#winchester!sister x kevin tran

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Running with You

Kevin Tran x Winchester sister!reader, Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: just a little series of snippets of your relationship with Kevin (and Sam and Dean…it was mostly supposed to be about Kevin, but those stupid brothers wormed their way into more scenes than I thought they would)

Meeting a prophet for the first time didn’t go exactly as you’d thought it would. First of all, he was your age. Second, he was a total nerd. And third…

He was kind of cute.

The two of you hit it off almost immediately. But of course he had a girlfriend, so you had to back off—but Kevin still made a great friend.

He was incredibly panicked to find out he was a prophet, and your idiot big brothers weren’t very good at calming or comforting, so you took over that role. Ever since then, Kevin and you became fast friends.

You were there for him when his life fell apart. He was there for you when you were scared for Sam—just out of hell and very traumatized. You comforted him when Crowley killed his girlfriend, and…

And you were both there for each other when Dean went to purgatory, and Sam was too traumatized to keep going.

Sam walked away from the leviathan fight with no will to fight…really, no will to live. But when Crowley took Kevin, you couldn’t just let him go.

You were the one who helped Kevin escape, and you were the one who was there with him on the run for a whole year…

…

“C’mon Kevin, let me in! That was the secret knock!”

“But you didn’t do the secret password!” Kevin’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. You groaned.

“Kevin, I did the password.”

“That was the old one.”

“You changed it again,” you groaned. “Kev, I can’t keep up with the password if you change it every week. Just let me in.”

“Fine,” Kevin grumbled, and you heard lock after lock begin to unlock. “But I’m spraying you with holy water the second the door comes open.”

“When have you ever not?” You teased him. True to his word, your face got blasted from Kevin’s water gun the minute the door creaked open. You wiped the water off your face good-naturedly and stepped inside with your groceries. You liked to tease Kevin about all of his safety precautions, but only because it was better than the alternative; if you couldn’t laugh about how scared the two of you were all the time, you’d just…well, you’d just be scared all the time.

The two of you had spent the past year on the run from Crowley and his black-eyes minions, and there was no such thing as too careful. You’d thought about calling Sam once or twice, just to check in, but you didn’t know how. He’d gotten rid of his usual numbers, and so had you; the two of you were completely cut off. That was by far the hardest part of being on the run. You hoped that Sam was happy—that he’d really gotten away from the life like he’d planned—he deserved it, he really did.

You couldn’t blame him for checking out after Dean…after he died. You couldn’t; because you knew exactly how it felt. After Sam had gone to hell, you hadn’t wanted to hunt either. You’d thrown away all your old phones, and you’d gone to Lisa’s with Dean, and you had just checked out. You knew what Dean was doing late at night with those books and with the computer—he was trying to find a way to save Sam. Once or twice you had even found it in you to join him in his research—but the dead ends just hurt too much, and you couldn’t do it anymore.

So you couldn’t blame Sam for checking out the same way. But that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt, especially since you hadn’t seen him in almost a year.

You forced yourself to shake off your melancholy as you focused on Kevin.

“How’s Patricia?” You asked. “She do anything crazy while I was gone?”

“Just shook the fridge a couple of times.” Kevin shrugged. “She seems to be in a good mood today.”

“Patricia” was an inside joke between you and Kevin. Ever since you’d found this safehouse, the weirdest things seemed to happen inside—the fridge shook in the middle of the night, food went missing, and even good things like the holy water guns being refilled without either of you touching them. You couldn’t remember who had named Patricia, but it didn’t matter; she was here to stay, and you’d done every test for a ghost or a poltergeist with nothing to show for it.

A harsh knock at the now-locked door behind you broke the lightheartedness in the air. You whipped around, and Kevin instinctually raised the holy water gun.

“Y/N?” You could’ve sworn your heart stopped at the sound of your big brother’s voice.

“Sam?” You reached for the handle, but Kevin grabbed your arm.

“It might not be him,” he argued. “Or he could be possessed.”

“Y/N it’s me!” Sam’s voice came again. “I know you’re here, and I know Kevin’s there too. We tracked you down, we need to talk to you.”

Neither you nor Kevin moved, but your mind was now going a mile a minute. Why would Sam track you down after so long? What did he need? And why did he keep saying “we”? The last question seemed the easiest to ask.

“Who’s we?” You demanded. There was a long silence on the other side of the door.

“Honey, please just let me in. I promise I can explain everything, but—“

“How do I know you’re you?” You challenged. Again, you were met with a king silence.

“Sweetheart—“ your heart stopped at the voice of your oldest brother. “Let us in. It…it’s us.”

You threw Kevin’s hand off your arm even as he argued with you—

“Y/N, no, it’s not them, you don’t know that—“

You completely ignored him, pushing him out of your way and clicking lock after lock until finally, you flung the door open to see the two people you missed most in the world.

The three of you stood there in silence, sizing each other up—Sam and Dean seeing how much you’d changed, and you gaping up at your brothers in disbelief. The silence was broken when Kevin took a half step forward and sprayed both of your brothers with his holy water gun.

“Seriously?” Sam grumbled, but Dean didn’t complain. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off you, and you couldn’t seem to tear your gaze away from him, either.

“Dean?” You whispered, the sound of his name shattering the silence.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

You couldn’t hug him fast enough.

…

“So…” Dean glanced between you and Kevin, his features twitching into a suspicious glare. “What have you two been up to?”

You’d gotten the year recap from Sam and Dean, so now it was your turn to give your account.

“Oh, you know, running from Crowley,” you scoffed. You knew that wasn’t all that Dean meant—he was eyeing Kevin strangely, and you knew why.

“And you two are…” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes as Dean searched for a word. “What, just besties now?”

“Actually…” Kevin glanced to you for permission, and you nodded subtly. “We’re kinda going out.”

“Well—“ you shot Kevin a wry smile. “Not out. But we’re dating.”

Kevin responded to your smile with one of his own. It wasn’t really possible to leave your safe haven for non-emergencies, but the two of you spent so much time together that dates weren’t all that necessary. You weren’t sure when exactly your relationship with Kevin moved on from “just friends”, but it probably had something to do with the first time you kissed him…

It was at the first safehouse you’d bunkered down in after escaping from the demons. You were both soaked to the skin—you’d gone on a supply run, and it had started raining; you’d had to stuff the groceries under your jackets to keep them dry. The two of you hadn’t been in the safehouse ten minutes before a hoard of demons made their presence known by kicking down the door.

“Kevin!” You yelled a warning to the prophet just as a demon made to grab him—Kevin twisted away just in time, reaching for the holy water gun. He struggled to get a grip on it, his hands still soaked. Before he could, a second demon grabbed onto Kevin’s arm while the third and final demon knocked you back, keeping you away from Kevin.

Your back smashed against the kitchen counter, and you found yourself grasping for anything in reach to use as a weapon. Your hand closed around something cool—glass, maybe. Without even giving it a glance, you threw it at the demon keeping you from defending Kevin.

You got lucky—the glass container shattered against the demon’s face, and he began to scream as the cuts sizzled and burned; it was a salt shaker.

The second and first demon—both of whom now had a hold on Kevin—were momentarily distracted; it was all the prophet needed to twist away long enough to latch his fingers onto the water gun, and he brought it around and sprayed both demons in the face.

“Kevin, let’s go!” You’d gotten around the demons while they howled in pain, and now you hesitated in the doorway, waiting for Kevin to escape with you.

“No!” The demon howled. You saw the knife too late to stop it. “If we can’t have him, no one can!”

The demon buried the knife into Kevin’s stomach.

“No!” You screamed. Kevin gasped in pain—or shock—his mouth hanging open and his eyes darting down to the knife. The first demon glared at you, while the other two shared twin grins; then all three vanished.

“Kevin…” you whimpered as you took hesitant steps forward. Your hands were shaking as you reached for your friend—you knew enough to know not to take the knife out—and you grabbed hold of his jacket and eased it to the side to get a better look at…

The knife, stuck in a pound of ground beef from the market that Kevin had forgotten to take out of his jacket.

Kevin’s face brightened, his features lightening in relief. You just stared for a long minute, unable to still your runaway heart.

“Y/N?” Kevin breathed. “It’s…it’s ok. I’m—“

He never got to finish his sentence. You yanked the stabbed beef out of his inner pocket, throwing it across the room before snatching hold of his collar and yanking him towards you.

Kevin was stiff from shock for the first few seconds of the kiss, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he relaxed.

“Never scare me like that again,” you breathed when you finally pulled away.

Kevin’s grin was a mile wide.

“Yes ma’am.”

You snapped out of your memory when you heard your brothers start to speak.

“Congrats, guys,” Sam muttered awkwardly, while at the same time Dean grumbled—“oh boy.”

You couldn’t resist the eye roll this time—you should’ve known your brothers would make this weird.

“So—“ you broke the awkward silence. “I assume you came here for a reason. What’s going on?”

…

“Hey Kevin, let’s talk.”

Things had been calm for less than five before Dean brought up what you knew was coming.

“Uhh…” Kevin’s panicked eyes met yours. “Yeah, just, uh…just give me a second.” Kevin pulled you out of earshot of Dean.

“What?” You hissed. “You knew this was coming.”

“Yeah but you said you’d be there!” Kevin argued.

“No I didn’t,” you countered. “I said I’d step in if Dean went too far, I never said I’d babysit you any time Dean was around. This conversation is inevitable Kevin, I can’t stop Dean.”

“Fine.” Kevin huffed. “Can we at least have a code word.”

“For what?” You bit back a laugh.

“For if things get crazy!” Kevin struggled to keep his voice at a whisper.

“This isn’t a secret mission, Kevin.” You couldn’t hold back a little snicker at this. “If you need me, just say my name. It doesn’t have to be in code.”

“Your name.” Kevin took a deep breath. “Your name. Ok, I can do that.”

“Good.” You grinned, and you hoped it didn’t look too mocking. “Now go get him.”

…

“See?” You greeted Kevin as he returned from his talk with Dean—Dean looked much more happy than Kevin. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Uh…uh huh,” Kevin muttered. You cringed.

