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Makings of a Queen Part XIII

Fandom: Supernatural

Warnings: Gore, demon death, abuse

Words: 1099

Hey there! Well, I passed my first semester of nursing. You haven't heard from me (obviously) but I'm back today with another part to Makings of a Queen. I hope you enjoy!

The corridor spun in your vision. The stone floor was cold beneath your arms, but quickly disappeared as one of the demons yanked your hair and pulled you up. You could see his face was only inches from yours and even though your vision was still blurry, you could see him break out in an evil grin. “We're gonna have so much fun.”

Before you knew it, they had taken you to a room like Crowley had taken you to when you first came to Hell. But this time, there was no feelings of lust, love or anything positive. It was just dark, depressing, and just...evil. You felt groggy as they strapped you to a table and tore off your clothes, until you were just in undergarments. There was a spiking pain in your back and your neck that made your head feel full and heavy. Your chin dropped onto your chest and you blinked several times, desperately trying to clear your vision so you could try to think of a plan. You felt the first hit, but you couldn't place where it came from. Your head snapped back and hit the metal behind you. The ringing echoed in your ears and your vision blurred even more. You could tell there were three people in the room, but you were at the point where you couldn't make out any features. You thought they were laughing, but it sounded echoed and far away. They spoke to you, but it was repetitive, and you couldn't make out what they said. The only thing you felt was a slicing pain on your stomach. You let out a cry of pain, and looked down, seeing a blurry line of scarlet erupt from your pale skin. They laughed at you again and you felt another slicing pain on your thigh. You let out another yell and pulled against the restraints. Another line was cut into your hip and you felt your arms start to go limp. Your mind almost yelled at you, Don't you give up! You have to get out of here!

You shook your head repeatedly and tried to focus. The demons laughed louder and one of them stepped up closer to you. He started to speak to you, and you could hear his voice clearly, which tipped you off that you were getting better. “You've gotten a bad reputation here,” he growled. “You were going to be the queen, and you sleep with an angel.”

“You don't know shit,” you spat. “You don't know anything about me.”

“I know you're a slut.”

He pulled his fist back and threw a punch into your stomach that was so hard you thought you would go through the table. The wind was knocked so far out of you that you'd never get it back. He landed another on the side of your head and you felt the warm sensation of blood start to trickle down your neck. “Tell me again,” he growled. “what don't I know?”

Before you could answer, another one of the demons hit you in the head again. Only it wasn't with his fists. It was something...hard. And metal. You felt bones crack and an indescribable pain shoot through your entire body. “I'll tell you what we know,” he said in a menacing voice. “I know that if that pathetic angel of yours was still alive that I would put him exactly where you are now, and I will beat him until he was dead.”

The demons laughed as the leader stepped up close to your ear. “But since our king has taken care of him already...I might just take on the challenge of those miserable, trouble-making brothers of yours.”

There was a stirring in your stomach that felt ten times more powerful than anger. You blinked and all of a sudden, the pain disappeared. The laughing stopped and the room was silent. You looked up to the demons, who you could now see clearly, and held your hands up. “You won't touch them.”

The demons flew back against the wall and your restraints snapped off. Your power flowed through you and you felt your courage building again. You still had the powers. And you could take Crowley. He may be the King of Hell, but you were the one who had the best chance of beating him.

And the first thing you had to do what get out of here. “So, tell me again,” you grinned. “What am I?”

The demons looked panicked, frightened. Something no demon should ever be. “Hear me loud and clear,” you said calmly and coldly as you slowly stepped towards them. “You, nor any of your kind will lay a finger on the Winchesters. Not them, not their friends, not anyone they speak to. You are to never say their name again. And you can pass this message to any other demon who might think of that as a plan. If you want them, you go through me.”

You had stepped up to the leader and smiled menacingly. With one finger, you pushed his face to the right, so he was looking at one of his compatriots. “Watch closely,” you whispered in his ear. Taking one hand, you lifted it and slowly, you pictured his soul seeping from his body- and action followed. Black smoke slowly poured from his mouth as did a muffled scream. At the same time, you pushed your hand against the leader's chest, creating a pain so intense inside him that his scream almost burst your eardrum. To have two demons writhing in front of you- part of you was thrilled. Proud even. But the other part of you was angry that you had to use your powers in a way like this. This was never how you wanted to use them. But for your life, it was an easy price. The two demons collapsed on the floor and you turned to the third who looked terrified beyond belief. “Tell the rest what you just saw.”

With that, you snapped your fingers and the door to the room blew off it's hinges, flying across the hall and slamming to the other side. You angrily stormed out and nearly flew down the hall, anger once again brewing in your gut. Your destination met your eyes and they narrowed, that door meeting the same fate the cell one did. Several fearful faces watched you as your stormed into the room, your eyes turning black with rage. A sly smile pulled at your lips as you faced Crowley on his throne.

“Honey, I'm home!”  

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Please, please, PLEASE tell me you are putting out another part to Making of a Queen!!! I'm dying over here!!!

I'm very sorry I've just finished my exams. I am done and back to writing, I will be putting out another chapter tonight or tomorrow !!

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Makings of a Queen Part XII

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Can't reveal anymore or it will ruin the story!

Warnings: None

Words: 1609

Hi there everyone! Hope you're all having a great weekend/weekday whatever you're in at the moment! I've been having some pretty good improvements in my life, so I'm enjoying that! I hope you all are enjoying your time too! And I just walked the Walking Dead premiere and all I can say is HOLY FUCK GOD DAMN

There were a million thoughts racing through your head at every second of every day. Almost ten days had passed since you took the pregnancy test and you felt like your whole life was deteriorating. You talked less, ate less and moved less, and you could tell that Dean and Sam were getting more and more worried. They'd even tried to have a movie night for you, but instead, you just wanted to sit on the couch and stare out the window. They knew something was wrong, but they just assumed that it was still about Castiel and Crowley. Which they were technically right about, but for completely different reasons.

On this particular day, you'd managed to get up and get a shower, then put on sweatpants, a tank top and wrapped yourself in a towel. Outside, it was rainy and foggy, putting you into an even more depressed mood. “Y/N?” Sam asked.

You turned your head and looked at him blankly.

“Are you sure you don't want to come with us? It might make you feel better.”

You just slowly shook your head and leaned into your knees. Even a vamp hunt wasn't going to make you feel better. With so little turning up on the hunt for trying to put Cas back together, Sam and Dean found a case in the next town over and decided to take some time to do something different. You couldn't really blame them. Researching how to bring one of their best friends back from the dead had to be draining work.

As you stared out the window, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw Dean knelt beside you. “Y/N, please try to get up and do something. It isn't healthy to just sit here.”

You looked at him sadly, but sighed. “Okay,” you whispered. “I'll try.”

Dean's mouth raised in a tiny smile as he kissed your forehead. “We'll be back soon, honey.”

He stood up and headed to the door. Sam followed and ruffled your hair as he passed. “We're going to figure this out, don't worry.”

You tried to smile but you felt like it came out as more of an exasperated look. The two gave you one last look and left. You watched them as they put their stuff in the trunk, got into the front and pulled away. Once they left, you thought that you would feel better, but you just felt more of a sinking feeling. Now, you felt even more unprotected. Sighing, you stood up slowly. Maybe you should try going out. Maybe just for a walk. Deciding to change into something that wasn't your pyjamas, you picked the creative choice of black pants and a black top. Figuring it would be a little on the cold side, you grabbed your jacket and headed outside.

The first thing that you did was take in a deep breath. You hadn't been outside in a while, and even just the fresh air made you feel a tiny bit better. When you'd all driven into town, you passed a park, which was only a couple minutes down the road. So, you started on your way.

There wasn't anyone out on the street, and only a car or two passed you. It was still drizzling, making it just miserable enough to keep most people inside. But for you, it was making you feel better than you had been. As you expected, there wasn't anyone at the park. So, you walked down the path a little bit, found a bench and sat down, admiring the foggy landscape, and how calm it made you feel. For a couple minutes, you were so preoccupied about how good you were feeling, you forgot about what was happening. Then, when your reality hit you again, you felt the weight on your chest get heavier, causing a lump to form in your throat. You hadn't really cried in the last week and a half, but now, you felt like you needed to now. So, you didn't try to fight it, you let tears flow down your cheeks and you grasped your hands together so tightly that you thought you might break them. You let out a heavy half-sigh, half cry and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to make everything disappear.

“You know, trying to hide everything isn't healthy.”

You felt like you wanted to jump, but instead, you internally screamed and opened your eyes slowly. It only took you a second to shut them again. “If you're standing in front of me, then I must truly be going insane.”

