing unusual about them. Nothing worth mentioning to his brother and Cas at least. But it was around week three that things started to shift. He didn’t catch them at first, the actions small enough to practically fly under is radar. . . almost.

It started last Tuesday when he came back from a supply run with a bag of candy he had no recollection of buying, and then quickly realized he didn’t even like that particular kind. He hesitated for a moment before ultimately deciding to throw it out.  At first it caught him off guard but it only took a few more minutes before he shrugged it off.

Three days later he was doing research for a case in the library and turned to his left to ask a question only to find nobody there, his brother seated across from him, nose buried in a lore book. He stared at the vacant seat for a few seconds before passing over that as well.

Glancing at the lone clock hanging above the table in the kitchen, the older Winchester let out a yawn, trudging across the cold linoleum floors towards the coffee pot. His mind going into autopilot as he poured himself a cup, and then another, extending the second cup as if to pass it to somebody.

Halfway through his action Dean paused, eyebrows drawing together as he looked at his extended arm and the other cup of coffee balanced in it. Nobody else was here and he wasn't one to pour his brother coffee either.

“What the h-“

“Morning.” The sudden voice behind him slightly startling him, sending hot coffee splashing onto his hand.

“Jeez, Sam! A little warning next time.” Dean huffed, setting his own mug down so he could use his sleeve to wipe the dark liquid off.

“Sorry.” The younger Winchester mumbled, stepping down into the kitchen. “Thanks for pouring me coffee though.” Stepping forward he took the spare cup from his still outstretched hand, Dean arm staying in place for another moment as he tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.

“.. . No problem.”

“Dude, you okay?” Sliding into one of the vacant seats at the table, Sam sent his brother a questioned glare from over the lip of the coffee mug, Deans eyes fixated on his now empty hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Just had some serious deja vu.” Quickly shaking his head, Dean tossed the incident to the back of his mind, sliding into his own seat. “Nothing to worry about.”

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Just A Trim

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: blushy!dean because I’m a slut for blushy!dean. deal with it.

Summary: Hair can be a hassle, especially while hunting. The reader decides In a spur of the moment decision to cut it off.

A/n: as someone who has their hair cut short, I kind of get tired of reading fics where the reader is described as having long and flowing hair, so here’s a little twist on the normal. This one goes out to all my short haired readers. (Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Hair.

Why was hair so fucking annoying?

One minute everything is totally fine, and the next? It’s either tangled and knotted, or full of static, and it got dirty so. Damn. Easily.

And then you add the hunter factor to the equation and everything just worsens. It gives the monsters something to pull on, it constantly gets snagged on random things, and to be honest, you had lost count of how many times a monster latched on and took a decent size chunk out of your head.

To put it simply: hair was a fucking nightmare. Having it long was practically a death threat within itself.

You had just gotten back from a hunt with the brothers, muscles sore, eyes droopy, and missing almost an entire lock of hair from your head. Needless to say, the case was not a simple salt and burn.

Falling back into one of the wooden seats in the library, you let out a groan, your head falling back to rest on the back of the chair.

“I quit. Next time you find a case, just leave me behind. I’m tired of getting beaten up by spirits.”

“Oh quit your whining. It wasn’t that bad.” Dean fired back, dropping his duffel on the table and plopping down next to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you the one that got decked by a woman in a Victorian gown? No, I didn’t think so. . . “ you mused, sliding lower in your seat, chin practically touching your chest.

“We told you not to go into the house alone.” Sam butted in, shrugging off his jacket and pulling out his laptop, no doubt already looking for another case.

“Here’s a plan; you two can shut up.” You nodded, heels sliding across the polished floor as you slid further down, fingers flexing against the armrests. You were ready to give up and just slide completely to the floor. The case had completely drained you.

“Aw, poor baby.” Dean cooed, patting the top of your head with a grin, “she’s in a mood.”

“Look what that bitch did-“ you whined, one of your hands going to your head to showcase the lock of hair that was several inches shorter than the rest. “She ripped out some of my hair.”

“I’m not supposed to laugh, right?” The Winchester trying hard to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Giving him another glare, you punched him in the arm, watching him recoil slightly. “It’s not funny!”

