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witchy-writing · 3 years ago

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1.1 Pilot

Dean x Sam x gn! Winchester reader

Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business.

A/n - I am going to attempt to do all 15 seasons, please be patient with me. This took two days to write. Eeeek, I hope it’s ok!

warnings: Follows the first episode of the first season. Death. Fire.

word count - 3119

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“Night Sammy, Night y/n” a young Dean states from his mother’s arm. Mary gently lowers her older son, allowing him to kiss his younger sibling’s goodnight. Mary smiles, her eyes lighting up with the love she holds for her three children, looking over her shoulder she spots her husband, John, and smiles. John flips of the light, whispering to his youngest children “If you two sleep through the night, you can have Dean’s room”, Mary chuckles overhearing her husband before tucking Dean into bed and placing a kiss on his temple, “Good night love” she softly whispers, a smile on her face.

A few hours later, Mary awakes with a start. The twins screaming coming through the baby monitor kept next to her on the bedside table next to her and John’s wedding photo. Mary sits up, sleep still embracing her, touching the mattress next to her she can’t find her husband, smiling when she realises her husband is looking after the youngest children. She pads her way down the corridor rubbing sleep out her eyes, pushing the twin’s door open. She smiles as she spots John’s figure over Sam’s crib. “John?” She questions “Are they hungry?”. There’s no response, apart from a quick and sudden shhh. Mary rolls her eyes at her husbands antics, taking a step back and turning around heading back to her warm bed. Reaching the bedroom, she soon realises that there is a light, a slight glimmer coming from downstairs. She’s cautious. Bare feet shuffling down the stairs, before turning the corner, a movie is playing out on the Tv lighting up the sitting room; and sat in front of the tv asleep, slumped over in his chair is John.

Fear! It’s all she can feel as Mary blurts out “Oh my god” before bolting up the stairs back up to the twin’s room. She bursts the door open, the door bouncing on its hinges swinging roughly, urgently flicking the switch, the brightness blinding her slightly before her eyes adjust. Whatever is in the room scares her, the colour drains out of Mary’s face. She starts panicking, hyperventilating.

“…Get away from them…” She all but whispers, before letting out a blood curdling scream which wakes up the rest of the house. John shoots up with a start, running to Sam and y/n’s room. “Mary?” he questions, his wife no longer in sight. The babies are crying, bawling struggling to calm down, but they’re ok, and he lets out a sigh of relief. Gently stroking y/n cheek, he checks them over before checking over Sam. They settle a little, and John smiles, turning to search for Mary. But something catches him. Somethings not right. John turns back into the room, a drop of blood now staining the bottom sheet of the crib the two siblings share.

Drip.

Another drop of blood, quickly followed by another. John realises that the droplets are falling from above, he angles his neck upwards, shear terror shivering its way down his spine. Mary. She’s splayed out, her eyes wide and staring, almost glass like.

“No… oh my god no…” He croaked. He stands frozen, as a sizzling noise overwhelms his senses, the smell of smoke as small black lines spiderweb across the ceiling. The lines connect, spelling out three words. Coming for you. Before suddenly igniting, engulfing the walls and Mary.

The fire alarms blare, beeping fast, high pitch. Y/n and Sam start to fuss again, the noise hurting their ears.

“Mummy? Daddy” a scared voice questions from the hallway, John snaps out of it, grabbing Sam and y/n, swinging the door open, he looks at Dean.

“No Dean, don’t look, okay? We gotta go.” He assured his young son, leading Dean down the stairs and out the front door, holding onto his youngest offspring. It’s not long until the fire fighters arrive. The family are sat on the hood of a car, Dean tucked up into his father’s side, he holds y/n tentatively, John holds Sam in one arm, slowly rocking his young son, while wrapping his arm around Dean. The house burns into the night, reds, yellows, and oranges fill the night sky. Dean turns and hides his face in his fathers’ side, John’s eyes harden, his jaw clenched. No more apple pie life.

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23 years later.

Sam had moved to Stanford, you’d gone to visit him once or twice, though the distance between Kansas and California made it more difficult. Though you made sure to at least text your twin brother once a week. He had a girlfriend now, you had only met her once, but she was sweet.

About a week ago, Dean turned up at your front door. “Dad’s missing” he yelled as he strolled right through the front door. “Thanks for knocking” you reply, eyes rolling back at your older brothers’ antics. “Dad’s missing” he repeats.

“So what? Dad disappears all the time. We have our own cases to be working on Dean.” You say, walking into the kitchen, setting about moving a couple of dirty dishes into the sink. “y/n!” Dean shouts, “Would I be here if I wasn’t worried?” He had a point, Dean and you were close, closer since Sammy had left for the apple pie life. The two of you staying as hunters, helping John out on a few cases here and there, but mainly soloing it. “Let’s go find dad” you respond, staring into the green eyes of your older brother. ‘Where are you dad?’

Baby’s engine purrs, before Dean turns the key, the headlights switching off. Its peaceful, yet eery. You and Dean climb out the car and gather a few things before walking towards the apartment building. “It’s that one” you whisper, pointing out the window of the apartment your twin lives in, Dean looks at you, “Are you sure?” He murmurs. “Positive” you nod your head back at him.

“Well here goes nothing” Dean says, wrapping a small piece of cloth around his knuckles, before punching the window. It doesn’t take much for the window to shatter. “Thought it would take more effort that that” Dean mentions, turning to look over his shoulder at you, before slowly climbing through to avoid the smashed glass, you slink in, following closely behind. The apartment is dark, but it doesn’t take long for Dean to find the kitchen. “Want a beer while we wait?” He questions, his face illuminated by the small fridge light. Before you get the opportunity to answer, the door swings open, Sam armed ready to attack, you and Dean dodging just in time.

“Easy tiger. Just looking for a beer” Dean jokes with his younger brother.

“Dean?” Sam questions, eyes widening. The both of them ignoring your presence.

“Heya Sammy” Dean smirks, “How are things? Enjoying law school?”

“You scared the crap out of me!” Sam barked, before suddenly spotting your figure. “y/n? You… I though better of you” he sighs dejectedly.

“Sam, we’ve gotta talk” you butt into the conversation, pointing at yourself and then the two boys.

Out of nowhere, a soft tired voice enters the conversation. “Sam?” Jessica asks, eyes adjusting to the two other figures in her kitchen. She’s dressed in a smurf t-shirt, and short shorts. You smile, she’s just as you remember. Dean smiles mischievously, “I love the smurfs”, you stare at your older brother, before sharply elbowing him in the ribs, he hisses taking in a deep breath.

“Jess, hey sorry to wake you” Sam mutters, turning around to look at his girlfriend. “This is… well this is y/n, but you already knew that” you smile and wave at her, the recognition flashes across her face, out of the corner of your eyes you can feel Dean staring at you. Sam continues “Ummm, and this is… well this is Dean”

“Your brother Dean?” Jess questions, a confused look on her face.