Gabriel sat down beside you and sighed. “You see ghosts of people all the time, and I'm a surprise to you?”

“You're an angel and you were killed so yeah.”

“You're not going insane, Y/N.”

You opened your eyes again and looked to your right, and almost burst into tears, as Gabriel's smile filled your heart with false hope. You wished so much that he was still alive. He'd been like your best friend when he was alive, and it tore you apart when he died. Now, he was sitting here in front of you, and you wished so badly that he was still alive.

“So, Y/N, what's going on?”

“You're dead. You're not really here.”

He shrugged. “Sure, but then if you tell me, it's not like anybody's gonna find out.”

You raised an eyebrow. He had a point. Still, you didn't exactly feel right about letting all of your issues out to a ghost. A ghost of an angel, at that.

Sighing, you looked up at the sky. “I went with Crowley,” you said. “I thought I loved him. And he said the same. I slept with him, then Castiel told me about how he loved me. I slept with him. Then, Crowley got mad, killed Castiel and I'm pregnant.”

There was a cold silence for several minutes. At first, you thought that Gabriel might break out with a sarcastic comment, or a ridiculous suggestion, but instead he just muttered, “You have no idea who the father is do you?”

You shook your head and felt tears swell in your eyes. “Have you told anyone?” he asked.

“Just you,” you sniffed.

“You know you'll have to eventually.”

“Sure,” you scoffed. “Either it's father's dead or the King of Hell. That'll go over well. And even then, how will I be able to tell who's it is? Castiel's gone and Crowley won't speak to me.”

Gabriel looked at you with a worried look. “Have you tried?”

“Well...no...”

“Maybe you should start with that. Maybe you could summon him?”

You squinted. “Well...that's not really necessary...”

He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

You sat on your hands and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Crowley may have given me his powers...”

“You're freaking kidding.”

“Nope.”

Again, your feeling was that he was going to flip out. But instead, he smiled. “You were always kind of a bad ass.”

He turned into you and looked at you, but the look in his eyes changed. It was more of a comforting look, and he smiled at you. “Listen Y/N. This sounds like a hell of a time, but I can guarantee you that no matter what you decide to do, you'll choose the right thing. You always do, and I know that Sam and Dean will back you up. And I know it's not too much, but I'll always be behind ya.”

You let out a sigh of relief, and a little bit of the weight was lifted off your shoulders. He smiled and raised his hand to you cheek. You closed your eyes and felt just a cold, tingling sensation on your cheek. When you opened your eyes again, Gabriel was gone. You felt a little sad that he was gone, but you felt a little more confident.

You stood up, and stared at the sky, taking in a deep breath and taking in the freedom. You had a responsibility to figure out what was going on, and you knew that you had to tell Sam and Dean. They had always been there for you, and it was your turn to give them the trust that they had in you. And you knew you owed it to yourself to try and make things right, so you could be happy. And the first step of that was going to talk to Crowley.

So, you snapped your fingers, and looked down at a more sophisticated outfit, of a pencil skirt, a checkered top and classic black heels. You knew your face would be made up and your hair was down and done. You looked like you meant business- and you did.

With one more snap, you were in the familiar, dark hallways of Hell. You turned around and saw the doors leading to the courtroom. You cleared your throat and straightened your back, then started towards the doors.

But before you got more than three steps, two demons stepped out of hallways in front of you. They blinked once and their eyes turned black. You narrowed your eyes. “What do you want?”

“To let you know, the king won't be seeing you,” one of them grinned.

“Yes. We believe that...you're not welcome here.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I believe that you need to get out of my way, and I am going to see Crowley.”

One of the demons pulled out a metal crowbar from behind his back. “I don't think you are.”

Before you could raise your hands, you felt a blow to your back that knocked the air out of you.

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I’m sorry guys. I don’t usually post pictures about my real like but I went to the Supernatural Toronto convention last Saturday and I thought I’d share our photos !!! (Don't you love my Castiel shirt with Mark's wtf look😂) It was the most amazing experience and I’m going to go next year too which would be an awesome chance to meet some people !! Let’s try to get to 1000 by next summer ! ❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖☠️☠️☠️

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Little Black Dress

Hello! How are ya'll doing? Hope you all are having a fabulous day or night or evening or whatever you're in right now! Xoxo

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 977

It was the first time that you could remember, the first time in years, that you got dressed up. You'd even gone out and bought a dress for the occasion. You were staying in motel in Royce City, just outside of Dallas. It was one of the very rare times that you all had a night off and you were trying to convince Dean and Sam to go out dancing, because you'd never been able to go before. You'd told the boys that you were out getting groceries (which wasn't technically a lie, you bought milk and a six pack for Dean), but you had bought a gorgeous (y/f/c) dress with some matching shoes. As they laid on your bed, you tried to convince Dean and Sam.

“Please?!” you begged. “Tell me the last time we went out and did anything fun!”

“We killed a nest of vamps last week, I consider that fun,” Dean muttered, watching the TV.

You looked at Sam with your sad-puppy face that you knew tugged at his heartstrings. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at Dean. “Why don't we go out and try it?”

Without looking, Dean rolled his eyes. “Come on Sammy, you can't break as soon as she gives you that look.”

You skipped up to Sam and wrapped your arms around his waist, batting your eyes. “Please?”

He chuckled and kissed your nose. “I'll go with you.”

“Yay!” you grinned.

He turned to Dean. “C'mon man. We never go out.”

Dean turned to him, a sarcastic, confused. “Really Sam? Dancing?”

“Yeah, why not?” Sam smiled. “Y/N's right, we hardly go out. Why not just try it, just for a couple hours?”

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Dean dropped the remote and stood up. “Alright,” he said, dropping his hands to his side. “Let's go out?”

You grasped your hands in front of your chest and let out a gleeful squeak. “Really?!”

You hurried over to Dean and engulfed him in a hug. “Thank you!”

As tough and sarcastic as Dean was, you felt him laugh softly and he broke your hug to grab his jacket. “Hang on, let me just put my dress on!” you laughed.

You grabbed your dress from the bed and hurried to the bathroom, shutting the door tightly behind you. Shimmying out of your clothes, you felt your heart start to race at the thought of dressing up for Sam. The two of you hardly did much but hunt. And you were with Dean most of the time anyway, you hardly had a chance to be seducing. But with this dress, you knew that tonight was the night. It was a tightly-fitted lace (y/f/c) dress, with an asymmetrical neckline and a sleeve on the right side. It went down mid thigh and hugged your body with a soft cling. The entire fabric was laced with a light layer of sparkles and with each movement, they shot off different colours of light in different directions. The shoes were black pumps with a high heel and an X pattern of straps that crossed over the top of your foot. As you slipped them on, you smiled, feeling prettier than you ever had. You took a peek at yourself in the mirror and you let out a sigh as you pinned your hair up in small portions. You lowered your arms and turned towards the door. You weren't really sure what to expect- you couldn't even remember the last time Dean and Sam had seen you in a dress, or if you ever even had worn one in the first place. A calming feeling fell over you as you stepped out into the motel room, and looked at Sam with a nervous smile.

Just as you'd hoped, Sam's mouth dropped open as his eyes locked onto you. You gripped your hands behind your back and spun a little, left and right. “Do you like it?” you asked cautiously.

You looked at Dean, and he, like Sam, looked shocked. But, instead of focusing on his glances, you looked at Sam and walked over to him slowly, listening to the sound of your heels clicking against the wooden floor. He didn't say a word, but instead, you watched his eyes go from your shoes, to the hem of your dress, your waist, your chest, lingered on your neck, and then met your eyes.

“You guys are clearly having a moment, so I'm just gonna...”

Dean coughed and hurried out the door.

You didn't pay attention to him, and instead watched Sam's eyes watch yours. “You look...”

You grinned widely, as his hands clasped your cheeks. “So beautiful...”

His eyes seemed to glimmer with affection and it took him a minute to be able to say anything. “Y/N, I've never seen you look so...wonderful.”

“I'm glad you like it. I picked it out just for you.”

“It's perfect...”

You giggled and looked down, feeling your cheeks flame. But Sam forced you to look at him, gently pulling your chin up so you could meet his gaze. “Don't even feel embarrassed. You're so beautiful and I'm so lucky that I have you.”

He pulled your face closer to his, and met your lips with a soft, loving kiss, only lingering for a minute. When he pulled away, you felt your head spin and he whispered to you, “Let's go dancing, and you can show me that dress.”

You hugged him tightly and quickly sauntered towards to the door. “Hey, Y/N?” Sam asked.

As your hand reached the doorknob, you turned around.

“That dress is really short.”