“It kinda is. . .”

“Im sorry, are you asking to get hit again?”

Deans silence gave you an answer, and with that you relaxed back into your seat, slightly zoning out, suddenly deep in thought. A minute or two passed before you finally decided to just say: Fuck it.

Fuck long hair and all the problems that came with it.

“That’s it!” Quickly sitting up, you slammed your palms against the tables surface, making both brothers jumps at the sudden sound, Dean almost dropping his beer. Kicking back your chair, you paid no attention to their confused stares as you marched out of the library and down the hallway towards the bathroom.

Once you were out of sight, Dean whipped around to look at his brother, “what the hell was that?”

The younger Winchester only shrugged, raising his eyebrows, “hell if I know. Maybe she finally snapped and is planning your murder.” He joked.

“That’s not funny, Sam.”

“Kinda is. You know you could always just tell her how you feel instead of teasing her like a kindergartner with a crush?”

Deans eyes widened before he sent his brother another glare, “that’s a terrible idea. Never suggest anything like that ever again.”

“Dean-“

“You bring that up again, and one day you’ll wake up tied to one of the trees outside the bunker.” Dean warned, threateningly raising a finger to point at him.

*. *. *. *. *.

Half an hour later, you stepped back out into the hallway, leaving behind a trash can full of hair clippings and flaunting a new look.

Your hair was several inches shorter, the ends just barley hanging past your chin, and tickling your face as you walked down the hallway. Your head already felt so much lighter. You had already run your hands through it several times, the abrupt ends making you smile.

This was the best decision you had made in a long time. Why it took you so long to do, you had no fucking clue.

It was still damp from when you had washed it, but it was already drying. That was another plus, it dried so much quicker.

A wide smile took up your features as you continued down the hall, shaking your head just for the hell of it, and watching the short strands fly.

Fuck long hair. This was so much more fun and easy.

Stepping back up into the library, you carded your hand through your hair once more, seeing that the boys had not budged from their spots. Always working. Why were they always working?

“Hey, you guys find a case yet?”

At the sound of your voice, both brothers looked up, eyes widening in unison, clearly surprised.

“Oh, wow.” Dean breathed, slightly shifting in his seat so he could turn his body towards you.

“What?”

“Your hair- it’s so short.”

“Oh, good to know your not blind.” You mused, giving him a small smile, settling into your seat once more. “What do you think?”

“It looks great, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

Meanwhile, Dean sat speechless besides you, mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words.Your eyebrows knitted together in concern as you watched him. He was never this quiet. Why was he so quite? And why did he have that weird look on his face? The whole thing was worrisome.

“Dean?”

It was like your voice snapped him out of his trance because he quickly blinked, sitting up straighter in his seat, “yeah, it looks- it looks good. Really good. I like it!”

In truth, Dean loved it. He had never seen you with short hair, but now that he had- holy shit. You looked so good with short hair. So good.

“Really? Thanks! I should have done it years ago.” You smiled, going back to run your fingers through your hair, “plus, now I can do this-“ you quickly shook your head again, your short locks flying across your face in a wild frenzy and making you giggle, your nose scrunching up in amusement. You looked like a child just then. So carefree and happy.

Dean absentmindedly reached over once your head had stopped moving, brushing the strands that covered your face back behind your ears. Why was it so soft too? He didn’t think hair could be that soft.

“Oh, by the way, I borrowed your electric razor.” You added casually, successfully making Deans eyebrows draw together.

“WHy?”

Instead of giving him a simple worded answer, you shot him an amused smile, flipping your head forward to reveal the buzzed undercut beneath your short locks.

“Woah!”

“Okay, wasn’t expecting that-“ Dean breathed, “what made you want to do that?” He questioned, letting a calloused hand run along the buzzed section above the base of your neck, the short hairs tickling his palm.

“I was feeling spontaneous.” You sighed, flipping your head back up and shaking your hair around again.

“Sam, Y/Ns hair is now shorter than yours!” Dean exclaimed, whipping around to look at his brother, who only glared at him in response.

“My hair is not that long.”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Sammy.”