“Sammy” you interject “We’ve gotta talk”

“Well, whatever you two need to say, you can say in front of her.” You frown, last thing you had known, Sam had never told Jess anything about your lives, about the creatures that go bump in the dark.

“Dad hasn’t been home in a week” Dean explained, his face hardening with a seriousness.

“So, he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He’ll stumble back sooner or later.” Sam answers quickly, his brain not fully processing the extent of Dean’s sentence.

“No Sam.” You added, “Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a week.” Your twins eyes widen, the mutual understanding between the three siblings that this conversation has to be silent.

“Jess. Excuse us. I need to talk to these two outside” Sam mutters to his girlfriend, before turning around and walking to the door with Dean, Jess stands there, confused. You look at her and smile slightly, mouthing a quick ‘sorry’ before running of to catch up with the rest of your family.

You walk in silence, towards baby, Dean lifting the boot. “He left his journal?” Sam’s eyebrows scrunch up in concern, “Tell me everything.”

It takes awhile to explain what has happened, but soon Sam is caught up. The two of them getting into an argument not long after. “Shut up!” You shout, “Now is not the time.” The boys whip their heads round, staring at you. “They have a point” Dean says, nodding in your direction.

“Look. Dad will be okay. He’ll be home in a few days. You’ll see.” Sam sighs accepting that the argument has been lost.

“He’s in real trouble if he’s not dead already. I can feel it, and I know you can too.” Dean responses, Sam deflates, you can see the worry in your twins’ eyes. You know deep down he cares.

“So, the only question is: you coming with us or not?” You prod, Sam’s eyes fill with flickering emotions, before he finally gives in. “Fine, as long as I’m back by Monday. I have an interview for law school.”

After packing, and saying goodbye to Jess, the three of you head to baby, Sam throwing his duffle in the boot, before climbing into the passenger seat. “Oi! I sit there” You protested, “y/n” Sam growls “It’s 3am, you come into my apartment, convince me to leave my girlfriend for a few days. I don’t see your name on it; therefore, I’m sitting here!” He argued before climbing in and slamming the door, Dean getting behind the drivers’ seat not long after. “Hey! Get in!” Dean shouts, head hanging out of the window, rolling your eyes at the two boys, you huffily clamber into the back of the car.

You’d been in the car for a couple hours, baby’s engine producing a gentle purring, though it’s drowned out by the sound of Deans music blasting over the speakers. “What was he hunting?” Sam asks. “Not sure” You respond, passing a sign that reads ‘Welcome to Sanger, California, U.S.A. America’s Christmas Tree City.’ For such a happy sign, there was an ungodly number of missing posters stapled to the bottom of it, of course Dad chose a place like this you thought.

You zone back in, Sam explaining that there have been no reports of Dad at any hotels or bars. Leaning forward, in between the two front seats you pipe in “I think if we wanna find Dad, we gotta find out what the hell’s happening around here.”

Eventually, you find dad’s room, its covered in pins and string connecting newspaper articles and missing photos. Dean sniffs a burger, before pulling a disgusted face “Dad’s not been here in a few days” he looks over his shoulder, you and Sam are staring at a particular newspaper article. “Dean” you call out tentatively, reaching out and pulling the newspaper off the wall, the small pin ripping the paper where it had been attached. Dean walks over to get a better look at what you’ve been looking at. “He found the same news article” Sam confirms, “What are we dealing with then?” Dean questions, he’s getting agitated, you can tell from the way he’s moving around the room. “He answered that as well” Sam responds, pointing at a sticky note in the jumble of papers and string. “A woman in white” You whisper in recognition.

“All right, so if we’re dealing with a woman in white, Dead would have found the corpse and destroyed it” Dean questions, looking at you and Sam.

“Well, she could have other weaknesses” you suggest. The boys look at you and nod in agreement.

“Think we need to question the husband” Sam admits “That’s what dad would do.”

“If he’s still alive” Deans butts in. “Anyway, I’m starving! Want anything from down the street?” Sam and you just shake your heads no. “Oh well, your loss” Dean mutters turning around, and walking out the front door.

“We need to find the husbands address” you say to Sam, leaning over his shoulder and peering at his phone in his hand, you see that it’s on the voicemail screen, Jess’ name visible. “She’ll be ok, Sammy” His head turns slowly to look at you, brown eyes wide and innocent. He blinks slowly, snapping out of whatever thoughts were going through his head. “I’ll find the addre..” He starts answering your earlier statement, when suddenly your phone starts ringing, Deans name flashing across the screen.

“Dean?”

“Dude, five-oh, take-off” He responds quickly, words spilling out of his mouth like vomit.

“What about you?” you probe. “Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad.” The line goes dead, eyes wide you turn to Sam, who has already started opening the bathroom window. “Come on y/n!” He snapped, you hurry over quickly, rolling out into the bushes behind the motel just as the front door is broken in.

Once you had escaped, you and Sam had decided to follow up on the only lead you have, Constance’s husband. The both of you trudge up to the rickety house, a chain link covering the grimy glass window. Sam knocks on the door, an old man opens it, a puzzled look crossing his face.

“Have you seen this man?” You hold up the photo of your father, recognitions flickers through the old man’s tired eyes. “Yeah, he was here three or four days, ago. Said he was a reporter” He’s hesitant, you can tell that he’s already suspicious. Sam decides to take control of the conversation, it doesn’t last long but you get all the information you need. Thanking the man, you turn around, walking back over to where baby was abandoned.

“So, Dad was here” you state, looking at your taller twin brother.

“And he” Sam moves his head back, directing your attention to the old man watching the two of you out the window “committed adultery.” He pauses, sighing before continuing “We’re definitely dealing with a woman in white. Though our main problem now is figuring out how to get Dean back”.

“Leave that to me” you pull out your phone, dialling 911. “H-hi” you fake stutter, pretending to be in distress. “There’s gunfire, I’m on Whiteford road.”

“There that should work” you smile, shutting your phone and stuffing it into your pocket, Sam is staring eyes wide.

“What?!” you glare at him.

“H-how?”

“You learn these things when your brother leaves, and Dad expects you to fill his place”

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At Constance’s house

“Well, that was a job well done” you smile, walking backwards, your brothers walking behind you.

“Saved your lives” Dean chortled, throwing open Baby’s door, and climbing in.

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You’d been on the road for about half an hour, Sam was looking up the message Dad had left Dean. Highway to hell playing over the speakers. It was peaceful. It felt nice, you had missed being the trio, you had missed your twin brother, but you knew he would be leaving soon. Dejectedly you let out a sign, breath steaming up the window.

“It’s called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado” Sam jabs his finger at the map, pointing out the area that was in the middle of nowhere.

