#winchester brothers xreader

[lostgirl677]

Home alone

One-shot

Winchester Brothers x Little sister! Reader

Masterlist

Request : Heyy, how are you doing? I was wondering if I could request for supernatural:3Maybe something where reader is Sam and Dean's little sister (13/14) and it's set on the first episode maybe.So, basically Sam leaves her home alone because he's going hunting with Dean, she finds out just in the morning because he hasn't left a note or anything and she starts to panic, but then she calls them and they calm her down?It's ok if you can't or don't take requests, I Hope you have a wonderful day! Remember to take care of yourself:3

A/N: Sorry it took a long time. I really do hope you'll like it. Maybe it won't be exactly how you expected it.

My eyes slowly opened as the birds sang softly near my window. I began to wipe the fatigue from my eyes as I sat up in bed. I had the weirdest dream last night. One where Dean entered the flat by a window and took Sam with him to find dad. It surely meant that I missed my dad and my brother after four years without seeing them. And Sam barely mentioning them nowadays didn’t help. As the drowsiness of sleep faded, I became aware of my surroundings and noticed that the apartment was eerily quiet this morning. This silence could only indicate two things: either it was very early, or I slept in. By the window, I could see that the sun was already up. I then decided to check my alarm to finally know what time it was. It was 8 AM. At least, I didn’t oversleep. Stretching my legs, I got up and made my way to the kitchen. Passing by the living room, I noticed that everything has been left untouched since yesterday. The coffee table was still covered in books and notebooks as well as various uncorked markers left haphazardly here and there. It was curious, since Sam was pretty much the tidy type, unlike Dean and I. I definitely won’t miss the opportunity to remind him that for once I was not the one leaving a mess behind.

But weirder, when I arrived in the kitchen I saw various cups and plates left on the table and the sink. Sam and Jess would never leave such a mess behind them. But they were probably still drunk from last night. “Sam? Jess?” I finally called. The silence was deafening. I thought for a second that maybe one of them was in the bathroom. So I came to the bathroom door and knocked softly. “Sam? Jess? Are you in there?” But again, complete silence was the only answer I got. There wasn’t even a water noise or the sound of someone brushing their teeth. There was only one room left, Sam and Jess’s. Maybe they were the ones oversleeping? I finally came to their room’s door. As I approached, I immediately noticed the absence of snoring noise. I then knocked on the door. I was once again met with utter silence. Frustration was slowly building in me. So I slowly opened the door and said “I’m coming inside! If I catch you doing something unsuitable for my innocent eyes, I won't be the most embarrassed!”. But, once the door was opened, I only saw a neatly made bed and an empty room.

I let out a rather loud sigh as I closed the door behind me. Maybe they went to the grocery store, or the library? I refuse to think about anything worse. But they would never leave me without at least a little note somewhere. So,  I made my way back to the kitchen to check the fridge to see if they left me a note. But there wasn’t anything in the fridge door or anywhere else. My heartbeat increased with each passing second. Panic was overtaking me and the worst case scenarios ran in my mind. What if something happened to them? What if our old ‘lifestyle’ finally caught up to us? Anxiety was slowly overwhelming me. But I tried to reassure myself and immediately thought about the table next to the door. I practically ran like a maniac toward it, in hope of finding something. But my hopes were crushed when I didn’t find a single note on the little notepad.

My last option was the phone. Thankfully, the little red light was flickering, indicating that someone had left a message. I pushed the button and silently prayed. But when I played the voicemail, I noticed that there wasn’t any message coming from Sam or Jess. I tried to call Jess and Sam right away. But I managed to get voicemail for both of them. “Sam, please! At least tell me you’re okay. I’m anxious. Please call me back soon!” I was really having trouble breathing. I let myself slide down the wall behind me and ended up sitting on the cold wooden floor. The flood of scary thoughts came back to torment me.

I always knew what lurked in the dark. Dad had made sure of it since I was little. Hell, he practically handed me a dagger when I told him I was afraid of monsters under my bed. Thankfully, Dean and Sam always made me feel safe. Even if I was only their half-sister, Dean and Sam were always there with me and never ostracized me for not having the same mother. If anything happened to them, I didn’t know what I would do. When Sam left for Stanford, he took me with him, leaving Dean and dad behind. They were always on my mind and I missed them everyday, especially Dean. He raised me more than dad ever did. I often had nightmares where something bad happened to them. What if it already happened and Sam was the next to die? What if…? My fear overwhelmed me and clouded my mind with the most horrific visions of my family’s corpses.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the phone ringing. Without even thinking, I jumped and threw myself on the phone. “Y/N?” His voice made my heart jump. “Sam?! Where are you? Are you okay? Where’s Jess?” I blurted out in haste, almost out of breath. “Easy, Y/N. Everything’s okay. Jess is at the library. She probably forgot to tell you, sorry. She’ll come back soon. I’m…” There was another male voice interrupting him. I recognized it right away. “Dean?! Oh my god, Dean! I’m so glad to hear your voice. I missed you so much.” I practically screamed on the phone. I heard a bit of bickering when Dean took the phone.”Happy to hear your voice too, sis. I miss you too.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I never felt more relieved in my life. But suddenly, I realized that if these two were together, it meant that something bad happened. “What happened?”, I asked anxiously. There was a bit of silence before Dean replied “Well, dad didn’t come back from one of his hunts. So I came to your apartment last night to get Sam’s ass in the car and try to find dad.” So, I heard them last night. I thought that it was a dream.

“But, why didn’t you take me with you?” I asked and I knew that hurt was evident in my voice when I heard him sigh. “Listen Y/N, we didn’t want you involved in this. You finally have a normal life and we couldn't take it away from you just like that. It’s just another hunt involving what we think is a kind of ghost. It’s basically milk run for us. Soon, I’ll drive Sam back and you’ll keep living your life as if nothing happened.” “A normal life?! Are you kidding? I still sleep with a dagger under my pillow, just in case.” I heard Dean taking a deep breath. He was probably looking for a witty comeback , as always. But before he could answer, I heard Sam. “Y/N, we’re really sorry. But we didn’t know whether it was dangerous or not. We can’t risk losing our baby sis. Dean and I are going to be careful and I promise we’ll be back soon.” “We? Dean will join us?” I asked, hopeful. There was a bit of silence before I heard Dean reply “Well, we’ll see kiddo. It’s up to Sammy.” I heard Sam protesting at the nickname. “I just want to have my brothers with me.” I said, my voice cracking a bit. “I know, sweetheart.”, said Dean in a breath. “It’s a matter of days, I promise. We’ll find that bitch’s corpse, salt and burn it. We’ll be with you in no time.” He said in a reassuring tone. I smiled a little, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “What about dad?” I finally asked. “He can’t be that far. Don’t worry.”, said Sam. “Also, I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note. I didn't have the time.”, he added. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. Just promise me you’ll both be careful and come back safe.” “We promise.”, they said in unison. “And please, update me whenever you can. I love you, goofs.” I heard them laugh. “Okay. We love you too, sis. See you soon.”, said Dean. And they hung up the phone.

I fell back on the floor, half relieved and half anxious. Trouble was definitely on the way, but at least, they were okay. I just had to wait for their next call. A sudden noise made me jump. To my relief, it was Jess. “Hey, Y/N! Sorry I didn’t tell you I was going to the library. But I figured that you would forgive me if I came back with your favorite pie.”, she said while shaking a bag. I got up and hugged her. She hugged me back while laughing a little “Wow. I know you love pie but not at this point.” She didn't know how  happy I was to see her. 

 Timeskip

Fire, fire everywhere. Jess was on the ceiling, burning and bleeding. I couldn’t do anything to help her. Dean had to grab both Sam and I before fire could attain us. Her face, her cries for help, it was replaying in my mind endlessly. I would never be able to forget it. 

Dean sat me on the curb, in the midst of the chaos around us. “Y/N, are you okay?”, he asked with a concerned voice. I vaguely nodded my head, still in shock. I couldn't even cry. I threw a glance at Sam. He was devastated. He was crying hard while clinging to me as if he was afraid I would disappear. They finally both took me in their arms. I missed that. But it was sad to have to wait for such a tragedy to finally have my brothers with me. After a moment, Dean sighed and  said “ I guess you’ll have to come with us, now.” And in no time, I was on the backseat of the Impala while Dean was driving to our next destination. 

@hobby27 @deans-spinster-witch

[kailspider]

my artist- dean winchester x reader

Summary: It was early september, but this didn’t stop you from getting into the spooky mood early. What happens when you find out dean has never carved a pumpkin before?

Requested: no

Warnings: use of sharp items such as knives and other tools.

“That’s it for today, you are all dismissed” your professor said with a wave of his hands. You immediately got a sudden burst of the energy and made your way towards the exit. Searching through the pockets of your jacket you finally found your phone. A picture of you and dean spread across your lock screen and it made you happy thinking about how lucky you were.

When you got into the parking lot by the entrance of the school you heard music being blasted from a car, not just any music, deans favorite music. It made you sad on how you haven't been able to see him in months due to hunting. Sometimes you wish that you could hear his voice, then the sound of your name could be heard slightly. 

“y/n!” 

you laughed to yourself slightly, I’m going crazy now.. great. Then again but slightly louder,

“y/n!” 

wait a minute, I wasn’t going crazy, it actually was dean. 

I turned to face where the noise was coming from and saw my two favorite people in front of one of my university buildings. I ran without even thinking first, my legs sort of did this for me. I was soon met by the arms of his leather jacket wrapped around me. The cold piece of his necklace resting on my forehead, and of course his cologne smell encircling me. 

After what felt like ages, I moved to get a squeeze of the other brother in.

Soon we traveled back home to have a “catching-up” movie night. I grabbed blanket’s, pillows, and changed into one of his t-shirts and some sweatpants. When I re-entered the living room the sound of a petty argument was heard clearly, oh man how I missed this.

The argument was solely based on what movie we were watching. Since none of us could choose like normal human beings we thought of the only way to decide. Rock, Paper, Scissors. Obviously dean lost first he always chooses scissors, then me and sam went on many rounds before I won. I chose Halloween, the original one of course.