“He was a jerk, wasn’t he?” You asked.

“Uh huh.”

“Oh boy. C’mon, let’s go get some ice cream.”

…

“Hey Sam,” you greeted as you and Kevin watched Sam stride purposefully into the war room of the bunker. Sam however, didn’t say a word.

In three long strides, he reached Kevin. You watched in bewilderment as Sam stretched out his hand, realizing too late the truth—it wasn’t Sam.

His eyes flashed blue just as Dean burst into the room behind him.

“No!” Dean cried, and you turned just in time to see Sam—Gadreel—press his open palm against Kevin’s forehead. Kevin’s eyes flashed bright white.

You were screaming, you knew you were screaming. You could hear the inhuman screech piercing the air, but somehow it didn’t feel like you—you felt absent from your body, you felt like a floating, frozen nothing, forced to watch as your boyfriend slumped to the floor, his eyes just charred remains, as someone who was supposed to be your big brother turned his back and walked away.

“Kevin?” Dean choked. The air was a vacuum of nothing—no one moved, no one breathed, as you and Dean waited for a response that you both knew wasn’t coming.

You were reaching for him now, desperate to help him, to bring him back…but Dean pulled you away, turning you until your face pressed into his shoulder so you couldn’t get a closer look at your boyfriend.

As if he could make you unsee what had already scarred itself into your mind.

…

“Kevin?”

You held your breath as the apparition in front of you blinked out, then stabilized. It was him—after all this time, it was him.

“Yes!” Kevin breathed—could ghosts breathe?—a sigh of relief when he realized you all could see him. “I’ve been haunting this place for weeks and all you guys do is mope. It’s about time.”

“Kevin?” You said again, like you still didn’t believe it.

Kevin let his eyes wander for a long moment towards you, his hand twitching as if he wanted to reach for you.

“I don’t know how long I have,” he said, reluctantly turning his gaze back to your brothers. “So listen up.”

…

“My mom’s going to take me home until you guys can get the veil closed.” Kevin avoided looking at you as he spoke.

“Ok,” Dean said, and Sam nodded.

You huffed, uncomfortable with the silence.

“Can I have a minute?” You asked your brothers. They shuffled away without a word.

“It’s what I want,” Kevin said before you could speak. “I don’t want to just…being here as a ghost, it’s too much. It’s not what I want.”

“You don’t have to convince me,” you said quickly. “I…I wish you could stay here, but I understand your choice. I know it’s not the same as really being here.”

Silence reigned for several seconds.

“This sucks,” Kevin huffed finally. You couldn’t help but crack a sardonic smile.

“Yeah, it really sucks.”

“I wish we could’ve had more time.”

“Yeah.” You smirked. “We were quite the power couple.”

“Well now you’re just being cheesy,” Kevin chuckled, and you grinned.

“Hey, we got to at least try out that relationship thing—I guess that’s gonna have to be good enough.” You sighed. “Try not to drive your mom too crazy, ok?”

“Ok,” Kevin scoffed. “But only if you promise to fix your stupid brothers’ argument.”

“I’ll do my best,” you promised. Kevin turned to go. “Hey Kev?”

“Yeah?”

“Say hi to Patricia for me, ok?”

Taglist:

@nyotamalfoy @mrvlxgrl @chocorade @aestheticdaisies @inlovewhithafairytale @that-wannabe-vangoghgurl @casmustdiee @987coley @deadlymistletoe @wayward-impala83 @whump-loverz

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WORLD BUILDING WEDNESDAY MONDAY - rian, gaius, ambrose?? (should this be 3 asks)

rian:

B A S I C S

full name: addison rian taylor

gender: male (ftm trans)

sexuality: demibiromantic, aceflux

pronouns: he/him, they/them

O T H E R S

family: jasmine taylor (mother), richard taylor (father), chase taylor (brother)

birthplace: paradise, ca

job: web designer (until he finds a job in magical society)

phobias: being ignored/neglected (silent treatment, ghosting, etc), the sound of backwards audio

guilty pleasures: shitty 00's reality shows, 80s-90s domestic comedies

(more +gaius and ambrose under the cut)

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: true neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: introvert

organized/disorganized: disorganized

close minded/open-minded: open-minded

calm/anxious: calm

disagreeable/agreeable: agreeable

cautious/reckless: cautious

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: outspoken

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic (tries his best to be optimistic)

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: x blake

ot3: n/a

brotp: n/a

notp: n/a

gaius:

B A S I C S

full name: aubin gaius borowski

gender: male (ftm trans)

sexuality: bi aroaceflux

pronouns: he/him, they/them, ze/hir

O T H E R S

family: aubin wright (mother), steven borowski (father), kellan borowski (brother)

birthplace: san diego, ca

job: illusory performance

phobias: his sight magic (more of an aversion than an outright phobia but shh), hospitals

guilty pleasures: "old man" music (classic rock), phil collins, celebrity gossip

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: lawful neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: introvert

organized/disorganized: organized

close minded/open-minded: open-minded

calm/anxious: anxious

disagreeable/agreeable: agreeable

cautious/reckless: cautious

patient/impatient: patient

outspoken/reserved: reserved

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: n/a

ot3: n/a

brotp: & morgan (well.. they'll get there.)

notp: n/a

ambrose:

B A S I C S

full name: ambrose lazarus winchester

gender: male (ftm trans)

sexuality: bi recipromantic, demibisexual

pronouns: he/him, they/them

O T H E R S

family: ingrid winchester (mother), kevin winchester (father), mercedes winchester (sister), alissa winchester (sister), leon winchester (brother)

birthplace: dahlia, ca

job: investigator

phobias: flying (in planes/helicopters), clowns (mostly the scary ones, regular ones are usually fine)

guilty pleasures: maury (and other shows in that vein), judge judy, the non-hit songs of one-hit wonders

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: neutral good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: introvert

organized/disorganized: organized

close minded/open-minded: open-minded

calm/anxious: calm

disagreeable/agreeable: agreeable

cautious/reckless: both, but leans slightly more reckless

patient/impatient: patient

outspoken/reserved: reserved

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: optimistic

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: x milo

ot3: n/a

brotp: & atlas, & aeon, & xander, & asterion

notp: x austin, x atlas, x aeon, x xander, x asterion

[mrs-jughead-jones]

Aesthetic for Lily Shryer (born Winchester). The daughter of Y/N Winchester and Kevin Tran, she was given up for adoption at a young age and raised in a normal household; no hunting and no monsters. She travels quite often and is trying to find her birth family, but to no avail. Without her knowledge, she seems to have inherited the Winchester affinity of flannel.

Winchesters in Riverdale

Send me an ask if you want me to make a kid aesthetic (for any Riverdale ship or just a ship itself!)

[amazingmaeve]

Insecure - Kevin Tran

Pairing: Kevin Tran x Winchester!sister

Summary: Kevin’s in love with Y/N who is also the Winchester’s little sister. He gets a little insecure thinking he doesn’t deserve her.

Request: Pretty please fluff number 23 with Kevin? Like where reader is Winchesters younger sister and is like a super badass hunter and Kevin thinks he doesn’t deserve her? But Kevin like opens up baout his insecurities when asking her out and fluff ensues 🥺🥺

Requested by: @loveispainisgood

Warnings: Some angst

AN: Hope it’s what you like 😊

Word count: 894

Kevin has liked Y/N for a while. In the beginning he did like her but he had a girlfriend and then a tragedy happened.

He knew that she would never go for him though.

In his eyes Y/N was perfect. From her looks to her personality. She killed monsters while having a kind personality.

He also knew that Sam and Dean would kill him if ever tried to get with their sister.

When she would smile at him he would get butterflies in stomach. He also couldn’t help a blush on his cheeks either.

He thought she didn’t like him. He always thought she wouldn’t go for guys like him. He thought she liked the hunter type.

What he didn’t know is that she felt the same about him.

But if someone told him that he would say they were lying. Y/N was everything he wasn’t.

He loved how brave she was if someone she cared about was in danger she would risk anything to get them safe.

What Y/N loved about Kevin is how incredibly smart he was. She actually felt like she wasn’t as smart as him which made her think that he didn’t want her.

Even though her brothers told he liked her. She always that that they were fooling around with because they were extremely over protective of her which she hated.

Now her brothers were going on a hunt and didn’t want her to come. She didn’t know why her brothers didn’t want her to go with them but they was clearly no reasoning with them.

They told Y/N that Kevin could keep her company.

She felt a little blush in her cheeks as they mentioned Kevin. When they left Y/N left to her bedroom where she just watched Netflix til’ she got hungry.

On the way to kitchen she saw Kevin sitting there on working on something on his computer.

“O-oh hey Kevin,” Y/N stuttered out which made her mentally slap her self for. He looked up and waved at her. “Do you want something to eat I’m going to the kitchen to make something,” She offered with a smile on her face.

Kevin looked at the time and was shocked to see how late it was. “Uh ya sure,” He accepted her offer with a smile on his face.

“Ok but don’t expect to much I’m not a good cook,” Y/N joked and let out a little giggle.

“I’m sure whatever you make will be great,” Kevin expressed to her and followed her to the kitchen where she started to try and make spaghetti.

“Oh well thanks but usually when I cook it ends in a fire,” Y/N quipped as she got the meat ready and then stated cooking the noodles.

After she got that sorted she went to go sit across from Kevin.

“Why didn’t you go hunting with Sam and Dean,” Kevin was the first to speak.

“What you don’t like me here,” Y/N teased with a smirk on her face.

“N-no of course not I love it when you’re here but when your brothers are hunting you’re usually right behind,” Kevin explained while stuttering a bit.

“I was joking Kevin,” Y/N reassured him while putting her hand on his. “But I don’t know why they didn’t want me to go.”

“Oh,” Kevin breathes out shock all over his face. The Winchester brothers usually took their little sister with them but not in this case.

“Yeah I was shocked too,” Y/N admitted when she noticed the look on his face.

They both looked down at their hands which were intertwined. They both had blushed cheeks by then and Y/N had butterflies in her stomach as she finally got the courage to speak up about her feelings.

