Famous love.

Imagine crossover Sherlock x Supernatural (Cast)

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: None(I think)

Note: Okay so, i hope you guys like this!! Just saying… i’ve have never been to a comic con, so i don’t know exactly what it look like. And Benedict don’t have twitter, but here he has. Part 2 coming soon!!! :)

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The big building in which the convention was being held was right in front of your eyes, making you smile largely. It was your first time at Comic Con, not as a fan going to a panel, but as one of the cast members presenting the panel.

Everything was so surreal.

If someone’d told you two years ago that you’d be a part of the cast of Sherlock BBC, you’d call the crazy. Fortunately, that’s exactly what happened. And now you were about to enter the building with the other actors to get ready for your panel.

Besides all the magic of the usual stands, today the panels would be Sherlock, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries and some new Marvel-related trailers. But besides the nervousness creeping up on your belly, there was also the nervousness on you poor fangirl heart. Just the idea of being in the same environment as the Supernatural cast made you crazy, not mentioning your eternal crush on Jensen Ackles. And today, you’d have a chance to meet him.

“(Y/N), is this nervousness?” Martin, who played John Watson in Sherlock, asked laughing as he saw your trembling hands.

“No…” You answered, defensive, making him raise an eyebrow. “Maybe… It’s my first time! I have the right to be nervous.”

“You definitely do, (Y/N). Stop messing with her, Martin.” Amanda, his wife who also played Mary on the show, said hugging you from the side, since you were still in the car. Amanda and Louise (Molly) had been your best friends since you’d entered the series, but there wasn’t anyone in the car you didn’t consider a friend, which was a relief.

The car finally parked, but soon some people from production started guiding you through the corridors to take you to the dressing room. Benedict, Louise and Andrew, who played Moriarty, were in the other car, that’s why they hadn’t arrived yet. The hallways where the dressing rooms were located were obviously restricted to the production and the artists, and until you arrived in front of a door with “Sherlock" written with big black letters, you could see a few of the actors from The Vampire Diaries, but no sign of the Supernatural cast.

“Ah, you’re here!” Mark, the producer of the series and also the actor who played Mycroft, said as he rose from his seat and rushed to hug the cast. He, Una - who played Mrs. Hudson and was practically a big mother to the whole cast - and Rupert - Inspector Lestrade - were already waiting on the room.

“(Y/N), Amanda, come here darlings!” Una said tapping the empty space beside her on the couch, making you sit on her right side and Amanda on her left. You talked and laughed for some time, the photographer on the room taking pictures of everyone until Benedict, Andrew, Louise and Moffat arrived.

“Okay, everyone! The Vampire Diaries’ panel has just begun, at one thirty the Supernatural one begins, and then at three you’re on. After that there’ll be an autograph session with all the casts of the three series here today, so until then who’s not in an interview is free to do anything they want.” Moffat said making everyone nod cheerfully. They’d all ben to a Comic Con before, but the energy the place carried made even a non “Comic Con Virgin” as yourself feel the nervousness of a beginner. “Speaking of interviews, Mark, Benedict, Martin and (Y/N), come with me.”

You rose from the couch with the butterflies in your stomach that had accompanied you all the way here, and left the dressing room with them, not missing Amanda and Louise’s thumbs up for you on your way out. Benedict wrapped his arm around your shoulders while you walked through the hallways behind Moffat. If you were having such fun merely with the production and the artists, imagine what it’d be like outside…

You stopped in front of a door with the name of the magazine you’d be having the interview with, and Moffat knocked and soon heard a “come in” from inside. But as soon as you took one step forward with Benedict still holding you sideways, your gaze was diverted to the left side of the corridor. Was that… Misha?!

You obviously couldn’t tell, since Ben pulled you inside the room parting from you so he could shake hands with the two interviewers, and you did the same. “We’re so glad to have you here! Sit, please.” one of them indicated to the chairs.

This was the first of many interviews you had to make on the day. You were always nervous at the beginning, but all of them ended up to be real fun. The questions were basically about what to expect of the new season of Sherlock, about Mabel - your character - and Sherlock’s relationship, and a few personal questions.