About halfway through the movie, the popcorn bowl was fully gone and there were wrappers everywhere from our favorite snacks. As my head laid on dean's lap, he inched closer to the screen looking at a detail in the movie, he then  broke the silence,

“How come they always have a pumpkin in this movie? Do you make pie out of it?” he asked sarcastically.

I looked at sam then back at him, was he being serious right now? 

“Have you never carved a pumpkin before?” I said shockingly,

He of course had to have a sarcastic come back, “No I’ve never carved a pumpkin before” he said in a mocking tone. I pushed myself off the floor and stared at them both who were waiting for me to explain what it was.

 No wonder sam hated halloween for more than one major reason. These boys were deprived of any childhood traditions.

I paused the movie and ordered sam to run to the store to grab pumpkins, large preferably rounded ones. Of course, to his disbelief they sold actual pumpkins in stores. I ordered dean to pick out his favorite design on the internet to copy.

I prepared the kitchen with knives, carving tool sets, and napkins/trash bags. 

Soon enough everyone was settled with the pumpkins in front of them with aprons on to not stain their clothes. I went through step by step to show them how easy the process was.

First step was to cut the stem off the pumpkin and empty the seed and stems attached inside of it. The smell of pumpkin filled the entire kitchen, the fun part was telling them to stick their hands inside to clean it faster.

Their faces were priceless, the distorted disgusted expressions and the quick flicking of seeds was my favorite part.

A few moments of chasing each other around the island table with “pumpkin guts” on a spoon came up eventually. Laughter erupted as I wiped my slimy hand onto deans face then instantly regretting my choice when he hugged me from behind wiping the excess of it onto my regular clothes.

As silence fell over the table nothing but concentrated looks were found on both brothers faces. The high pitched sound of marker could be heard over and over again as they wanted the design to be perfect. I looked over to see the progress when I laughed unintentionally at deans pumpkin. The carving was unique in it’s own way. 

Dean looked at me and said, 

“You think this is funny? This is the best damn drawing of the impala i've ever done. I’d like to see you do better picasso” he said pouting.

Sam and I giggled. I leaned up on my toes to leave a small peck on the side of his temple just to show him he was appreciated.

Sam had turned his pumpkin to show a classic face cut out almost perfectly, which was not expected less of him. I nodded in approval as he stuck his tongue out in his brothers direction to let him know that somehow that meant I liked his more than my own boyfriends.

As we completed the last finishing details, I could tell they were both very proud of their creations. The camera sound on their phones could be heard multiple times, trying to find the right angle to best show off their new skills.

 As I dragged them both outside and pushed them back, I set the pumpkins down carefully on the porch. I grabbed three candles to illuminate our designs further in the night.

The lighter clicked once more as I moved away from the final flame. I stepped back and fit right in the middle of the both of them. We admired in silence. I smiled to myself as I viewed the artwork of my boys. Their faces couldn't have been more happier as we all were together, once again.

[specialagentlokitty]

CM x SPN x Reader - Hey Brother

Part two:

Hey brother, do you still believe in one another?

Hey sister, do you still believe in love? I wonder

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you

There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do

Spinning around you made quick work of the cuffs keeping Dean chained to the table. Scribbling a note on your notepad you neatly laid your gun and badge upon it, turning to Dean with sad eyes.

“Family is more important the anything.”

Walking to the door you peaked out, no one was there. Taking Deans hand in yours you both bolted to the emergency stairs, running down them and in no time you were out the back of the building, both panting for air.

“Where’s baby?” You gasped.

“Outside your place, I checked there first.”

Nodding you didn’t even bother asking how he knew or why, you took one last look at the building, discarding your phone in the trash. Taking Deans hand again he gave it squeeze. Both of you sprinting away from the building before anyone could see you.

You knew you didn’t have long until they figured it out, so when you reached you apartment you wasted no time in throwing things into bags. Sending Dean for a quick shower to look less bloodied he came back out five minutes later and started to take things down to Baby before coming back up.

“You got everything?”

Glancing around your apartment you nodded, you had everything you needed. Dean stopped you before you could walk past him, a genuine look of regret on his face.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry I’m ripping you away from all of this, it’s nice, what you built...”

“You still believe in me right Dean? You know I’d drop everything at a moments notice for you guys.”

“Yeah I do, you still believe in love right?”

“Yeah Deano, I do, and there’s nothing more important then a brothers love for me.”

Dean smiled softly, pulling you in for a hug where he rested his chin on your head, holding you tightly for the first time in many years. You didn’t hesitate to hug him back, lord knows when you had last seen him, and it had been even longer since you’d last hugged him.

“I missed you kiddo.”

“Me too bro, me too.”

Both of you stood like that for a mement, neither of you willing to move from the other just yet. You were both burning this moment into your heads so you’d never forget it.

The sound of sirens in the distance made you jump, shooting your gaze to Dean. He nodded , grabbing your wrist he led you to baby, she was still and beautiful as ever.

“She hasn’t changed.”

“Not a bit!” He grinned.

The pair of Your climbed in, Dean backed out of the alley carefully and slowly just in time to avoid the cop cars that were swarming where you just were. In the rear view mirror you watched as the sirens faded into nothing, as the city lights faded dim, Deans music the only sound that was made.

“How’d you get so bloody?”

“Demons...”

“That’s our first clue to finding them.”

*CM POV*

JJ listened to you and Dean talk, surely you were baiting him. You two couldn’t really be related right? You didn’t have any siblings.

JJ kept trying to call Hotch but it kept going to voicemail, giving up she phones Rossi instead, explaining the situation to him. Calling the others JJ took her eyes away from you to text Hotch, but when she looked up you were already gone.

“Crap!” She cursed.

Running into the vacant room, JJ’s eyes landed on the notepad. There was something written on it. Removing your gun and badge from the top gently she pick it up, in messy writing you had written;

I’m sorry...

Nothing’s more important then blood, nothing more important then family

“JJ!” Derek yelled.

“I’m here!”

She handed the notepad to him as he ran in, he read it as well, turning to your badge and gun. Rage flashed over his face and Derek hit the wall.

“What was she thinking?!” He snapped.

“Derek I think I know why Dean handed himself in....”

They both jogged to the conference room where they waited for the others. Rossi was the next one in, followed by an upset Garcia and a calm Emily, then Spencer and finally Hotch.

“What happened?”

“Hotch I think Dean handed himself in because he needed help finding his brother.”

“How did he know (Y/N)?” Emily asked.

JJ slid the notepad over for them all to read.

“I’ve already asked for a until to be dispatched to (Y/N)s place, they should be there any minute.”

Every person had a different reaction to the note, to the whole situation.

“What do you know JJ?”

“Well, (Y/N) was acting off when you were questioning Dean, but she wouldn’t tell me. When everyone else went home she stayed behind, asked the guards to leave and slipped into the room so I went to watch. There’s a bit of bad blood between (Y/N) and Dean something about him abandoning her, but the other Winchester, Sam always kept tabs on her. There’s someone else as well, they called him Cas, Dean told her that Sam and this Cas are missing. I think (Y/N) is their sister....”

Everyone went silent, it was a lot to take in. Spencer was the first one to cut the silence.

“Was he lying?”

“No, I think he was telling the truth.”

That’s when her phone rang, picking it up JJ prayed for some good news. But the look on her face said it was anything but that.

“They’ve gone.”

“(Y/N) must have dumped her cell because l can’t track her...” Garcia whispered.

No one knew what to say, suddenly Garcia started to cry. Derek immediately went over to comfort her.

“What if he’s hurting her?! What if they lied to her?! What if we never see her again!? What if-“ “she’s strong, I don’t think he’ll hurt her.” JJ tired to reassure.

The words did nothing to comfort the tech girl as she continued to cry, even to JJ they felt like empty words. They knew what the Winchester’s were capable of, what if he turned on you?

Everyone mumbled to themselves, but went silent when Hotch stood up abruptly and left the room, slamming the door to his office closed he paced the room.

Anger welled up inside Hotch, why would you do this? You were a good agent and you were just going to throw everything away? For some criminal? After everything you and the team had been through? He was hurt deeply, upset not just angry. He didn’t care if you were family, Hotch was determined to find you and get answers. Striding back into the room Hotch thought for a moment.

“Dave, JJ and I will go to her apartment. Reid go through her desk, Garica go through the security cameras see how they got out, Derek and Emily go through the interrogation room recording, look for clues. We touch no new cases until this has been solved understood?”

Every nodded, immediately starting or discussing how they’d go about their tasks, JJ went to get a car ready while Rossi and Hotch stood as the last two in the room. Carefully placing a hand on Hotch’s shoulder, Rossi turned to him.

“I’m sure she has a good reason for this.”

TAGS: @particular-mendess @stiffinme @havlindzk @loveisblindyouidiots @juliawinchesterr @problematicpastry @drakelover78

[mummybear]

He’s not you!

Chapter 3: The truth is a bitch

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of Death think that's it

Words 3,500 ish

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Y/n Singer

The door clicked shut behind him, and you found yourself leaning back against the bed lip between your teeth, as your mind wandered back to just moments ago, a smile quickly breaking through.

You weren't quite sure what you were thinking at that moment, as your fingers skimmed across the skin that his lips had just touched. Part of you wanted him so bad but then there was the part that sensed something was off, with him and the situation you just couldn't put your finger on it.

Getting yourself into your pyjamas, you just put on a pair of old shorts and a tank top, scraping your hair up into a messy bun.

All the while you were trying your hardest to put those thoughts to the very back of your mind. Instead, you tried to focus on the vamps, while you didn't know much you knew that the middle of the night may not have been the best time to go hunting for them.

Taking a deep breath you decided it was probably best to go downstairs, despite your racing mind. You were suddenly very aware of every step that you took, and just how loud they all sounded.

That feeling was back, right in the pit of your stomach, causing your heart to thud hard in your chest, when you heard his voice, deep and commanding as ever.

Dean was practically growling at his brother, the anger rolling off of his tongue with every word he said. "Damn it, Sammy! Just drop it already" Dean's voice thundered through the room.

"Dean, just...." Sam tried, just as you walked into the room.

You quickly noticed the look that Dean shot at Sam, a look which left no room for argument. Sam held his hands up and sighed in defeat, giving you an apologetic glance just as he was leaving the room. He had seemingly dropped whatever subject he and Dean had been talking about before you'd entered the room.