“So you really like it?” You questioned again, gaining Deans attention once more.

“Yeah, it looks really good on you.”he smiled, casually moving to run his hand through your hair, clearly surprised when you leaned into his touch with a hum.

“Thanks. I was tired of monsters yanking on it, and it getting in the way.” You explained, shifting in your chair to allow yourself to card your fingers through his hair, “now I understand why guys keep it short. . . Except Sam.” You grinned, the two of you giving the younger Winchester an amused side eye.

Sam rolled his eyes, slamming his laptop shut, “okay, okay. I’m leaving. You two have fun running your hands through each others hair, and denying your obvious feelings for each other. I’ll be in the kitchen.” Sliding out of his seat, he was gone before a proper blush could even creep across either of your faces.

“What?”

Both of your hands freezing in each other hair, completely being caught off guard by Sams words. Peaking through a few stray strand of hair, you looked at Dean, his eyes wide.

“Dean, do you li-“ your words being quickly cut off as he ruffled your hair, successfully putting a curtain of hair between you and him, so he could block the view of the blush creeping across his face.

“Hey!” You let out a light laugh, swatting his hand away, and blowing your hair out of your face, eyes locking with his. He was such a child sometimes.

“What?”

“Do you like me?”

Dean let out a breath of hair, glancing away with a slight shrug, “Pfff n-no.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” You fired back, quickly tangling both your hands in his short hair and tugging him down to your level, firmly locking your lips againt his. There was a momentary pause from the hunter before fingers curled into your short hair, pulling you even closer.

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

The End.

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Calling Out (Part 2)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Find Part 1 HERE

Warnings: description of injuries, near death experience, hospitals. . . angst.

Summary: when a case goes sideways leaving the reader in the hospital, Dean, Sam, and Charlie search desperately for a way to help her. . . But time is running out.

A/n: ok so I know it’s been literal months since I wrote the first part but it was only since yesterday that inspiration finally struck! Hope you enjoy! (also all the medical stuff i just searched so if you actually know your stuff please don’t attack me.)

“Charlie, Sam- please tell me you’ve found something.”

Shoulders slumping Dean let out another sigh, halting his pacing momentarily to look over at the duo seated across the otherwise empty waiting room.

Pacing. He had been doing so much of that lately, especially ever since your monitors went crazy and all of a sudden he, (alongside Sam and Charlie) was being pushed out of your room by several nurses. Dean had tried fighting against them, not wanting to leave you in the hands of strangers. What if you woke up? What if you had no idea where you were? What if something happened and you didn’t- Dean quickly shook his head in an attempt to clear the terrible thoughts from his head. No, you were going to be fine. You were always fine. You were the strongest out of all of them.

But all he could think about was how sudden it had been. You were fine one second and the next? Your heart monitor was going insane and your chest was rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm and he thought he was watching you die. Your eyes still closed, locking you in a monster induced coma.

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt that scared.

It also didn’t help that that had all happens hours ago. Hours. Hours of pacing back and forth, back and forth until he thought his legs might fall off.

“No, sorry Dean. I’ve raked through everything we had on djinns but I can’t find anything.”

The older Winchester let out another groan before turning to the redhead next to his brother. “Charlie?” He tried, a twang of hopefulness in his voice.

“I’m still looking. If I do find something you’ll be the first person I tell.”

Running a slightly shaky hand through his hair, Dean continued his pacing. If he wasn’t careful he might wear tracks in the sandpaper like carpet.

“Dean, do you really want to be talking about the case right now?” Sam questioned, closing the book he had in front of him so he could give his brother his attention. “I mean, Y/N-“

“I literally want to talk about anything that isn’t the possibility of Y/N dying in the other room.” Dean stopped again, his voice ever so slightly cracking as he spoke.

Dean watched as Sam opened his mouth, clearly ready to speak. . But was stopped short when the massive set of doors behind him swung open, the nurse from earlier stepping out into the waiting room, clipboard in hand. It didn’t even take Dean a second before he was spinning around to give her his full attention. His heart sinking lower into his chest at the expression on her face.