You winked at him and pulled the door open. “That's the idea.”

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Makings of a Queen Part XI

Hi everyone! I know it’s been a long time! So,  I have tons of ideas planned and I really hope that you guys have stuck around, although I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, but still, if you have I have a ton of stuff I’m hoping to put out soon and hope you guys enjoy!!!

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley x Reader / Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Words: 1025

Your heart was shattered. Just like him. You stood frozen, drenched in a sea of red, your eyes darting around the room, not knowing where to look. Crowley had disappeared ten minutes ago, and still you were standing in the same spot, with the same expression. Dean had started to groan, but his eyes hadn’t opened. Sam hadn’t even moved. You looked down at your hands, which were shaking uncontrollably. As you looked at your now-scarlet skin, you saw a droplet of water plop onto your palm. You raised one hand to your face and realized you were crying. And just like that, it was as if a dam had been broken…no, obliterated inside your head and you let out a high-pitched, desperate cry. With it, came a drop to the floor so hard, your knees screamed with you. But you didn’t feel it. You didn’t feel anything, except for the terrible, aching guilt and sadness in your heart. Not to mention rage and panic, and about a million other feelings that poured out in your cry. You leaned over, heaving, as if you were about to throw up. Suddenly, you heard a gasp to your right and Dean quickly sat up. His eyes, like yours, shot around the room, trying to register everything that happened. Then, they landed on you, and took in your state. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out another disgruntled cry. You dug your fingernails into your palms as you squeezed your arms around your abdomen, praying to whatever god was listening that this was all a dream, and Castiel wasn’t dead.

“Y/N…”

You looked up and saw Dean kneeling next to you. “It’s all my fault…” you whimpered. “Castiel is dead…because of me…”

Dean looked at you with tears in his eyes, something you rarely saw. “I wish I could say something…”

“Like what?” you cried. “Like ‘I told you so? Like I just ruined everyone’s lives? Like I just killed someone that I loved?”

“You didn’t kill him, okay? Crowley did.”

Your face fell into your hands. “I slept with the devil…and I lost my angel. Who I should have always been there for.”

You felt tears pool in your cupped hands and you looked up at Dean. “What do I do?”

Dean looked at Sam, then back at you. “Well first things first, we need to get out of here.”

“And just leave him?”

“Look at him Y/N!” Dean snapped, standing up and walked over to Sam. “That’s not Cas! Those are the pieces of him!”

You felt a choking pressure in your chest as you lowered your head in shaken sobs. “Sam?” Dean asked.

As he tried to wake his brother, you stood and looked out the window. It was dark, there wasn’t a soul outside. As you heard Sam coming to, you glanced back and saw him looking at you with pity that was getting more and more absent from Dean. “Listen, we have to go,” Dean said, not to anyone in particular.

He hurried to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and threw it at you. “Now.”

While he and Sam hurriedly gather their things, you shakily walked out to the Impala. As you waited, you looked at the night sky. Making sure you were alone, you whispered hesitantly, “Castiel?”

There was nothing but silence. “I…I don’t know if…if you’re there but…I’m…”

You felt tears slip down your cheeks again. “I can’t say sorry for something that you can not forgive. I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do without you.”

You heard the hotel door open and you looked quickly down at the pavement. “Let’s hit the road,” Dean said, jumping into the driver’s seat.

Sam set his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N…I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you muttered, climbing into the car.

Reluctantly, Sam followed, and quickly, Dean started the car and the three of you sped off into the night, leaving the nightmare behind you.

Two Weeks Later

You were almost two states away from where Castiel had been killed. You hadn’t dared to go back to Hell, or even use your powers at all. You sat in a new motel, while Sam and Dean researched anything about angels being brought back after they…well…exploded. With a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you sat on the bed, without a word, without a sound. Sam had been trying to help you, and Dean seemed to be coming back around. But you didn’t want the painful reminder of the grief you’d caused everyone. When the boys needed something, you got up and left to get it. Anything to be alone. Now, as you sat looking blankly at the wall, you got the sickly feeling in your stomach again. Something was wrong. Even more wrong than it already was. Dean had left to go to the bar, obviously frustrated with how little their search was turning up, and Sam had left to get snacks for you, after relentlessly arguing with you that he needed to go outside once in a while too. Once you made sure he’d been gone for ten minutes, you pulled a little tiny package out from your waistband, after hiding it for almost a day. Slowly and stiffly, you shuffled to the bathroom, and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was like looking at a zombie. The dark circles under your eyes, the hollowness of your cheeks- it didn’t look good. You looked at the instructions on the box, feeling a pounding in your chest that could only be fear- a feeling you should be used to by this point. Taking a deep breath, you sat down to pee. Closing your eyes, you prayed to anyone left who would even listen. In seconds, you were up again, shaking hands holding in front of you what would be something you didn’t want to see. Not now, not during this. Your eyes widened, your stomach flipped and you dropped the stick as you vomited into the toilet. Wiping your mouth and you looked down at it, the positive pregnancy test burning its image into your mind.

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SURPRISE

Hey everyone. I don't know how many of y'all are still with me, but I'm hoping that you listen to this, just for a minute. I'm very sorry that I stopped posting for so so long. I had some health and personal issues over the summer, but I'm going to try to get back into my groove on here, and hopefully I can get your interest back. If you are still following me, thank you for the support and I really hope I can make you proud !! Eve xo

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A Piece of Heaven Part 5

Hello, happy Monday! I have to say, I'm pretty dang proud of my medical knowledge on this. So, yay, college was good for something! :)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Blood?

Words: 1422

Tags: @jessikared97 @mywant3dnightmar3

They'd been yelling so many things at you that you didn't know who to answer. All you could think about were the ripping pains in your stomach. They were growing more intense by the minute and you couldn't do anything but clench your fists, trying to figure out what to do. “Please, get Castiel,” you moaned. “I need him here.”

“He can't come back right now dear, but I will get him as soon as I can.”

They had pulled you into a trauma room. You'd been in enough emergency rooms to know certain places. Everyone was scurrying around barking out orders and calling for medications. You looked up at the light with tears falling from the corners of your eyes. Then, you noticed the room started to get a little hazy. You grabbed onto the nurse closest you and asked slowly, “Is it...normal that...you all look...fuzzy?”

“She's crashing,” the nurse cried, not answering your question.

Panic raced through your heart and you pulled your head up to look down your body. Something was wrong, because you could see your belly, and dripping do the side of your hips and onto the bed was dark, red blood. You knew that this wasn't going to be a regular birth, and, as your head fell back onto the table, prayed to any god that might be listening. “Please, save her,” you whispered, sobbing. “Please.”

Before you could ask the nurse anything else, your vision narrowed to a pinhole, and you fell into a darkness you hoped that you could back from.

***

When you awoke, the sun was shining brightly through a window to your left. It seemed all was good with the world. You sighed and leaned your head back on the pillow, before the horrifying images of your labor reeled through your mind and you shot right back up again. But the pain in your stomach was too great, and you laid back on the bed, fighting back a sob. Then, something touched your hand.

You looked to your right and saw Castiel, sitting next to your bed, smiling widely. “It's okay, Y/N,” he said. “I'm here.”

“What happened?” you asked, choking back tears. “Where's...”

You touched your belly for the first time, realizing that you no longer had a bulging, pregnant one, but a flat, simple one. “Where is she?”

“They took her to the ICU,” Castiel explained. “She was born prematurely, so they wanted to do tests to make sure she is okay.”

“What did they do to me? Why do I hurt so much?”

Castiel stood up from his chair to move to sit on the side of your bed. “I do not know. They told me that something near fatal happened during your labor and they had to do a...what did she say...”

As he tried to find the words, you pulled back the gown to look at your stomach, and saw a long white band-aid, stained with red. “A cesarean section,” you whispered.

“Yes! That's what its called.”

You couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and they broke free. “Castiel, what if Crowley hurt her?”

He leaned forward and gently pulled your head into his shoulder. “Y/N, I do not think that it was Crowley that hurt you. I think it was something abnormal with the birth.”

“Where are Sam and Dean?” you mumbled into his coat.

“Right here,” came Dean's voice.

Castiel pulled away and you saw Dean and Sam walk in the door. “We figured you two would want some time,” Sam explained.

Your bottom lip trembled and Dean rushed over to the other side of your bed, planting a hard kiss on your forehead. “You made it through, kiddo.”

He pulled away and Sam did the same, kissing your skin and whispering, “We were worried.”

You let out a shaky sigh and leaned back. “Can you get a nurse?”

“Of course. I'll tell her your up,” Sam said, hurrying out the door.

You looked at Dean. “How long was I out?”