However, one of the first things that you noticed when you looked over at Dean, was how his entire body suddenly stiffened when he noticed you.

"Everything okay Dean?" you asked curiously as walked towards him, concern lacing your tone.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure, I'm fine" Dean replied stiffly, avoiding eye contact with you. Choosing instead to follow his brother out of the room, not waiting for a reply from you.

"Okay then" you sighed to yourself, in a now empty room, opting to follow them both into the kitchen. No matter how awkward the situation, you were starving.

You didn't say a word as you entered the kitchen, you simply pulled up a chair next to Sam, and grabbed a couple of slices of pizza and started to eat. Damn this pizza was good, though at this point you would probably have eaten anything.

Two could play at this game, if Dean was gonna run all hot and cold then so could you. After all, you barely knew the guy, and besides, you needed to keep a level head, focus on this hunt properly. Losing anyone else at this point, well wasn't even an option, no matter who they were.

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you stood from the table and quickly headed over to Bobby's desk, not able to stand the silence. Grabbing a couple of the many books stacked haphazardly, particularly the ones that looked as if they might contain anything related to vampires.

While you had done ridiculous amounts of research, prior to heading to Bobby's, but you were always very well prepared, and a little more certainly wouldn't hurt.

Heading back over to the table, you placed your books down beside your plate, opening the top one, you ignored the curious looks from the guys, absorbed in reading, as the guys carried on chatting between them.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you read a particular part that made you smile because you had remembered your dad joking. He had warned you to make sure you took the head clean off, because you didn't want a nearly headless vamp chasing you around. You had laughed so hard every time, so much so that you gave you yourself hiccups.

Every memory was good that involved that joke, all except one. In fact, it was the last time he had told it to you because you had made the mistake of asking him to teach you again, you wanted to learn more than just the basics of hunting.

You just wanted to learn from the man you considered to be your hero, the person that you trusted more than anyone else on the entire planet.

He had only ever let you help on the easy hunts, where you basically watched him do all the work, and then you tried to help him and just got pushed behind him, or the ones with just a straight-forward salt and burn.

Then there was the constant research, yes you were good at it sure, but it had lead to you needing reading glasses, on the plus side you had learnt a lot. But it wasn't enough, you needed to put it in to practice and you could do more, you just wanted to help him, fight alongside him.

Then when he'd died you had thrown yourself into your hunting, and you had taught yourself, learnt on the job. Yet somehow this was still you first case involving bloodsuckers. Somehow you had managed to avoid the bloodsucking dick bags until now, but this was just a case you couldn't let go.

Sam's giant hand waving in front of your face shook you from your thoughts, "Hmmm, sorry Sam, I guess I just got lost for a minute there" You said sheepishly, a light blush painting your cheeks as you looked over at him.

Sam chuckled at your embarrassment, "Don't worry Y/N, we've all been there before, I was just wondering, how much experience do you have hunting?" he asked curiously, as he grabbed another slice of pizza for himself.

You turned in your seat so that you were facing him and facing away from your books, "Honestly Sam, I really don't have a huge amount, my dad was a little overprotective, but when he died I guess I just threw myself at every hunt going. I was just really careless to start with" you sighed, thinking back to the hunt that almost killed you.

You decided to tell Sam it was probably for the best that they knew, you cleared your throat, Sam waited patiently for you to continue.

"So, I guess that I've been a little worried about going on another case that means so much to me again because the last time I wanted to gank someone this bad, was the case that almost finished me off for good. It was the first case by myself after he had died, I guess I was angry" you said sadly, holding back the tears you cleared your throat.

"Y/N, you really don't have to tell us," Sam said reassuringly.

You could see the obvious concern in his eyes, which only made you want to tell him and Dean more.

You looked over at Dean, who you hadn't looked at since sitting at the table, he had a small comforting smile on his lips, he gave you a nod of his head, "It's okay sweetheart, we understand, if you want to tell us or not it's completely up to you" Dean said kindly, that slight crinkle in the corner of his eyes.

You tried your hardest to ignore the pity in their eyes and their words, to push away that monster inside you, the one that made you push everyone away.

Yet you couldn't, they were being sweet, but you didn't deserve it, and it had gotten worse after your father had died, you refused to let anyone get to close to you. Burying your emotions you threw your wall back up.

"Long and short of it, shapeshifter had turned himself into my dad, it got the best of me and buried a knife into my stomach. But that bastard wasn't laughing when I blew his brains all over the wall" You spat, digging your nails into your palms, as the the images of his stupid face flashed through your mind.

You didn't realise that you had a rather sinister smile on your lips, well not until the boys awkwardly cleared their throats. Causing you to snap back to reality, "Oh, uh sorry" you apologised.

Sam rested a hand on your shoulder as he spoke, "Don't worry really, it happens to the best of us" he said, the understanding was clear by the way he was looking at you.

You missed the look on Dean's face when his brother touched you, but Sam didn't and he remove his hand quickly putting it back on the table. Sam raised his eyebrow at Dean in confusion, you sensed the awkwardness in the room, you thought that maybe you should speak.

"So what should I know about how to tackle vamps?" you questioned, looking between the brothers. While also trying to avoid the odd look passing between them.

"You know what, suddenly I feel sick, and I'm really not in the mood to talk about this. You mind if we tackle this in the morning" Dean ground out, the irritation in his voice clear, though you weren't quite sure why. Dean left no room for you or Sam to say anything, he simply stood quickly from the table and left the room.

"Oh yeah, sure" you uttered quietly, to the space that just seconds ago Dean had been stood.

You looked over at Sam, only to see that he had a similar expression to you, he looked like he was about to speak, but seemed to change his mind at the last minute. You both remained silent, as you listened to Dean's heavy footsteps heading up the stairs.

"What the hell was all that about?" You asked, quickly turning to look at a concerned Sam.

"Honestly Y/N, I really don't know. But I have a feeling that it might be something to do with our last hunt, I can't put my finger on it but he's just been really off since then. He's not been himself." Sam replied a little distant, you could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he spoke.

You waited for him to speak again, unsure what to say to that. Afterall you didn't really know Dean to judge him. "Look Y/N, I'm sorry but would you mind if we left the vamp hunt talk until tomorrow, I just really need to figure out what's wrong with Dean" Sam sighed apologetically, brushing his hands through his hair.

"It's fine Sam, really. If you need anything though, well you know where I am" You smiled. After all, you completely understood. If you thought there was anything wrong with someone in your family, you wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else either.

"Thanks, Y/N really. Look I am really sorry about all of this, I know we said that we'd help, and I swear we will. You sure you'll be okay for tonight?" Sam questioned thoughtfully, nudging you playfully with his elbow.

You smiled at him nudging him back, "I'll be fine I promise. I had some reading I wanted to catch up on anyway" You assured him.

Standing from your chair you pulled him into a quick hug, "Night Sam, I'll see you in the morning," you said smiling as you pulled away from him, heading over to the stairs.

"Yeah, night Y/N" Sam replied, as he headed over to Bobby's desk. With a final look over at him, you continued up the stairs.

You made a mental note to text Bobby in the morning, just to see how he was getting on with his case. You really hoped that he was okay as well.

Stopping at the top of the stairs, you couldn't help but look over at the door you knew that Dean was behind. You thought about going over to talk to him, find out what the hell had happened earlier, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you quickly walked into your own room before you could change your mind.

With a sigh, you closed the door quietly behind yourself. "Get a frigging grip Y/N" you groaned to yourself under your breath.

Flopping back onto your big comfy bed, turning onto your side you flicked on the bedside table lamp. That's when you saw it, the letter that uncle Bobby had left you to read.

You grabbed it and decided to read it now, get it out the way and done with. You propped your pillow up against the headboard and made yourself comfortable.

Looking over at the box of tissues beside the lamp, they were probably going to come in handy very soon. You opened the envelope carefully, revealing both a big and a small piece of paper. With a quick glance you noticed the smaller one was fro, Bobby, so you put that to one side for the moment and opened the bigger one.

As your eyes looked over the words on the paper, you smiled a sad smile, there was that writing again. Looking like a child had written it.

You smiled again, remembering how anytime there was writing to be done you had ended up doing it, every, single time. Because the times that he did end up doing it, well you had both spent the majority of the evening trying to work out what on earth he had written, the ending in fits of laughter.

At least you still had all of those memories with him, both good and bad but one thing was for sure, no black-eyed bastard or any other manner of evil could take them from you.

Sighing you shook yourself from your memories, it was now or never because you were pretty sure with much more time to think about it, that you would change your mind.

In fact, you were certain that you would because the last time you had read a letter from him, it was the letter he had written to you, and you had cried for hours and your heart had almost broken. It also just so happened to be the night you went on that hunt.

The one you had told the boys about earlier, luckily this letter had the same writing as the one he had written to you, so it was readable.

Though you were sure that Bobby had his reasons for wanting you to read this letter. So you began to read.

'Dear Bobby, if you are reading this, then I guess the job finally caught up with me and for that I am sorry. Especially that these are the last words that you will ever receive from me, and that it took me leaving this godforsaken rock, for us to finally talk again. Well sort of I guess, I often forget why we stopped speaking. Unfortunately, we did and for that, I'm sorry as well. Like most of the men in our family, we are both stubborn, although that isn't something I need to tell you. After all, you were always much worse than me. Anyway, there's someone I want you to meet but in her own time, she will come and find you. For now, I will just tell you that she is an incredible hunter. With amazing potential, and that I trust her with my life, I hope that you will welcome her when she does finally come looking for you. That is all I have to say though, no matter what Bobby just remember that you will always be my brother, keep kicking as long as you possibly can, no matter what happened, just know I am proud of you. Goodbye brother, until we meet again.

The tears rolled down your face creating tracks you weren't sure would ever stop, rolling off of your cheeks and onto the letter, that you were still gripping tightly in your hand.

You folded the paper and put it back into the envelope so that it didn't get ruined and returned it to the bedside table.

Rolling over on your side and laying down, you hugged a pillow to your chest, and you let the tears roll down your face. As you sobbed into the pillow quietly, trying not to make a sound, something you had grown used to ever since your dad had been taken.

After some time your eyes began to heavy until you heard hushed shouting from across the hall. Quickly wiping your face you rolled quietly out of bed and cracked the door open, just enough so the voices and their words became clear.