“Sounds. Charming” You mutter, rolling your eyes. The boys ignore your sarcastic comment, Dean looks over at Sam, “How far?”

“Six hundred miles” Sam replies, you sink down further into the seat, the soft leather moulding around your body.

“Dean” Sam uttered.

“You’re not going?” Dean gruffly responds, turning Baby around, heading back to Stanford.

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You swap seats, sitting back in the passenger seat, Sam leaning through the window. “Keep me updated, yeah?” He smiles sadly, stepping back away from the car, and Baby’s engine roars to life. You watch him through the wing mirror, he’s stood in the same place, watching as you and Dean disappear. A single tear dribbles down your face. Dean glances over at you, reaching out he places his hand on top of yours. Dean has always said ‘no chick flick moments’, but he’s always had a soft spot for you. He comforted you as a baby, after your first break up, when Dad hurt you, when Sam left. Sam might be your twin, but Deans always had a soft spot for you.

A chill goes down your spine.

“Dean?” you look at him, your eyes wide, silently asking all you needed to ask.

“You felt that too?” He stares at you, the same scared yet puzzled look across his face. Suddenly he throws Baby around, travelling back to Sam’s apartment. “Somethings not right”.

As you pull up to Sam’s building, the windows are glowing, orange and red. Flames starting to lick around the top of the windows. Nightmares from when you were little flashing through your eyes, you can remember when Dad had told you what had happened that night, and now it was happening all over again. Silent tears had started to pour down your face.

“Sam!!!” You wail, opening the car door, darting towards the building as fast as your legs allowed you, Dean already ahead of you, feet ponding kicking up dust and sand from the gravel. “Sam!” you continue bawling. Dean slams his way into the bedroom, yellow and oranges tongues of fire reaching down almost lapping at your skin. Dean grabs Sam, pushing him out of the room, his wails of anguish as Jess burns ripples through your body.

“Jess! NO! Jess!” Sam weeps, as Dean continues pushing him out of the burning building. Your heartaches, maybe its because you’re seeing your brother hurt, maybe it’s a twin thing, but you swear that you feel Sam’s hurt, the pangs of guilt that ricochet through his body affecting you too.

It doesn’t take long for the fire truck to arrive, you hug your brothers close to you, glad that they are ok. Dean separates from the hug, staring at the burnt building, before walking behind Baby, opening the boot. You hear the familiar click of the shotgun being loaded. Sam starts walking over to Dean, you trail behind. Sam’s face is dark, covered in desperate anger. Sam looks over at you then at Dean, you hear him exhale, as he tosses the shotgun in the boot “we’ve got work to do” he hisses before slamming the boot shut.

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lareinadehades · 5 days ago

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Thanks sister @mousedetective!

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fanficwritersworld · 3 years ago

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Protective Pup

Summary: Your best friend comes to Earth-Prime

Pairing: Kent Family x Kent!Reader

Requested: by this anon. Please tell me if you likes it.

Word Count:1.1k

Warnings: just Krypto being the cutest thing and I added some reader/clark moments.

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You were helping Clark on the farm, putting away the steel pipes far from the twins' reach. “Wait a second? Lex was a humanitarian on this earth? That’s a load of bullshit” You scoffed,melting the last poles together. “Joys of Crisis I guess?” Clark laughed, dusting his hands off.

You were getting used to living with the family, mostly bonding with the boys. It was nice, being the big sister. You helped Jordan with his surfaced powers, helping him to control his ocular rays and super strength. You played football with Jon, usually ending with the two of them ruff housing much to Lois’ dismay.

“If I ever saw him again, I’d be his new roommate in cell block x” You muttered, causing Clark to shake his head at you. You heard the boys running in behind you both. They panted, hands resting on their knees.

“Dog...big...glowing red eyes” the two said, barely breathing. Barking soon followed as it became louder every few barks. You rushed out first, the description giving you major deja vú. Clark was right on your tail.

“Oh my Rao!!” You squealed.

A white dog literally flew into your arms, licking your face until he was satisfied. “Krypto! I missed you too boy” You laughed, hugging the dog tightly. He barked and whined, snuggling into your neck. The cold dog tag around his neck makes you shiver.

“You know it!” Jon exclaimed. Krypto growled at him. “Krypto” You dragged out in an angry tone. He stopped, looking at you with his big puppy eyes. You could help but hug him tightly, kissing the top of his head. “This is Krypto, my dog from home” You told them, rubbing down the fur on his spine. Jon and Jordan looked hesitant.

You smiled at your brothers. “Just fist your hand gently and lick the back of it. Then hold it out” You told them, gaining weird looks. “Conner and I were made to replace Superman, You two are blood, he would dare hurt you unless I said so” You reassured them, earning a sloppy kiss from Krypto.

Thankfully Clark trusted your word, doing as you said. Krypto walked closer to him, sniffing his fist. Immediately the pup jumps on top of him just like he did to you, licking all over his face and neck. “Krypto, urvish” You laughed, gaining puppy eyes from him. “See, harmless!” You smiled at your brothers.

They followed Clark’s actions, Krypto jumping between them for kisses. Lois walked next to you completely confused. “Where did the dog come from?” She asked, noticing the slobber on Clark’s face. “My earth” You smiled before Krypto flew to your level, licking your face once more.

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You brought Krypto with you when Lois wanted to investigate Edge once more. You both thought it best that you both come seeing that the two of you were bullet proof, not Lois.

The man wasn’t even two steps in your direction before Krypto started barking at him, growling with his teeth exposed. “Will you get that mut to shut up, it’s disturbing my employees” Edge hissed, glaring at Krypto.

You rolled your eyes, rubbing Krypto’s fur. “Calm down boy, it’s okay” You soothed him, not even sparing a glance at the billionaire. “Sorry about him, he’s only like this around bad people, must be mixed signals” You lied to Edge, something telling you he’s not who he pretends to be.

It wasn’t until hours later did you see her, Leslie Larr was standing in the middle of the road, the way back to the farm. “You’re not human!” She called, hands in her pocket. “Half actually” You answered, letting your grip on Krypto’s leash loosen up a bit. “Even better, I’m sure you’ll do perfectly” Leslie smirked before trying to burn you. Krypto sped towards her as she tried to shoot you with an ocular ray, knocking her unconscious.

You quickly grabbed a small metal pellet, smashing it towards Leslie. You started to whistle very quietly in a high frequency listening out. “(Y/N)! What happened?” Clark’s voice asked from the farm. “I was just attacked by Edge’s assistant. Krypto handled her and I used my last red solar energy bomb. But my powers aren’t that good, red solar energy causes my powers to fritz out. Can you come and get me?” You asked, while tying up Leslie with Krypto’s leash.