“Almost a day,” he said softly. “They only let us in a couple of hours ago. You were in surgery for almost two hours, then they brought you here. I don't know where they took...her.”

“Rosalind,” you and Castiel said sternly together.

You looked at each other, and with a small smile, you took his hand.

“Yes. Rosalind,” Dean smiled.

Footsteps echoed outside the door and Sam returned with a nurse by his side. “Hello, Y/N. I imagine you have a lot of questions.”

Not knowing where to start, you nodded.

“Well, you had a uterine rupture. It is a condition where the myometrial wall of the uterus is torn during childbirth. It can be quite dangerous, for both the mother and the baby. Now, I have a few questions, first, do you have any pain?”

“I...uh...”

“Is the baby okay?” Sam asked.

“Yes, she's fine. We ran some tests, and she's going to be okay.”

“When can I see her?” you whispered.

“As soon as we're done here,” the nurse smiled.

Looking at the boys, she said gently, “Would you all mind stepping out for a moment, just while I check her stitches?”

Castiel's face turned angry and his muscles tensed. “Cas, it's okay,” you said.

Dean came around and set his hands on Castiel's shoulders. “Come on, buddy.”

As they left the room, you looked at the nurse. “What caused it?”

“Well, the most common cause, and what looked like it was in your case, was that a scar from a previous c-section tore open. When was your last birth?”

There was a funny feeling in your stomach as you looked at the nurse confused. “I...I had a scar?”

She frowned. “Yes. From your last c-section.”

You looked down at your stomach. Last c-section? You'd never been pregnant, never had kids. Hell, you'd never had unprotected sex with Castiel until the time you got pregnant. And sure, you had tons of scars, but you shouldn't have one on the inside of your uterus...

“Y/N?” the nurse asked.

“Oh I...it was about two years ago.”

“Okay then. We're going to give you some painkillers for your discomfort, and we'd like to keep you for at least a week to ensure that you're healing properly. As for your meals...”

The nurses voice faded away in the background. There should be no reason for the inside of your body to be damaged like that. Why did you have a scar? Why did the nurse think you'd have a c-section before? It didn't make sense. Unless...

Crowley.

Your body went cold and you looked back to the nurse who was telling you about the meals that you needed to eat to sustain a healthy diet in the hospital. “When can I see her?”

She stopped and looked at you, almost upset that you'd interrupted her fascinating speech on food. “I can go get her now. But after that, I want to look at your stitches, okay?”

You nodded. She walked out of the room quickly and not long after she did, the boys hurried back. “Well?” Dean asked.

You couldn't speak. You didn't know what to say. The nurse mid-diagnosed you? No, that wouldn't fly. Maybe just tell them the truth. “She...she said that I had a uterine rupture, where the wall of my uterus tears open during birth.”

You heard Sam let out a sigh of relief. “That's fantastic, Y/N. That means that it was a natural cause,” Castiel exclaimed.

“Not exactly.”

You looked at them with a stern look. “She said that the scar from a previous c-section was the reason for what happened. She said that there was a scar on my belly and inside me that showed I'd had a c-section before.”

“But...you don't have any kids...” Dean began, sounding confused.

“Exactly.”

The boys looked at each other and all came to the realization that you'd come to yourself. “What did he do,” Castiel growled.

“Don't do that here, man, we're in a hospital,” Dean warned.

“He scarred her!” Castiel snapped. “He staged this whole thing! He tried to kill her!”

“Cas, honey, calm down!” you whispered furiously. “Someone's going to hear you!”

Then, came another noise. But not one that brought to you more panic or dread. No. This was the exact opposite. Instead of from fear, tears came to your eyes for a whole other reason. A cart was wheeled into your room, and you closed your eyes, listening for the first time to the cry of your baby girl.

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The Prey of Wings

Hewwo! I am sorry again I'm late, I don't think I'm good at this schedule thing. But I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, fighting

Words: 1802

The room was cold and dark. To be quite honest, you weren't sure if what you were in was even a room. It was almost like a dungeon. The last thing you remembered was walking back to the motel with something for dinner...and of course pie. Because god forbid you forget the pie. Dean would have a fit. But that was it. That was all you remembered.

You blinked a couple of times and looked around, but couldn't really see much. It was dusty, and you could feel it building up in your throat. So you let out a cough, choking on the thick dirt that paved your trachea.

“Hello?” a voice desperately asked from the darkness. “Is someone there?”

“Yes, I'm here,” you coughed, immediately jumping into caretaker mode.

If there were others here, it was your job to help them get out. “What's happening?” the voice whispered.

“I don't know,” you replied. “What's your name?”

“Anna,” she squeaked.

“Okay Anna, can you tell me how you got here?”

“I-I don't remember...all I know is I was walking home from school and all of a sudden, this giant...thing swooped down and that's it! And then I woke up here!”

There was a sinking feeling in your stomach and you sighed. “Were you wearing any gold?”

“I...how did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” you grunted, trying to sit up.

Dragons. Why did it have to be dragons. Of all the things that you could fight, it had to be a damn dragon. Why not a vampire? You'd even take a Wendigo, or a Shapeshifter? You'd never fought one, but Sam and Dean had, and apparently it'd been hell. And trying to find something to kill them was even worse. The only thing was...didn't dragons capture virgins? You spun around towards where Anna's voice had come from. “Anna, this is going to sound like an insane question, but it's important and you need to answer if for me,” you explained quickly.

“I don't think that much will surprise me,” Anna grumbled.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Seriously?”

As scared as you felt you both were, she sounded oddly angry. “What kind of creep are you?”

You felt around on the floor around you as you replied. “Listen to me Anna. You thought that this whole thing was weird? Something with wings swooped down and grabbed you, took you to god knows wherever this is, and took all your jewelry. This is going to sound crazy, but it's a monster that you've only heard about in fairy tales.”

“You're kidding me,” she scoffed.

An idea popped into your head and you reached down to your feet. You always hid an extra cell phone in your sock, and whoever or whatever took you seemed to have missed that part of you. You quickly unzipped your boot and felt around, feeling a wave of relief when you felt the phone. You pulled it out and immediately turned on the flashlight. Anna's arms shot up to cover her eyes. She was only a kid...maybe eighteen. She was caked in dirt and look straight up terrified. “Turn that off!” she exclaimed fearfully. “It'll see you!” “No, it won't,” you insisted. “It's not here. Now you have to help me. Is there anyone else here?”

Tears had made streaks in the dirt on Anna's face, and more started to pour down. “I-I think there might have been another girl here, but I haven't heard her in a while...”

You shone the light above your head, and realized you had enough room to stand up. Doing so, you tried to look around, to make sense of where you were. You were in some kind of dungeon, with no windows, no light whatsoever. The light revealed nothing but gloomy darkness, and you heard Anna still whimpering. “You're going to think this is absolutely insane,” you whispered. “But it was a dragon. And I know some people who are coming to find us, but you've got to help me look for a way out.”

Anna's face broke from her terror for a split second when she said “A dragon? Are you kidding me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Something with wings swooping down to kidnap a virgin and take her gold jewelry? Do you know anything about fairy tales?”

She shrugged and you took a step towards her, offering her your hand. “Come on.”

You helped her up and together, you started to looked around. There seemed to be a hall a little further down and you pointed. “Look there. Let's go that way.”

“What if he catches us?”

“Then take my phone and run.”

Without another word, you started to move forward, with Anna gripping onto your shoulder so tight you thought she'd break your bones. “I didn't see the other girl you were talking about,” you whispered as you moved towards the hall.

“I think I fell asleep...when I woke up I didn't hear her anymore.”

You shone the light around the floor. There was no blood, or scuff marks. You were hoping that you didn't find her dead. Not with a teenager beside you. Before turning down the hallway, you pressed yourself and Anna against the wall. “Wait,” you whispered.

You covered your phone with your jacket and peaked around. Joy filled your heart when you spotted a lighted area further down, that looked like a street grate was above it. “We're in the sewers,” you whispered. “I see some light down there.”

There wasn't anything or anyone in sight, so you slowly began to sneak out. “Stay close,” you said.

You'd only taken a few steps when you heard Anna scream and felt her hands pull you back as she was wretched away from you. You fell onto your back and let out a cry as you landed hard on the ground. A roar behind you caused you to flip onto your stomach, and look fearfully at the creature behind you. He was a tall, burly set person, with long dark hair and angry eyes, that were flashing a yellow colour. He had Anna in his grasp, and he pulled her up by her neck. “You tried to escape,” he growled. “Now, you're going to pay.”