"Dean what the hell is going on with you!?" Sam demanded in pure frustration.

"I.. Nothin' Sammy, just drop it, would you! I've had enough already" Dean replied forcefully.

Curiosity got the better of you and you edged closer to the door and found yourself peaking through the crack. Just in time to see Sam stepping in front of Dean.

"Dean would you just tell me what's going on with you?!" Sam practically shouted, clearly he'd had enough of not getting answers from his brother.

"Son of a bitch" Dean groaned, scrubbing his hands down his face.

Sam gave him a serious bitch face, had you not of been so interested you may have laughed, and Dean just lost it.

"Fine! You really wanna know! There is something wrong, majorly in fact. That damn witch cursed me! Okay, right before I ganked her and I have a feeling I know what with" Dean sighed defeatedly, sliding down the wall behind him.

You looked on at both worried and interested as they looked at each other, Sam's face and the expression there changed completely at Dean's words.

"Damn it, Dean! Why didn't you say something to me sooner? Or Bobby? We could have helped, got this sorted sooner" Sam asked, as he sat down beside his brother.

"Look I hoped I was wrong okay, and you'd only worry. I thought I could handle it, but I guess I thought wrong" Dean sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.

"You seriously need to start letting people help you, Dean we all want to help, so let us" Sam sighed much calmer now. As you watched them, you hoped beyond all hope that the pit in your stomach meant nothing.

Dean said nothing just looked away from his brother, "So? What do you think the curse is then?" Sam inquired.

Dean sighed, "Look this is gonna sound ridiculous and completely insane, but hey what isn't in our life. But... shit, I don't even know how to put this, I don't just want sex and everything that comes with it. I crave it, need it even. If I don't get something to calm it down, then I can practically feel my blood boil, my skin burns, my entire body aces to the point where I'm in agony" Dean explained.

You couldn't bring yourself to hear Sam's reply, the lump in your throat only grew with every word Dean spoke. All you could hear was your own heartbeat, and the blood rushing through your veins.

You felt sick, that was the only reason that he had been interested in you, of course, it was why the hell would he look at you unless he had no other choice, the man was practically a god. You'd only just met the man, the feelings that were inside you couldn't be real.

The only thing running through your mind at that moment was, killing something as soon as possible, and as it so happened a bunch of something's that you needed to take care of.

You'd never needed anyone before, why the hell should you start now. Your dad had taught you well, to hell with this situation and to hell with the Winchesters.

He’s Not You! Masterlist

[moose-and-sqruille-lover]

29. Imagine dean seeing you and Sam playing in the impala

When you and your twin brother Sam played in the impala, Dean was busy packing your stuff for the next trip.

John and Dean had a fight before you and Sam got sent to the car. The hunt didn't go as planned and he blamed Dean on everything. It was quiet while packing all the stuff, neither John or Dean wanted to say a word.

After everything was finally packed Dean checked the room real quick to see if they didn't forget anything. They almost did, your favorite teddy bear was still lying on the bed that you and Sam shared. Dean picked up the bear. Going out of the motel room he saw you and Sam playing in the impala with the army figures that John once bought for Dean.

He looked at you and thought ‘I’ll never let a thing happen to you. The world is hard we need to go further and we must not stay somewhere for too long. I’ll keep you guys safe even if it is the last thing I do.’ He shook his head and went to the impala.

He stepped in the car and quickly turned around. “Hey kiddo, you forgot this.” He said and showed your bear. “My bear ! Thanks Dean !” You said excited and hugged your teddy bear. John started the car and drove away. “What took you so long ? Monsters don't kill themselves.” He exclaimed. “Trust me, I know. But it's nothing you have to worry about.” Dean said without looking at his father

A/N: 2 days to go ! It going so hard and almost the end of the year !

Tag: @winchesters-favorite-girl @evyiione @attackonjackson @percussiongirl2017 @jouo-sama @infamate-et-obliterate @captainemwinchester @sisterwinchesterwriter @lauren-novak @stressedoutkitten @random-superwholock-images

Imagine December tag: @thewinterhunter

[missvifdor]

FOR SHIFTERS WHO WANT TO GO IN A SUPERNATURAL DR:

_If a Shapeshifter takes on my appearance during a hunt, it has my appearance and my memories but in no way combat abilities comparable to mine nor the information I have shift in this reality. He is much weaker than me in terms of power and ability.

_I know how to use any weapon at my fingertips with deadly precision.

_I am not afraid of the paranormal.

_I am incredibly stealth and quiet when needed.

_I know how to play the comedy perfectly when it is necessary to investigate a case or lie. I just know how to be very credible and put my shyness and my anxiety aside thanks to my incredible coolness.

_I know how to speak Latin perfectly and practice exorcisms successfully in all circumstances.

_Seeing blood, corpses or serious injuries does not make me afraid or sick. I know how to keep calm.

_Whether in my pockets or in small bottles, I always have holy water or salt hidden on me in my clothes.

_I make the best pies in the world (This one's for Dean, let's make the poor boy happy with real homemade pies made with love ☺️).

_Coming across nudity or sexual scenes suddenly at random if I'm ever hunting with the Winchesters or anyone or I come across one of the brothers "busy" with someone doesn't bother me at all, I'm happy to apologize and act like I never witnessed this in the first place. (Yeah... Let's be careful when we go hunting with these two... but especially with Dean 😬).

_If I wear a skirt or a dress during a fight, it is impossible for the others around me to see my underwear or my chest completely bare by accident or on purpose (If it were possible, I'll wear cute dresses and all in all seasons, all the time and the hunt isn't going to stop me from wearing what I want ).

_It is impossible for me to find myself in an embarrassing or embarrassing situation or to say or do something embarrassing or embarrassing.

_I remember every detail and thing loved by my DR loved ones around me, be it a subject, a book, a movie, music or food. I just remember it, which is very practical when I want to please them.

_A single punch from me can knock out anything or anyone for several hours without causing major physical or medical damage, which is very handy.

_I always know the references when talking about a book, music or a film.

_It is impossible for me to reveal compromising information about me or the future that I know of Supernatural via the series in my CR.

_I know how to take care, clean and sharpen my weapons automatically.

_ It is impossible that I am possessed by a demon, an angel or any creature in any way whatsoever.

_I am immune to all kinds of trauma whether physical, psychic, mental or emotional.

_No one, not even a being on earth or even God (Chuck) can know that I have Shift or that I come from a another reality.

_I appear in the Supernatural books written by Chuck in my DR and I am one of the favorite characters of all the fans. There are even fan-made ships featuring me and other "characters" that have super cute couple names. But fan-written ships are never awkward or incestuous (especially not between Sam and Dean) (or me and Bobby) and there are also fanfiction and one shots written about us by fans, there are XReaders writes with me (I'm too curious for my own good...)

_It's impossible for Chuck or anyone else to get hold of my scripts for Shift by any means. It's just impossible for him to have the same access for Metatron or anyone.

_Chuck can't send me back to my CR even though he knows I'm shifting. And Sam, Dean, Castiel, Jack or anyone else doesn't believe it if Chuck says I'm not from their universe, they immediately think he's lying.

_Absolutely no one or anything can read or see my mind.

_I am immune to all kinds of manipulation, whether physical, emotional or mental.

_Metatron has no control over me even when he becomes powerful enough to become God.

_Angels and demons cannot know that I have Shift.

_I cannot become a vampire, a werewolf or anything even if I am bitten or infected.

_My hair remains perfectly healthy and does not die even if one day I decide to dye it in another color or bleach it in my DR.

_All the colors that I decide to dye in my hair look great on me. And I never miss a dye, it's always the result I was hoping for.

_No one questions my personal and family history in any way.

_I can't get sick or catch sexually transmitted diseases under any circumstances (Yeah.. you never know and I prefer to be careful thank you very much...).

_When Dean becomes a demon or when he bears the mark of Cain does not scare me and I can easily control him when he becomes violent and reasoned with him. He means me no harm, he wants to keep me safe and away from his madness.

_If Sam gets possessed by a demon or when he becomes addicted to demon blood, or even when he has no soul at all, I always manage to control him and his powers have no harmful effects and / or standing on me.

_I never drink alcohol because I find the taste absolutely disgusting but alcohol has no effect on me. It is impossible for me to be drunk.

_I have eaten a lot or have a bad diet, but I always stay healthy and my body always stays in good shape (I know that when I am hunting with the guys I will not always have access to a kitchen so that I can cook myself but eating fast food all the time isn't good for my health either. But after all, that's just my personal opinion).

_If I ever fall in love with Sam or Dean or anyone in my DR, it is absolutely not visible even for a very attentive person. I just leave really, really subtle hints of that particular affection in my body language, my looks, or my mannerisms. Signs of this kind of feeling would only show up in me after a very, very long and careful observation of my behavior by a person who really knows me very well like Bobby. If I'm jealous or sad that I'm the person for whom I have feelings is interested in someone else or do not make me my feelings, I do not give the impression and I look as normal as possible. I know how to keep smiling and act like it doesn't matter to keep our relationship good

_I am immortal. I can't die in any way. Or if so, I come back to life and in good health after 13 days or less with always a logical and rational explanation or circumstance in full possession of my capacities. (You know how to if it is common to resurrect and I "resurrected" as much as boys are not suspect or want to eradicate me because they think I'm a kind of living death! 😬)

[altagraye]

Faith  miniseries (part 1)

**T. W.!!: self harm, suicidal thoughts, self doubt, sad reader.

*this is my first xreader ever so i hope it aint sloppy. 💋

There were very few things that scared the Winchesters but tonight their fear was palpable. Most of the time they were passive and observant. Even Dean didn't want to open that can of worms. Ever since that hunt a few weeks ago, the one no one talked about on the 2 day drive home, something with you has been wrong. Like you got your wires crossed and you haven't been the same since. It has been gradual, like watching someone sinking in quicksand or dying of cancer.  

You weren't stupid, you could tell that they have been distantly observing you as if you had a ticking time bomb strapped to your torso at all times. You noticed the change of mood in the kitchen when you'd finally gotten yourself out of bed to grab a cup of coffee. It's like your presence sucked the life out of a room, much like a Dementor from Harry Potter. You didn't know which hurt more, the deafening silence, the obvious coaxed smiles from Sam, or the steady stares from Dean when your back was turned. Sometimes when you were awake enough, you heard the brothers arguing about something, you'd tricked yourself to overhear certain words in their heated arguments, and convinced yourself they hadn't been arguing about you. But they clearly were.  