Not even three seconds later, Clark was at your side with a worried look in his eyes. He took hold of your face, cupping it gently. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked, his tone making you feel some sort of security. “I’m okay, Krypto saved me from her. Nut my powers are weakened by lack of sun and the solar bomb. No powers for a few days” You explained, hugging Krypto tight.

Clark brought you back to the farm after sending Leslie to the D.O.D. Krypto laid his head in your lap, small whines coming from him. “I’m okay boy” You cooed, scratching his head softly. Krypto has always been protective of you. Ever since you and Conner saved him, he always had your back. Witch school, Lex and any villain you’ve faced in the past including Tal-Roh.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Clark asked for the umtinthed time. “Clark, I'm fine. I’m just angry I used my last solar bomb on her. Was gonna use it on Tal when I found him” You groaned, your perfect plan out the window. “You did the right thing” Lois smiled at you. Krypto licked your face, nuzzling into your neck. At least you’ll always have Krypto.

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You were playing fetch with Krypto, throwing the ball as far as you could. Not only was it a good way to test your powers but also spend some time with your only friend. “You should be resting” Clark called, walking beside you as you threw the ball once more.

“Can’t” You sighed as Krypto handed you back the ball. Immediately he noticed your sad state. “Krypto saved me from you. He was there when Conner died, Grandma. My first day of public school. And now I finally found the man who caused my suffering and can stop it” You explained, teasing Krypto with the ball in your hand. “And?” Clark asked you. “What do I do next? My entire home is in ruins, my family dead. Krypto is all I have left of the girl I was before. What happens next?” You asked, tears streaming down your eyes. Krypto whined, licking your tears away.

Clark placed a hand on your shoulder, his thumb circling around it gently. “Whatever happens, we’ll be here with you. I will be here for you” Clark told her.

“Vrreiahv?” You asked, teary eyed.

“Vrreiahv” Clark swore, kissing your temple gently.

Kryptonian used:

Urvish - Calm

Vrreiahv - Promise

#clark kent #jordan kent #lois lane #superman and lois #jonathan kent #clark kent x daughter!reader #krypto the superdog #xkent!reader #xsister!reader #superman and lois imagine

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fanfics4all · 5 years ago

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Tri-Wizard Tournament

Request: Yes / No Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you're taking requests for harry potter? If so I was wondering if you could write a cedric diggory x sibling reader/ draco x reader where the reader basically goes though everything cedric went through in the movie and just lots of angst and fluff and stuff! I understand if you don't get to this, thanks love!♡ (Btw the reader can be any house!) Anon

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Diggory!Reader

Word count: 5415

Warnings: Death and sadness!

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your NickName

A/N: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic! Let me know what you guys think, also sorry it’s so long!

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Back at Hogwarts, home sweet home. We were all settled in at our tables and I smiled at my brother from across the room. I was upset when I wasn’t put in the same house as my slightly older brother Cedric, but I was happy with Ravenclaw. I then glanced over at my boyfriend Draco Malfoy. People were a little shocked that he was with someone from another house, but I was also a Pure-blood, something his parents were very happy with. My family on the other hand weren’t the happiests, but they tried not to bother me about it.

Everyone was chatting about their summers and catching up with friends. Dumbledor got up and quieted everyone down. It took a moment, but the room was soon quiet.

“Now we’re all settled in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen…” He was cut off by Filch running up to him and whispering something to him. He ran off and Dumbledor stood up straight again.

“So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the Tri-Wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more on that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime.” He said and the doors opened. Girls dressed in blue came in dancing and butterflies flew into the air. They got to the front and bowed, the guys stared in awe as the girls glared at them. I took a glance at Draco and he was also staring, I sent him a glare. He noticed me and quickly looked down. I rolled my eyes, boys…

“And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Drumstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff.” Dumbledor said and the doors opened once again. A bunch of strong looking guys walked in and the girls started staring, while the boys glared. I couldn’t help myself, Draco sent me a glare and I gave him a sorrowful smile. He rolled his eyes and started glaring at the guys that just walked in. Everyone sat down and the feast began.

Once everyone ate, Dumbledor stood up once again.

“Your attention please!” He called gaining everyone’s attention.

“I would like to saw a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the Tri-Wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magic Cooperation, Mister Bartimus Crouch.” He introduced and a man stood up. Suddenly thunder roared through the room and it started raining. People started screaming and panicking, I looked around confused. Someone casted a spell and I looked over to see Mad-Eye Moody standing off to the side.

“My dear old friend, thanks for coming.” Dumbledore greeted him.

“That stupid roof.” He grumbled back and took a drink.

“After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This decision is final.” Mr. Crouch said. Everyone that was under seventeen started booing and causing a fuss. I didn’t care, seeing as I could still participate.

“Silence!” Dumbledore boomed. He casted a spell and the box that was behind him revealed a goblet with blue flames.

“The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour of Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there’s no turning back. And from this moment the Tri-Wizard Tournament has begun!” He said.

As soon as we were sent to our houses, everyone walked out. Draco pulled me to the side and his eyes narrowed at me.

“What was that about?” He asked and I raised a brow at him.

“I’m sorry?” I asked.

“I saw you staring at those guys.” He growled and I scoffed.

“You were staring at those girls.” I pointed out.

“I-I wasn’t-”

“Merlin, Draco, I saw you don’t even try and lie to me. You were bloody drooling over them.” I said rolling my eyes.

“And you weren’t?” He scoffed.

“Draco please, this is ridiculous.” I said.

“You’re mine.” He growled and I smirked at him.

“I know love.” I said and walked off.

A few days later I was walking to the Goblet to put my name in. As I was walking someone grabbed me to stop me. I turned around to see my brother.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Putting my name in the Goblet, obviously.” I said.

“No, it’s dangerous.” He said and I noticed he too had his name on a piece of parchment.

“So? You’re putting your name in.” I said.

“I’m older.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“By a year Ced, I’m putting my name in.” I said turning back around, but he stopped me once again.

“No way! You’re going to get hurt.” He said.

“Ced, I love you, but I’m doing this. I’m not scared.” I said and he shook his head.

“Please don’t do this.” He begged.

“I won’t if you won’t.” I said.

“But-”

“That’s what I thought.” I said turning on my heel and walking into the room. Everyone cheered when they saw Cedric and he was loving it. He put his name in the Goblet and again they cheered. I walked up and placed my name in, smiling at my brother. He shook his head at me and I heard people whispering about how I was crazy for putting my name in. The Weasley twins came running in and all attention was on them now. I slipped out of the room and was walking back to my common room. Again some grabbed me and I turned to see Draco.

“Have you lost it?” He asked and I sighed.

“Not you too…” I groaned.

“Did you not hear how it’s dangerous? What if something happens to you?” He asked.

“I’m not afraid, I want to do this.” I said and he shook his head.

“No, this is crazy!” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Imagine if I win, how incredible would that be? I’d be a legend!” I said.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asked after a moment.