“Y/N, is she-“ he couldn’t bring himself to say the word. Afraid that if he muttered it it might come true.

You weren’t dead. You weren’t.

“We’ve done what we could, but she’s stable for now.”

“What happened?” Pushing himself out of his own seat, Sam crossed the waiting room with Charlie close on his heels.

“It’s called a primary spontaneous pneumothorax. It typically happens when there is a rupture of a small air sac on the outside of the lung. This causes air to leak into the cavity around the lung.” The nurse explained, tucking her board under her arm. “ it caused a partial lung collapse but it wasn’t too sever meaning it’s possible for it to heal on its own. As of right now she only needs oxygen and rest.”

Dean was silent as he tried to comprehend what she had said. She made it seem like everything was going to be fine. . . But none of it sounded fine at all. You were still in a magically induced coma and looking like you got run over by a freight train. Now you had a partially collapsed lung to add to it all.

“Ok. . . But how did this happen? I thought she was stable?” He finally spoke, running a hand over his mouth as he tried to wrap his head around it.

“Her fractured rib was the probable cause of it, but we’re keeping a close eye on her still. Don’t you worry.” She smiled.

She fucking smiled.

Dean bit his tongue so he didn’t lash out. Don’t worry? That’s all he had been doing. That all he was going to do until you were safe and fully healed.

“You’re welcome to go back and see her.”

“Is she still-“

“Unconscious? I’m afraid so.” The nurse nodded. “We’re looking for a cause to that as well.”

“Well you’re not gonna find one.” Dean muttered softly under his breath, already turning to head towards the room you had previous been set up in. He had already been separated from you for too long.

It took everything in the hunter not to book it full speed down the mostly empty hallway towards your room, his heart thumping a staccato rhythm in his chest. He had left Charlie and Sam in the dust to collect their laptops and lore books- but he didn’t care. He needed to be near you. Watching over you. Keeping you safe from threats that doctors couldn’t handle.

When he stepped into your room he saw another nurse still at your bedside tapping at things on the monitor while glancing over at you every few seconds or so. Other than that the room was empty.

“She’s doing well all things considered.” The dark haired nurse nodded, looking over her shoulder at Dean momentarily before going back to her task. “You’re wife’s a tough one. She should pull through.”

“Oh she not my-“ he started, pushing down the sudden heat that had invaded his cheeks.

“Well anyway, she’s lucky to have someone who cares so much about her.” Backing away, the nurse gathered her things and walked out the door, passing Sam and Charlie as she did.

As the older Winchester stepped closer to the bed he felt his heart drop all over again. You looked worse than last time. Your skin was several shades paler and your cheeks were getting hollow. It didn’t help that your injuries were taking forever to heal. Sure it had only been a week since this all happened, but you looked so weak, so fragile. And those were words that should never be used to describe you.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?” Unable to tear his eyes from you, Dean only lent his ears to his brother, resuming his spot from before and slipping his hand into yours. Your pulse allowing him to let out a sigh of relief.

“Charlie and I were talking, and we thought we might try the library a few blocks away. See if they have any more lore books we can look through.”

“Yeah, yeah. You kids go have fun.” He muttered , shifting ever so slightly to wipe a strand of hair away from your eyes, being careful not to disturb the oxygen tube. One wrong move and he was afraid you might shattered like china.

“Dean, you need a break too. The nurses will watch over her.” Sam sighed, re-adjusting his belongings in his arms.

“I got one when we were stuck in that waiting room for several hours. I’m fine.”

“Sams right, Dean. You at least need to sleep-“

“Charlie, I said I’m fine.” Letting out another sigh, Dean allowed his elbows to rest on the side of your hospital bed, resting his cheek on the back of your hand. “Call me if you guys find anything.”

Drawing in a breath, Sam gave into defeat before sharing a look with the red-head. Neither of them had ever seen Dean like this and it was just another thing to add to the growing list of concerns.

“Alright, fine. Do you at least want us to pick you up some food?”

“I don’t care.” The words leaving Dean so quietly that they almost didn’t hear it.

Giving you and Dean one last look the two left the room once more, carrying most of the hope with them. Deans was fading. He didn’t want it to but he couldn’t stop it. He was afraid.

