I like how Castiel went from this sweet adorable little baby to “Dean calls me daddy”

“You’re no one’s but mine.”

A/N: I haven’t written Chuck in a while and I really wanted to write angry chuck stuff again, so here we go. :)

Summary: You and your friend spent a day together as you come home to the bunker you find a jealous and angry chuck waiting for you which lead to something you didnt expect at all.

Warnings: Smut, first time sex, angry sex, some fluff, angry chuck

Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader

Laughing I tucked my arm under one of my companion, to some it might’ve looked like a date but for us it was just two friends hanging out at the fare. We met during a hunt a few weeks ago and directly got along very well and hanging out with him was a good variety instead of spending most of my time with the Winchester and Chuck even though Chuck was my best friend but hell god could be annoying at some points.

“So where do we go next?” David asked me as we made our way through the people filled place surely taking care of the huge Teddy Bear on his shoulders he won for me.

“Hm, how about we get something to eat and then go home? It’s already pretty late and it was a fun but exhausting day.” I told him surely happy but also tired. We spent the whole day together which included spending half of the day at the beach and the other half of the day at the fare.

“Sounds like a plan.” He said before we made our way to a food stand where they offered different kinds of food. Both of us decided to get waffles. David paid the food and together with the waffles in our hands we slowly walked back to the car, eating our waffles and telling each other the most stupid jokes we knew.

Around 20 Minutes later we arrived at the bunker.

“It was a really great day, I hope we can do that again sometime.” I told him before I hugged him tightly.

“It surely was and I hope so too.” He said a bright smile on his face. I smiled shortly before I got together with the Teddy Bear out of the car. Waving him goodbye I turned around to the entrance of the bunker. I pushed open the metal door and walked in directly making my way down to the stairs, the heavy door falling back into its look. As jumped down the last stair I didn’t expect Chuck standing there in the middle of the room, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Oh, hey!” I said with a big smile on my face but he didn’t say it back like he always does.

“Where have you been?” He asked me, his voice was quiet a little too quiet if you’d ask me.

“I’ve been out. Is something wrong?” I asked him raising an eyebrow because his reaction confused me a bit. What was is his problem? I walked up to the big table in the middle of the room and placed the teddy bear on it before I turned back to face my best friend.

“What’s wrong? Everything is wrong. You just keep hanging out with that weird dude.” He said and I could hear a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“It’s fun hanging out with him and he’s not weird, he’s a super nice guy.” I told him trying to stay calm since I was not nearly in the mood to start a fight with him.

“Yeah nice until he fucks you and lets you fall like a cold stone.” He said his voice rumbling with anger.

“What the hell Chuck? Even if so why would you care, I can do what I want.” I yelled back at him. How could he even think something like this? He should be happy for me, he is my best friend.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” He shouted. “Those guys are all the same, they just want to fuck you and then they don’t want to hear anything from you.” He had his hands balled to fist and anger painted on his face. I never saw him like that before and it scared me.

“He’s not like that…” Just as I wanted to finish my sentence he angrily grabbed my face and pressed his lips on mine before he kissed me with an amount of anger I never felt before.

“You’re mine, you belong to me. You’re no one’s but mine.” He hissed against my lips before I felt the edge of the table pressing against my thighs and his hips against mine.

“Why didn’t you say something?” I asked him my heart pounding like crazy against my chest from the previous kiss.

“Shut up.” He said running his hand in my hair just to pull my head back so he could attack my neck with his lips easing a moan from my side. “Since the moment, I first saw you I wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you until you scream my name.” He mumbled between a few kisses sucking a mark into my neck. “You turned my whole world around.”  Holy shit why have I never realized how hot he is? I had a crush on him for a while now but I never considered it being something serious but this whole situation changed everything for me.

“Chuck please…” I moaned as he placed more kisses up and down my neck, his hands rooming over my body pulling at my shirt before he ripped it off and threw it across the room. He snapped with his fingers to remove my bra, his lips directly attacking one of my nipples sucking on it until it was fully hard while he twirled my other between his thumb and index finger. Pushing me down on the table he kept playing with my nipples, squeezing and pulling on them with his teeth and fingers making me squirm under his touch. I pushed my hips against his and let out a loud moan as I felt his already hard member pressing against his jeans.