“Can’t really take it back now, but yes I really do.” I said and he sighed.

“I’m still going to hope you don’t get picked.” He said and I smiled.

“Do that all you want love, but I’ll be hoping for the opposite.” I said and kissed him.

It was finally Thursday and I was so anxious and excited. Everyone was gathered in the Goblet room, waiting for the names to be announced.

“Sit down please.” Dumbledore called into the room. Everyone quieted down and looked on with both excitement and anxiousness.

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the champions selection!” He said. He walked over to the Goblet and the blue flame turned red, then spit out the first name.

“The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum!” He announced and the Durmstrang boys cheered. The flame turned red again and another name came out.

“The champion from Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!” He announced. The girl cheer as Fleur walked up. The flame was once again red and the last name came out.

“The Hogwarts champion, Y/N Diggory!” He announced and I smiled, getting up. I walked down, took my name, and followed the other two into the other room.

That was the start of the tournament. It was all normal, except instead of three champions there were four, the great Harry Potter somehow got his name in the Goblet. People were rooting for me to win over Harry. They were insulting him nonstop and I honestly felt bad. Everyone seemed to be wearing bandages someone made, all insulting Harry. Currently I was hanging out with my brother and friends, they were insulting Harry, but my brother and I were staying out of it, mostly. Cedric was laughing at their jokes and insults, while I was sitting there a bit uncomfortable. I sat on the bench and noticed Harry walking our way.

“Can I have a word?” He asked me and I nodded. We walked away from our friends and my friends were trying to call me back, but I ignored them.

“Dragons. That’s the first task. They’ve got one for each of us.” He said and my eyes widened.

“Are you serious? And the others, Fleur and Krum, do they…?” I trailed off.

“Yes.” He answered.

“Right, hey Harry, listen about the badges. I had nothing to do with it, I’ve asked them not to wear it, but-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said cutting me off and walking off. I sighed and shook my head. I feel so bad… I turned to go back to my friend, but someone’s voice stopped me.

“Why so tense Potter? My father and I have a bet you see. I don’t think you’re gonna last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won’t last five.” Draco teased with a laugh.

“I don’t give a damn what you or your Father thinks Malfoy. He’s vile and cruel, and you’re just pathetic.” Harry said to him and I sighed. This wasn’t going to end well… I turned back around to see Harry walking off and Draco getting ready to cast a jinx most likely. Mad-Eye walks over and turned Draco into a ferret.

“Draco!” I called and rushed over to the scene.

“I’ll teach you to cast when someone’s back is turned.” Mad-Eye growled.

“Professor Moody, what are you doing?” Professor McGonagall asked walking over as well.

“Teaching.” Mad-Eye answered.

“Is that a student?” She asked, shocked.

“Technically it’s a ferret.” He answered. He then sent him into Crabbe’s pants. Goyle tried to pull him out but apparently Draco bit him. Everyone was laughing and I glared at my brother for being one of them. Draco ends up on the ground and McGonagall turns him back.

“My Father will hear about this!” Draco shouted.

“Is that a threat?” Mad-Eye growled holding up his wand and Draco runs off. I glare at the crazy professor and run after him.

“Draco!” I call and he stops running.

“Are you alright?” I asked, gently grabbing his face.

“That was utterly humiliating.” He groaned.

“I’m sorry love, but I’m sure everyone will forget about it tomorrow when the tournament really starts.” I said, offering him a smile.

“Then I just have to worry about you.” He said with a sigh.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” I said and kissed him.

Everyone was pacing around the tent waiting for things to start. We heard the roars of the dragons and that only raised our anxiety. Cedric had stopped by wishing me luck and telling me to be careful, same with Draco, but they left soon after. Soon enough Dumbledore walked in with others following him.

“Good day champions. Gather round please.” He said and we all gathered in a circle.

“Now you’ve all waited, you’ve wondered, and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate.” He said and looked around at all of us.

“What are you doing here Miss. Granger?” He asked when he noticed Hermione here, she had been visiting Harry.

“Oh um… Sorry, I’ll just go.” She said awkwardly and slipped out.

“Barty. The bag.” Dumbledore said and Mr. Crouch held open a bag.

“Champions, in a circle around me. Miss. Delacour over here, Mr. Krum, and Potter over here.” He said moving us around slightly.

“Right, Miss. Delacour, if you will…” He said holding the bag open for her. Flure reached in and took out a little green dragon.

“The Welsh Green. Mr. Krum.” He said and Viktor took one out.

“The Chinese Fireball. Oooooh.” He said. He moved to me and I pulled one out.

“The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves…” He said and turned to Harry. He took out the last dragon.

“The Hungarian Horntail. These represent very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple, collect the egg. This you much do, for each egg contains a clue, without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?” He asked and no one had any.

“Very well. Good luck champions. Miss. Diggory the sound of the cannon…” Dumbledore was cut off by Filch firing the cannon. Everyone was cheering and I took a deep breath. Everyone left and I was getting ready to walk out.

“Good luck.” Harry said and I smiled at him.

“You as well.” I said and walked through the tent. I looked around at everyone and suddenly didn’t feel nervous. The dragon crawled out and cried into the air. I needed to think quickly and pulled out my wand. I casted the transfiguration spell and turned one of the rocks into a dog to try and distract the dragon. Lucky for me it worked and I rushed for the egg. I was just about to grab it when flames engulfed part of my face. I shrieked in pain, but dove for the egg anyway. I held it up and people came and got a hold of the dragon. I was quickly brought to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey was quick to help me. My brother, Father, and Draco were the first to visit me.

“Y/N/N, are you alright?” Cedric asked, rushing over to me.

“I’m find Ced, it’s just a little burn. Nothing that can’t be fixed, right Madam Pomfrey?” I asked and she smiled at me.

“That’s correct.” She said finishing up.

“It’ll take a few days to heal, but you’ll be good as new.” She said and I smiled.

“Thank you.” I said and she left to go treat other students.

“I told you you shouldn’t have done this.” Both Draco and Cedric said at the same time.

“At least you two can agree on something.” I said rolling my eyes. My Father laughed and smiled at me.

“She’ll be fine you two, She’s strong.” He said and I smiled.

“Thanks Dad, at least you understand.” I said.

The next few days I was in recovery, and I never heard the end of how dangerous the tournament was from both Draco and my brother. When I was finally better and out of the hospital wing we had the whole day off from classes. Professor Flitwick gathered all the Ravenclaws up and we were separated by boys and girls. He was telling us about the Yule Ball and how on Christmas Eve night everyone would gather in the great hall for the party. He informed me as well as everyone that I would be having the first dance along with the other champions. So today was our dance lesson. It was honestly great to learn and I couldn’t stop thinking about how Draco was going to ask me.