Cas, the usual flat faced stoic of the Bunker had twinges of concern in his oceanic orbs. Were you that messed up? That a fuckin' angel was concerned about you? What the hell happened? It started with that hunt. That much you know, right? Maybe it started before that? When it did sink in, you started to spend much more time cooped up in your room. You liked the softness of your bed and the warmth of your bed-covers. Suddenly you didn't want to go...anywhere. You spent your days sleeping and struggling to keep your eyes open enough to hear what Sam had conjured up about a potential case. The nights, those were the worst though. In the night you couldn't get to sleep if you tried. And that was when you felt most alone. You hated being awake, if you were awake you were thinking. And thinking means remembering just how much of a screw up you knew you were.

Team Free Will just came back from a hunt which you had to pull teeth just to get to stay in the confines of the Bunker. It had been a few days. You don't remember the last time you ate. Was it when you ate the second to last slice of apple pie in the middle of the night when your insomnia was at its peak? Or was that this evening when you woke up to a grumbling stomach that you couldn't ignore, so you quelled it with warm chicken broth. You didn't feel deserving enough to eat solid food today. Your lips were cracked and severely chapped even though you knew you kept your lip balm in the bedside table, within reach. Your long hair is disheveled in its bun and you can't stop sneezing because you forgot to take your medicine today, again. What a failure. You can't take care of yourself. It would be so much better if you could just lay down in your bed and sleep. Sleep and dream, forever.  

Face it, the Winchesters are so much better without you. Dean doesn't need you burdening him. He would only have to carry your dead weight around on cases. You can't even muster up the courage to walk up to houses and round up info on the local legends, doing door-to-door sweeps. What in all Hell makes you think Dean could be attracted to someone, some frail little girl trapped in the past? You weren't his type anyhow, a plus-sized book worm didn't turn him on. How could it? You saw his porno-mags. Those girls were, perfection. Miles away from what you were. They were tall, sculpted shades of golden skin. They were the definition of success, confidence, beauty. Qualities you'd convinced yourself you weren't. You saw their type in multiple bartenders that you painfully watched Dean flirt with. From your table at the bar, it stung to see Dean's pearly whites brighten in the lights of the illuminated bar. His expression full of child-like glee, effortless and innocent. Sam was next to you for protection, his face buried in his tablet searching diligently through lore and articles of missing peoples.  

You shuffle your feet audibly into the kitchen. Even though you don't feel like eating, you need to eat at least a sandwich in Dean's presence. The brothers were sipping beer at the table in the kitchen while you fixed yourself a wimpy pb & j. Sitting down at the very edge of the metal table you stared for a long moment at your sandwich. I hate this, it's making me sick to even look at food, you think to yourself. You take a bite and chew slowly, wanting so hard to spit it out. You're too fat already. Why do you eat in the first place? Those thoughts stew in your head as you notice the Winchester brothers are staring at you. You notice someone is talking to you but it doesn't register. You swallow the bite unwillingly, closing your eyes like you had just done something terrible.  

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" You recognize the husk in the voice to be Dean's. You flinch and look at him, wishing immediately you hadn't stared into those perfect green orbs. The expression on his face let you know that he knew there was definitely something wrong with you. God you're such a freak. You drag your tongue on your left canine, the one that has always been particularly sharp. Feeling a cold sweat begin to drip down your neck, you start to panic. You drop your sandwich on its plate and rise from your seat. You need the sanctuary of your messy bedroom, the softness of the mattress. You need the coolness of the sheets. Your small feet tap the tile of the floor beneath you but you notice sound behind you that will your body to go faster. They were following after you.  

You'd never been more afraid that they'd find out what was in your head. That Dean would find out how you felt about him and about yourself. That can't be an option. You knew what would be next, what was inevitable. The dreaded talk. You finally reach the knob of your bedroom door, your palm slipping as you fumble with it from sweating. Just as they are about to reach you, you open the door and slam it shut behind you, locking it. You heart is racing against your chest. Locking the door isn't enough. So you barricade the door with your dresser. As you do so, you feel yourself breaking and hot tears flow down your face soaking into your hoodie.  

"Y/N?! C'mon, open the door." Sam says.

"Whatever it is we can talk about it. Y/N. Please?" Dean's tone is almost unlike him. You'd only ever heard him use this kind of tone with children who were in the midst of trauma from an awry hunt. Is that what he thought of you as? A wounded child in need of coddling? Or maybe even worse, a wounded animal.

You don't answer and there is a long pause. You need relief and release in the only way you know how. You rummage through your bedside table drawer and find a thin hunting knife, the one Dean gave you a few years ago. Your first gift from him. You pull down the fleece-like fabric of your sweatpants to reveal scars, left over from self-inflicted pain, years gone by. They were raised and pink lines. They wouldn't understand. You hear thudding from the other side of your door, that can only mean the brothers are getting more desperate, using their bodyweight to try and get inside.  

"Y/N!!" Dean yells for you in between the thudding.  

"GO AWAY!" You yell as you drag the sharpness across your skin. Red bubbles up from the cut and for a few seconds you feel relief. But it doesn't stop the pain. You cry more, sobbing uncontrollably. The salty tears blurring your vision until they spill over staining your cheeks. You need more, so you add more cuts, one by one. Oddly you chuckled at your macabre artwork, thinking you just made your thigh look like a piece of lined paper. You start your work on the opposite thigh, digging in a little deeper with each line.  

You hear someone suck in a breath sharply. Someone was in the room with you. During your release, you never noticed the dresser move or the door opening. Looking up from your bloodied thighs you see Dean staring back at you. His blade still in your hand, red dripping down your skin and slipping into the pure white sheets.  

"Y/N? Hey, that's okay. Put the knife down, alright?" He said to you smiling at you flashing his bright white impeccable teeth, Sam in the background of your bedroom doorway with his hand clasped over his mouth in a blank stare. More tears sear themselves into your eyes and flood over. Your lips are quivering. You drop your knife released from your trembling hand, it thunks itself into the wooden floor below. You don't dare look back at Dean. You curl yourself up as best as possible granted the size of your stomach won't let you pull your knees to your chest.

You collapse onto your bed facing your pillows, you sob into them and hold one tight to your face in a feeble attempt to hide yourself. You feel Dean sit next to you on the bed, and he begins to stroke your back in soothing motions. His effortless acts of kindness make you break more. You feel the onset of a nasty headache forming, from the intensity of your sobbing. You can barely make out Dean telling Sam to bring a first aid kit and water. Dean shushes you and continues to stroke your back and your arm.

"You don't have to tell me anything. Just take deep breaths, 'kay? Here, I'll do it too." He breathes deep in and out, hard enough to be audible. Why was he so nice to me all of a sudden?? You begin to feel numb, and you weren't sure if this was from the emotional break down or the blood loss. Had you cut too deep this time? Sam returns with the first aid kit. You note its metal clink on the bedside table. You unbury your face from your pillow only to get a breath of fresh air. You don't look at Dean or Sam. You couldn't. Dean thanks his younger brother for the glass of water and the kit.  

"Can you give us a minute Sammy?" Dean asks.

"Sure. As long as you need." Sam confirms and you hear the heavy footed thuds of his boots exit your room. Dean does something that you don't expect. He lays down on his side, with you. Spooning up against your form. You mentally whack yourself in the head, he's getting his jeans all bloody, that you're sure of. He continues to stroke your arm softly. He hooks his chin into the nook of your shoulder.

"Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears." He tells you, the gentleness in his tone brings you to tears again. You weep silently. Was this really happening? You don't budge or say a word as sleep takes you over and you feel so amazingly content. You melt into the rhythmic breaths that Dean takes. The act soothes you into dreamland. For the first time in a while you think, I want to wake up to him next to me. And you swear you smile in your slumber.

End part 1.

*criticism is taken constructively.

*comments are golden.

[imaginestuffs]

Hi! I'm fairly new to Tumblr and I've been reading your work and I love it! I was wondering if I could ask for a Dean!xreader imagine where she was teased all her life about being a chatter box before she met the Winchesters, and she's really self conscious about it. The boys think it's cute, but one day Dean teases her about it and she shuts down cause he really hurt her feelings. They make up and all that fluffy stuff! lol :)

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Hey Sweetheart!! I’m sorry it took so long to get this out, but I hope you like it! I hope you’re enjoying your time here on Tumblr, and I am so very honored that you are reading my work! I’m so happy I got to write this for you!

CHATTERBOX-Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 2272

Warnings: None that I know of! Um, the very small bit of teasing. fluff! some angstish sections. 

Summary: Reader is insecure about being such a talker, and Dean teases her, and unbeknownst to him he hurts her. 

(gif not mine!)

All your life you have been deemed ‘The chatterbox’ and honestly, it hurt you. Your family had teased you about it, your classmates had teased you about it and it embarrassed you. You tried not to talk too much but it’s just the way you were and you couldn’t really help it. 

You just spoke a lot, but they always made fun of you for it. 

Then you met the Winchesters. Sam and Dean the two brothers who made you feel the safest and most comfortable you have ever felt. They adored when you spoke, they thought it was so cute. In fact, Dean thought you were so cute, and sweet that he ended up asking you to be his. You of course said yes, and it was the best thing you’ve ever had with someone. You had told Sam about how you felt, and you just kept on talking, he just let you speak listening to you with a smile. 

“You know Sammy, I really love him. He’s so sweet, I can’t explain it too well, but he’s just amazing.” you sighed while he listened as you went on and on about his older brother before he asked you out. 

Now here you sat in the library with them a book on your lap and thoughts running through your mind at light speed. “You know, we haven’t been on a simple salt and burn case in a long time. I miss them, to be honest with you, I just think they’re the most interesting. They may seem boring to most hunters but I really like them. Sure, they’re sad but You just get to learn so much about so many different people and the way they are living and feeling.” They didn’t think you took a breath and it made a smile break out Dean’s face. 