“Uh listen Kevin I need to tell you something,” Y/N whispered trying to calm down her racing heart. When she saw him nod wanting her to continue. She took a deep breath and looked at their and hands, “I think I love you,” Y/N doubted that he had the same feelings as her. When he didn’t answer her she felt dread take over and embarrassment all over her body. “Oh god Kevin if you don’t feel the same thing that’s fine it was rude of me to blurt it out,” Y/N murmured as she felt her eyes water a bit.

“No I do,” Kevin reassured her while coming up to sit besides her. “I thought you didn’t want me,” He whispered.

When he said those words she finally looked at him and saw tears were costing his eyes as well. She removed her hand from his and went to his cheek. “I want you and only you,” She whispered feeling love fill her her heart.

Before she could say anything he leaned and connected their lips. Y/N was surprised but kissed him back. She removed her hand from his neck and moved hit to his neck.

What made them part was the smell of something burnt and smoke alarm.

“Oh god the food.”

Meanwhile with Dean and Sam as they sat in the car.

“You set them up didn’t you,” Dean asked looking over at Sam who had a smile on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

[mydoctorpotter]

[supernaturaloneshots]

Masterlist

Hey y’all! I finally got around to making a masterlist of all my fics! Please let me know if any of the links arent working. Enjoy!

Sam X Reader

Oneshots:

Coughs and Kisses

Satisfied

Eye of a Hurricane

Not Enough

New Kid

The Mysterious Barista 

Drabbles/Imagines:

Imagine being pregnant with Sam’s baby

Imagine Sam going engagement ring shopping with Dean to find you the perfect ring.

Imagine Dean walking in on you and Sam making out

Imagine You and Sam showing constant PDA.

Imagine Sam finding you screaming over a spider.

Imagine helping Sam when he begins to doubt Jack.

Dean X Reader

Oneshots:

Wildest Dreams

Jo?

Coffee

Drabbles/Imagines:

Imagine Dean staying awake all night with your son

Castiel X Reader

Oneshots:

No

Drabbles/Imagines:

Constellations 

Kevin Tran X Reader

Drabbles/Imagines: 

Imagine dating Kevin Tran

Sister Jo/Anael X Reader

Drabbles/Imagines:

Imagine recognizing the faith healer, Sister Jo, as your old friend, Anael.

Winchester Sibling! Reader

Drabbles/Imagines:

Imagine coming out as gay to your brothers, Sam and Dean.

Destiel (Dean X Castiel)

Drabbles/Imagines:

Imagine finding out that Dean and Cas are dating.

Preferences 

First Kiss

[elliewithcellie]

Edge of Seventeen - A Supernatural Story

Summary: It’s the holiday season... but the Winchesters don’t care. The brothers and Y/N have a job to do.

Relationship: Y/N is 18 and the Winchesters are basically older brothers.

Warnings: language (no more than show), angst, fluff, violence

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran, and Y/N 

A/N: Hi, guys! This is sort of a sequel to Long Cool Woman in a Prom Dress. It takes place in season 8 basically. The reader is the same thought process as the one before, but I don’t think you will be in any way confused if you don’t read it. I hope you guys like this one! I like it better than the first... also if you would like to get tagged for any of my writing please feel free to message me! I’m always on so I will get back to you like super quick.

Song title based on Edge of Seventeen

Masterlist:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Pac-Man Fever: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

You're picking out Joanna's outfit to wear when she throws her shirt on the ground in protest.

"Baby, you're not going out there without a shirt on."

"I don't wanna wear that one."

"Okay, which one do you want to wear?"

Joanna rushes to her closet and yanks on the bottom of a bright pink unicorn shirt that won't match her bright yellow pants she picked out. At this point, you don't care what she wears as long as she wears it.

"Okay, go put your pants on."

You grab the shirt while she runs back to her bed where her pants are. She struggles to put them on, but she manages just fine. There is no zipper or button, just an elastic band that fits around her waist. You grab her to help her with her shirt, but she wiggles away from you.

"Jo, let me help you put this on."

"No!" she giggles and grabs the shirt away from you.

She runs out of the room in search of her dad. With a shake of your head, you go to Maryann's room which is across the hall from Joanna's. Maryann is cooing from inside her crib, and she smiles when she sees you. She lifts her arms as if she wants to be held by you.

"Come here, my angel."

You pick her up and kiss her nose, leaving her room without looking at Robert's door. You take her to the library where you see Dean on his laptop. He has cameras up that you hacked into so he can try and find Kevin. No word has popped up regarding him, and you don't want to call his mother because she may not even know he is missing.

Joanna comes running around the corner without a shirt on, holding her shirt in her hand.

"Daddy, I need help."

Dean smiles when he sees her, and he grabs the shirt from her hands.

"Pink and yellow, huh? Was this Jo's decision?" Dean asks you.

"All her. She doesn't want my help."

"Come here, sweetheart." Dean pulls her close and helps her into her shirt, ruffling her hair when he's done. "All better."

"Thank you," she says and runs off.

"Here is child number two."

Dean takes Maryann from your arms, smiling at her in a way a dad does. Maryann giggles and reaches out for Dean, but her tiny arms can't quite reach his face. He pulls her in close and gives her a raspberry on her clothed stomach, and she laughs loudly. Joanna looks over at her dad giving her sister some love that she becomes jealous.

"My turn!" she says and tries to climb onto her dad's lap.

Dean helps her all the way so that both of his girls are lying in his arms.

"My girls," he says lovingly.

Seeing this tugs on your heart strings, but the moment doesn't last for long. Sam stumbles in seconds later looking like a complete mess. His hair is frizzy, his eyes are red, his skin is pale, and he looks sick.

"Man, I'm telling you, give me five minutes with some clippers," Dean half-jokes.

"Shut up. What time did I lay down?"

"Noon... yesterday," you say.

Sam walks to the chair, but he stumbles slightly. He catches himself on the back of the chair, but you and Dean both see it.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm gonna get dressed. We should go find Kevin."

He turns to leave but stumbles again, and you catch him this time so he doesn't fall.

"Hey, take it easy, Sleeping Beauty. I've hacked into every security camera around Garth's houseboat, Kevin's hometown, and where Mrs Tran lived. Nothing has come up, but Garth is out looking for him, we put out a hunter APB on him, and we will do what we can from here while you get better," you say.

"I'm fine. Y/N, I can still go out there and hunt."

"Bullshit."

"Bet," he slurs a bit.

You look at Dean and shrug. If he wants to hunt, then he has to prove to you that he can. You and Dean take him to the shooting range. You have both kids this time, and you made Joanna wear one of those headphones so the gun doesn't hurt her ears. Your magic protects Maryann, so you're all set to go.

"This is stupid," Sam scoffs.

Dean takes his gun and shoots at the target, hitting the outline in the chest both times.

"If you hit that target, we'll talk about getting you back out there."

"No problem."

Sam takes the gun from Dean and points it at the target with one hand, but he isn't confident when his hand starts shaking. He uses two hands to keep the gun steady, but when he fires, he misses the target by a mile. Not only does he not hit the target, but he doesn't even hit the board the target is on. He hits the wall, and bits of concrete chip off and fall to the ground.

"Look, man, this second trial hit you a lot harder than that first one. I don't know whether it was just more intense or what, but we can't ignore this."

"It felt the same... until the next day."

"Sam, we're going to stay here and keep an eye on you until you get better. Don't make me use my mom voice," you say.

You three head back to the library to check on the cameras when you see a new email in your inbox.

"Hey, we got an email from Charlie." You sit down and click on it, reading it out loud. "In the neighborhood, found you guys a case."

"Found us a case in the neighborhood? How the hell does she know where we are?"

"She doesn't. Not exactly, at least. She says she tracked our cells to a twenty mile radius, then the signal went out. This place must be in something like the Bermuda Triangle."

"Are you saying we can make and receive phone calls from here and nobody can track us? Man, I love this place," Dean chuckles.

You take out your phone and quickly text Charlie where you are, and all three of you go outside while you wait for her to come so she doesn't get lost. You've spent all your time inside the bunker that you didn't really appreciate the beauty of the outside.

There is forest on either side of the Bunker, but it's a big open space that should be used for something. A playground? A backyard? Something that you can offer your kids anytime they want to play outside. The thought crosses your mind, but you store it away for another day.

Moments later, Charlie pulls up in her beaten car.

"Your Highness!" Dean grins.

"What's up, bitches?" Charlie hugs Dean first and then Sam, and when she moves to you, she notices Maryann in your arms. "Who is this?"

"This is Maryann. I was pregnant the last time I saw you," you chuckle and grab Maryann's hand to wave at her.

"I thought there were two of them."

"There was," you nod. "He didn't make it."

"I'm so sorry," she frowns, but you don't want to talk about it.

"What're you doing in Kansas?" Dean asks, pulling Charlie away from that subject.

"A comic convention in Topeka," she says slowly as if she's trying to think of an answer on the spot.

As if she's not really in town for that.

"In the middle of the week?" you ask.

"A girl's gotta get her collectibles. So, are you gonna invite me into your dungeon, or do I gotta answer your 'questions three' first?"

"Allow us to introduce you to the Men of Letters."

Sam leads the group back inside, and Zeus comes running up to her legs. He's been weary of new visitors since Maryann came home. It's why you haven't been taking him anywhere. He will bark and bite at everyone who gets near her, but he seems to like Charlie. He sniffs around her before licking her hand when she goes to pet him.

"Holy awesome. Too bad they got wiped out, though that is what they get for the sexist name."

"What's going on with you? Anything new?" you ask.

"I made a deal with the weirdos of yesteryear, and we're gonna team up to stomp the Shadow Orcs. You guys are still coming to the mid-year jubilee, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Dean smiles.

"So, what's this about a case you found?"

"When I was in Topeka, I saw this pop up over the wire. Tom Blake, a checkout clerk in Salina, went missing on his way home from work. He was found dead yesterday, his insides liquefied. Locals have no idea what happened, and they tried to bury the report so people wouldn't freak, but I flagged it. I have eliminated the following things that go bump in the night--"

"Wait a second. When did you become such an expert?" Sam asks.