“I’ll show you what’s good.” He groaned against my sensitive skin placing hot wet kisses down to my lower tummy softly biting it as he opened the button of jeans and pulled them off my legs throwing them over his shoulders on the floor, snipping with his fingers he removed the last part of my clothes before he placed his lips on my lower tummy again starting to place more hot wet kisses down to my center until he kissed me there right between my legs where no guy ever kissed me before. He licked a broad stripe through my fold before he roughly started attacking my clit with his tongue.  Because of his roughness, I lifted my hips and pushed them further to his face. “Don’t move.” He whispered placing his hands on my hips to keep them steady as he kept up the work of his tongue. I ran my hand into his curls so I got something to hold on. He licked another broad stripe through my fold before he flicked his tongue against my clit again and again driving me totally insane and closer to the edge with each new touch of his tongue. My legs started shaking as I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me and I knew it wouldn’t take long until I would cum. I could feel him grin against my folds before he roughly flicked his tongue against my clit one more time sending me over the edge. Throwing my head back I moaned his name. He removed his lips from my center leaving me back as a panting mess.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He whispered removing all his clothes expect for his boxer shorts with a fast snip of his fingers. Leaning over me he placed his hand over my center slowly pushing two of his fingers inside of me his thumb softly rubbing against my still sensitive clit making me wince in pleasure. His lips found my breasts again, placing kisses, sucking and biting them while his fingers moved in a fast and steady rhythm inside of me. “I love how wet you are, Y/N.” He said removing his lips from my boobs just to place them on mine again kissing me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth and discovering it as he started a fight with mine. I’ve never been kissed like that before, I kissed a few guys and had some sexual contact but I never had sex with a guy.

“Chuck stop, I…” I broke the kiss wanting him to tell that I never had sex before but I also knew that I could trust him and that he would never hurt me. He stopped and looked at me. “Its fine.” I just said before I pulled his face to mine again kissing him passionately. He pulled his fingers out of me so he could get in line with my entrance before he slowly pushed himself in. I gasped loudly as his size filled me out, I needed a while to get used to the new feeling inside of me.

“Holy shit you’re so fucking tight.” He groaned as he started circling his hips, pulling back out and pushing fully back in, in a hard and steady rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pushed mine further to his asking for more. I never thought that it would feel that good but it did more than good. The man above me changed his position a bit until he found the right spot to make me scream. Circling his hips once more he pulled back out, snapping his hips back against mine.

“Chuck…faster please…” I begged him as I could feel a new orgasm building up, both of our breath coming fast and unsteady as he kept speeding up the pace of his hips, thrusting into me fast and hard. He grabbed after one of my hands, lacing our finger with each other and pressing it.

“Oh, god you feel so good.” He moaned against my lips, his sweaty forehead leant against mine as he pulled back out and thrusted back in repeating his motions again and again until my muscles started tightening around his pulsing cock. He circled his hips another time, pulling back out and pushing back into me, hitting the exact right spot to send me over the edge. I screamed out his name, if somebody else would be in the bunker they probably would’ve heard us having sex in the middle of this table. He followed me after another thrust spilling his full load into me, riding us through our orgasms before he collapsed on me his face buried in my neck.

“Chuck?” I asked him still fast breathing playing with his curls.

“Yes?” He whispered and looked at me.

“I…uh I actually never had sex before.” I whispered before my face went deep red but I kept eye contact with him.

“What? Holy shit, I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything.” He said now totally worried that he did so. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked then still looking at me.

“No, I’m fine more than fine!” I made him clear placing my hands on his cheeks. “I don’t know, I know I can trust you and that you’d never hurt me.” I whispered shyly shrugging my shoulders shortly.

“Christ Y/N, I could’ve really hurt you. I was angry as hell.” He whispered before he shortly kissed me. “Was it okay for you?” He stroke a strain of hair behind my ear.

“More than that.” I told him with a happy smile on my face.