“You remember the last salt and burn we were on?” you asked the boys. “Yeah, the one in Utah, the one where the man killed his wife because he had a side chick,” Dean spoke up, and you nodded. “Yeah, that one. I remember when I first heard what had happened it made me really upset, you know Imagine your husband cheating on you and then killing you because he had someone else on the sideline. I felt so bad for her, and sort of understood why she was going after the people she did. I just love that we get to learn from experiences that other people have in their lives and can sometimes apply them to our lives.” you say with a furrowed brow from how focused you were on the subject. You were moving your hands around a lot too It was just something you did. You felt comfortable speaking around the boys because you knew they wouldn’t judge you. Of course, you didn’t speak all the time but sometimes you just did, you had so much to say and they let you. 

“I hope we get a simple case like that soon, I miss the calmer things like that. Not having to think about the world ending or anything like that. Just you boys and me, in a cheap motel not so much baggage, just something to slow down the spiral we are in.” your voice resounded through the library, and you looked at the boys who had smiles on their faces. It made you smile as well. “I just love being with you guys I-” Dean cut you off “You always say that Sweetheart, and we love being with you too. I can’t believe you just have so much to say, do you ever slow down?” he teased with a smile. Your heart dropped. You thought they were ok with you speaking. They smiled… was it just to make you happy? You thought to yourself. 

“I guess not…” you tried to let out a laugh so you didn’t seem hurt. “I’m gonna go read in the room I’m pretty tired guys. See ya later,” you said and got up, grabbing the book you were reading and heading down the hall. Tears were stinging your eyes, and your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t think you spoke too much, sure you had a lot to say but you didn’t know it would annoy them. They never said anything before, but maybe they were right… You just had too much to say and never slowed down. Maybe you did just speak way too much…

You could see the ground become blurry as tears began to fall. Entering your room you changed into more comfortable clothes before pulling down the covers to slip into bed. You could barely focus on the book, all of these thoughts were telling you that you needed to stop talking so much so they wouldn’t think you would never shut up. 

You decided to set the book down and try to get some sleep, reminding yourself that starting tomorrow you weren’t going to speak as much. 

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The boys looked at each other in confusion when you walked away so abruptly. They had never seen you heard you become that quiet, and walk out like that. 

“What just happened?” Dean asked in utter confusion. “I don’t know, I’ve never seen her do that. She was so quiet.” Sam said. 

“I know, I’m going to go check on her,” Dean told his younger brother before exiting the library. 

He walked towards your shared room, to see that the door was closed, you never usually closed it unless you were changing or going to sleep. He knocked on the door. “Sweetheart- Sweetheart can I come in?” he asked softly. He didn’t hear an answer so he slowly opened the door, not wanting to wake you if you had fallen asleep although he didn’t know how you could possibly be asleep so soon. 

He saw you lying in bed, in a tank top and presumably your favorite fuzzy sleep shorts. He walked further into the room and shut the door. The book you were reading wasn’t lying next to you like it would be if you had fallen asleep reading, it was sitting perfectly on the desk. His brows furrowed in concern and he leaned down to place a kiss on your head. He didn’t want to wake you up but he wanted to know what was wrong.

He gently rubbed your arm and shook you a bit. “(Y/n). wake up babe.” you opened your eyes groggily, he had no idea you weren’t asleep yet, so you needed to act like you were. “D, what are you doing?” you asked. “You walked away so quickly, I just wanted to check on you,” he said “I’m fine, just tired that’s all,” you answer in short. 

He looked at you skeptically, not believing a word you were saying but he didn’t push thinking you would come to him when you were ready. 

“Alright, but I’m gonna get some sleep too bug.” he smiled and kissed your head again before getting ready to slip into the bed beside you. You just closed your eyes and tried to let yourself drift off, and just as you were on the edge of falling asleep Dean tugged you closer to him. Though you were upset you still melted into his embrace, but before you fell asleep you knew that tomorrow you would try to be quieter. 

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You woke up that morning to lips gently pressing kisses to your face. You tried to bury yourself further into the pillow, but it didn’t work Dean held your waist and gently pushed you over onto your back so he could lean over you and place a kiss on your lips. 

You groaned in annoyance. “C’mon Sweetheart, I don’t wanna be awake by myself,” he whispered. You opened your heavy eyelids just to see the pools of jade in your boyfriend’s eyes. “Ok,” you mumbled before pushing him softly to the side so you could get up. He looked at you strangely, not expecting so few words from you. He never got just an ok, even in the mornings there were more words than that. 

You swung your legs out of bed and got up wrapping your favorite robe around yourself.

Dean looked at your figure and saw that you had on a pair of his socks, you always wore them when your feet got cold. He smiled and got up out of bed as well.

“C’mon then, let’s go make breakfast.” you gave him a sleepy smile, the best you could muster. Reminding yourself of the promise to yourself. 

He walked over to you waiting by the door and kissed your head before you walked out of the room with him following behind. 

He held your hand as you walked and upon entering the kitchen you switched on the lights. 

You began to make breakfast when Sam groggily waltzed into the room. “Morning guys,” he said while getting himself coffee. “Morning Sam, how did you sleep?” you asked. “I slept alright, how about you?” he politely returned the question. “I slept fine. Thanks for asking,” you replied, and that was almost all you spoke throughout breakfast. You spoke when the boys spoke to you of course but not like you usually did. Once again the boys looked after you when you left the room. “Ok, what the hell is going on?” Sam questioned. “I don’t know but I’m gonna find out,” Dean said while walking out of the kitchen and towards your room where he knew you would be after your shower. 

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You stepped out of the shower and sighed, making the quick walk back to your room. You opened the door and saw Dean sitting on the end of the bed.

“What are you doing D?” you asked. “I’m going to figure out what’s going on with you,” he stated blatantly. “What do you mean, I’m just fine,” you responded. “No (y/n), you’re not. You’ve barely spoken a word, what’s going on?” he asked. He reached out to grasp your smaller hand in his pulling you forward towards him. You had gotten changed before walking back to the room because you hated walking back in a towel, so when he pulled you to sit on his lap you were clad in sweats and a band T. you turned your head away so your gaze was cast towards the ground. “Sweetheart, look at me.” Dean tried to get you to look at him. 

“Nothing is wrong with me Dean.” you tried to convince him once again. He knew you too well and decided he had to pry. “I know you’re lying, so, tell me what’s going on with my girl?” He asked while reaching his hand to turn your face towards him. 

Tears welled in your eyes, too scared to tell him what was wrong not wanting to seem childish. 

“You gotta tell me,” he said and rested his forehead against your shoulder. You were sitting on his lap sideways so your legs were dangling on one side of him. “Do you think I talk too much. I mean, I guess you were right… I never slow down.”  you spoke softly. He pulled back from you a bit with wide eyes. “Oh Sweetheart…” he said you could hear the guilt in his voice.  “I didn’t know you thought I talked so much…” you trailed off. “(y/n), no, you don’t talk too much. I love when you talk. I was only teasing. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” he said and wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry I’m acting so childish about this… I just, I was always teased and made fun of for talking, and then I met you guys and felt comfortable enough to talk,” you said to him, he could tell you were crying because of the little tremble in your voice. “We love when you talk to us, we think it’s adorable. We wouldn’t keep quiet and listen if we didn’t like when you spoke,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sweetheart. Can you forgive me?” he asked with his lips against your shoulder. “It’s ok D… I shouldn’t have acted so childishly about it, I forgive you,” you said and he pulled back once again to look at you. “You weren’t childish, you were hurt. Don’t ever not talk ok, we love it when you do. It drove us crazy that you weren’t talking. It didn’t feel right.” he said and you got off of his lap and held his hands to pull him up and into your arms. “I love you, Dean. I can’t imagine my life without you,” you said as you looked up at him. He leaned down to press his lips to yours, “I love you too my chatterbox.” he said sweetly. You blushed and looked away. “Hey, don’t look away, let me see my beautiful girl.” he moved your face once again to look at him. “Being a chatterbox is a good thing here alright. You’re no one else’s chatterbox but mine. You can always talk to me, and Sammy, we love to listen.” he told you before kissing your forehead. “Ok, D, I’m going to go talk with Sammy he’s probably upset too. I don’t want him to think I’m upset with him, you know, knowing him he probably thinks I’m upset with him. I’ll see you in a little bit Dean. I love you.” you said and leaned up to kiss him one last time before exiting the room to find Sam. 

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Taglist: @akshi8278 @waywardwifey @simonsaysyasss @mila-dans @hobby27

[itsspnfangirlss]

Imagine- Your Dad Sam yelling at you after you followed them to a hunt they didn’t want you at.

Sam!Daughter Dean!Neice Daughter!xreader 

WARNINGS- Blood,toture,overprotectiveness,Mild Cussing,Tell me if i missed something!

You stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen of the bunker as you saw your brothers packing duffels to bring on a hunt.

 “what is this one about” you said as you slipped on boots and your dads flannel-which fit more like a dress than a shirt,but it made you feel safe when you went on a hunt and Sam never really seemed to mind.

“um, actually Y/N you might have to sit this one out” Dean said as he turned around and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“What?! Why? I always go on hunts with you!” you exclaimed as your dad and uncle looked at each other 

“Well” your uncle sighed “not this time kiddo” “its to dangerous we are fighting demons and we have no clue how many there are and we don’t want you to get to get hurt”

“Uncle De, I been through worse” you murmured noticing they weren’t having it. “fine” you sighed as you plopped down on the couch and grabbed your phone.

“We should be back tonight!” You heard your dad say as the bunker doors closed

You slowed your stolen motorcycle to a hault once you spotted the impala near a abandoned factory. You slid the vehicle into the shrubs and slipped out your gun your dad had given you for your 10th birthday-2 years after he had taught you to hunt. You slowly entered through the back of the building and held your gun out in front of you. Once you had turned the corner you stood~Frozen.

What stood in front of you where about 6 demons. Your dad and your uncle were strapped to chairs and there were two cuts in your dads left arm. You stop moving and hide behind a wooden box and overhear a demon, perhaps the alpha of the group asking your father a question “FOR THE LAST TIME WINCHESTER! where is your daughter?” he clicked his tounge “you will NEVER lay a hand on her you bitch!” you heard your father say as he winced in pain when the demon made another slit in your dads arm.