"After you guys left, I dug into all things monsters. I'm a wee bit obsessive. If 'wee bit' means completely. I also found this series of books by Carver Edlund?" You roll your eyes and exchange looks with Sam and Dean. "Did those books really happen?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. That is some meta madness." She turns to Dean. "Thanks for saving the world and stuff." She turns to Sam. "Sorry you have zero luck with the ladies." Finally, she turns to you. "Sorry you had to come to your powers the way you did."

"We need to find every single copy of those books and burn them," Sam determines.

"They're online now, so good luck with that."

"Awesome," Dean scoffs. "Y/N and I will go see if there's anything to this case of yours while you and Sam stay here."

"I'm coming with you."

Sam stands up, but he staggers and nearly falls over. Charlie jumps from her seat and grabs his arm.

"Whoa, are you sure you're okay?" she asks.

"Yes."

"Sam, you're not coming with us. I'll tie you down if I have to," you say.

"I'll go with you two," Charlie offers.

"No disrespect, okay, but there's a big difference between reading about hunting and actually hunting."

"I'm coming with," Charlie says with more determination.

"Give her the test," you shrug.

You and Dean take her down to the shooting range while Sam watches the kids upstairs. Dean loads his gun and checks it before handing it to Charlie.

"Are you serious?"

"Okay, now, if you can hit that target then we can talk about you actually—"

Charlie grabs the gun and fires twice, both perfect headshots. She did that without effort, so you can only imagine what she can do with effort. Dean stares at the target and then at her, his expression unreadable.

"What?"

"I say let her come with," you shrug.

"Alright, if you're gonna do a ride along, then you gotta lose the novelty t-shirts."

"Son of a pantsuit," she rolls her eyes.

"It's not as bad as you think. Come on."

Dean and Charlie get the car ready while you make sure your kids are going to be okay. Dean and Charlie have already said their goodbyes, and you make sure you say yours as well. The fridge is stocked with food, Maryann has more than enough formula, there are about two dozen bags of your breast milk in the freezer.

Sam should have no problem with taking care of your children.

"I'm coming with," Sam says as he walks into the kitchen.

"No, you're not. You're going to stay here and watch the kids. Or maybe the kids will watch you. Either way, you're not leaving. If I find you so much as leave this Bunker with or without my kids, I'm breaking both your legs, and then you'll really be out of the game."

Sam opens his mouth to argue, but you don't let him.

"I'm not going to argue Sam. Take care of my kids, or I take you out. It's that simple."

With that, you grab your bag and leave the Bunker to where Dean and Charlie are waiting. Charlie can't come with you and wear what she normally wears, so you have to make a quick stop at the mall and get her something more appropriate.

She's kind of excited to be trying on things she hopes are appropriate for the occasion. To keep Dean calm while he makes her fake FBI badge, you go with her to pick out some things for her.

"What happened to Robert?" she asks suddenly while you're hanging the clothes in the dressing room. You pause, not expecting her to ask about that. "I'm sorry if you don't want to talk about it."

"I fell and hit my stomach and my head on the corner of the laundry machine. I woke up to find out my son was dead."

"I'm sorry," she whispers.

"Try these on. I'll be out there." You leave her alone in the dressing room and join Dean on the couch. "She should be good to go."

"She ask about Robert?"

"Just get that done, okay?" you sigh.

The first outfit she comes out in is a black and white dress that goes to her knees and is a little too tight on her. The fit doesn't feel right to her, so she moves onto the next. The next outfit is a white shirt, bright blue pants, and a yellow jacket. It's very Charlie, but Dean doesn't like it.

The third outside is a black and white polka dot shirt with a zebra striped skirt. You actually think she rocks this outfit, but again, Dean doesn't approve. The fourth outfit is a cheetah print outside that she picked out. The fifth outfit is a bright red romper that doesn't seem to suit her, style-wise. The sixth and final outfit is the one you picked out. It's a boring pantsuit with a light blue shirt and a blue blazer.

Dean likes this one, but you think she should keep some of the other outfits. By the time she is done playing dress up, Dean is done with her badge.

"Hey, you should keep the polka dot and zebra outfit. It seemed to suit you."

"Look, I'm sorry for bringing up Robert," she sighs.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I guess I'm just not over it."

"You shouldn't be. He was your child. If you need anything, even a girls night out, I'm here for you."

"Thanks," you smile and give her a hug. You two come out of the dressing room while Dean cleans up his mess and packs his things. "So, you want a rundown of what's been happening with us?"

"Obviously." You give her a quick run down without going too much into all the details. "Trials? That's never good."

"Yeah, and our prophet's in the wind."

"What about Castiel? He seems helpful, and dreamy," Charlie smirks.

"He is dreamy," you chuckle.

"Excuse me?"

"What? He has ocean blue eyes," you wink at him.

"He's MIA with a tablet of his own, doing God knows what. I mean, to be honest this whole thing is... I mean, Sam's a tough son of a bitch, but Cas is saying that these trials are messing with him in ways that even he can't heal."

"If it's any consolation, having read your history, there is pretty much nothing the Winchesters can't do if they work together. Witch included. It must be nice having a brother and a spouse, someone to always watch your back."

"You don't have any brothers or sisters?" you ask.

"Actually I have two. Their names are XBOX and PS3."

Dean takes out his phone, but he seems frustrated with it.

"I'm not getting any reception. Can I use your phone?"

"Sure."

Charlie tosses Dean her phone, and he calls Sam to check on him.

"Yeah?"

"Are you doing okay?"

"Yes, Dean. I'm still fine. Look, I can hunt, I—"

"Remember, Sam, broken legs. Love you. Bye." You hang up the phone for him and hand Charlie her phone back. "I could have used my phone for that."

"Great, now that we're all settled, let's get going. There's a body waiting for us to examine."

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

REQUESTS OPEN!!!!!

Okay so after doing some thinking I’ve decided to open up requests here on tumblr so read the list below about what fandoms and characters I’m willing to do for any requests. I’ll do both platonic and romantic fits just make sure you tell me which you would like to have. 

FANDOM’S I’LL DO ALONG W/CHARACTERS

STRANGER THINGS:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

MARVEL:

- Avengers (Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Loki, Thor)

- GOTG

- Daredevil (Matt Murdock)

- Doctor Strange

- Spiderman/Peter Parker (I’ll do all versions Tobey, Andrew and Tom Holland just make sure you’re specific about which one you want)

- Yelena Belova (I’ll try my luck with Yelena cause she’s awesome!)

- T’Challa

- Wanda and Pietro Maximoff

- Wanda x Vision fics

- Scott Lang

HARRY POTTER:

- The Golden Trio

- The Marauder Era

- Fred and George Weasley

LORD OF THE RINGS/HOBBIT:

- Aragorn

- Legolas Greenleaf

- Thranduil

- Fili

- Kili

- Arwen

- Bard

DOCTOR WHO:

- 10th Doctor (David Tennant)

- 11th Doctor (Matt Smith)

SUPERNATURAL:

- Sam and Dean Winchester

- Castiel

- Charlie

- Jack Kline

- Kevin Tran

- The Wayward Sisters (Jody, Donna, Claire)

NETFLIX’S LUCIFER:

- Lucifer Morningstar

9-1-1 and 9-1-1 LONE STAR:

- Any character x reader. 

STAR WARS:

- Luke Skywalker

- Han Solo

- Princess Leia

- Din Djarin the Mandalorian

- Boba Fett

- Poe Dameron

DC:

Now before I list characters, I wanna say it’s DC NOT DCEU 

- Bruce Wayne (Bale, Keaton, Patterson, even animated series)

- Dick Grayson (DON’T GIVE ME TITANS GRAYSON STORYLINE CAUSE I HAVE NOT WATCHED THAT SERIES NOR DO I HAVE ANY INTEREST IN IT)

- Jason Todd ( DON’T GIVE ME TITANS JT STORYLINE CAUSE I HAVE NOT WATCHED THAT SERIES NOR DO I HAVE ANY INTEREST IN IT)

FANDOMS I WON’T DO/CHARACTERS I WON’T DO!!!!

- Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen (including actors and their other projects)

- X-men 

- Harry Potter characters:

-Snape

- Draco

- Lucius

- Bellatrix

- Voldemort

- Jurassic World/Park

- DOCTOR WHO CHARACTERS:

-13th Doctor (Jodie Whittaker)

- The Master/Mistress akak Missy

- 12th Doctor (Capaldi)

ONCE UPON A TIME

BBC SHERLOCK

STAR WARS CHARACTERS:

- Rey

- Finn

- Kylo Ren

DC CHARACTERS:

- Riddler

- Joker and Harley Quinn

- Basically any villains of the DC Universe

- Suicide Squad

- Peacemaker

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

headcanons about Kevin Tran and the Winchester sister (romantically)?

Dean's daughter's birthday was very sweet, I loved it.

Awww, thanks!

-the brothers would be worried, because being a prophet comes with a lot of baggage

-they’re both super huge nerds but in different ways (he info dumps about science/languages and she info dumps about whatever tv show/book series she’s currently obsessed with)

-it takes a while for him to admit he has feelings, since he has to get over his girlfriend dying

-he’s super protective (because the boy has dead gf trauma, obviously), so she gains yet another guard dog (as if her brothers weren’t enough)

-she forces him to take care of himself when he gets too preoccupied with being a prophet

-when Gadreel kills Kevin, Sam can’t even look his little sister in the eye until she basically corners him and tells him it wasn’t his fault.

-they both cry

[the-and-sign-anon]

Meet the Prophet

Pairing: Kevin Tran x archangel! Reader, Team Free Will x archangel! Reader

Word count: 1,096

Masterlist

Trying to avoid all Heavenly business was incredibly difficult. You didn’t have to worry about Michael or Raphael now, but that left all the other angels trying to run Heaven themselves. The only reason you wanted to come out of hiding was the jolt of divine power you felt. The only times you could remember the feeling was when new prophets were chosen by your Father. You knew some of the angels were sure to go grab the Prophet now, but you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet them.