You dropped your phone and rushed at him, hitting him head on with your shoulder. It was almost like running into a stone wall. There was a loud crack in your shoulder and you felt a shooting hot pain within it. You yelled as he and you both fell to the ground, as did Anna. “Run!” you screamed.

You could hear Anna sprinting down the hall. Underneath you, the dragon yelled in frustrated and threw you off, chucking you against a wall. You felt another crack in your chest,  and when you breathed in you felt a crackling sensation in your lung. Then came the pain. You knew you punctured a lung, but you couldn't stop. You got up and ran towards the dragon and punched him in the side of the head. His eye lingered on Anna for a minute, then turned to you. You glanced at her quickly and saw her climbing the ladder. Then, you turned to focus on your opponent standing in front of you. And he looked angry, and you knew you were in trouble. With one hit, he knocked your head backwards and you felt your neck snap back. Blood started to flow down from your mouth and a burning feeling ripped through your jaw. His hit you again, this time square in your face and you felt a snap in your nose. Trying to defend yourself, you tried kicking his legs, but all it did was shake him slightly. He grabbed you by your neck and as he did, you tried to look at Anna, and a cold feeling spread through your heart as you saw her banging on the grate. She couldn't open it. Looking back at the dragons, his eyes turned from dark brown to snake-like and yellow. “You are a fool,” he spat. “Now the Winchesters will come find you, and I will finally kill them.”

“That's why you kidnapped me?” you squeaked, your throat starting to close with his force. “To get to them?”

“They killed my brother,” he growled. “And now, I'll kill you. Sam's precious little one.”

His grip got tighter on your neck and you started to see spots. You kicked your legs, trying to get him off, but it did no good. He was like a wall. And his grasp was getting even tighter. Your fingernail clawed at his hands, but nothing was helping. “T-they'll f-find you...” you gasped.

“Oh, I bet they will. And when they do, they'll come see you.”

There was a crash to your right and the dragon jumped back, releasing you. You fell to the ground, gasping for air and coughing rapidly. “Y/N!” you heard someone yell.

You looked towards the grate opening, where Sam and Dean were jumping down into the sewer. Dean was motioning to Anna to move up the ladder and Sam was running towards you. The dragon huffed and you saw something flash in Sam's hand. You held your arm out, still coughing. “Hey!” he yelled at the dragon. “Come get me!”

The dragon turned his attention to Sam and just as he was about to step away from you, Sam took the oppourtunity of hi distraction to throw you the blade that you knew could kill the monster. You caught it and with one final thrust of energy, plunged the blade deep into the dragon's side, at a perfect angle to pierce his heart in the process. He let out a roar before a yellow light shot from his eyes and he hit the floor. You threw the sword to the side and laid on the floor, writhing in pain. Sam hurried over to you and grabbed your hand. “Thank god you're okay.”

“Jesus, I told you guys that I shouldn't go out on my own!”

Sam sighed. “But you're not a virgin babe. We both know that.”

“Yeah, and he still took me!”

You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned. The pain in your chest was immense. “Please, get me out of here. Just be careful.”

Sam gently picked you up, much to your discomfort. Dean met you both at the grate entrance and smiled smugly at you. “Just like us to save your butt huh?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Just like you to let me get kidnapped is more like it.”

You touched your side and hissed, as the pain shot from under your fingers throughout your right side. Looking back at Sam, you half smiled. “You realize if I ever die, I'm haunting the crap out of you two.”

Sam kissed your nose. “Yes hon. I know.”

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Makings of a Queen Part X

Dramatic turn! Hi guys, happy Monday! Hope you all enjoy this part of Makings of a Queen, I'm taking it in another direction! Enjoy!

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Violence, abuse, blood, death, angst

Words: 1369

It was about one in the morning when you heard your bedroom door open. At first, you didn't really pay any mind to it, because you thought it was just part of your dream. But when Crowley's arm wrapped around you, you opened your eyes and rolled over. “What time is it?” you mumbled lazily.

“Midnight, darling.”

You frowned. There was an edge to Crowley's voice that you hadn't heard before. “Is everything alright?” you asked as you opened your eyes.

“Where did you go last night?” he asked bluntly.

Your heart started to race, and you sat up rubbing your eyes.  “I went to see the boys,” you muttered. “You knew that.”

Crowley stood up and faced you, crossing his arms, with a stern look on his face. “And Castiel?”

“Yeah, he was there too.”

“But you didn't really stay with Winchesters, did you love?” Crowley sneered.

You felt like your stomach was about to drop to your feet. You tried to come up with a lie, a believable lie, so Crowley wouldn't find out what you'd done. “Crowley, I have no idea what you're talking about,” you sighed, lying back down, trying to act nonchalantly. “I saw the Winchesters, and Cas, we had a few beers, I came back here and went to bed. That's all there was to it.”

“Really? Well, then, you must be thinking of another scenario, because I don't imagine having a few drinks would take place in a forest.”

The last word of his sentence was almost spat at you, and you closed your eyes, your voice starting to tremble. “How did you...” “Did you honestly think that I would give you those powers and not keep an eye on you?” Crowley asked, leaning in towards you.

His fists balled up and he leaned onto the bed, his face a foot from yours. “By the way, I made dinner for you. But you never showed.”

Slowly, you slunk out of your bed and stepped onto the floor. “Crowley, if you saw what you saw and know what I knew, then you realize that I never had any intention of what happened. It just...happened.”

“It just happened?!” Crowley yelled.

You jumped and snapped your fingers, causing your pyjamas to disappear and replace itself with proper clothes, so if you needed to run, you could. And that realization was getting closer and closer to what was probably going to happen. You looked at Crowley, and to your shock, tears filled his eyes. “I thought you were the one,” he growled, trying to seem tougher than he felt. “I thought you loved me!”

You hurried around the bed. “Crowley, I do love you! And think about it, if I have these powers, I could have run away with Castiel and never come back! I could have stayed with him! But I came back here, and felt terrible about what I did. Doesn't that count for anything? I came back to you!”

You stood in front of him, heartbroken, tears starting to stain your cheeks. “I love you Crowley. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here.”

His eyes softened, and your heart jumped, thrilled that he understood. Or so you thought.

He flung his arms out and you felt your body fly across the room. The painting on the other side shattered as you hit it, and you cried out as you felt the shards of glass tear into your skin in a thousand places. You fell to the ground, hitting your head on the wood floor, and feeling a spike of pain shoot through your temple and down your body. You looked up, and saw Crowley storming towards you. Terrified, you pictured Sam and Dean, and instantly, were in the darkened hotel room.

You cried out in pain, as you curled on the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut, as you heard the boys jump and panic, trying to figure out what had happened. Lights came on, and you looked up to see Sam hurrying over to you. “Y/N?” he asked.

The pain was so intense that you couldn't reply, you just felt tears fall from your eyes onto the floor. “What happened?” Dean asked, rushing over to you.

You temporarily forgot that you had Crowley's powers but when you realized it, you closed your eyes, picturing with all your might that your wounds were healed so that you could stand up. “What the hell?” you heard Dean ask.

Knowing that your powers had worked, you opened your eyes to see the brothers looming over you. “Where's...Cas...?” you asked, trying to regain a steady breath.

“Here.”

Sam and Dean spun around and through their legs, you saw Castiel standing there.

You struggled to get up. You were still shaky, but the pain was gone. Sam looped his arm under yours and helped. “What the hell is going on?” Dean demanded, staring at you.

“I don't have much time,” you said, straightening up. “Cas, he knows.”

The fear that plastered Castiel's face was almost heartbreaking. “Who knows what?”

You walked to the bed and sat down, your face falling into your hands. “I slept withjoy  Cas. And Crowley found out. Now he's angry.”

Silence befell the brothers and you looked at Cas, tears forming once again in your eyes. “I'm so sorry Castiel. I never meant for this to happen. I should have never went with Crowley. Dean was right.”

You shamefully looked down to your hands, and felt someone sit down beside you. “I'm not sorry,” Castiel whispered in your ear. “Every moment with you is priceless, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.”

You looked up at him, joy filling your heart. “Really?”

Castiel kissed your forehead. “Yes.”

“Wait, so you slept with Cas?” Sam asked. “And now Crowley's hurting you?”

“I don't blame him. I cheated on him. I'd hate me too,” you sighed.

“That doesn't give him the right to hit you,” Sam said, sitting down on the other side of you.

“He didn't exactly hit me...”

“What did he do?” Dean asked, standing in front of you, looking angry.

You looked down at your hands and picking at your skin. “He kind of...threw me...”

“He threw you?” Sam exclaimed.

“Against a painting...”

Dean knelt down and looked at you with hard eyes. “Y/N, listen to me. I really don't think that what you did was right. And yeah, I'm still pissed about it. But I'll be damned if Crowley starts hurting you.”