“I’m glad.” He said as he slowly pulled out of me. “We should clean up this mess.” And with those words he snipped his fingers cleaning up the mess of our orgasms and the blood from my lost virginity. He picked me up in bride style, snapped his fingers and not a second later we both laid in my bed.

“I love you Y/N.” He said as he pulled the blanket over our naked bodies. With a happy smile, I placed my head on his chest and my arm over his tummy.

“I love you too Chuck.” I whisper as he laced our fingers with each other. I was surely too exhausted to say one more word and so I fell asleep on my now boyfriends chest.

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Huntress- Part 17: Power

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E17 so warning: SPOILERS

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Dragging yourself down the steps of the bunker you tried your best to ignore your Uncle and Dad’s worried stares. Thankfully, they didn’t have time to question anything. Your head was bearing sharp pains, making you feel ten times worse. But, again, you said nothing. “How did you get here?” Dad’s defensive statement caused you to glance up form your feet. There was Mick. He had a glass of whiskey and was sat comfortably at the table. Her smiled “Alright lads…you know, this is our building. It’s men of letters.” “It’s creepy.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes. “That key of yours opens up the door to every Men Of Letters bunker there is.”  “What do you want?”  “It’s urgent, so here me out. A few weeks back our lab picked up some sort of cosmic energy-” “A nephilum.” Dad nodded, the three of you were well aware. “You knew?” Mick looked offended, like some sort of trust between you had broken. You didn’t remember making something to be broken in the first place. “We had her.” Uncle Dean admitted. “Had?”  “She got away.” “You let her get away!” Mick was in shock.  “She wanted to get rid of the baby too. We didn’t think she was just going to up and run like that. Besides, while you lot were off sipping tea they were locked up!” You snapped at him.

Everyone hesitated and fell silent. You glared at him before saying “I’m going to bed. Don’t try to wake me up.” 

You trudged away from them, feeling their confused stares on your back. Making your way to your bedroom, you closed the door and sunk to the floor. Your head was now throbbing.

You clutched it, trying not to hit it against something in some sort of desperate attempt to stop it. Flashes of the one before Claire, the experiment, appeared in your mind. You hissed in pain. This wasn’t normal. This can’t have been-

A surge of agony broke you from the thought, making you curl into a ball, shaking lightly from the never ending pain. Your hands clenched into fists. It wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair. Why didn’t she survive it? Why didn’t she survive?  You were angry and desperately trying to keep yourself calm. Each breath was harder than the last. Your grip tightened around your hands as you pictured her screams and cries for help. Anger was swarming inside your mind and everything changed to shapes. Reds and oranges took over as the vibrant hues danced in your vision. The rage was reaching it’s peak, a breakdon was rising up rapidly as your felt your hands shake in attempt to free themselves from their own grip. Your heartbeat throbbed loudly in your mind, muffling out any other sounds.

Then you broke.

At first you heard nothing, but a deafening white noise as it pierced your ears. Then a smash.   Everything fell dark as shards of glass scattered about the floor. Some sliced through your own skin, but you didn’t even flinch. You shouted and cried, burying your head in your hands, bringing your knees to your chest. You coughed- your head now ready to explode. A harsh cough escaped your throat, sending acid and bile up with it, it seeped through the edges of your mouth, making you choke on the bitter foam. Then, you felt nothing.

“Anyone seen, Y/N?” Mick asked, walking in on two slightly hung-over and very tired Winchester brothers. “She told us not to wake her and judging from the way she was I’m keen to obey.” Dean explained, taking a sip of water. “Alright. I just thought I outta say sorry. She wasn’t wrong, to be fair.” Mick admitted. “If she’s up she’ll be in her room. Knock and wait.” Dad ordered, making sure an angry teenager wasn’t added to the list of problems. “Alright, cheers.”

When Mick reached Y/N’s room he knocked on the door and waited for almost a full minute before sighing. “Here goes nothing.” He mumbled, turning the door handle. Only, when he opened the door he saw something he wasn’t expecting. “Y/N?” Mick asked hesitantly, hurrying over to where her unconscious body was. She was on her side, eyes closed, breathing even. If it weren’t for the cuts along her body from the broken light bulb, it would have looked like she was sleeping peacefully. “Sam!” Mick called in a panic. Running footsteps sounded as Sam sprinted towards Y/N’s room. When he arrived he nearly stepped back at the sight of it.