“You are not allowed do die on me, you got that?” He swallowed, already feeling a lump form in his throat. “I’ve got some really important things I need to say to you so I’m gonna need you to get better.”

Dean paused once more, contemplating whether or not to say the words bouncing around inside his head. He’d never said them out loud before. Even just thinking about it made his tongue feel like lead. . .But no one was here. No one was listening.

“You know, I didn’t want to fall in love. Not at all. Because this life, you know- you can’t afford getting close. There’s a good chance it will slip away if you do. . . But at some point you smiled, and holy shit, I blew it.” He squeezed your hand gently, praying that you would open your eyes at any second. “Maybe it was just bound it happen. I’ve known you for so long. . . Anyways I’m gonna need you to pull through because I want to say it to your face. I can’t lose you. Not now, not ever.”

Leaning back in his seat, Dean raked his freehand through his hair (a nervous tick he had picked up over the years.) watching you sadly. Sam and Charlie would find something. He knew they would.

“C’mon Y/N, you gotta wake up.”

To Be Continued. . .

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I, Alone (Part 4)

Dean Winchester x Reader

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Warnings: angst, ITS ABOUT THE YEARNING

Summary: as Dean tries to figure out what is missing from his life, the reader is still attempting to run from her past.

A/n: I’m so sorry guys, this should have been finished days ago my writers block is hella bad. Anyways I hope you enjoy and please tell me what you thought!

Two years.

Two years of running from the past. Most people would say you could have stopped running months ago, and they were probably right. . . But once you get used to it it can become addicting. Plus it kept you busy, kept your mind off of Sam. . . And Dean. You kept hunting though of course, you couldn’t give that up no matter how hard you tried. No matter where you ended up there would always be a monster that needed slaying.

Two years.

 Two years since you left the bunker and drove east until you couldn’t anymore. You found an airport, bought a ticket and left the back roads of the good old US of A behind before you could stop yourself.

And where did all that running lead you? To this moment now. The suns rays were almost too bright even with your sunglasses on, but your eyes were trained on the quaint street before you, watching as people went about their daily lives. normal lives.The small outdoor cafe you found yourself nestled at was the closest thing to peace you would probably ever find. It was better than some of the other places you had been. The small town was tucked into the lush countryside of France far from anything evil.

To bad you’d have to leave in a day or so.

That was one of your only rules. Never stay too long. If you did that you’d meet people and the last thing you wanted to do was build connections. (And look how well everything turned out the last time you cared about someone.)

It was almost funny how it had all played out. In the beginning you had been terrified of being alone in the world and now you preferred it. You got to finally get an outside look of how you had been living and you realized that if you let people in they were just harder to let go of. It was easier being by yourself. That much you knew.

“Alright, where to next?” You mumbled, unfolding the worn and fading map out in front of you, taking up most of the small sunlit table.

You had started running two years ago, you couldn’t stop now. Eyes on the horizon, no second glances back.

*. *. *. *. *. *. *.

Something was missing.

Dean could feel it in the very marrow of his bones. As days past and turned into weeks the older Winchester was trying desperately to figure out what was wrong. After his first few incidents he began writing them down, from the random bag of candy to the extra cup of coffee he had poured- it all was written down. Some things happening more than once. It’s as if his mind had shifted into some sort of auto pilot. Yet no matter how hard he stared at the list or went over it out loud, his head would not give him the one thing he was desperately digging for.

Answers.

He tried to piece it together like a puzzle, but for the life of him it was like two things weren’t connecting in his brain. . . Either that or there was some sort of dumb wall in his head that he couldn’t knock down or climb over.

But he knew something was there. It was just. . . Hidden.

“Sam, I’m telling you man- something’s not right.” Dean tried once more, following his brothers heels as they stepped up into the library.

“Cas has checked on you several times these past few weeks, don’t you think he would have told you if he felt something off?”

Dean paused mid stride, watching as Sam sunk down into his seat. “You think I’m crazy don’t you?”

“You want me to be honest?” Sam quirked an eyebrow, looking over the edge of his book. “Yes. Just a little bit.”