You appeared in a mental hospital in Indiana. The Prophet looked like a scared teenager. Sam Winchester and a demon were with him. The boy sat on the bed holding pieces of a tablet with strange writing on it.

“The Prophet.” All three people jumped at your voice and whirled around to look at you.

“Who are you?!”

“Y/N. Where have you been?”

Sam was obviously upset to see you, and the kid looked more terrified than ever.

“I’m not here for you, Winchester. Or you, demon. You have nothing to be afraid of; I only want to meet the new Prophet.” Meg barely relaxed at your words and Sam put a hand on Kevin’s shoulder as if to protect him from you.

“I want my question answered. Who are you?” Kevin was still breathing heavily and trying not to yell.

“My name is Y/N. I am an archangel. It is an honor to meet you, Prophet.” You bowed your head slightly and gave him a soft smile. “I apologize if this a stressful situation for you. I wouldn’t have come, but I’ve never been allowed to meet a Prophet before.”

Before you could say more, the lights flickered and burst. Meg’s eyes turned black, yours turned bright glowing blue, and Kevin curled up in the corner with the tablet in his arms.

“A demon, a Winchester, and... “ The angel’s voice trailed off as she looked at you. “Y/N?”

Sam moved toward Kevin as the angel kept Meg down.

“Step away from the Prophet!”

“Hester. I hate the Winchesters too, but I don’t believe he means the boy any harm. Let the demon go too.”

“What? Y/N what are talking about? And why should I listen to you? We’re here to take the Prophet.”

“Take me?” Kevin backed further into the corner.

“The Prophet Kevin Tran is under my protection. Hester, Inias-”

Castiel appeared in the doorway with Dean just behind him. All of you stopped and stared at him.

“Castiel. I thought you were dead! What were you thinking opening Pugatory?! Father locked it up for a reason!” Kevin flinched at your yelling, so you immediately stopped. You gently put a hand on his shoulder and let your grace calm him.

“Where have the two of you been? Castiel; you smote thousands in Heaven, gave a big scary speech, and disappeared. Y/N; you were put in the Cage, and when you got out we thought you would try to contact us or return to Heaven. Why should we believe that you would want to protect the Prophet when whatever you did resulted in your imprisonment?” Inias nodded in a greement with Hester.

You knew something like this would happen when you ran into some angels. Your brothers and sisters deserved better than this. When Castiel started rambling about answers and pulling his finger, you stepped in again.

“I’m sorry, Hester; Inias. I was put in the Cage for trying to argue with our Father about finding a better way to handle Lucifer. I never contacted anyone when I was released because I knew Father wouldn’t have explained things in a way that would make any of you trust me. I am here now because I want to help this young Prophet. I’ve learned enough about humans to know that the younger ones need their home and their family. Kevin Tran needs his family and I can protect him there. He doesn’t need to study the Word in the desert; that won’t help him.”

Just when you thought the angels might listen to you, Dean put his hand on the angel banishing sigil and you all disappeared. You ended up at home, disoriented and angry. Why did the Winchesters have to ruin everything for you? They couldn’t possibly protect a Prophet on their own and they certainly weren’t doing anything to make you inclined to help them in addition to helping Kevin. They were both hidden from you, but Meg and Kevin weren’t, so as soon as you got a hold of yourself again, you flew straight to them.

“You Winchesters are just desperate to stay on my bad side aren’t you?”

Kevin yelped when he heard your voice behind him again. Meg was on the other side of the row of seats and the Winchesters were in the front as usual.

“How did you get here so fast?”

“You idiots are hidden from me, but the Prophet isn’t. Now please, tell me what makes you think you could protect him better than I can? With my help, he can still largely live a normal human life. You two have never given that to anyone.”

Meg was on the phone with Castiel for a moment, then the placid angel appeared in the seat between Kevin and Meg. He poked Kevin’s nose and started rambling about the angels following protocol.

“What does that mean?”

“It means,” You leaned forward between Castiel and Kevin, “that when a Prophet was revealed in the old days, they would be collected by the angels, brought to the desert, and studied the Word away from men. They want to completely disrupt and essentially end the life he knows now. I came to get him and bring him back to his home. I’m an archangel; I’m more than capable of keeping him safe while he does normal human things and studies the tablet.”

“Do you always refer to a peaceful life as ‘normal human things’?”

“Yes; is there a different term you would prefer?”

“I… I guess not…” Kevin at least looked a little more comfortable with you now, which made you pretty happy.

Aside from the fact that he was a Prophet, you had a good feeling about him anyways. He was clearly intelligent and was handling this better than a few other Prophets. You could still remember hearing stories about how humans used to react when your Father or brothers tried to communicate with them. This Kevin Tran was a very good human so far.

[magics-protector]

Characters I write for

Personal Favourites ~ Merlin (BBC), Tommy Shelby, Jim Moriarty, Ninth Doctor, Castiel, Obi-Wan Kenobi, General Hux, Cassian Andor, Bilbo Baggins, Eómer, Diaval, Captain Jack Sparrow, Caspian X, Eret (HTTYD), Rumplestilskin (OUAT), Krel Tarron, Wolverine

BBC Merlin ~ Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Elyan, Arthur, Lancelot, Gwen, Morgana

Peaky Blinders - Arthur Shelby, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Alfie Solomons

Sherlock ~ Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Eurus Holmes 

Doctor Who ~ Rose Tyler, Ten, Rory Williams, Amy Pond, Eleven, Clara Oswald, Twelve, Bill Pots, Thirteen, Simm!Master, Missy, Dhawan!Master, Jack Harkness 

Supernatural ~ Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jack Klein, Gabriel, Gadreel, Charlie, Anna, Micheal, Lucifer, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Kevin Tran, Balthazar, Benny Lafitte, Mick Davies 

NBC Hannibal ~ Hannibal Lector, Will Graham 

Criminal Minds ~ Doctor Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau

Prime’s The Boys ~ Billy Butcher, Hughie, Frenchie, Annie (Starlight), Queen Maeve *I will likely write for Jensen Ackles’ character in season three - if he’s not a dick*

Star Wars ~ *original* Han Solo, Lando, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker *prequels/clone wars* Qui-Gon Jinn, Padme, Rex, Ahsoka Tano *sequel* Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey *Others* Dyn Jarren

Good Omens ~ Crowley, Aziraphale, Newton Pulsifer 

Keanu Reeves Character’s ~ John Wick, Constantine, Neo, Ted Logan, Jack Traven

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit ~ *LOTR* Aragorn, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Faramir, Eowyn, Arwen, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, Haldir, Galadriel *The Hobbit* Thorin, Dwalin, Bofur, Thranduil, Bard, Human!Smaug, Fili, Kili

Star Trek ~ Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Spock, James Kirk, Uhura, Chekov, Scotty, Khan 

Disney Characters ~ Gaston (Live Action), Flynn Rider, Tarzan, Thackery Binx (Hocus Pocus), Aladdin, Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Will Turner (POTC)

How to Train Your Dragon ~ Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Hiccup Haddock 

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts ~ *HP* Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Tonks, Snape, Bill Weasley, Fred, George *FBAWTFT* Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Queenie Goldstein, Credence Barebone, Percival Graves, Theseus Scamander 

Once Upon a Time - Jefferson (The Mad Hatter), Killian Jones, Edward Hyde, Graham, August, Emma Swan,

Trollhunters/3Below ~ Jim Lake Jr, Claire, Aja Tarron, Steve Palchuk, Douxie 

The Umbrella Academy ~ Luther “One”, Klaus “Four”, Ben “Six”, Deigo “Two”, Allison “Three”, Vanya “Seven”, Five 

The Outsiders ~ Darry Curtis, Two-bit Matthews, Soda Pop Curtis, Dally Winston, Steve Randle, Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis 

Gotham ~ Jervis Tetch, Jeremiah and Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, Bruce Wayne, Selene Kyle, Alfred Pennyworth

Marvel (Avengers + X Men) ~ Bucky Barnes, Loki, Skurge, Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Quicksilver (Pietro and Peter), Scarlett Witch, Magneto, Everett Ross, Nightcrawler, Charles Xavier, Thor, Tony Stark, Mysterio, Yon-Rogg, Peter Parker

Miscellaneous ~, Balem Abrasax (Jupiter Ascending), Commodus (Gladiator), Charlie Sisters (The Sisters Brothers), Black Hat (Priest), Mori (OHSHC), Zuko (ATLA), Sokka (ATLA), Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us), Connor (Detroit; Become Human), John Kennex (Almost Human), Kyoya (OHSHC), Natsu Dragneel (Fairy Tail), Gray Fullbuster (Fairy Tail), Gajeel Redfox (Fairy Tail), Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky),  Robotnik *Jimbotnik* (Sonic the Hedgehog), Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things), Hopper (Stranger Things), Lucian (Underworld), Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax), Brahms Heelshire (The Boy), Bakugo (My Hero Acadamia), Aizawa (My Hero Acadamia), Todoroki (My Hero Acadamia), Merlin (Kingsman), Agent Whiskey (Kingsman), Eggsy (Kingsman)

I am willing to add more if I get into more shows and stuff.

I can do AUs and stuff (I like soulmate AUs but really i’ll do any AU)

[shadowsndaisies]

Supernatural Masterlist

main masterlist

d e a n   w i n c h e s t e r:

the death of kevin tran -  [angst] based on the season 8 episode 21, the video unsettled all of you, each of you having to deal with it on your own...

s a m   w i n c h e s t e r:

(coming soon)

s i s t e r ! w i n c h e s t e r:

one-shots:

sunshine - [angst] your half brothers have always sacrificed themselves first, this time, you beat them to it... and there’s not a damn thing they can do but hold you.

crossovers:

[supernatural x teen wolf]

death, who? - (sister!winchester) when winchester!reader gets shot and killed in front of becon hill's "things that go bump in the night" squad, and then brought back to life, a little bit of chaos ensues. [COMING SOON]

the middle - (sister!winchester) it's been over two years since you've last seen your brothers sam and dean, and you've made a home for yourself in beacon hills with the love of your life, derek hale. what happens when your brothers come to town and are faced with your new reality? [COMING SOON]

[elliewithcellie]

Edge of Seventeen - Chapter 2

Summary: It’s the holiday season… but the Winchesters don’t care. The brothers and Y/N have a job to do.