His daughter was lying in the middle of what looked more like a bomb-site than a bedroom. Shards of glass were plastered across the floor, a few pieces sticking into her bare arms and some on her face, both orbited by specks of dried blood. “Y/N!…Sweetheart?” Sam knelt down next to her, his eyes glistening with tears “Can you hear me?”

“Please.” Sam begged. Dean followed after his brother, kneeling next to his niece. “What happened?” He demanded. No one knew so no one spoke. Sam sat his daughter up against his chest, taking some tissues from the box and wiping away the sick that was around her mouth. Mick began to clear away the area surrounding her body as Dean grabbed the first aid kit. He opened it up and took out a pair of medical tweezers. Dean gently pulled some of the glass from her skin, wiping away any excess blood that oozed out of the wounds.

She groaned a little, trying to grab back hold of consciousness. Dean paused. “Y/N…?” Sam encouraged, squeezing her hand. “It…it didn’t…” She never finished, her eyes drooping shut. She faded in and out of consciousness as Dean finished clearing her wounds up.

Sam lifted her up gently- bridal styel. He then lay her down on her bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling up a chair next to her. He put his elbows on the mattress, resting his head in his hands. “I don’t understand.” He admitted- lost. “What the hell happened?” Sam looked up to Dean. His older brother. His guide.

“Sammy, I-“ Dean gulped “I don’t know.”

“Some sort of fit…” Mick said “Did she ever tell you about her…power?” He didn’t like to use the word ‘power’. “Yeah. When we found that other psychic, she used it a little.” Sam nodded, determined to understand what had happened. Mick nodded slowly “She’s dangerous. Or she can be.” “But she wasn’t using it.” Sam didn’t understand. “No….but she was angry. Of course.” Mick nodded to himself, suddenly understanding the mood you were in “She was angry.” He repeated. “Why?” Uncle Dean questioned, folding his arms against his chest. “The cure. It worked for Claire.” “Why’s that a bad thing?” Dean pressed. “Because it didn’t work for Max.”

You awoke to the sounds of muffled voices and a throbbing head. You heaved yourself up from the bed, sitting up straight and taking in your surroundings. This was your room. You had a few bandages on your arms and there were two chairs next to your bed. You pressed the palm of your hand up to your head as though it would help with the pain. You were still angry, but maybe because you weren’t fully recovered you wouldn’t lash out aomeone by accident. After a moment of hesitation you made your way towards the voices. Occasionally, you stopped when everything started swaying. Your throat was dry. The voices kept growing louder until you turned the corner. You held onto the door frame, your eyes falling on the backs of Dad and Uncle Dean as they discussed Kelly…the one pregnant with the nephilum. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, like “hey” or “sorry for breaking your lightbulb”, but only a cough came out.

Their heads turner towards you in shock. Dad rose from his chair and smiled: “Y/N”. He headed straight for you and hugged you tightly, wrapping his arms around you protectively. “God, you scared us.” He said, relaxing as you hugged back. “Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly. When Dad let go Uncle Dean shot you a smirk before hugging you too. You hugged back, smiling in his embrace. You nearly stumbled when he let go, but managed to balance yourself. Your eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds as you tried to stop the room from turning. “The hell happened in there?” Dad asked, taking your hand and guiding you a little. You followed them to the table, too tired to refuse the help. You shrugged. “Let me guess, you don’t want to talk about it?” Uncle Dean rolled his eyes. You found it hard ot tell if he was being serious or not. “Sometimes I can’t control it. I think I can. But I can’t. Like…everything’s fine,  but suddenly something happens that reminds me of all this shit I’ve been through and it happens.” No one knew what to say.

“My head hurts. Then I break something. Then I throw up. Then I pass out.” You went through the same stages. “Always the same. “ “Did you smash the lightbulb…with your mind?” Dad asked, leaning forward. “Yeah. Not on purpose, though. I just. God I don’t know…” You paused to try and think straight “I feel everything rising up and it all snaps. Then something breaks. Or sets on fire. Or falls down.” “Like I said,” Mick appeared behind you all “She’s dangerous…” He paused, looking at you sympathetically “but, she’s not a bad person.” “She’s also sitting right here.” You noted. “Yes…” Mick caught on and added a quiet “sorry.”