With an exasperated sigh Dean let his head fall back, the older Winchester rolling his eyes before he moved over to the chair across from Sam. “So you’re telling me you don’t feel anything. . . Off?”

“For the final time, No!”

“Not like something’s missing? Like something’s should be here but isn’t?”

This time it was Sams turn to sigh, slamming his book shut before tossing it onto the table. His brother had been talking about this for weeks. weeks! And it was beginning to drive him up the wall.

“Dean, you lose shit all the time. You’re always misplacing crap. You need to calm down!”

“Calm down?! Sam, I’m losing my fucking mind over here, I can’t calm down!” Slamming his hands down on the polished wood of the table, Dean quickly stood up, his anger beginning to fizz in his veins.

Quickly fed up with his brothers lack of help the hunter pushed away from the table, making his way back down the hallway. But once more his brain went into auto pilot and before he could register it he had passed his own room, instead halting outside the door of a room that as far as he could remember had been vacant and empty ever since they found the bunker.

The brass numbers were tarnished, and the door itself sensibly shut. It was just another one of the spare bedrooms. Nothing special about it. Hesitantly he ran a calloused hand over the numbers, working his mind to try and find the missing piece. It was like he was trying to follow a trail of breadcrumbs but it kept stopping so he had no choice but to stop as well. Where there should have been memories there was only blank space.

“What the hell?” He grumbled, jaw clenching in anger. He was trying so hard to remember. So hard. Yet nothing was showing up. The exhaustion of it all settling over him like a heavy cloud.

And that’s when he felt the tears running down his face. The hunter moving his hand from the brass numbers to wipe at his face in confusion, eyebrows drawing together as he looked down at his wet palm.

He was crying? Why the hell was he crying?

And then suddenly his knees buckled and he was sliding down the opposite wall, head falling into his hands. He was trying with everything he had to remember but his mind wouldn’t let him and he could feel himself falling apart. Sam wouldn’t listen and that didn’t make him feel any better.

“Dean?”

The sudden voice had Deans head popping up, jade eyes fixating on the trench coated angel walking down the hallway towards him, his own eyes filled with concern.

“Cas?”

“What’s wrong?”

The angel knelt down, eyes filling with more worry at the sight of his friend who’s eyes were red and filled with tears. Dean opened his mouth to speak, flinching only when his voice cracked.

“I’ve lost something very important to me and I don’t know what it is.”

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I, Alone (Part 2)

Dean Winchester x Reader

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Warnings: cursing, more angst- that’s about it.

Summary: after pawning away her life with the Winchesters, the reader has to move quick to gather her belongings before they return home.

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It was a strange feeling going home when you knew no one would be waiting for you. The drive back to the bunker had been a long one, the otherwise empty car doing nothing to help with the ever steady flow of thoughts going through your head. You hated being alone with your thoughts. . . And unfortunately you had a feeling you would be in this type of situation a lot longer than you would have liked.

And now you found yourself standing stoic in front of the bunkers door, white knuckling the car keys in your hand. You were supposed to be moving quick- get in and out as soon as possible before they showed up. Except you were frozen at the threshold, you emotions once again rising.

Why couldn’t anything ever be simple for you?

“Just get in and out as quick as you can.” You mumbled. “No time to stop and reminisce.”

Pocketing the keys you ignored the indents in your palm from squeezing them so hard, instead moving to twist the knob on the door. There was the familiar wheeze of the massive metal door opening and you were greeted with the yellowish lights of the interior space.

The moment your foot went over the threshold your mind switched gears and you were quickly making your way down the metal stairs, making a mental list of everything you needed to grab. You’d tackle your room first and go from there.

Making your way down the empty hallways you couldn’t ignore how quiet it was. Maybe it had always been like this? Or maybe it was just knowing that the boys weren’t around. Either way, it felt foreign and nothing like you were used to.

Pulling out the spare duffel bags from underneath your bed you set to work erasing yourself from the bunker, ticking off items as you went. You stripped the comforter and sheets from your bed and shoved occult books back into their appropriate places in the library. It was only when you were packing up the last few things around your room that you felt hot tears slide down your cheeks.