You jumped backwards when you felt a hand on your shoulder, noticing it wasn’t anybody you knew you jumped to a conclusion and slipped your knife out of your pocket and sliced the demons wrist as he tried to get a better hold of you. “found her!” you heard the demon bellow to his fellow friends. The alpha turned his head in your direction “Ahh” he sighed “how nice of you to join us Y/N winchester” he said sarcasticly as he flicked his wrist send you in a direction towards your father and he flung you up on the wall and held you still. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” your father and uncle said starting to struggle to get out of the grip from the rope holding them down. “haha” the demon chuckled “know, why would i do that? I have the whole winchester family here and im gonna leave you alone?” he grimaced towards you as he took a knife from a table and made a slit along your palm making you close your eyes and tears form. “You” you struggle “bastard” you finally say. “ah ah ah, No naughty words” he says putting his face close to yours making you squirm in attempt to get away from him. “STOP! SHE IS ONLY 12!” you heard your dad shout in attempt to get the monster away from his babygirl. “well since you asked so nice” the alpha said. He snapped making you drop from his hold instantly feeling a pain in your head, you placed your hands on your temples screaming in pain and rolling around on the ground in any manner to try to make it stop but it just got worse and then you saw nothing but darkness~ you had blacked out.

You fluttered your eyes open to be tied to a chair dry blood on your palm and on your head made you fell uncomfortable. “finally the little one is awake you heard the alpha say facing toward you. At that moment you remembered about a spare demon knife your uncle had given you, as you reach into your back pocket you cut the rope holding you down while the demon spoke to your brothers. Almost instantly you ponced off your chair and stabbed the demon in the back giving you enough time to untie your dad and uncle before the alphas friends came darting after you,your dad and uncle. Stabbing one by one the trio had killed them all sweating you look at your father, you know you have to do some explaining to do and you might have to do it fast.

“so” your father began walking out of the warehouse “how di-” you cut him off “i stole a bike and i hot wired it following you here” “Impressive” your uncle looked at you with awe and you returned with a cheeky smile. Sam shot your uncle a look and he cleared his throat “ we told you to stay your ass in the the bunker Y/N, why did you follow us?” he finished “ I wanted to hunt but when you didn’t le-” Your dad cut you off of your semi-confident statement you were about to make “ NO Y/N!I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK WHEN WE SAY STAY PUT WE MEAN STAY PUT, CLEAR??” he yells at you scaring you, having never seen you father this way your eyes fill with tears as you run back to the impala and open the back door and slam it closed.

“Y/N!” your dad shouts after you knowing he made a mistake

You open the door to the impala as your dad says your name again this time a bit softer. “Y/N you know i didn’t mean to yell bug” he says to you in a soft voice “i know dad’’ you say a bit shocked at his actions from a couple of seconds ago. you both look down at your feet in the back of the impala with dean on the tailgate drinking a beer. Your dads arms slowly wrap around you bringing you into a warm and soothing embracement and you hesitantly wrap your arms around him but soon your holding him tight and breathing in his scent of his flannel “i will never EVER let anyone or anything harm you again  bug” he says holding you tighter as tears began to fall from both of your eyes “i love you dad” you say “I love you too sweetheart”

[rowdy-revenant]

Gabriel x reader masterlist

The Beauty of a Beast: A Beauty and the Beast au (beast!Gabriel x reader) mastierlist

A Holly, Jolly Trio: The first Christmas with your boyfriends is sure to be perfect (Gabriel x reader x Benny Lafitte)

Alive: The reader comes back to life, with no idea how. (from gabrielxreader)

 Alive 

 Revival 

All’s (Fun)fair in Love and War: Gabe takes the reader to an amusement park

All Too Familiar: AU with witch!reader and familiar!Gabriel (from gabrielxreader)

 All too Familiar

 Nothin’ but a Hound Dog

 Puppy-dog Tales

 Ruff Day?

An Unexpected Visit: Gabriel drops in for a surprise visit during the holidays.

A Thousand Years and Thousands More: A soulmate AU based off the song “A Thousand Years”

Birthday Breakfast: Gabriel surprises the reader on their birthday

Broken Wings: How Gabriel left Heaven (not an xreader)

Check and Soulmate: The Winchesters don’t seem to notice the massive pair of wings on Gabriel’s back...

Cops and Robbers: An au with sheriff!Gabriel and thief!reader

 Cops and Robbers

 Cat and Mouse

 Hot and Cold

 Guilt and Innocence

Doctor Sexy: The reader meets Gabriel on a cheesy medical drama (actor au)

Eye of the Storm: A sudden storm puts you on edge and an annoying archangel sure doesn’t help

Fighting Feelings: Based on the song “I Can’t Fight This Feeling”

Forget Me Not: An amnesiac and a charming doctor. (from gabrielxreader)

Fun Sized: De-aged!Gabriel and de-aged!reader  

Guardian: A not so imaginary best friend.

I'll Be Good: Based on the song by Jaymes Young

I’m Yours: The reader gets jealous.

In Your Dreams: A djinn dream shows an apple pie life making reality hard to believe

 In Your Dreams

 What Was and Never Will Be

It’s Complicated: Sam and Gabriel compete for the reader’s affection 

Just Dance: The reader has a solo dance party when an archangel drops by.

Let it Snow: Winter weather is more fun with an archangel.

May the Force be With You: Star Wars marathon with Team free will +1

Misadventures in Babysitting: When the Winchesters drop a baby on Chuck’s doorstep, he needs some angelic help (ft Gabriel and child!reader, no pairings)

Movie Night: A Castiel, Gabriel and Lucifer preference (from angelsxreader)

No Rest for the Wicked: The devil has an important question 

 No Rest for the Wicked

 The Devil’s in the Details

Oh Brother: Gabriel finally goes on a hunt in search for his long lost sibling (archangel!reader friendship)

Paint it Black: Trapped in a soul eater’s nest, you’re faced with demon!Gabriel

Playing Doctor:  The reader gets sick, and a human Gabriel is left to care for them. Let’s hope he knows what he’s doing.

Prince of the Forest: pixie!Gabriel x reader (from gabrielxreader)

Shorty Squad: The Winchesters get a taste of their own medicine when Gabriel and Chuck pay them back for teasing a short reader.

Shots Fired: A nerf gun fight with Gabriel (from angelsxreader)

Snowed in: AU with human!Gabriel

"Supernatural": There's no singing in Supernatural!

Surprises and Secrets: Winchester-sister!reader has a few secrets to share

 Surprises and Secrets

 Feathers and Fathers

Switcheroo: A witch switches your bodies

Tall Tales and Short Stories: You manage to befriend the strange janitor at your college

Tennant of Ten: Gabe gets a little jealous of a timelord

The French Mispeight: After “dying” on Supernatural, Gabriel hops universes and ends up in our own.

 The French Mispeight

 Fictional Shmictional

 Trickster Times Two

The Night Before Christmas: A twist on a classic poem (from gabrielxreader)

The Trickster: A charismatic demigod is more than he seems

 The Trickster

 Channel Surfing

 Teach an Old Dog New Tricks

 Hammer Time!

The Write Choice: An AU where any ink on your skin also shows up on your soulmate’s.

Truth be Told: Hunting a witch goes wrong and you’re forced to speak your mind

Two for the Price of One: When Gabriel’s vessel is severely damaged, there’s only one suitable candidate- you

 Two for the Price of One

 Buy One Get One Free

Winged Without Warning: Gabriel meets the Winchesters for the first time since his death. Well, Gabriel's body at least.

Wrong Time, Wrong Place: With Lucifer catching up to him, Gabriel has to abandon you as a last resort

Vessel: The reader meets the new patient in the hospital. (Gabriel x reader and Cas x reader friendships)

[sama1314]

*MASTERLIST*

AVENGERS:

LOKI:

- Halfway Between | Series | xOC| (Masterlist)

I was only young when it first happened. Strange things had started happening to me and I was in a lot of pain for a twelve-year-old. So when I screamed out to the world to just kill me I hardly expected someone to respond. I didn't expect Asgard to be waiting for me.Years later earth is being threatened by a horrid, twisted being. My friend and teenage crush, Loki.

SUPERNATURAL: @supernatural-stories1347

UNDECIDED/ UNNAMED:

- What’s With Our Family? (WWOF) | Series| xOC| (Masterlist)

Rose Winchester has gone off on her own ever since Sam went to college. When the brothers reunite to find their missing dad they stumble across a call for help from their also missing sister. "When fate pulls and tugs you in one direction it is hard but not impossible to resist." - Rose.

SAM:

-  Cuddles Under the Sun | Prompt drabble| 311 words| xREADER

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”  

DEAN:

CAS:

- Cas brings you food | Prompt drabble| 268 words| xREADER  

“Imagine Cas bringing you food”

CROWLEY:

- Family | Short Series| Angst and a little Fluff| xREADER

Y/N wants to start a family with Crowley but there are complications that cause serious damage to the relationship.

-  Waiting Around | Request| 394 words| xREADER

Sam and Dean leave you in the bunker alone for a long period of time when someone stops by.

GABRIEL:

-  Gabriel: Amusement Parks | Prompt drabble| xREADER

“Taking Cas and Gabe to an amusement park.”

[xwing-baby]

What Do I Do Now? (Dean x Reader)

WEDIM DAY 4

DEAN XREADER

WORD COUNT: 1280

WARNINGS: Angsty, sad, major character death

SUMMARY: The world needs every Winchester it’s got.You sacrifice yourself to save Dean but that’s not the end. 

A/N:I’m osryy this one is late! I had to work unexpectedly last  night and when I got back my WiFi wasn’t working :( Ya’ll will be getting two posts today to make up for the lateness! ENJOY!

I watched in horror as the confused man pointed his gun at Dean. I didn’t know what to do, I froze. This hunt had gone terribly wrong. Turns out the demon we were hunting was not a demon at all. We weren’t even meant to be here. Dean and I only went to get some burritos but we saw our target and Dean insisted on following. Turns out the demon was not a demon but a man possessed by a very pissed off ghost.

Sam didn’t even know we were here. Even if he did try and call, the man had crushed both our phones a few minutes ago anyway.

“Look, this uh…” Dean back away from the man, trying to explain the situation. Dean was lost for words, he glanced around the building and saw me stood frozen in fear in the corner. He motioned for me to go, but I didn’t listen.