“Where’re we headed now?” you asked to Louise excitedly, since you’d parted from Benedict and Martin a while ago.

“We have thirty minutes until our panel! So for the time being I don’t think we have to be anywhere.” she answered making your heart skip a beat, it was almost time, you could barely contain your excitement.

And then, something clicked on your head.

If there was thirty minutes left until your panel, that that meant the Supernatural one must end now, and maybe you could get a glimpse of the cast before you were on stage! You couldn’t find anyone from their cast the whole afternoon, the only sign of them being the guy at the corridor that looked a lot like Misha. You kept wandering through the corridors, and Louise took a picture with you to post on Twitter with the caption “Molly HATES the competition. I love her, though <3”, making you laugh since you were basically cast as a romantic pairing for Sherlock himself.

“We’re up in five minutes. Shall we?” Louise asked, but ended up going ahead as you parted ways to drink some water. So many interviews had left you with a dry throat.

You were distracted with your cellphone, RTing Louise’s picture and posting a picture you, Benedict and Martin had taken this morning.

You wished you were paying attention.

Actually, no… You didn’t.

“What the-“ you exclaimed when you felt your body hit something, and a cold liquid splash all over your shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” And when you heard that voice, you looked at the person holding an empty glass in front of you.

Jensen. Fucking. Ackles. He was right in front of you, looking at you with a guilty expression without knowing what to do exactly.

“It… It’s fine.” You said still in shock from seeing him, and holy shit was he even more handsome in person, if that was even possible.

But it wasn’t until you felt the water drip inside your bra that you finally looked down to see the damage. Your shirt was completely soaked. Your white shirt.

White and transparent.

Damnit.

Now the shape of your breasts and your navy blue bra were completely visible. “I am so sorry, I really am!” He apologised again, looking at your shirt, which left you slightly uncomfortable. But it soon faded away. He was Jensen Ackles, after all.

“I gotta go. My panel…”

“Starts now, I know, I’m so sorry… Here, um, take my shirt. You can’t go onstage like this.” He said, handing you the grey shirt he was wearing over a batman T-shirt.

He knew who you were. He knew.

“(Y/N) I’m so glad I found you! You have to come with me right now!” An event organiser appeared beside you, already pulling you away.

“Thanks!” You screamed over your shoulder, seeing him smile and yell back another apology and a “good luck” from afar.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Now here’s the cast of Sherlock!” Someone announced and you were on the stage at the sound of cheers and applause. You smiled warmly at all those people waving at you, feeling your heart race. You waved back, sitting between Benedict and Martin. You were wearing ragged jeans, a pair of black ankle boots and now Jensen’s dark grey shirt.

It had his smell. Holy fuck.

Breathe, (Y/N), breathe.

Moffat started talking about the series and the new season, and the cast eventually commented here and there, especially Benedict and Mark. Then the subject changed to your character, and they gave you the word.

“Well… I guess I was quite nervous at the beginning, since Mabel isn’t originally on the books, and I was really scared that everyone would hate me.” You said a bit nervous

“Yes, Mark and I were also a bit uncertain about her at first.” Moffat added, making Mark agree. “To cast or not to cast a Mabel.”

“Thank god you did…” you played with a smile, earning cheers from the crowd. “But as I was saying, I think a lot of people expected - or expects - Mabel to be similar to Irene, since she’s her younger sister. But the only thing they share is their intelligence, because they’re completely different as to their personalities.” You explained, and so it went for about an hour. Making jokes, laughing and talking about the series and your personal life. You noticed some fans pointing at Jensen’s shirt, making you swallow hard and pretend you didn’t see it at all. They’d obviously notice it. The Spn cast had literally just left the stage.

“And that’s it for today! That you for being here, see you next time!” Moffat said, you waved at the crowd and left.

Your first time definitely couldn’t have been better.

“You were great, (Y/N)!” Amanda said - or yelled - hugging you along with the rest of the cast, who also screamed in approval and joined you on a group hug.

“Awn, you’re the best!” You said with a muffled voice from being crushed by several bodies, and all of them repeated your “Awn”. They finally let you go, and just then you realised that, in a chair not too far - with a perfect view of the stage - Jensen sat observing the scene with a crooked smile.