“How’re you feeling?” Dad asked. Maybe he was changing the topic for a reason, or maybe he just didn’t have anything else to say. You sure didn’t. “Fine. My head hurts I guess. But it usually goes after a while.” “I remember when this happened for the first time,” Mick said “Your Mum wasn’t home and I panicked.  You basically made yourself get better.” “You lived together?” Dad questioned Mick’s word choices, making you look away. “Well,” Mick stuttered “It was the Chapter House…there were a few different family’s living together.” “Really?” Uncle Dean raised an eyebrow in disbelief “You’re a terrible liar.” Mick didn’t say anything.

“Y/N.” Dad’s firm voice forced you to look at him “Care to shed some light?” “It was the Chapter House, there were a few different families living together.” You lied, copying Mick’s exact words. “There’s a huge one just north from Central London. “ Your Dad seemed to calm down a little when the words came from you. “Okay.” He didn’t push, but something told you he wasn’t fully convinced either.

Almost two days later you were leaning up against the table, Uncle Dean at your side. Both of you were waiting in anticipation, this was the fifth time you’d called Cas. Once again it went straight to voice mail. “This is my voice mail,” Cas’ awkward voice filled the air once again “Make your voice a mail.”

“Come on Cas we’ve called you about five times already.” Uncle Dean sighed, out of words to say. You shrugged when he glanced at you, followed by him hanging up. “This is hopeless.” “Is he usually like this?” You asked, still not sure if it was like Cas to leave for quite some time. He was an Angel, so who were you to say what was normal for him? “Not so much lately.” He shook his head “But even still he usually says what he’s doing or where he’s going.”

A woman called Eileen was sat in the war room with your Dad. She was deaf and used sign language when she spoke. And my God was Dad in love. You didn’t say anything, but watched as he blushed when she spoke. “He’s like a ten year old with his first crush.” You whispered to your Uncle, making him chuckle “Yeah tell me about it.”. “She’s badass.” You noted, realising just how intelligent this woman was. Not to mention the fact that she was a Hunter. Your Uncle gave you an unreadable look before giving in “Yeah. She sure is.”

Stood next to Eileen, you both watched in amusement as your Dad pretended to be a Doctor to get more information. When he hung up Eileen gave up a thumbs up, Dad grinned back and joined the mini line you’d made. You were with Mick and Rawlings, who were now part of the whole nephilim predicament.  “You might wanna take this back with you.” Mick handed over the Cult and Dad took the opportunity to sass him “Gee Mick. I thought we’d gotten past the trust issues.” You gave Rawlings a glare before getting in the Impala.

Everyone arrived at some sort of abandoned looking carpark. You were waiting for Dean who, hopefully, would be with Kelly and maybe even Cas. “Who’s this?” Dean pointed at Rawlings. “I’m Rennie…Rawlings. Graduated Kendrick’s-” “Great. I don’t care.” Uncle Dean ignored his ‘look how amazing i am’ speech and opened up the door for Kelly. She refused any more help and got out of the car, staring at you all with brave fear.

Dad stepped up “Kelly, we all know what difficult situation you’re in and we..we want to help.” He kept a calm voice as not to frighten her anymore. “You call this help?” She asked, rubbing her stomach where the baby-bump was. “That kid, “ Uncle Dean began “It’s Lucifer’s.” “I know!” She snapped “Do you think I wanted this? I love this child.” “You will mean absolutely nothing to that child when it’s born. It’ll kill us all.” Mick scolded.  “Not helping.” You hissed at him.  “This is absurd.” Rawlings reached for his gun.

“Don’t!” You and Uncle Dean warned him, only to be cut short by a menacing sound with a strong wind. You paused…this wasn’t natural. “She’s here.” Kelly managed, looking ten times more afraid than she had been. ‘who?’ you thought. 