Over the next week I was waiting for Draco to ask me, but he hasn’t yet. I’ve had a few other guys ask me, but I politely declined. I was sitting on the edge of the fountain trying to figure out a way to open this stupid egg without it blasting my eardrums out.

“Y/N?” I looked up to see Draco walking over to me. He looked nervous, but I gave him a smile.

“Hello love.” I said. He smiled, but pulled out a box from behind his back and handed it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked,

“Open it.” He said and I undid the perfectly done green bow. I took the top off the silver colored box and gasped. Inside was a pair of emerald earrings and a sapphire necklace.

I looked up at him in both awe and confusion.

“Will you do me the honor of being my date to the Yule Ball?” He asked and I hopped up, attacking him in a hug.

“Of course Draco! Also these are beautiful.” I said looking back down at the box.

“I didn’t know if you had a dress already, but if not was I hoping I could convince you to wear a green one?” He asked and I smiled.

“Sorry love, I already have one. My Mother sent me a dress. It’s blue and silver, but I will still gladly wear these earrings.” I said and gave him a peck.

“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.” He said and kissed me deeper.

“Draco, stop, I really need to work on getting this egg open.” I said, pushing him away with a smile.

“Come on love, you could use a break from this stupid egg.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I just want to know how to open this damn thing.” I said with a sigh.

A few weeks went by and it was finally time for the Yule Ball. I got dressed and put on the jewelry that Draco had gotten for me. I did a blue and silver eye makeup with winged eyeliner, and finished the look off with a nude pink tinted lip.

I smiled at myself in the mirror. I looked amazing… I walked down to the great hall. Everyone stared at me in awe and Draco smiled at me. He met me at the bottom of the steps and kissed my hand.

“You look beautiful love. Absolutely perfect.” He said and I blushed.

“You look very handsome too, Draco.” I said.

“Shall we?” He asked, offering me his arm.

“We shall.” I said taking it. We walked over to the entrance. Professor McGonagall placed us in order and we waited for the cue to walk in. Soon we were motioned to enter and we walked in to everyone clapping and cheering. Each of us got in position and waited for the music to start. Draco and I were dancing expertly and soon other people joined in.

The night was filled with dancing, laughter, and eating. Draco and I have been inseparable all night. The Weird Sisters even performed some songs, it was a perfect night. Draco had pulled me away and ran to an empty hall. He suddenly stopped and pushed me against the wall.

“I hate seeing them stare.” He growled in my ear.

“Everyone knows I’m yours, Draco.” I said with a sly smile.

“They will.” He whispered and started kissing my neck, obviously leaving marks. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

“Draco stop! Someone will catch us.” I said, trying to push him off. He finally stopped and gave me a smirk.

“Now we can go back.” He said and started walking back to the ball.

“You tease.” I grumbled and followed him.

“You know you love it.” He said putting his arms around my waist.

The next day I needed to relax after all the dancing, my feet were killing me. I went to the fifth floor prefects bathroom, the best bathroom in my opinion. I brought the stupid egg with me becuase I still couldn’t open it without it screeching. I filled the large tub and slipped in with the egg in my hands.

“You stupid egg, what on earth am I going to do with you?” I asked myself. I looked at the water and suddenly got an idea.

“Worth a shot.” I mumbled and pushed it under the water. I held my breath and followed under it.

“Come seek us where our voices sound. We cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you’ll have to look, to recover what we took.” The voices sang. I returned to above water and thought about it for a bit.

“So the next task is in the Black Lake and we only have an hour, but what are we retrieving?” I asked myself.

“Guess I have to find a way to breathe underwater…” I sighed. I finished my bath and quickly went back to my room.

I was walking around the grounds of Hogwarts trying to find Harry. He helped me with the first round, so now it was my turn to help him. Finally someone told me they saw him near the bridge. I rushed there and found him talking to Hermione.

“Hey, Potter!” I called and he turned around.

“Y/N.” He said.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Spectacular.” He said sarcastically.

“Harry, listen, I realised I never properly thanked you for tipping me off about the dragons.” I said.

“Forget about it. I’m sure you would have done the same for me.” He said.

“Exactly! Which is why I’m telling you that you should take your egg underwater.” I said and he looked at me confused.

“Trust me.” I said and walked off. I walked to the library to try and find something to help me breath under water. I was studying when someone sat down next to me. I looked up and saw Draco.

“What are you doing, love?” He asked.

“Trying to think of a way to breathe underwater.” I sighed.

“Would you like me to help?” He offered.

“That’d be helpful, thank you.” I said pushing a book to him. The two of us were looking for anything, but so far nothing that would last an hour or longer.

“Hey Y/N/N, Malfoy, what are you doing?” Cedric asked, walking over to us, he narrowed his eyes at Draco.

“Trying to find a way to breathe underwater.” I groaned.

“What about the bubble charm?” He said and my eyes lit up.

“I totally forgot about that! Ced, you’re the best! I said, jumping up and hugged him.

“Anything for my little sis.” He said with a chuckle.

“Mr. Malfoy, Professor McGonagall needs you in her office.” Miss. Pince said.

“Um alright?” He said, confused. I gave him a peck and he left.

“Would you help me put these away?” I asked my brother and he nodded. We talked about the tournament and he once again was telling me how I shouldn’t be doing this.

The next day the Weasley twins were taking bets on who would win this task. I was walking with my brother, trying to look around for Draco. I haven’t seen him since the library last night… I was playing with my hands, something I did when I was nervous and Cedric noticed.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine.” He said, grabbing one of my hands.

“I know.” I said. We finally made it to the lake and everyone was ready to start.

“Welcome to the second task! Last night something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this, they will only have one hour to do so and one hour only. After that they’ll be on their own.” Dumbledore’s voice boomed.

“You may begin at the start of the cannon.” He continued and once again Filch fired the cannon. We all jumped in and I quickly casted the bubble charm. I started swimming around trying to find whatever this treasure was. After a bit I heard some singing and quickly swam towards it. When I got there I saw Draco tied down by his ankle and my eyes widened. Harry was also there staring confused at the four people, but there wasn’t time for that. I quickly casted a spell to break the rope on Draco and grabbed him. I looked at Harry and tapped my watch that Cedric let me borrow. He nodded and I swam to the surface. We both got on the platform and people handed us towles right away. He coughed and then looked at me.

“You’re alright.” I said and kissed him. Cedric ran over and hugged me tightly.

“Y/N! You did it!” He said excitedly and I smiled. I did, I came in first! Soon Krum and Harry joined us and the judges went to go discusses something.

“Attention! Attention! The winner is Miss. Diggory!” Dumbledore announced and Draco gathered me in his arms.

“I knew you could do it!” He said and kissed me.