“That can be arranged.”

You jumped up, as did the others and looked in fear as Crowley stood by the door, arms crossed and outrage plastered on his face. “Typical. Running back to the Winchesters. You know, I would have thought you smarter than that, Y/N.”

“Crowley, I said I was sorry,” you whimpered.

“I know you did.”

Sam and Dean stood in front of you, and Castiel held you tightly against his chest. “Leave her alone Crowley,” Dean growled.

“Standing up for a cheating whore? Very original, Dean.”

The insult was like a slap in the face. “Now, I have business to attend to,” Crowley said. “So move.”

To your horror, Sam and Dean flew to opposite sides of the room, leaving you and Castiel exposed to Crowley's wrath. “I thought more of you, Y/N,” Crowley sighed. “Now boys, you hated her when she left you for me. You're about to hate her a lot more.”

Slowly, Castiel moved in front of you, but didn't let go of your hand. “Cas, don't,” you whispered.

“I have to make sure that this doesn't happen again. And believe me, it won't.”

Crowley's words seemed to echo in your ears. And, in half a second, and explosion rocked you off your feet, as blood splattered every inch of your body, and your protective angel was gone, and your hand was empty. Shakily drawing in a breath, you let out a horrific scream, as you saw the room, as well as the brothers and yourself, drenched in Castiel's blood. “Good luck coming back from that,” Crowley growled and he disappeared.

And you stood, soaked in blood, in the middle of the room. Dean and Sam both lay unconscious, and Castiel, in pieces.

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Alright guys. Time to buckle down. I've been think about this for a couple of weeks and I've felt really bad about it because I was trying so hard to make quality work in such a short amount of time. And honestly, I thought being done school would give me more time, but working full time is just as hard, if not harder. So, hopefully being my final decision, I will be posting every Monday and Thursday. I hope you guys forgive me because I keep switching my schedule. All I want to do is produce quality work for you guys and I hope you can understand where I'm coming from. I love all of you guys so much you guys are all so encouraging. Thanks so much for sticking with me and I hope this is the last time that I have to do this but thanks for understanding.

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A Piece of Heaven Part 4

kredHello guys! Things are heating up, it’s pretty intense! Hope you guys enjoy this instalment of A Piece of Heaven! Happy Monday!

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Blood, graphic details

Words: 1435

Tags: @jessikared97 @mywant3dnightmar3

Month eight. It was the last week of the month. It was almost time. Your belly had grown to almost the final size, and you were starting to waddle around instead of walking normally. You tried not to walk to much, it made you dizzy and tired, and you wanted this to go as smoothly as possible. You were at a point where you were huffing and puffing just walking to the kitchen from your bedroom. So, the guys tried to make you as comfortable as possible and Castiel hardly left your side. Whatever you needed, he would get it for you. He made you laugh, and constantly told you that he would miss you being pregnant, because you looked so angelic.

None of you really knew exactly what to do about Crowley. You had an idea, but it was an unsolidified one. Dean and Sam had called on some hunters and other creatures they had met in the past, and had asked them to guard them when they came back from the birth. Crowley would find you while driving back to the bunker, and with a baby, it would be extremely dangerous. So, with one text, Dean had basically set up a call so that when your baby came, you’d be protected.

So it was like the guards around the president so to speak. It was vague, but it was all you could do. Once you and Castiel got Rosalind to the bunker, you could figure out what to do from there.

On this particular day, you were lounging on the couch with a glass of apple juice by your side, watching old cartoons when you felt the first lurch. This wasn’t the kind of lurch you felt when the baby was kicking you. This was painful. You doubled over and gasped, knocking over your drink. You hardly heard the shatter over Dean and Sam’s panicked voices, questioning what was going on. Castiel, who sat right beside you, grasped your neck with one hand, and held yours in his other. “Y/N, what is it?” he asked calmly.

“I-I don’t know…” you gasped.

You felt another painful pull from inside of you, and you cried out in agony. “What’s happening?” Sam asked.

Castiel’s hand massaged your neck, as he tried to figure out what was going on with your body. “She’s going to have the baby,” he exclaimed, standing up and starting to pull you with him.

“What do you mean?” Dean cried. “She’s going into labor?”

“I do not know,” Castiel said, hauling you into his arms. “But something is not right. We need to get her to a hospital.”

“Can you transport her?” Sam asked.

“No. It is too dangerous to her body, she is too weak.”

You cried out again, and felt beads of sweat start to drip down your forehead. The pain was growing. It almost felt as if there was a burning inside you. You had done so much reading on labor and pregnancy and giving birth, and you’d expected to have some kind of contractions, but instead, you just felt a constant burn, that was unlike anything you’d read about. Castiel hurried to the door. “Dean, we need to go.”

You looked over at Dean, who, unlike Sam, was standing still, just staring at you with a broken expression. Sam was hurrying around, trying to gather your things, but Dean just stood there in shock.

“Dean!” you managed to screech. “Please, let’s go!”

As if your words were electricity, he jumped into motion and ran to the door. Holding it open for Castiel and Sam, he quickly kissed your forehead. “You’re going to be alright.”

The three of them hurried up the stairs, Castiel as gently as possible with you in his arms. As quick as possible, he then opened the Impala door and handed you off to Sam as he got in. Then, Sam softly pushed your head and shoulders in, and Castiel supported them as you tried as hard as you could to pull your legs in. The pain was even worse now, almost like someone was stabbing you in the stomach. You just prayed that the baby was okay. Something was wrong, you just knew it. There was no way that this kind of pain was possible if the pregnancy was going normally. Sam slammed the door and jumped in the passenger seat. Dean pounded the gas pedal, and car lurched forward, sending you into another round of fits. “Be careful!” Castiel cried.

“I’m sorry but she need to get to the hospital!”

“It won’t help her if she’s in pain the entire way!” “That’s enough!” you yelled over top of them. “Dean just drive as fast as you can!”

The two of them stopped squabbling and Castiel held you in his arms. You were lying on his lap, and he had curled a blanket under your head so you were comfortable. He grasped one of your hands, and held you tightly around your waist with the other. “Listen to me. You are going to be okay, and Rosalind will be okay.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek as you clenched his hand. “Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

“Castiel, we can’t let him take her.”

Sam looked sadly at you from the front seat. Castiel met his eyes, then looked back at you. “Y/N, each one of us is willing to fight to ensure that Crowley doesn’t even get close to Rosalind.”

You smiled weakly at him. “Now,” Castiel said, trying to sound calm. “Let’s practice the breathing exercises, shall we?”

Nodding quickly, you took a deep breath in. “Slowly,” he directed, his voice becoming less shaky. “One deep breath in.”

Like a coach, Castiel directed you through various breathing exercises for almost the entire ride. And it was working too, the pain was subsiding and you were much more calm. That is, until you pulled into the hospital. When you looked out the window to the doors of the emergency room, you could see men in black suits guarding the entrance. All that hard work Castiel had gone through for calming you down went out the window and you started to scream. “No, no!”

Sam spun around in his seat. “What’s going on?”

“They’re here! They know we’re here, he’s waiting!”

Castiel looked up outside the window and his face melted into anger. “Dean, park the car. We all need to go in there, or they’ll catch you. I can keep them away for as long as possible, but you need to…”

Then the burning started again. Only this time, it was twenty times worse. You let out a scream , and felt a sudden wetness between your legs. Scared, you reached down and felt it. You were almost certain it was your water breaking, but when you pulled your hand back to look, your mind went blank when you saw that the liquid was a deep scarlet. “He’s here!” you screamed.

You grabbed your belly as the jolting continued. Tears poured freely down your face, as you were convinced Crowley was doing something to your baby. Blood smeared your shirt, and Castiel grabbed your face as Dean parked the car by the doors. “Listen to me, Y/N. Don’t scream about Crowley in there. You can yell, but don’t mention him.”

In between your tears and cries, you narrowed your eyes. “Good idea Sherlock. I never thought of that.”

Castiel looked hurt for a fraction of a second, but recovered quickly as Dean started hauling you from the car and Sam ran inside for help. Once you felt the cool air of the night hit your skin, the pain jumped up, and you yelled out for help, as you felt more liquid pour from between your legs. You knew that this wasn’t a normal pregnancy anymore. You could hear frantic yelling from the emergency room and before you knew what was happening, Castiel laid you on a stretcher. Two nurses loomed over you and started to ask a series of questions you couldn’t possibly start to answer. Castiel still gripped your hand as they wheeled you into the ER. You looked for the suited men as you passed the entrance, but they were gone, which scared you even more. As you passed through the door inside the ER, one of the nurses pushed the boys back, demanding that they wait outside. And the last glimpse you had of them was with terrified looks on all of their faces, as the door shut in front of them and your only protection from Crowley disappeared.