Everyone reached for their gun and stood apart to cover more ground. You all protectively glanced around to see who, or what, it was. “Hey!” A shout came from behind. You glanced around, seeing a woman…well…demon, with yellow glowing eyes and a determined expression. She threw her hands up, sending everyone except Kelly to the ground. You smashed against one of the broken up cars, your gun trying it’s best to slip from your grip,

She walked forward with a blank expression as everyone fired at her. You stopped, putting your gun down. This was a waste of bullets. She was a Prince Of Hell, she’s not going to die from bullets. She threw her hands up at those still left with guns in their grips, making them drop their weaponry, and continued to advance towards Kelly.

You watched as Eileen reached for the cult, lying just in front of her reach. She grabbed hold, cocking it and holding her finger over the trigger. She aimed for the Demon’s head, squeezing the trigger.

However, as the gunshot sounded you watched in a helpless realisation as the Demon disappeared from view, along with Kelly Kline. The bullet continued further along it’s path than it should have and hit Rawlings in the chest. His eyes widened in shock and pain before he fell to the floor. Blood seeped down his shirt.

You stayed close to your Dad as you watched Mick kneel down next to Rawlings, well aware of the bloody code. “I- I didn’t mean to.” Elileen apologised, moving closer to where Mick was. “I meant to shoot the demon.”  “It’s okay it was an accident.” Dad reassured her, but Mick was unconvinced.

You opened your mouth, halfway between wanting to warn Eileen and shout at Mick. Mick reached for his gun and held it up in front of Eileen. “Woah woah!” Uncle Dean gasped.

“What are you doing?” Dad demanded.

“Mick put the gun down!” You shouted at him loudly. Everyone else had their hands up in defense except you. “B-But she shot a Men Of Letters. She has to die!” “It’s not as simple as that!” Dad protested. “But it’s the code.” Mick was lost. “Fuck the code!” You practically screamed at him. You stormed past Eileen and your Dad who grabbed onto your shoulder to stop you. You shrugged him off, marching right in front of the barrel. “Y/N, get out of my way.” “You know I won’t.” You glared at him, trying your best not to look scared. “Then I’ll shoot you too!” You could see up close that Mick’s eyes were teary. “You won’t do that.” You said calmly “You don’t have to answer to that stupid code. You can answer to yourself.”

“Your Mum did that.” He was close to crossing a line you’d clearly drawn “And look where it got her.” Your eyes narrowed as he continued “Max tried. Look where that got her.”  “You’re not Mum! You’re not Max! And you’re not my family!“ You cried. Mick’s expression fell at your words. 

“Please.” Eileen begged “Please don’t…”

Mick squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. “Mick…” Dad had stepped forward, putting his hand on your shoulder and dragging you away from the gunpoint. Mick followed with the gun absentmindedly before putting it back in front of Eileen. “I know you have this code that you blindly answer to. But you’re better than that.”

Mick lowered his gun, looking in pain as he did so. He avoided everyone’s gaze. “Just go…” he whispered. Dad nodded, backing away. Only he stopped when you didn’t move. You didn’t know what to do. Did you mean what you’d said? Half of you wanted to apologise whereas the other wanted to walk away. “Y/N,” Dad put his hands on your shoulders “Come on, kid.” 

The four of you trudged down the stairs. Eileen was in front, her hand went to her face where she no doubt wiped away an escaped tear. You watched sympathetically as she stumbled to a halt. 

“You okay?” Uncle Dean asked her. She nodded for a few seconds, before changing her mind “No…hee wasn’t a monster…he wasn’t” Dad stood next to her, perhaps about to offer some form of comfort, but she hugged him without needing an offer. He hugged back, his head resting protectively on hers. 