“For showing unique command of the bubblehead charm. The way I see it, Mr. Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr. Weasley but the others as well. We’ve agreed to award him second place! For outstanding moral fibre.” Dumbledore said and his friends cheered. After that we all returned to land and all we had was the last task. That night I celebrated with my friends and family for my great achievement.

Finally it was time for the last task. I was nervous once again, but I knew I needed to push through it. I walked into the large arena with my Father and everyone was cheering. My brother followed behind us and gave me a quick hug then wished me luck. Draco ran down the stands and pulled me to him.

“Please be safe.” He whispered.

“I promise, love. I’ll be out in no time.” I said smiling at him.

“I love you.” He said and kissed me.

“I love you too, now go back before they start it.” I said and he rushed back to his seat. The music stopped and all eyes were on Dumbledore.

“Earlier today Professor Moody placed the Tri-Wizards cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it’s exact position. Now as Miss. Diggory…” He was cut off by people cheering.

“And Mr. Potter tied for first position they will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr. Krum…” He was once again cut off by cheering.

“The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I’ve instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter, if at any point should a contestant wish to withdraw from the task he or shee need only sent up red sparks with their wands. Contestants, gather round. In the maze you’ll find not dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you’ll face something more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh find the cup if you can, but be very weary you could just lose yours;ves along the way.” He said and we looked at him a bit confused.

“Champions! Prepare yourselves.” Mad-Eye shouted. I hugged my Dad and then moved to the beginning of the maze.

“On the count of three… One…” Again, Filch fired early. Harry and I ran inside and now it was time to find the cup. There were so many noises and the maze really liked changing, this was gonna be harder than I thought…

I was running around trying desperately to find the end. Something felt wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was walking through when the walls decided to change again. I ran so I wouldn’t get closed in and luckily made it through. However, Viktor was on the other side and he started attacking me. I tried hiding behind one of the walls and shot some jinx at him. He wouldn’t stop and he kept trying to come at me. Harry suddenly showed up between us and he looked at me confused.

“Get down!” I shouted and he ducked his head. I finally hit him and I ran to finish the job. How dare he attack me! Harry ran between us and stopped me.

“No stop! He’s bewitched Y/N!” He said and I tried to push him off me.

“Get off me!” I shouted.

“He’s bewitched!” He shouted again and I snapped out of it. I looked up and saw the cup, finally. I ran to the cup with Harry following me. I was so close, but something grabbed my leg and sent me tumbling to the ground. Harry looked back at me and saw me horribly stuck to the ground while being dragged backwards.

“Harry! Harry!” I begged. Harry stopped and looked back at the cup, but decided to actually help me. He helped me up and I sighed in relief.

“I thought you were gonna let it get me for a moment.” I said.

“For a moment, so did I.” He admitted and we both looked at the cup.

“Some game, huh?” I said.

“Some game.” He agreed. The wind started blowing hard once again and I tried to push Harry to the cup.

“Go. Take it, you saved me!” I shouted over the wind.

“Together, on three.” He said and I nodded.

“One, two, three!” He said and we both grabbed it.

Suddenly we were in a graveyard and not Hogwarts. I looked over to make sure Harry was still with me and he was.

“You alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, you?” He asked and I nodded.

“Where are we?” I asked, confused.

“I’ve been here before.” He said getting up. I went over to the cup to examine it.

“It’s a portkey. Harry! The cup is a portkey!” I said

“I’ve been here before in a dream. Y/N, we have to get back to the cup, now!” He shouted and I was even more confused.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. Harry groaned in pain and held his scar.

“What is it?” I asked, rushing over to him.

“Get back to the cup!” He groaned in pain. Someone walked out from a building and he was holding something.

“Who are you? What do you want?” I shouted while holding my wand up.

“Kill the spare.” Whatever he was holding said and blackness overtook me.

Voldemort had returned to his full form and I watched as Harry battled him. I appeared to him along with a few others.

“Harry, when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey. We can delay it for a moment to give you time but only a moment, do you understand?” A man that looked like him asked, I’m assuming it was his Father.

“Harry, take my body back will you? Take my body to my family and tell Draco I’m so sorry and that I love him.” I said and he nodded.

“Let go. Sweetheart you’re ready, let go! Let go!” A woman, I’m assuming his Mother said. Harry let go and we all rushed to Voldemort to distract him enough.

Draco’s POV

Potter had won. He was of course the one to win. I rolled my eyes at everyone cheering and glared at him. That’s when I noticed Y/N was on the ground with him. He was crying over her and she wasn’t moving… No… It can’t be! I ran down and pushed my way through the teachers.

“Y/N! Y/N! No!” I cried as the cheering died down.

“You! You did this to her!” I growled at Potter.

“No! It was Voldemort. He’s back, he’s back! Voldemort’s back! Y/N, she asked me to bring her body back. I couldn’t just leave her, not there.” He cried and I felt my blood run cold. He couldn’t be back… That’s something to worry about another time.

“S-She asked me to tell you that she’s sorry and that she loves you.” He said and I finally let the tears fall.

“Y/N!” I cried and held her close to me. I tuned everything else out after that. I didn’t even notice when her family kneeled down beside me. She couldn’t be gone, she just couldn’t! How was I supposed to do anything without her here by my side? We were supposed to have a future together! She was supposed to live a full and happy life! I can’t do anything without her… She was my everything…

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A Little Bit Longer (Supernatural x Teen Wolf)

Crossover

Summary: As she doubts her boyfriend, Y/N confronts Stiles about cheating.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader, Winchester x sister!reader

Title Reference: A Little Bit Longer x Jonas Brothers

Word Count: 1682 words

Warning: angst, cheating, violence, swearing

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"Please don't tell me you're going to order the milkshake, Y/N." Sam rested his head on his arm, watching me as I grinned widely.

"Of course I am. That's the best part about this diner." I placed the menu down and sighed, "Especially after Stiles ditched me today, I kind of need it."

Dean grunted, "Whatever. You act like you didn't just see him."

"For your information, I haven't seen him in over a week."

"Boo-hoo."

Sam nudged Dean on his arm, "Give her a break dude. A week is a pretty long time, we solved two cases since."

"Well if you're such a sob, why don't you surprise him and drop by?" Dean let out a suggestion, which really wasn't a bad idea.

Except for the fact that I didn't know what he was doing. I don't want to visit him unexpectedly and see Stiles freaking out for some reason.

Seeing the worried expression on my face, Sam let out a breath. "Don't think too much into it. If he ditches you again or doesn't try to text you, just start asking questions."

"Haha, make him squirm. I love that." Dean laughed.

I starred at my oldest brother and rolled my eyes. It pissed me off that Dean always joked around with my misery. Scooting off the booth, I got out of my seat. "I'm going to go order my milkshake now."

Sam and Dean started bickering from behind as they fought about me and my attitude. Ignoring them, I continued to walk towards the counter.