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Morning After

Hello everyone! I need your eyes help with suggestions. I'm wanting new perspectives and ideas for fics, so I need you guys to give me your ideas! I just want to shake things up and try to write something I'm not used to! It'd be a big help, thank you ! <3

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Intoxication?'

Words: 766

With every breath, your chest rose and fell, breathing it what felt like the richest oxygen on the planet. Your mind was open, free, and it made you so happy. The lights in the room danced around like small little fires in front of your eyes and stared at them in wonder. They were so beautiful. You tapped Sam, who was sitting beside you. “Sam...have you seen them? The lights?”

“Yes, Y/N. The lights are beautiful,” he said, holding onto your arm so you didn't fall.

You were walking somewhere, you weren't quite sure where. The last thing you remembered was Dean coming back to the bunker, with bottles of wine and beer, and the three of you living it up. You couldn't remember the last time you laughed so hard. Or were drunk in general. “Sam, where are you taking me?” you mumbled.

“To bed, Y/N. We've been up for hours, and you're way too drunk.”

“N-no...I'm not drunk...”

“You thought that monsters were attacking us when we turned the TV on,” Sam said.

You could almost hear the eye roll in his tone and you sighed. “Sorry Sam.”

He chuckled. You thought you were in your room, so you fell over into a soft mattress. Your hands found a pillow and you buried your face in it. “Uh Y/N...” Sam started.

“Shh, Sam, I wanna go to bed.”

He sighed, and pulled a cover over your shoulders. “Goodnight you dork.”

Just before he walked away, you grabbed his hand. “Sam, can I ask you something?”

“No, cause you're drunk and you're not going to remember anything.”

“Wait, Sam, stop, I'm actually serious.”

He sat down on the bed while you gripped his hand. “Does Dean like me?” you asked lazily.

“What?” Sam asked, furrowing his brow. “Of course Dean likes you, Y/N.”

“No, but...like...does he like me, like me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Like...he makes me happy. So happy, that I feel like my world lights up. Whenever he hugs me, it's like I'm home. He means so much to me, I just wonder if I mean the same to him.”

Sam laughed softly and pushed a strand of hair away from your face. “You'd be surprised, Y/N. Now get some sleep.”

Before you knew it, Sam was out of the room and the lights were off. You quickly fell into a deep sleep, and dreamed only about the one person you cared about.

The next morning when you opened your eyes, the first thing you felt was a pounding in your head. Although, you didn't feel sick, which was a plus. You blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to the light, when you realized that you weren't in your room. You looked to your right and saw all of the guns on Dean's wall and your stomach dropped. Slowly, you turned to your left and saw Dean lying shirtless in the bed beside you. “Shit...” you whispered.

You tried to think back to last night, but you didn't remember much. You remembered laughing and drinking with the guys, then telling Sam what you felt about Dean.  Did you sleep with him? Did you do something that you were going to regret?

You covered your mouth with your hand and squeezed your eyes shut. “Don't worry,” Dean's raspy voice muttered. “Nothing happened.”

“I-I'm sorry...”

You opened your eyes to look at Dean. He was on his back, one hand behind his head, and grinning at you. “You had a lot to drink last night.”

You coughed and pulled the cover up to your nose. “I'm sorry...”

He chuckled. “Y/N, don't apologize. You wanted to have fun. I get that.”

Remembering what you had told Sam, you asked, “Did...did you come in after I went to sleep?”

Dean looked away from you, but his grin never faltered. “No, actually, I was with you and Sam the whole time.”

Your heart sped up and you bit your lip. “You heard?”

Dean nodded. “Did you mean it?”

You pulled the covers down, but didn't take your grip away. “Would you be upset if I did?”

He slid closer to you, and to your delight, wrapped one arm around your stomach. He pulled you against his chest and leaned over you. “I'm just upset it took this long.”

You smiled widely, and leaned in closer. Dean met you in the middle, and pressed his lips against yours, and the taste of him exploded in your mouth. His strong arms held you tightly, and you begged to the gods that he would never let you go.

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Tear Drops on Pillows

Hello everyone and happy Thursday! This is a request from a lovely follower, so here you are!!

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Reader x Gabriel

Warnings: Loneliness, sadness :(

Words: 952

You sat in the motel room, staring blankly out the window. The rain pattered on the glass. Ever since Gabriel left, you'd been lost. As cliche as it sounded, it was true. Ever since Sam had fallen into the hole with Micheal and Dean had gone back to Lisa, Gabriel had been your world. You'd had an interest in each other since the beginning, but once you were alone, you both had decided to pursue a relationship. It was literally heaven, loving an angel and having one love you in return. The two of you had lived an almost normal life, hunting a few times here and there, because you needed some excitement.

Then, Sam was raised from hell. By Castiel. And Dean had insisted you stay away, because you were finally happy, and he didn't want you to be in danger of losing that. You'd argued with him on the phone for hours, that he gave up his new family, and you were willing to come back. And you were about to leave to meet them, but Gabriel didn't want you to. He wanted to live a normal life with you, and he didn't want you to go back to hunting. When you tried to convince him that you could still be together while you were a hunter,  he disappeared. Just up and left. And after a year of being with no one but him, it broke your heart in a way that you had never felt before. Then, as if Dean wanted to make it worse, he and Sam disappeared, not telling you where they went. You had assumed they knew nothing about Gabriel, because you sincerely hoped that they wouldn't abandon you after Gabriel did. After a week of them not answering your calls, you gave up. You rented a motel room and didn't leave. Your existence was on constant repeat. You woke up, went for a run, went back to the motel and stayed there. You just felt...betrayed. That everyone you loved and cared about had just left you. You hadn't even heard from Castiel. You thought that Dean had probably kept him on a short leash. You felt lost. As hard as it was to admit, you wished that something would find you, and this time, you wouldn't hunt it.

Now, as you looked out the window and thought about the past, you felt tears swell in your eyes. You never prayed to any angel anymore. It seemed pointless. You didn't want to feel abandoned anymore. So, still looking out at the rain, you clicked the light out on your bedside table and climbed under the covers. You felt a tear leak out and fall onto your pillow. Deciding against what you constantly felt, you whispered to yourself, “Gabriel, why did you leave me?”

You crunched the pillow against your cheek and buried your face in the softness. You never wanted to hate Gabriel. But it was getting harder and harder to not think that way. You sighed and closed your eyes, wanting the night to end.

“I never meant to hurt you.”

You jumped out of the bed so fast that you thought your heart exploded. You had grabbed the gun from under your pillow and pointed it at the source of the noise. And you dropped it just as fast as Gabriel's somber expression and open arms met your eyes. “G-Gabe...” you stuttered.

“Hi Y/N,” he smiled awkwardly.

Supposedly, your heart was going to jump out of your chest. Your soul was going to lift and your world would brighten. But it didn't. Instead, anger swelled in your chest, your vision went blurry with tears, and you could have sworn a red cloud fell over you. “You traitor!” you screamed, still holding him at gunpoint. “How could you leave me! It's been almost four months!”

Gabriel held his hands up in defense. “Y/N, please let me just explain...”

“Explain what?” you spat. “How you left me? Dean and Sam ignored me? Even Castiel won't speak to me!”

He sighed and looked down. “Please, Y/N...”

Shaking, you lowered your gun. He stepped forward and engulfed you in tight hug. You stood rigid, still gripping the gun tightly. “You're hurting me. Let me go.”

He pulled away, but moved his hands to cup your face. “I made a mistake, Y/N. Please, I'm sorry.”

Tears leaked down your cheeks and you whispered. “I thought you were a dream come true. I was so happy. And you left me. You left me, everyone left me. I've been just existing for months, and I've given up on you.”

Gabriel's face fell and you could see tears forming in his eyes too. And although you felt your heart break a little, it couldn't overpower the anger that covered your body. “Y/N, don't say that. I love you.”

“Don't say you love me,” you growled. “You couldn't love me if you left me.”

“Y/N, I'm sorry that I left you. But you need to understand. Sam was raised from hell, but Castiel didn't realize that he didn't bring back his soul.”

Your eyes widened. “Sam's soul is stuck in hell?”

Gabriel nodded. “I've been trying to help them find a way back. I guess I got so caught up in finding a cure for him...I forgot what was really important.”

You pushed him away, but threw the gun on the bed. “I get you wanted to help Sam, but that doesn't mean that you should have left me. Not what we had.”