“Morning…?” Dad raised an eyebrow at you. It was at least 2 or 3am by now. You’d been up for quite some time. “Morning.” You hummed, not glancing up from your fidgeting hands. “Been up long?” He asked, sitting down on the table next to you. Your feet swung, not quite touching the floor. “A few minutes.” You shrugged. “Right.” He nodded, still in his night clothes. You both knew he didn’t believe you, but no one said anything. “What were you reading?” He asked, nodding towards the open book on the table.  “I wasn’t actually reading it…” You admitted, not sure how to explain. “What else do you do with books?” He asked, slipping off the table and folding it over to read the title “This is in Latin. You can read this?” “Yeah, but I wasn’t reading it. I was just..turning the pages.” “Turning the pages?” He echoed. You nodded, not wanting to say it out loud. Dad noticed your slight awkwardness and took a moment to think through everything you’d said. “Oh…you mean, Turning the pages like…with your mind?” 

You nodded. “Maybe if I use this…whatever this is…for harmless stuff it won’t build up. And I won’t hurt anyone.”  He offered a sad smile then joined you again, his feet touched the floor. “Maybe.” “I never told Mum.” You admitted. “What?” “I never told her. As far as she was concerned I was normal.” You explained. “You are normal.” Dad reassured. “Max couldn’t do it.” You ignored him. “Really?” “Just me.”

“I’m sorry…” You frowned in thought “Why?”  “Mick told us what happened to Max.”  “Oh…” You looked away again. “I know it must have been hard to watch it work on Claire after.. But, that is a good thing. It’s not fair, but it did save a life.” Dad tried to calm you down, but you’d already lost it over that.  “They made me watch.” You said blankly. “Watch?”

“When they realised that the cure wasn’t working they made me watch her die.” You took a deep breath. ‘Don’t cry’ you told yourself.  “That’s horrible, Y/N I’m so sorry.”  “I think-” You paused, having never said these words out loud before “I think they meant for her to get bitten.” “What makes you think that?” “They never liked us. They could just pass it as an excuse for an experiment. Nothing they did for us was ever due to good intentions.” You didn’t know how to say it without sounding way too suspicious of them.

“What did they have against you?” “I’m not traditional. I’m not obedient. I didn’t go to Kendrick’s. I have a brain-” You were cut off by him chuckling at the last point “You’ve been through a lot.” He commented. “Not compared to some.” You shrugged it off. “Doesn’t make it insignificant.” He countered, smiling at you.

You didn’t move for a while. “You should get some sleep.” He said, placing a gently hand on your shoulder.  “Yeah.” You agreed absentmindedly.  “Come on.” He said calmly, guiding you away from the room.

When you reached your bedroom you noticed he hadn’t left your side. “Y/N, hey. Look at me.”  You glanced up, your eyes tired and teary. He had a sullen look. 

Without saying anything he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. You squeezed your eyes shut in his embrace in a desperate attempt to keep the tears from falling. Dad’s arms held you close in comfortable silence. “I’m proud of you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. “So proud.”

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-hoarding useless things -Like to have money -eating a lot -sleeping a lot -hiding inside my cave forever -avoiding humans

Perfect Part 11

Title: Perfect: Houston

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 4,115

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Jensen Singing. Oh and a Cliffhanger

Requested by @livsly11: Can you do a fic where Jensen and the reader have been friends since like birth and she follows him through everything and they even live together and one day Jensen blurts out that he has a girlfriend to everyone and he gets y/n to pretend to play his girlfriend

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A/N: Here is the second last part. I hope you guys enjoy this part! Feedback is always appreciated. PLEASE send in your drabble requests for the series. I will try and write every one I get.

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*I mean no harm to Danneel or their beautiful family. This is purely for fictional purposed.*

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Wednesday. 2:51am.

 You tossed and turned in the bed you had been sleeping in for the past few nights. The mattress was lumpy and uncomfortable. You were either too hot or not warm enough. You couldn’t get comfortable and on top of that. You could shut your mind up. Nothing seemed to work.

 It had been a few days since you talked to him and every waking minute became harder and harder for you. You missed him terribly and that was an understatement. A piece of you was missing and quite frankly, you were sure that half your heart was back in Vancouver with him.

 He had texted you everyday, despite what you had said Sunday night. You needed time but god did you need to hear from him. They were simple messages, nothing too extensive. He just said that he missed talking to you, that he missed you. He hoped you were okay. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve you treating him this way. He had been nothing but supportive for the last thirty-two years and even if he did say those things, he couldn’t mean any harm. Jensen never meant to hurt your feelings.

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