Your eyes locked and you retributed the smile, but another organiser interrupted the exchange once again, pulling him and the Sherlock cast to opposite directions.

Time for the autographs.

There was a big room with autograph tables for the three series, so it could be more practical for the fans who’d attend all three tables. They were organised each in one of the corners of the room, displayed in a sort of triangle, The Vampire Diaries and Sherlock’s tables on the base and the Supernatural one at the top.

When you arrived, the fans’ screaming intensified, and you could see thousands of people waving at you. You could only smile and wave back. The other casts were already sitting at their respective tables, and when you came in, the session begun.

“(Y/N), I love you so, so much.” A fan came closer to you with swollen eyes, shaking and handing you a picture to autograph.

“Hey, there’s no need to cry! I love you too.” You answered with a smile, and she mimicked your action, making your heart melt. That was the most gratifying part of your work, for sure.

A few more people came by tour table, complimenting you and making you smile even more each time. But you couldn’t help but advert your gaze at the Supernatural table every now and then. Even though your eyes wouldn’t leave Jensen, all of the people seated at that table were your idols, and you were absolutely stunned by how many fans were going by your table with tears in their eyes.

“Can we take a picture?” “Benedict! Martin!” “I love you so much!”

There were so many voices speaking you got a little lost sometimes with all the fuss. You looked back at the Supernatural table and saw Jensen looking straight at you. He smiled and waved, making you do the same. This was a dream.

“(Y/N), you’re so wonderful!” A fan who was about 14 years old said, and you saw Benedict, who was beside you, smile as he heard the compliment. “And you and Benedict have to be together. You’re so perfect for each other!” You and Benedict laughed and he kissed your cheek, making the fan swoon, but he didn’t say anything, leaving you to answer.

“Well, he’s married, sweetie. But Sherlock can definitely have Mabel, I really hope they end up together.” You answered with a smile, seeing the girl next to the 14 year-old divert her gaze to you.

“No, Jensen and her are perfect for each other!”

What?

“WHAT?” You asked a bit shocked.

“You’ve never seen the montages and edits of the both of you? The whole Sherlock and the Supernatural fandom ship you two! And those of them who don’t will start to after today.” You opened your mouth in surprise, but looked at her with confusion after that last sentence, and she soon explained. “You’re wearing his shirt!” You felt your cheeks heat, and for some reason you didn’t explain why exactly you were wearing Jensen’s shirt. You smiled awkwardly, and saw Benedict, Louise and Amanda - who were actually paying attention - laugh at your face. “Anyways, can we take a picture?”

XxXxxxXx

After an extremely tiring afternoon, but a wonderful one nonetheless, you arrived exhausted at home, but not even the sleepiness you felt kept you from running towards your computer to look at the tag #jen(y/n) in all of the existent social networks. After that fan, many others started freaking out when they saw you with his shirt, and didn’t stop asking if you two were together…

When the autograph session ended, everything happened so fast that you didn’t even have the chance to give his shirt back. Not that it bothered you, because despite taking a shower and putting comfortable underwear, his shirt was already back on your body. It had his smell, and despite it being technically wrong, it was your pyjama for the night. But you couldn’t care less, he was you idol and there was nothing wrong with a fan sleeping with a shirt she’d gotten, right? Right.

You were looking at some posts about you on Tumblr when one called your attention. It was a picture of him looking at one side with heart eyes, and the next picture was of you with the same expression looking at the other side. Like you two were looking at each other.

The caption said: “I managed to take a picture right when they were looking at each other! They’re so perfect, oh my god! I watched both they panels, and in the Supernatural one, Jensen was still with his shirt, and then right after at the Sherlock panel, (Y/N) was already wearing it. At the autograph session, I asked them if they were together and he just laughed and didn’t answer, a little embarrassed. When I asked her it was the same thing, and when I asked about the shirt she just said ‘He’s wonderful’ and didn’t say anything else. Is it just me or does anyone else feel like they’re one step from going public? I think our dreams are about to come true #jen(y/n) shippers.”