Word Count: 2041

Relationship: Y/N is 18 and the Winchesters are basically older brothers.

Warnings: language (no more than show), angst, fluff, violence

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Kevin Tran, and Y/N

A/N: Wow... I can’t believe how much love I’m getting. Thanks so much! You guys rock! Also, I would love to get to know people on here, so feel free to message me! I’m seriously always online so..

Masterlist

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“Kevin, it’s the Winchesters,” Dean called out. We stepped through the door to the boat and instantly became drenched with water.

“Wow, someone is paranoid,” I commented. The brothers ignored me and continued yelling for Kevin. We split up and looked in different sections of the house. I headed to the back of the boat and opened a door.

“Kevin?” I entered what seemed to be his bedroom. I walked around still sloshing in my soaked clothes. Suddenly, I was shoved face first into a wall and pinned my arm to my back.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” someone I assumed to be Kevin demanded.

“Relax, Kevin. I’m with the Winchesters. You’re not stuck here anymore. You’re coming with us.”

“And why should I trust you?” he asked as he strained my arm further up.

“Ow, ow, ok. Let’s just calm down. Guys! I found him!” Before Sam and Dean came rushing through the door, Kevin kicked my feet out from under me and pinned me to the ground.

“I see you two have met,” Sam smirked.

“Sam? Dean?” Kevin asked as he continued to hold me down to the ground. I looked over at the brothers and saw Sam smiling and Dean seemingly horrified.

“It’s ok, Kevin. She’s with us,” Sam reassured him.

“You can get off of her now,” Dean said, clearly freaking out. Kevin let go and got up. He put his hand out to help me off the floor.

“I’m Y/N. You leave quite a lasting impression,” I joked.

“Sorry. Demons are a constant threat,” Kevin explained. “So, I’m leaving?”

“Yeah, grab everything you need quickly, so we can get out of here,” Dean said. Kevin grabbed a bag and started packing it up. Feeling awkward as I always do in front of boys, I left his room and waited in the kitchen. Once they all exited his room, all of them carrying huge duffle bags, we headed out to the impala.

The whole ride back was silent. Of course, Sam and Dean took the front seats, and Kevin and I were in the back looking out our windows. I could sense the discomfort between everyone in the car, so Dean thought he would make conversation.

“Now, Kevin, I know what you’re thinking, and no, it’s not going to happen,”

“Sorry,” Kevin said, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Drop it, Dean,” Sam cautioned.

“What, Sam? Is it so wrong of me to want to lay out some ground rules?” He asked. I was beginning to see where he was going. “All I’m saying is that we need some guidelines, so nothing…uh…happens.”

“Dean, please,” I groaned. I looked over at Kevin, and I could tell he was completely uncomfortable. His cheeks were as red as mine felt, and he stared out the window intently as if it would distract himself from the situation.

“You guys are not allowed to be alone behind closed doors, in fact, don’t go into each other’s rooms at all.”

“Dean,” Sam reasoned. He gave his brother a look. Dean sighed.

“Just… be good kids, you hear me?”

“Ok,” Kevin and I responded.

The rest of the car ride to the bunker was unpleasant to say the least. Dean turned on his jams while the rest of us sat in silence. I could tell that Dean felt better about the whole situation, but I could sense the tension between Kevin and me. Well, there goes that friendship I thought to myself. Kevin continued to stare out of the window. I was curious what he was thinking about. He looked nervous, and not because Dean freaked him out.

We finally returned to the bunker. It was slightly snowing outside, and it looked beautiful. Unfortunately, we couldn’t stay out for long. We each grabbed a bag from the car and walked inside.

“So, this is the famous bunker,” Kevin said. “Where are we?”

“Lebanon, Kansas,” replied Sam, “The Men of Letters described it as the exact center of the United States.”

“Men of Letters?” I echoed.

“They were a group of people who studied the supernatural, but felt that they were too superior to hunters to do any killing,” Dean explained.

“Hey, Y/N, show Kevin where he will be staying,” Sam instructed. I motioned for him to follow me, and we walked down the hall. As we got further away, the brothers started to argue again. I rolled my eyes.

“Brothers. Whadya gonna do?” I opened the door to his room and flicked on the lights. “Here we are.” The room was empty except for a bed and a small dresser. The sheets were not yet assembled but were folded pristinely on the bed. “Sorry, I figured that it would be set up already. I’ll get that done right now.” I rushed over to the bed to make it.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Let me help.” He walked over and as we made the bed he said, “I’m a little confused. You resemble Dean a lot, but the age difference is not making sense to me.”

“Oh, no. I’m not related to them. They took me in almost two years ago. It’s a long story.” I looked down at the bed as I finished putting the covers on the last pillow.

“Well, we got time,” Kevin pointed out. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. “As long as the door is open, we can’t get in trouble.” We both laughed as I sat down next to him. I explained to him my past from the car crash to living with Bobby to the boys picking me up. He seemed to listen intently to every word as if it were the most captivating music he had ever heard. Then it was his turn to share. He told me that his whole life he was preparing to go to college. He took every AP course provided at his school, and he played cello for the Advanced Orchestra. Then, one night, he was in his room studying when he got struck by lightning. He woke up with the urge to find something, but he didn’t know what. When he finally found the tablet, he met Sam, Dean, Castiel, and a demon named Meg, all looking for the same Demon Tablet.

“I was scared out of my mind!” Kevin described in detail his traumatizing experience all the way up to this morning. “And then you guys walked through the door, and here I am.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you are a prophet,” I confessed.

“You and me both,” he replied. We both laughed but quickly grew silent when we overheard bickering once again.

“Dean, I told you! Don’t touch my computer!”

“I didn’t touch your computer!”

“Then why is it frozen on Busty Asian Beauties dot com?” I exhaled loudly. I hated when they fought about useless things. I knew what was in the back of both of their minds, but they were both too stubborn to bring up what the real issue was.

I nodded at Kevin to come back to the Library in hopes that us being in the same room would shut them up. We walked in, and they immediately stopped.

“So, what do you think, Kevin?” Sam asked.

“It’s definitely an improvement,” Kevin replied.

“Well, you should probably get to work,” Dean pointed out. Kevin’s head fell ever so slightly.

“Yeah, ok. I’ll get right on it then.” Kevin dragged his feet as he left the room to again be consumed by strenuous mental exertion. The three of us remained in the room standing there silently. I could tell that the brothers had reached the silent treatment stage of their argument. I figured that I would bring up an idea that could make them feel a lot better.

“Hey, guys?”

“What’s up, Y/N?” Dean asked, a tint of exasperation in his voice.

“So, it’s the holiday season,” I began, “and I know that last year we didn’t celebrate and stuff due to a lot going on, but I was thinking that maybe”

“Y/N,” Sam cut me off, “Christmas is just not something we do. We haven’t exactly had great Christmas experiences.”

“Yeah, it’s not like we have a reason to be jolly or decorate like festive idiots.” Dean laughed humorlessly.

“Well, maybe we could make this one a good one,” I suggested.

“We have too much on our plates right now. We can’t just drop what we are doing,” Sam tried to reason.

“But”

“Y/N, it’s not gonna happen, so drop it.” Dean snapped.

“I was just trying to help,” I muttered as I left the room.

******

The next week and a half dragged for what seemed like ages. Every morning we would all wake up at 8:00 and head to the kitchen to find Dean making breakfast. We would all eat our breakfast in silence. Kevin had already started decrypting the tablet, and Sam was on his computer looking for a case. Dean would bring in the newspaper for the day and hand it to me to search through the news stories and obituaries for anything unusual. All day, every day, we all worked in silence. During lunch and dinner, there would be occasional small talk.

“Anybody find anything?” Sam would ask every time.

“No” we would all respond. We all went back to work after dinner. By 10:00, Sam, Dean, and I would head to our rooms, but not before failing to convince Kevin to get some rest. The brothers always found something to fight about, from not leaving enough space in the hall to walk or making unsolicited noises.

Finally, five days from Christmas, we were all in the library working on our respective tasks in silence. I scanned the newspaper when something strange caught my eye. I read it again and again hoping that I wasn’t simply making it up.

“Guys, Guys, Guys!” I yelled as I stood up.

“Woah, Y/N, you good?” Dean asked. All three of them stared at me like I was having a panic attack.

“I found something,” I explained. “Children have been going missing about three hours from here.”

“Y/N,” Dean began, “that’s sad and all but a couple missing kids hardly sounds like—”

“Try 40 kids in four days,” I countered. The brothers looked up at me surprised.

“What? Did you read that right?” Dean asked as he ripped the newspaper from my hands.

“Look, it says they are calling it a full-on phenomenon.”

“Where is this happening?” Sam asked.

“Wichita.”

“Alright, ladies,” Dean smirked as Sam shot him a dirty look. “Let’s pack up. Kevin, you will be fine here, right? We have loads of food in the kitchen, so you should be set.”

Kevin nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

“Great. Y/N, Sam, we leave in 20.” The three of us packed our stuff quickly and headed out to the Impala. Sam put his hand on the passenger door.

“Sam, stop.”

“What, Y/N?” he asked confused.

“I call the front.”

“HA! That’s a good one.”

“I’ll fight you for it.”

“Y/N, I’m not gonna fight—” He stopped when he watched me position myself for a rock-paper-scissors duel. It was a risk, no doubt. Sam was the undefeated champion, but I knew this was the only way to sit shotgun. He slowly held out his hands, a cocky grin growing on his face. Dean judged carefully the whole situation as we roshamboed.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” We threw our hands out. I looked down and was shocked with the result. Sam chose paper, and I chose scissors. I could not believe it. Sam’s mouth gaped wide open. Dean burst out with laughter.