You didn’t want to leave the people that made you feel loved. As soon as you left the bunker it would really all be behind you. Your entire life uprooted in less than a day. It was all going to be gone and you would end up with no one except yourself again. . . And you hadn’t been by yourself since you were a child. Having parents who were hunters you found yourself having to take care of yourself more often than not. . . But that was so very long ago. Before Sam and Dean ever came into your life.

So now as you stood at the bottom of the stairs, duffel bags laying at your feet, you could feel a wave of childlike fear creep up your spine. You didn’t like being alone- it just brought back memories of when you were a small little thing who still wasn’t fully capable of defending herself, the little girl who was still afraid of the dark and the things it could hide.

You should go. You should just grab your bags and dash up the stairs, leave it all behind-

But your mental checklist of things you needed to grab stopped you and you were rushing back down the hallway in pursuit of one more item that might give yourself away.

The door to room 11 was slightly ajar when you reached it, the lights off inside as you slowly eased the door open. Being careful not to trip over anything you crossed the room on balanced feet before squatting down in front of the nightstand and flicking on the lamp. Ignoring the clutter atop of Deans nightstand you slid open the top door, digging through the contents until you found the small photo album you had gifted him years back. The man had been carrying around a handful of old photographs for most of his life resulting in frayed edges and torn corners, so you thought it was a good idea for a gift. Memories are precious- best to keep them intact was what you had said.

Except now you were taking them away. . . (Not that he would notice.) flipping through the pages you removed all evidence of yourself, pocketing the photographs of you and the brothers, and the few that were just of you and Dean, along with the one rare snapshot of just yourself.

Holding the photograph up to the light, you grimaced. You honestly had no idea why Dean liked this picture of you- and let alone kept it. Your hair was scattered across your face from the wind on the day it had been taken, eyes squeezed shut to block the blinding glare of the sun as you laughed.

You mumbled a soft apology under your breath before folding the photograph and sliding it into your jacket pocket along with the rest. “Sorry, Deano, thems the rules.”

Putting the photo album back in its rightful space you quietly closed the drawer and switched off the lamp, heading back towards the door without so much as a look back. The consequences of looking back were too much to handle. You had learned that earlier when you found yourself crying in that darkened alleyway.

Making your way back down the hallway you forced yourself to keep your eyes ahead, only stopping when you had to bend down to collect your bags from the floor.

This was it. This was goodbye. You ambled your way up the steps and towards the door, but before you could reach out for the handle your head whipped around before you could stop it, taking in one last look at the bunker, wishing it was just a dream. But it wasn’t. It was reality and that was so much worse. This was the day you left home. The day you left everything you loved behind. You loved this home and the people that lived here. It hurt so much in this moment that you could only hope to bury it and deal with the pain later.

As you turned to depart out the open door you can feel a part of your soul imprint on the walls, a parting gift from you to this place. Your love for Sam and Dean was in the very walls and foundations of this place- even if they didn't know it.

“Keep them safe for me.” You whisper, crossing the threshold and slamming the door shut.

Home is behind now. Everything else lay ahead.

You crossed the border into Missouri in the early hours of the morning, the sky ever so slowly brightening with dusty pinks and soft purples as if preparing for the rising sun.

Lebanon had long since faded from your rear view mirrors, leaving you well and truly alone in the world. You had no clue as to where you were going, all you knew was that you needed to put as much distance between you and your past. . . But it was a difficult feat. Having crisscrossed America a dozen times over with the Winchesters there were towns and interstates that held memories every which way. You could throw a rock in any direction and hit a handful of places you had been.

So the real question was where does one go to leave their past behind when their past seems to be everywhere? And what does one do with their life when one had expected to be dead?

Reaching across the seat you haphazardly dig through one of your bags, producing your lone pair of sunglasses that had somehow managed to survive almost a decade- which was a miracle giving your lifestyle. Slipping them on you focused your eyes back on the horizon just in time to see the first edges of an orange sun peek over the tree line. In a futile attempt to mute the voices in your head you crank up the dial of the radio.

It doesn’t help.

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