Your heart skipped a beat when you read what he had said about you, and after this post, you found others always saying that non of you’d answered anything about supposed relationship, but that whenever anyone asked him about the shirt he’d always say “doesn’t she look beautiful with it?”

Okay, you hadn’t answered the questions because you liked the supposition and didn’t want to deny something you wished were true. But what about him? Why didn’t he say anything?

You went to your mirror and took a particularly blurry picture of you wearing the shirt with your phone’s flash and gathered the courage.

You could be doing something really stupid, but you’d never know if you didn’t try.

“Just got home with something from my favourite series… #fangirling” You posted it on Twitter with the picture that didn’t reveal anything apart from your blurry face and the shirt.

Your heart was in your hands and you threw your phone on the bed, afraid to see what was going to happen and going to the kitchen to eat something. Minutes later, when you got your phone back, it had numerous notifications indicating a tweet from Jensen.

“Just got a new fan ;) #hellyeah”

You couldn’t avoid the smile spreading on your face, but it was soon replaced by a frown when a notification arrived indicating a Tweet from Benedict.

“Traitor @(Y/N)”

You laughed, soon posting a “Benedick”. And you went to sleep with the biggest smile on your face.

Tough Times (Part 2)

Summary: Hi! Can you write a oneshot where the reader is Sam and Dean’s 20 yr old sister and is really sweet and naiive and a demon convinces her to drink demon blood and gets her addicted and the boys find out and they get really scared when she’s in the panic room because her hallucinations are terrible and she’s in a lot of pain so they try to help her through it. Sorry if it’s dumb :)

Characters: Sam x Reader x Dean

A/N: Sorry this is a day later than I promised but I hope it’s worth it. DON’T WORRY THERE WILL BE A PART 3. So let me know what you think!!!!

Part 1

“What is this?” You asked as you stared down at your now empty cup.

“Blood” Cameron answered calmly as you looked up at him in shock.

“My blood to be exact.” He smirked as you drew your eyebrows together “You know I’m a little disappointed you didn’t recognize me” Cameron said as he slowly walked around you and you racked your brain trying to figure out what he was talking about.

“I mean is it really that easy for you to forget someone you met only hours ago?” He asked as he sat down in front of you on the couch.

“Someone you shot” He blinked, making quite possibly one of your worst nightmares a reality, as his eyes flashed a deep black color.

-

You knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as the memory of that night played through your head. That was the night everything changed, and not for the better.

Ever since then there has been only one thought on your mind: I need more. And of course the more you needed was blood, and luckily you had managed to hide this-uh-addiction from your brothers.

After that night you ran home and burst into the bunker in tears, after seeing what this had done to Sam you were not ready to go through the same and nor were you ready to put your brothers through that again. It nearly broke Dean, and Sam? Hell he went through it, who knew what kind of effect this would have on him. So naturally you lied, told them that Cameron had broken up with you. And they, being the protective and caring brothers they were, offered to beat him up. You even caught them attempting to sneak past you but you made them swear to stop, and luckily they finally did.

For the longest time you were able to hide it successfully, telling the boys you were going shopping or whatever until your addiction grew and soon enough you needed more every day; if you tried to leave every day the boys would definitely be suspicious.

So you tried hiding it, bottling the stuff and hiding it in your closet, but after several occasions where they had almost found it you had decided that was not an acceptable solution. So you resorted to leaving every day, and for about a week and a half it worked until the boys accused you of going on hunts by yourself and refused to leave you alone for this one.

And that’s how you got to be where you were now. Driving the impala as Dean passed out in the seat next to you and Sam in the backseat. Thanks to the blood you had been able to run on just 2 hours of sleep, if any at all. So after another hour of arguing you finally got Dean to let you drive his car while he slept.

Which meant that you had time to come up with a plan as to how you were going to get around this. You couldn’t just bring them to the warehouse for them to see some poor demon tied up and bloody. And you couldn’t just leave them in the motel room. In short you were screwed, so instead you focused on the road.

-

You had finally arrived at the motel, gotten a room (the stupid building only having one left), and had dragged Sam and Dean’s butts into the room and collapsed onto the couch and closed your eyes. As the amount of demon blood in your body depleted you grew more and more tired as you knew your crash approached. And under no circumstances could that happen.