The man walked closer to Dean, shotgun in hand. “I don’t know who you are, but I’ll make sure you’re never seen in these parts again,” The man’s voice was forceful and tense. He was obviously scared.

“Okay, how about I just get my stuff,” Dean bent down slowly to grab his duffel on the ground, “then we’re gone. No harm done,”

Dean was less than ten feet away from me now, He was buying time, trying to get me to run away. We both knew how dangerous this guy was and I knew how much Dean did not want me here. Now, usually, Dean would have just punched the guy out cold right then and there but that would mean the ghost would get a free ride.

Dean turned around and started walking away, the man didn’t put his gun down. In fact, the man cocked his gun. As soon as I saw, I ran in front of Dean.

Bang!

“Y/n!” Dean yelled as I hit the ground. The man screamed as the ghost left him and there was a moment of silence before the man began to cry. Within seconds he was gone. The bullet went through my side and was stuck in my right arm. I felt the blood almost instantly soak through my shirt, I knew I was done for. “Y/n?” Dean asked as I let my head drop against the cold concrete floor. I groaned in response.

“That fucking hurt,” I said quietly, my voice shaking as I tried my best not to cry too much.

Dean lifted my shirt to look at the wound then met eyes with me. He pressed one hand on the entry wound and used the other to lift my bullet arm to have a look. I hissed and swore as he lifted it.

“St-stop,” I said through gritted teeth.

“No,” Dean said as he took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. “I can’t lose you. You’re going to be fine, we’ll call Sam and take you to the hospital. You’ll be fine,”

“Our phones got destroyed,” I reminded him. Dean pulled his shirt off his shoulders, ripping it in two then tied one-half round my middle tightly then the other onto my arm with the bullet still lodged in. I knew what he was going to try and do but it was useless. The world was spinning and even I could tell the amount of blood on his hands was too much.

Dean had tears in his eyes now as he realised that there was nothing he could do.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked, his voice shaking.

“Because,” I took a deep breath, flinching at the pain. “What else was I supposed to do, I love you,”

Dean bit his lips and looked at the blood now pooling on the plaid fabric. Tears now freely rolled down his cheeks and his collapsed, bowing his head resting it on my chest. “I love you too,”

“I know,” I whispered, now crying for a completely different reason. I hated seeing Dean upset. I tried to comfort him but my words turned into spluttering coughs. Over and over and over.

“Y/n?” I saw the panic in Dean’s eyes. He tried to sit me up but I yelped and coughed more.

“Don’t,” I coughed up more blood, “Don’t bring me back,” I took a deep breath, “Pro-promise me?”

Dean hated promises, everyone knew that but this one I was hoping he’d keep. He nodded and as another tear rolled down his face the world began to get darker. Dean placed a light kiss on my forehead, his tears splashing onto my cheek as he did. It wasn’t soon after that that everything went black and that was the end.

Or so I thought.

--

I watched as Dean cried over my lifeless body. Holding me tight, gripping my arms tighter. Maybe he thought he could bring me back that way if he just held on.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” Dean kept repeating over and over.

After a while, he stopped crying and lay my body back on the ground. He stood up with his hands on his head, pulling at his hair as he began to pace around the room.

I looked at my body, not sure to be grossed out or scared. Sure, I’d died before, I work with Winchesters of course I had, but I’ve never been a ghost. My thoughts were cut short by the sudden smashing of glass. I whipped around and saw Dean clutching his hand. He’d punched the window, the glass shattering everywhere. I wanted to help him, to tell everything was okay and that I was here but he couldn’t see me.

Dean called Sam and they took my body to Bobby’s. My body was placed in the panic room, though I was trapped outside thanks to the salt walls. I didn’t really understand why they hadn’t burned my body yet, but I heard Dean say they were waiting for Cas to come and I quickly understood. They were going to try and bring me back!

I leant against the frame of the doorway and watched as the two brothers mourned. Sam was quiet. The only telling of his sorrow was the tears streaming silently down his face and him wiping his face every now and then with the sleeve of his shirt. Dean, like always, turned to drink. In the last half hour, he’d gotten through three beers and was working his way through his fourth.

I hated seeing them like this, it hurt more than when I got shot in the first place.

Cas never came. Must have been busy. I didn’t care that I was dead anymore, I just didn’t want to be stuck in the veil. I didn’t want to become a vengeful spirit, I didn’t want to hurt my two best friends. I wanted to go, but I couldn’t. I was stuck.

I looked at Sam and Dean, wanting nothing more than to hug them, talk to them, and reassure them that everything was okay. They were damaged and broken, now more than ever, and there was no one there to help them. That was my job. Now, what purpose did I serve? What was I supposed to do now?

TAGGED:

@bethanystan @bcr36 @mybittersweetbullshituniverse @lindsaylove1226

[specialagentlokitty]

Winchester’s x reader - Brother

Heyo, I'm ftm and got misgenderd about 10 times today so I feel like shit and could use some comfort 💔 Maybe in form of a fic about beeing the Winchester's trans brother? (FtM) Your writing always manages to cheer me up so thank you for being awesome 💞💖💖 - Anon❤️

Shuffling into the motel room, head hung low, you flopped onto one of the beds. Ignoring the confused and worried glances that the other two occupants sent you.

“(Y/N)?” Dean called.

You didn’t say anything, all you did was kick it your shoes and tug off your jumper before you went back to laying on the bed in silence.

“You okay bud?” Dean tried again.

“Dean, leave him alone.. he’ll tell us when he’s ready.” Sam sighed slightly.

Dean must have agreed because he stopped trying to get your attention. You were thankful for the silence, you just needed some time to think. While lost in your own mind, you lost track of time. Hours slipped by when you finally stood up.

Dean was sleeping on the other bed while Sam sat at the table. Stretching, you padded over, sitting with him while you rubbed your eyes.

“Hey Sam...” you mumbled.

“Hey (Y/N), you hungry?”

Thinking for a second you shook your head, then placed your chin in your hands as you gazed at him. Sam closed his laptop and copied you.

“What’s up?”

“I hate people...” you grumbled.

“What happened?”

“People keep misgendering me...”

Sam smiled sympatheticly, walking over he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. Kneeling down so he was at your level. Pulling of his flannel and wrapping it around you.

“Did you speak to them about it?”

“I tried...” you mumbled as you pulled it on.

The pair of you heard shuffling, them the cocking of a gun. Spinning around, Dean was stood there with a furious look on his face.

“Imma kill ‘em.”

“Woah! Dean! We don’t need to kill them just yet!”

You laughed, walking over to Dean and folding your arms. Gazing flicking between his face and the gun. Dean smirked and put the gun down, holding his hands up in mock defeat.

“Alright, alright. No killing them yet. But really, next time just punch them.”

“Dean I can’t just go ‘round punching people.” You laughed.

“Why not?” He grinned.

Laughing, you walked back over to the table. Sam and Dean sitting down with you, both of them shared a look and you grew worried about what they were planning. Suddenly they lunges forward, wrapping their arms around your neck and ruffling your hair.

“It’s okay cause your our brother and we love you.” Sam laughed.

“I love you guys too, assholes.”

“Bitch!” Dean yelled.

“Jerk!” You and Sam yelled at the same time.

The tree of you fell into a fit of laughter, the bad day was out out of your mind because you had awesome brothers like them

TAGS:

Supernatural: @clockworkmorningglory @emiwrites3reads @darth-dorle

All: @sitkafay @havlindzk @drakelover78

[musicalgamingdorks-blog]

Hello!!!

Hi, I am admin, you may call me Snow. Welcome to my shitty blog! I write by request mostly, and I write Imagines, One-shots, Head Cannons, and if you guys want one, I’ll do ships! I’ll describe. What you have to do to request for each item.

I will make a list of what characters from what shows, movies, fandoms, and games I will accept. And if I happen to join any new fandom’s, I will add characters from that television show/ movie/ game/ fandom I accept. I will also add which ships I accept. I will mostly do x readers or x (Yours or mine) OC, depending on my mood. Thank you.

Imagines: pick a character and what game or show or movie or fandom they’re from. Give the topic and I’ll write the photo and gif and perhaps a little paragraph. (I will write rules and put it in the description of my account) if they’re not from a fandom I am in or not familiar with, I am sorry!!

(Ex. Imagine: Dipper(Gravity Falls) and Carlos De Vil(Descendants) meeting for the first time.)

kinda tempted to write that now^

Head Cannons: say the character and what it’s about. Head cannons are ALWAYS an xreader thing! (If you want to put gender specific, then put either f!reader or m!reader in parenthesis please before the head cannon :) thanks!

(Ex. {f!reader} being affectionate with Tate Langdon(AHS)) [ill probably know who you’re talking about, but it’s always good the post that just in case I have a co owner :)]

One-Shots: put character, Show/game/movie/ fandom they’re in, xReader or xOC, topic / key phrases, and the gender specific reader(or if you want neutral, just put neutral in parentheses)/ OC description/ OC of mine you want me to use. Add additional details in {} please. :) thank you

(ex. Sam Winchester, supernatural, xf!reader, Sam and the reader being playful with each other while Dean gets slightly annoyed, although he’s happy his brother is Happy)

(Ex. Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter (year 3), xOC, “he’s touching me!” “not touching!!” {Draco and OC are best friends joking around} (OC, h/l hair, e/c eyes, likes __ __ ___ __, dislikes __ __ __ __, wears stuff like ___ ___ ___) I think you get the point 

Ships: what actors characters you’d prefer, gender ship (male character, female, or both), fandom/ show/game/ movie, describe yourself, what you like, dislikes, what your personality is like a little bit, little traits, things you think would help you get along with some characters.

(ex. Could I have a ship with one of the Evan Peters characters? My name is Snow, I have black hair, green eyes, pale skin, wears glasses, kinda curvy, I like cuddling, being alone, music(rock music and alternative like Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, My Chemical Romance, Get Scared, Asking Alexandria, BVB, ECT. and EDM like Zedd and Skrillex) drawing, art, video games and I like watching YouTube and Netflix , I hate being touched(depends on person), too much sunlight, being too cold, and being around too many people at one time. I have a couple mental problems like depression and anxiety. Thanks ^^)

Then I’ll ship you with someone!

I hope you enjoy my blog!!!! Thank you for checking me out! As you read this, I’m probably working on that list of characters I accept! ^^