“Dude, you’re in the backseat!” He turned to give me a high five. “Welcome to the front, sweetheart.” Sam’s head hung so low as he slumped into the back and slammed the door shut.

“Is Sam pouting? Aww, is Sammy being a sore loser?” I mocked as I sat down in front of him.

“Shut up” was all he said. Dean and I laughed as we pulled out of the lot and headed to Wichita, “Seven Nation Army” by the White Stripes kicking off our three-hour drive.

Chapter 3

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Part Three: A Light At The End Of The Tunnel. (The Great Escapist S08E21)

Episode Summary: When Sam, Dean and the reader receive a distressing video message from Kevin Tran, they set about trying to uncover the third trial. The boys and the reader make a discovery that sends them to a casino in Colorado, to find a mysterious recluse who may be able to fill in the holes in Kevin’s research. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3,923.

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It took you a second to figure out what was going on; you were staring down the barrel of a loaded rifle, that was being held by who you could only guess was the angel you had been searching for. Part of you was taken back to see who was standing on the other side of the weapon with his finger on the trigger. Angels were arrogant creatures who thought they were high and mighty, involved themselves in your business when they thought it would benefit them. And always loved to put on a show with their abilities to prove how powerful they were compared to a couple of measly humans. Metatron didn’t fit the bill. Hell, he took you off guard for how you found him. Hiding away in a hotel surrounded by what you could only guess was thousands of books as his only company and a rifle and his weapon of choice against you.

While you knew the person holding the weapon still pointed at yourself and the boys, the angel didn’t seem to recognize the three faces you guessed every one of his brothers and sisters knew by now. Not only because of the things you had done over the years and the few you killed, you had a bad reputation among them that didn’t leave a warm greeting. Dean found the person he was staring at not who he was expecting, in how all of this was going down. You furrowed your brow slightly as you continued to stare at the face of who Metatron had picked as his vessel. Something about him seemed oddly familiar. But you couldn’t put you finger on why. 

“Metatron? This is Metatron?” Dean couldn’t help himself but ask. “This is Metatron?”

“Sit down.” You quickly looked over your shoulder when you heard Metatron’s voice from behind you, suddenly standing with the rifle to your back. Knowing you weren’t in the position to try and talk your way out of this one, you slowly backed yourself up until you felt the back of your legs hit what felt to be a chair. You eased yourself down while the boys chose a spot on a table cluttered with even more books. “Who sent you?”

You weren’t exactly caught what the angel had said, you winced slightly when you noticed the ringing in your ears had come back. Even louder than before. You clutched part of your head to try and cope with the pain. “We came on our own. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You had to shout in order to just hear yourself talking that sounded like a muffled noise to you. “These are the Winchesters.”

“I’m Dean.” The oldest Winchester introduced himself first and then his brother to save you the trouble. “And this is Sam.” 

“You work for Michael?” Metatron asked all of you. You furrowed your brow even tighter as you struggled to figure out what exactly he was trying to say, attempting to read his lips as you saw him shift the gun toward your direction. “Or Lucifer?”

“What, you really haven’t heard of us?” You shouted your own question back at him, smiling to yourself. “What kind of angel are you? All of your kind hate me. And not to mention—these are the freaking Winchesters.”

“Michael and Lucifer—those dudes are in the deep fryer.” Dean answered the angel.

“Yeah. We put them there ourselves.” You added on, still shouting to hear yourself talk over the ringing in your ears that felt like it was growing louder with each passing moment. 

“What about Gabriel and Raphael?” Metraon asked about more of his fellow brothers. 

“Dead.” You responded back. 

“You really don’t know all of this?” Sam asked the angel, finding it all rather strange. 

Metatron shook his head, “I’ve been very careful.” 

“Hey, can you—can you turn that down?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask for a favor from the angel, hoping he might be able to do something about the ringing in your ears you couldn’t handle anymore. 

“Turn what dow—oh.” Metatron wondered for a second what exactly what you were talking about, until he figured out exactly why you were acting so strange. He lowered the rifle so it was next to his side. “You’re resonating.”

“Resonating?” Dean repeated the word he heard the angel speak, not liking the sound of it. “What do you mean, resonating?”

“You've undertaken the trials. You're trying to pull one of the great levers, aren't you?” Metatron asked you, ignoring the older Winchester’s concern. He sounded curious and even the slightest bit intrigued. You guessed for someone of your nature. And the condition you were in might have raised a brow here and there. You nodded your head. “You're pretty far along, too. You get that far along, you start resonating with the Word. Or with its source on the material plane. With me.”

“You said you were being careful.” Sam spoke up, going back to what the angel had mentioned earlier. “Careful how?”

“I’m not one of them. I���m not an archangel. I’m really more run-of-the-mill. I worked in the secretarial pool before God chose me to take down the word. Anyway, he seemed very worried about his work, what would happen to it when he left, so he had me write down instructions.  Then he was gone.” Metatron told you about how he landed himself being God’s personal writer. 

He grabbed a chair and took a seat across from the three of you. You shifted slightly in your seat when you noticed he nonchalantly wheeled around the rifle without much thought, almost forgetting that it was fully loaded. “After that, the archangels took over. They cried, and they wailed. They wanted their father back. I mean, we all did. But then they started to scheme. The archangels decided if they couldn’t have Dad, they’d take over the universe themselves. But they couldn’t do anything that big without the word of God. So I began to realize that maybe they would realize...they needed me.”

“So, you got a ruffle in your feathers and you just decide to disappear, go stick your head in the sand forever?” Dean asked the angel, wanting to make sure what he just heard was correct. Metatron nodded his head ever so slowly. “You have no idea what’s been going on out there?”

“Nope.” Metatron said, shaking his head. And looking rather happy with his ignorance about the world around him. Something about the expression on his face rubbed you the wrong way. It started to make you angry about his blissful ignorance. “That’s the whole point.” 

“So you have been held up here or in a wigwam, or before that, in some cave, listening to stories, reading books?” Dean asked the angel. 

“And it was something to watch. What you brought to His earth—all the mayhem, the murder, just the raw, wild invention of God’s naked apes—it was mind-blowing. But really, really...it was your storytelling. That is the true flower of free will, at least as you’ve mastered it so far.” The angel got back up to his feet while he discussed his only true love of what humanity created. As  if you couldn’t tell from the books surrounding the place. “When you create stories, you become Gods of tiny, intricate dimensions unto themselves. So many worlds. I have read as much as it’s possible for an angel to read, and I haven’t caught up.”

"You know what?" You waited a second before speaking up after hearing what Metatron had to say. He was your final hope for figuring out the last trial and shutting the gates of hell. But it turned out he was like the rest of his siblings. You were tired of having people more powerful than you stand back and get their own way. You were putting your foot down. Even if it meant you had to say a few things you didn’t want to. "Pull the trigger."

“What?” Metatron was confused at the words that just came out of your mouth. 

“Pull the freaking trigger…” You slowly pushed yourself up to your feet and began walking over to him, ignoring the boys’ attempt at trying to get you to sit back down before you got yourself hurt. You doubt this angel had it in him to hurt you and your unborn child. He wouldn’t. Because he didn’t have the guts to get his hands dirty. “You cowardly piece of garbage.” 

“Hey—” Dean tried his hardest to sit back down before you could do something stupid, but there was no way he was going to get you to back off. 

“All the time you’ve been hiding here, how much suffering have you read over? These books that you love so much—it’s not all just fiction. Where do you think people come up with these ideas? Why do you think we write in the first place? So we can hide from our suffering. Make worlds better than our own. Humanity’s been suffering for so long. How much of it has been at the hands of your kind?!” You knew you were letting your emotions get the best of you, but you didn’t care. You roughly grabbed the barrel of the gun and pointed it at your chest. You smirked to yourself at the look on his face at the move he wasn’t expecting from you. “I bet you probably look at me like I’m a speck on humanity. A monster created by Lucifer. I agree with you. But you know what I see when I look at you? A coward.”

You let the insult sink deep into his mind, wanting to show him how you viewed him. How much damage he was inflicting on the creatures he only loved for one thing. “You have so much power to do good...and yet you choose to sit here in your safe little world. Reading fictional stories of people that aren’t real when there are billions of stories out there! Stories rich with things writers could only dream about capturing into words. And I bet you would love it. But that would mean sticking your head out and having to face the mess your siblings made.” You mocked him for the choices he made, wanting to show him just the slightest amount of frustration you were feeling at the moment. “At least I’m doing something to make sure my child has a better life than mine. I’m sure you’re familiar with my story. But you know what story I want you to hear? It’s about a kid named Kevin Tran.” 

“He was a good, straight-A kid, and then he got sucked into all of this angel crap and became a prophet of the word of God—your prophet.” Dean continued on with the story about the kid who was thrown into this lifestyle without a choice. Who lost his mother and his own life, despite all of your attempts to make sure his was safe. While the angel in front of you did nothing but kick up his feet up with a book and continued to ignore the world around him. “And you should have been looking out for him, but no! Instead, you’re here, holed up, reading books.”

“He’s dead now because of you.” You said. You let the news sink in, watching as his face slowly began to fall at hearing the life of a prophet translating his work caused his own life. It was all of your faults for the choices you made, Metatron’s as well. While he sat on his ass reading his books and pretending the real world didn’t exist, the life of a was taken.  “Did any of your books teach you about guilt? About the feeling of someone’s blood on your own hands?”

Metatron was your last hope at trying to figure out the third trial and closing the gates of hell. You thought making him realize the damage he was inflicting and how much good he could give to the world might change his mind. All you wanted was the third trial. But he offered you so much more. He offered you a chance at getting back the kid who helped you in the first place, Kevin. It seemed his story never ended, someone just wanted to make an unexpected appearance. You knew Crowley was behind this all along, but you were stupid to think he would have killed his favorite prophet. The details didn't matter to you. All you cared about was the kid sitting in the chair you had been in just a few minutes ago. 

You felt a sigh of relief finally escape from you at the sight of Kevin back in your sight. Metatron used some of his angelic powers to get the kid out from Crowley's grasp before he could really end up dead. He was in worse shape from the last time you saw him, but the bruises on his body slowly faded away when the angel placed a hand on the kid's chest and healed him from the inside out. 