“Please, Y/N, I can take you to them. We can do it together,” Gabriel begged.

You got into bed. “In the morning. For now, you're going to let me sleep.”

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hey darling, do you have a masterlist of 'makings of a queen' I wanna read it but I cannot find the first chapter and the other ones :(

I do now, lovely!

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Makings of a Queen Part IX

Hello!! I am SO sorry I didn't publish anything Saturday night, I feel really bad!! So I made this next chapter in Makings of a Queen!! Please forgive me and I hope you enjoy!

Update- I awkwardly said that this is part 8 when it’s part 9...sorry guys...

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley x Reader (supposedly but its kind of Castiel x Reader now too)

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (USE CONDOMS), finger fucking, dirty talk, cheating

Words: 1704

The bark of the tree was rough against your back, and that was with the thin material of your dress separating you from the wood. You hardly noticed it, you were far too busy tasting Castiel's lips. His firm grasp pushed you up against the tree, as his mouth explored yours in a hungry way you'd never seen from him before. It had been so long since last Castiel had even touched you. And now, he was touching you everywhere, and you couldn't lie to yourself. He felt good. He felt like...home. Like hunting, like the brothers did. You were crazy to be ready to abandon them. “Y/N,” Castiel whispered. “if you aren't comfortable with this, tell me.”

“No Cas,” you whispered breathlessly. “Please. I need this.”

He grinned at you and slid his hands around your back slowly. His fingers found the small zipper and, ever so gently, began pulling it downwards, exposing more and more skin, causing shivers to spread across your body. “You're dressed so beautifully tonight,” he whispered as his lips met your neck again. “Although, you always have been beautiful...”

Your head fell back against the tree as Castiel dragged his teeth over the soft skin, almost threatening to take a bite of it. “It would be such a shame to lose you to the devil...”

“He's just the king, not the devil,” you muttered, dazed with euphoria.

In a snap, Castiel's hand was around your neck, and pushed you tightly against the tree. You thought you should have been scared, but you were just excited. Dominating Castiel was someone you'd never met but were anxious to get to know. “No, Y/N. I am the king.”

His words sent shock waves down your spine and you felt yourself go cold. Castiel pulled his hand away, but you stayed pinned to the tree. He narrowed his eyes and looked at you. “And you're mine.”

It was such an odd feeling, being held up by an imaginary force. Of course, you'd been in the situation before, but never in a sexual way. As you struggled pointlessly against Castiel's magic, he finished undoing the zipper on your dress and gently tugged it until if was off your body. You shivered, as you were left in only your bra and underwear in the middle of a forest. Castiel traced his finger over the lace and velvet covering your breasts, and kissed it lightly. “You went through all this trouble for me?”

“Call it a habit,” you breathed heavily.

His reached his hands up to cup your breasts and gently fondled them, admiring them as if he'd never seen something so spectacular in his life. He ran his fingers over the thin fabric covering your nipples, and even though they were covered, you could feel a shock of pleasure beneath his gentle press. You let out a small moan and Castiel looked at you. “You enjoyed that?”

“I enjoy you,” you snickered.

Castiel smiled smugly and reached around you to unclasp your bra. It fell to the ground along with the dress and he locked his lips around one nipple, flicking his tongue out to gently meet the sensitive skin. You tried to arch your back, but his power was too strong. Not being able to move, you just let out a pleasure-filled moan as his licks became more forceful, then even louder as he moved to the other. He pulled back after a minute and raised his eyebrow. “Is that all it takes?”

“Smart ass,” you muttered, disappointed that he stopped.

“Let's see how much you can take then.”

He all but ripped your underwear off and with a flick of his finger, your legs were spread. You pressed your lips together, determined not to make a sound, hopefully making him worse. His fingers traced a circle on your belly, as he held one hand behind his back. Noticing he was still wearing clothes, you frowned. “Can you at least take your coat off?”

He looked up at you, but continued to swirl his fingers in a circle. “I could. But then again, I'm in charge, so I will take my coat off when I say.”

You let out a sigh. Castiel let out a small laugh and started to move his hand lower. He was just above your most sensitive area,  then stopped again. This time, he fingers just trailed over the skin, almost making it worse that you couldn't move. You wanted to groan, but you held your tongue, proving that he couldn't get to you. “Nothing?” he asked.

His finger dipped suddenly and found your soft spot just above your waist. That sent shivers through your body again and you didn't want to wait anymore. “Castiel...” you moaned.

“That's what I want to hear,” he laughed. “That sounds beautiful. Let's try to make it better,shall we?”

His fingers slipped down even further and met the heat coming from between your legs. They found your clit, and grasped it gently, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He massaged it and you clenched your hands, the only part of your body that you could freely move. He stepped up to you, so his face was an inch from yours. His breath was warm on your cheek and you could almost hear a low growl in his throat at the thought of giving you such feelings. With his other hand, he slid his fingers to your entrance and slowly slid one inside you. The pleasure was intense and you groaned loudly. As Castiel slowly slid another finger inside you, he whispered. “Who's your king?”

“You are,” you moaned.

He started to slid his fingers in and out, increasing in speed. “I didn't hear that,” he said, clenching your clit tightly.

“You are Castiel,” you moaned louder.

“Say my name again.”

“Castiel!” you cried, feeling your orgasm grow on the horizon.

As if he could sense it, he pulled his hands away and snapped his fingers, releasing you from his grasp. At the same time, his clothes disappeared. Before you could complain about his sudden movements, he crushed your lips in a kiss. His hands gripped the back of your neck and the dip above your tailbone, and against your lips he growled, “Turn around and bend over.”

Exasperated, you obeyed, spinning around quickly and bending over, Castiel assisting you by pushing you forward. You held onto the tree for support as he brushed his cock across your ass. “You're mine.”

Without warning, he shoved his cock inside of you, causing you to scream. The noise echoed in the forest, but neither of you seemed to mind. You sucked in a breath, groaning all the while, as Castiel's cock stretched you in every delicious way. You dug your fingers into the tree bark as he began to thrust against you. His hand came down hard on your ass, and you cried out, both in pain and pleasure. With one hand, he grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so it was close to his. You steadied yourself, and when you did, one of Castiel's hands slid around your waist and his fingers found your clit again. Your moans grew, and got louder still when he whispered in your ear, “I've never heard a more beautiful sound than of you screaming my name.”

His thrusts got faster, and he started to massage your clit heightening the intense ecstasy you felt in your bones. As your release got closer, you could feel yourself tightening around Castiel's cock, and he knew exactly what to do. “Come for me, Y/N. Show me how much you love me.”

His lips nicked your ear, and with that, and his hands gripping the one place on your body that you could hardly feel at that point, you came, spilling all over his cock, and letting out one, final cry of desperation. It wasn't long after that Castiel exploded inside of you. Your name peppered his lips as his grip on you tightened, and then released. You stood up, wincing as you did so and leaned against the tree. “I'll be honest, I miss that.”

You snapped your fingers and you were clothed and cleaned, but the feeling of Castiel never left your body. He too dressed himself and stepped up to you, stroking your cheek. “You don't have to miss it anymore, Y/N. You could have this any time you wanted.”

You looked down at the ground, feelings of shame and anxiety washing over you like a tidal wave. “I don't know what to do.”

“I'll tell you what. You think about. Go home, get some rest, and just relax. I'm not going anywhere.”

He kissed your forehead and turned to walk away. But before he took more than three steps he turned around again. “And, if you still need something else to help you decide, you can steal me away at any time.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You're suggesting that I keep cheating on Crowley?”

Castiel shrugged. “You said it not me.”

With that, he fluttered away. And in the blink of an eye, you were back in your own room. You wanted with every fibre of your being to be happy about what just happened. And you were, in a way, but you couldn't get over the fact that you'd cheated on Crowley. You had always been dead set against cheating, and never respected anyone who attempted it. Now, you were guilty. A complete hypocrite. You collapsed on your bed and wished more than anything you could just be in a comfy set of pyjamas, ready for bed. Then, with a quick snap in your mind, you realized you could be. Looking down, you saw yourself dressed in fluffy (y/f/c) pyjamas, complete with matching slippers. You ran a hand across your face, noticing all your make up was off. Sighing, you pulled back the big white comforter and crawled into bed. You snapped and the lights went out, then you stared up at the lavender glow on your ceiling. You felt tears in your eyes and a pain spread throughout your heart. And for the first time in forever, you wished that you'd never even met the Winchesters.

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When are you going to continue with makings of a queen???!

I'm writing the next one right now, I realized I forgot to post on Saturday!!! I'm making it super awesome to make up for missing Saturday! It'll be up tonight I promise !!❤️❤️❤️