As I was waiting by the counter, I noticed a wallet sitting there unintended. It was familiar but I didn't think too deep into it. The waitress that was behind the counter smiled as I handed the wallet.

She flipped the wallet, looking inside to identify the person by their ID. "Mi.. Miec... Stilinski... Wow the first name i-"

"Wait, can I see the ID please? I think I know the person." I kindly asked, hoping that she would show me the card.

As she flashed the ID at me, I immediately knew who it belonged to. It wasn't like I didn't know it was Stiles' the moment the waitress tried to pronounce his name. I just had to make sure it was really his drivers license.

"Seems like you know him... The look in your face says so. Are you alright?" The waitress was really friendly, which was why I loved this diner.

"Uhh yeah. A close friend of mine, actually. Mind if I give it to him?" It probably came off as sketchy but this could be an excuse to go see him, as pathetic as that sounded.

"I trust you, go ahead." She smiled as she wiped off the counter. "Worse case, Stilinski comes back and I remember your face."

A giggle escaped my mouth, the waitress laughing with me also. "You're right. Thank you."

Gripping the wallet tightly, I sat back down to the booth next to Sam.

"So chocolate? Cookie and Cream? Vanilla?"

"Huh?" I questioned Sam, looking puzzled as I starred at the wallet. Nothing really made sense to why my boyfriend's wallet was here.

Maybe I was thinking too much of it; Was he here by himself? Perhaps with a girl? Stiles knew this diner was my favorite place to eat at. I sounded like a crazy girlfriend but there was nothing but doubt on my mind.

"Stop doing that overthinking crap, don't worry." Dean said before taking a huge bite off of his burger.

Opening the wallet once again, I starred at Stiles' picture on his license. He was too sweet to mess around with other girls, I knew that much. Or did I?

I checked the pockets to see if I can find anything; There was just a condom, some cash and few receipts. Picking up the first receipts that was crumpled up between ten dollar bills, I read it to see if there was perhaps any clues.

"I'll be in the car." My heart dropped as I re-crumpled the receipt back into Stiles' wallet and stormed out the door.

Sam followed me outside. "Y/N, Y/N!"

"Stiles was here this morning!" I started crying, I honestly was exhausted from having him in my mind all the time. "He was just here..."

"Okay, okay. Let's go home okay? We'll talk about it at home."

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"That fucking prick!" Dean slammed the front door as we got into the house. "Call him here, now!"

Sam walked over to Dean, "Hey calm down. We don't know anything yet. The only thing we know for sure is that he was at the diner."

"You better punch him in the face or I will, Y/N." Dean huffed, pacing back and forth.

"He's on his way..." I mumbled, turning off my phone as I checked my text from Stiles. "... After I told him it's an emergency."

Dean shook his head, "I'm fuming. Funny how now he wants to show up."

"I'm glad you're mad at him for me, Dean but I need to do this on my own okay?"

He nodded, his face clearly stated that he was beyond pissed. I looked at both my brothers, "I'll be upstairs in my room."

The sound of footsteps followed me from behind but I heard it stop as Sam mumbled something under his breath. I suppose Dean tried to come with me, which was refreshing because that meant my brothers were really looking out for me.

Sitting on my bed for about five minutes, I heard a knock on my door. Stiles came in with a nervous look on his face, "Long time no see."

"And who is it to blame?" I didn't bring him here to be petty, it was just that all my anger and confusing had me going crazy.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Stiles closed the door behind him and approached the bed. "I've been busy."

"You were so busy you forgot your wallet." I smiled sarcastically, lightly throwing his wallet towards his chest as he caught it. "Guess where I found it?"

Stiles put his wallet away into his pocket, sighing. "The last place I remember seeing it was at the diner."

Curling my lips, I starred at him. I didn't know what else to say anymore. I was scared of what his answer was going to be if I asked him.

"You ditched me today to go to a diner, with who?"

"I went by myself."

That was a lie. "Do you want to try again?"

"Y/N, I was by myself."

"You have a receipt in your wallet and you ordered food and drinks for two people!" My tone was louder and much angrier. "If you're lying about going to the fucking diner by yourself, I can assume that you were with some girl."

Stiles stood still, he was emotionless. His mouth was opened, figuring out what he should say to somewhat make me feel better.

“So am I right?” I shouted at him, dying to know the answer at this point. It was frustrating seeing him freeze, I knew he was guilty.

“I don’t know what to say...” Stiles murmured.

Tears immediately flooded down my face as he confirmed my assumptions. Everything was true, I wasn’t being paranoid. This time however, I wish I wasn’t right because my heart felt like it was crushed into billions of pieces.

“What about an apology for starters? You don’t even have an excuse to defend yourself?!” I shoved him, having mixed feelings between anger and sadness.

“Y/N, I am sorry and I don’t have an excuse for any of this. What I did was wrong, I’m truly sorry.”

“Why did you keep this from me?”

Dean and Sam rushed into my room, they must of heard banging from when I pushed Stiles. Being occupied, I honestly didn’t think it was loud at all.

“You can show yourself out.” Sam spoke in a deep voice as he pointed towards the door. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so furious like this before.

“Not so fast, buddy.” Dean pulled Stiles in, grabbing him by his collar. He swung his arm behind and landed his fist into Stiles’ cheek.

“Dean!” I screamed, kneeling down next to Stiles after he fell to the floor.

The oldest brother huffed, “What you’re defending this asshole?”

“Of course not! Dean, I told you I’m taking care of this myself.” After helping Stiles off of the floor, I pulled him downstairs all the way to my front door.

“Thanks.” Stiles sighed. “Your brother would’ve killed me.”

“As much as I want that, I know for sure he would kill you and I can’t have Dean in prison forever.” I bit my lips and looked at him. There was already a bruise forming on his left cheek, I hate that I still cared that he was hurt. “Make sure you ice that, I’m sure your new girlfriend will be glad to help you.”

Stiles shook his head, “Can we talk about this? It was a mistake and I love you. Y/N, I want you and not her.”

“Goodbye, Stiles.” Seeing his sad and beat up face made it hard to close the door on him but it had to be done. As I locked the door, the tears continued to stream down.

“Y/N.” I heard Sam’s soft voice from behind. Quickly turning around, I jumped onto him and started to cry into his chest.

“I’m so sorry, kiddo.” He stroked my head, hugging me tightly.

Dean walked from behind Sam, “Hey, I didn’t mean to punch Stiles. It was just a reaction and I know you said you wanted to do it on your own bu-”

“No, thank you for being there for me. I’ll always need you even if I deny it sometimes.” I reached my arm, inviting Dean into the hug. “Besides, he deserved it.”

“I’ll always be there for you, champ.” Dean squeezed me tightly. “And honestly, we’re the only men that should be in your life.”

“Uh-huh.” I looked at both my brothers and smiled.

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