“Is that it?” Dean couldn’t help himself but ask, wondering if things were going to finally be okay for once. “Is he good?”

“Give him a minute.” Metatron said. 

You and Sam decided to keep an eye out for any sort of progress on Kevin and greet him when he finally came back around. Metatron stepped away and headed to the kitchen area, Dean followed behind a few seconds after, having a few questions of his own. He lingered in the doorway, watching as the angel grabbed himself a cup. 

“How did you get past Crowley’s angel warding?” Dean curiously asked. 

“I’m the scribe of God.” Metatron answered with a shrug. “I erased it.” 

“But you saw, right? I mean you’re caught up on everything that’s been going on, all the crap that your brethren’s been doing to humanity all of this time?” The older Winchester wondered, hoping all the gaps and messes made over the years were 

“I saved the boy, didn’t I?” Metatron answered the hunter’s question with another.

“But are you in? With us, I mean.” Dean asked the angel straight out. Angels didn’t do things for them out of the kindness of their own cold stone hearts. It always came with a price. However it seemed on the surface Metatron was different from his siblings. He didn’t want anything from them and he didn’t need help getting something. He just wanted an answer to his question. 

“Y/N really intends on closing the doors of hell?” Metatron wondered for himself. 

“It’s not my first choice, but things didn’t work out the way I wanted. She feels like it’s her...duty. After everything she was put through by them, she wants to make sure no more evil comes out of that place.” Dean said. He turned his head and spotted you standing there with your arms crossed over your chest, staring intently at the prophet and waiting for any kind of sign he was going to wake up. His eyes slowly drifted to the bump that stuck out like a sore thumb. The reason why you were doing this in the first place. “Seems like the thing to do, don’t it?”

“Character redemption arc. Do good in order to wash away the evil created. It’s her choice, taking on this journey. Especially in the condition she’s in. And that’s what this has all been about—the choices your kind makes.” Metatron said. Dean turned his head to look back at the angel to head what he was saying. “But you're gonna have to weigh that choice. Ask yourself, 'What is it going to take to do this,' and 'What will the world be like after it's done?'" 

Dean wondered for a second what the angel might have meant by those words, before he could ask any questions to dig further, his attention was pulled away by the sound of Sam’s voice coming from the other room. He headed over to see what the fuss was about. A smile began to creep at the ends of his lips at the sight of Kevin slowly coming back around to consciousness. For a while Dean thought the kid was long gone. He felt a sense of relief come over him at the sight of him back in his sight, safe and okay. 

“Kevin? Hey.” Dean placed a hand on the chair and leaned down just enough to get a better view on the kid, watching as he slowly began to come back around, smiling at him. The older man let out a chuckle. “We thought we lost you, kiddo.” 

“I’m good.” Kevin reassured all of you. He pulled something out from his button up, an object that had been a pain in the ass for months now. You felt your lips stretch wider at the sight of the demon tablet. “Second half of the tablet, and I got it. Third trial. I didn’t tell Crowley.”

“So what is it?” You asked, eager to hear the very last step you had to do.

“To cure a demon.” 

You looked over to see Metatron had given you the final step in closing the gates of hell. He stood on the other side of the room, his attention on the prophet he saved from the clutches of Crowley. “Yeah.” Kevin agreed. He looked over at the stranger and gave him a confused look, wondering for a second what the hell was going on. “Who are you?”

+ + +

For the first time in forever, you felt like you were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. You had been spending these last few months struggling with the idea that all of this was happening. But it was. And the truth was approaching you faster than you could process. You were on your final step to closing the gates of hell. And you were going to have a real family in just a little over three months. A little baby who wasn't ever going to know about the monsters that haunted you all of your entire life. Hell, there was going to be future generations of children and their families who weren't going to fall into the same routine like the Winchester’s. All of this wasn't a fantasy you told yourself. It was actually happening. 

Before you came on the trip you were feeling run down and not like yourself, there was no way of denying that from how the trials were taking a toll on your body. You didn't exactly picture this was how your pregnancy was going to go. However now that you knew what the third trial was, you could figure it out and get it done. After that, you could finally let out a breather and get back to your life. Well, it was a hopeful thought. You still remembered the warnings Cas had given you about how the trials were taking a toll on your body, there was a part of you that knew it was all going to be okay. Like you said to yourself earlier when you were remembering all those things, you had to suffer before you could get better. You needed to get...clean. 

“Cure a demon? Okay, ignoring the fact that I have no idea what that means, if we do this, does that mean you’ll get better, right?” Dean’s voice broke you out of your concentration and brought your gaze up forward. He was happy about the lead all of you had, but there was still an angle of uncertainty about what all of you were walking into. “I mean, you’ll stop trying to cough up a lung and bumping into furniture?”

“I feel better, if I’m being honest, just having a direction to move in.” You told the boys.

“Well, good,” Dean felt a little bit of relief at hearing your second wind coming through for the things you were about to be up against. “‘cause where we’re headed doesn’t sound like a picnic.”  

“I could say that about something else.” You joked to yourself. You placed a hand on your bump and smiled softly. "I don't care what I have to do. We're heading somewhere. The end.” 

Curing a demon felt like something odd to say for a hunter. All though you knew a way to make one of those black eyed monsters was to send them to hell and twist their soul until it was dark as night, you knew there were other ways to do so. You softly bit the inside of your cheek and wondered to yourself about what this meant. You knew your father was a human who was turned into a demon...that was somehow turned into a human again. You thought back to what Abbadon had said to you when you first met her. 

“Let’s just say I gave him a punishment that fit the crime. Your daddy wasn’t a very nice man.” You were still trying to figure out what that meant. He was a Men of Letters just like the boys’ grandfather, working on some big special project nobody knew about. Whatever it was, hell didn’t like it. And they wanted to make him one of them. Part of you wondered if he was the key to stopping all of this. 

You were torn out from your thoughts when you felt the Impala suddenly coming to a  screeching stop when Dean slammed his foot on the break. You quickly placed a hand on the front seat and steadied yourself while Dean attempted to swerve away from the person lying in the middle of the road. When the car was stopped and in park, you looked forward to see it was a familiar face you hadn't seen in weeks. You felt a rush of panic come over you as you got out of the car as fast as you could at the sight of a familiar face, bloody and beaten from what you could tell from the Impala’s headlights in the darkness of the night. 

“Cas?!” You called out the angel’s name 

You hadn’t seen him in weeks after he took the angel tablet and ran for the hills. Not a single call or peep had come out from him. You were worried about him, and it seemed the worst had happened to him. You studied his bloody and battered face from the pavement as you stood next to the backseat door, keeping a cautious distance from the angel. He had been messed with by other angels, and while he was supposedly free, it wasn’t the first time Cas had ran off and did things for his own agenda and not caring about his friends. But it seemed you had your old Cas back. 

“A little help here?”

You and the boys shared an uneasy look about what was happening all of a sudden. You shrugged your shoulders, staying back while the boys went over to help the angel back up to his feet. You were overjoyed to see Cas again. But there was another part of you that was angry. Betrayed at how he vanished into thin air. You had so much going on right now. You didn’t have time to deal with whatever crap he landed himself in. You were so close to getting what you wanted, there was nothing standing in your way of closing the gates of hell and shutting away the very thing that has haunted you. 

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my f/o’s

hey! these are my f/os. i love them very much, but i’m comfortable sharing them!!!

romantic f/os:

wade wilson/deadpool and vanessa carlysle (x-men) #3 piece puzzle

steven rogers/captain america and james buchanan barnes/the winter soldier (mcu) #soldier boys

loki laufeyson (mcu)

thor odinson (mcu) #thunderstorm lullabies

charles xavier and erik lehnsherr (x-men) #the theory of evolutionary idiocracy

logan/james howlett/wolverine (x-men)

nico di angelo (percy jackson) #we’re gay you can’t kill us

draco malfoy (harry potter) #sleeping dragons

sirius black and remus lupin (harry potter) #gay magic furry squad

the doctor, rose tyler, and jack harkness (doctor who/torchwood) #little sleeping beauty, the big bad wolf, and the time(less) men

lucifer (supernatural) #yeah he’s the devil but he got me ice cream

gabriel (supernatural) #kiss me sweetly, angel

spencer reid (criminal minds) #hyperfixate on me baby

jack sparrow (pirates of the carribean) #sea shanties and a little to much alcohol

legolas (the lord of the rings) #i’d touch the stars for you

fili and kili (the hobbit) (no incest broski)#beef stew except no celery

magnus and alec (shadowhunters) #heck yeah baby cry on my shoulder

sherlock and john (bbc’s sherlock) #iq almost as high as me

klaus hargreeves (the umbrella academy) #pink umbrellas

familial f/os:

tony stark (adoptive father) (mcu) #iron promise

natasha romanoff (mcu)

virginia potts (mcu)

bruce banner (mcu)

clint barton (mcu)

james rhodes (uncle rhodey) (mcu)

morgan stark (little sister) (mcu)

peter parker (mcu)

jessica jones (mcu)

luke cage (mcu)

matthew murdoc (mcu)

peter quill (mcu)

drax (mcu)

mantis (mcu)

negasonic teenage warhead and yukio (x-men)

kitty pryde (x-men)

colossus (x-men)

leo valdez (percy jackson)

grover (percy jackson)

chiron (percy jackson)

newt scamander (harry potter)

james and lily potter (harry potter)

luna lovegood (harry potter)

peter pettigrew (during school) (harry potter)

sarah jane (doctor who)

amy and rory pond (doctor who)

k-9 (doctor who)

the tardis (doctor who)

dean and sam winchester (supernatural)

castiel (supernatural)

charlie bradbury (supernatural)

kevin tran (supernatural)

crowley (supernatural)

bobby singer (supernatural)

aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

gandalf (the lord of the rings)

balin (the hobbit)

bilbo baggins (the hobbit)

bruce wayne (dcu)

diana prince (dcu) #my mom’s a demigod!!!