So with great reluctance you picked yourself up off of the couch, threw on your coat, and slipped out of the door, only half paying attention to the amount of noise you were making.

You hotwired the first car you could see that wasn’t the impala, you were doing your best to not die and stealing Dean’s baby would no doubt result in the opposite, and drove off to the abandoned warehouse. You needed your fix.

-

You threw open the door and stormed right for the demon tied to the chair, picking up the angel blade on your way over to him. Without even waking him up you yanked down his sleeve and slit his forearm. He didn’t even flinch, having been through this process many times before, before you brought the slit up to your mouth and sucked.

You soon felt yourself return to your original strength but you didn’t stop there. Normal was great but you wanted more, you wanted to be powerful, and this time you wanted it to last so you kept sucking.

You faintly heard the door open but didn’t pay it any attention. That was until you heard your name.

You looked up in shock, you could feel the blood drip down your chin but you made no move to stop it as you stood there frozen in shock.

In the door way stood Dean and Sam, both of them armed to the tooth with every weapon you owned as they stared at you with an expression that no doubt mirrored yours.

“What are you doing?” Dean demanded, or at least he tried to, his voice shook so much that the question didn’t care the same amount of weight as it normally would. Except to you it couldn’t have hurt more. That wasn’t disgust or anger or fear in his voice. No that was disappointment and it shook you to your core.

The demon flashed his eyes to black briefly before turning them back “Looks like she’s following in your footsteps Sammy boy” he spat.

The expression on Sam’s face horrified you. He looked at you with apologetic eyes, as if he were blaming himself for this whole situation. His arms slumped to his sides as he found them too heavy to lift any longer and his legs buckled slightly from beneath him, he was breaking, you were breaking him.

You suddenly saw Dean’s demeanor change as he stood up straighter and clenched his jaw before sending the demon blade through the demons chest.

You wanted to scream at him, to yell at him for killing your only source of the blood but you bit your tongue and watched as he stalked over to the chair before pulling out the blade and walking back towards you.

He stopped next to you and opened his mouth before shutting it and clenching his jaw. With one last glare he shook his head slowly before turning away and walking out of the building.

You felt your chest cave in as you found it hard to breathe. Your brothers were all you had, they were you’re everything and now thanks to one big mistake you were losing them.

You looked to Sam as tears threatened to spill from your eyes and a lump crawled its way up your throat.

“Get in the car” He ordered making a point to keep his voice firm.

“Sammy I-“ You began.

“No Y/N” He all but yelled before balling his fists and taking a deep breath “just get in the car” He finished, his voice still firm but much quieter.

He turned around and walked out of the building just as Dean had done, not bothering to check if you were following.

A single tear slipped down your cheek as you brought a hand up to cover your mouth and your lip trembled beneath it.

One mistake, just one stupid mistake cost you both of your brothers, your only family, the only people you gave a damn about and the only people who gave a damn about you. One simple mistake and your life was changing forever, your relationship would never be the same, they would never look at you the same, interact with you the same way, never even think about you the same way.

Your life was changing before your eyes and not for the better.

You knelt to the ground and uncovered your mouth finally allowing the tears to flow freely and you wept. Loud ugly sobs escaped your mouth and racked your body as you gasped for breath in between, your entire world crashing around you.

Yet neither brother entered the warehouse and held you, neither brother assured you it was going to be ok, neither brother even bothered to check if you were ok and that is what broke you beyond repair, for it was the first sign of the unwelcome change.

Imagine sparring with Dean

Author’s Note: This was fun to write. Let me know what you think, yeah?! Words: 1,681

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Killing Me Softly, Part 4

Admin: Lilith Imagine: Can you do one where the reader is hired to kill dean and Sam but she gets caught? But Sam falls in love with her and she with him. If it doesn’t trouble u can u put in some smut? Word Count: 3725 Warning: The rating slowly increases, referencing child abuse and murder.  Also, severely bad past relationships and mentions of abuse/manipulation, plus drugs. Things start heating up between Sam and Reader, but sparks aren’t flame just yet… A/N: “Ice” is slang for pure, or high quality methamphetamine.  “Crank” is poor quality.

First: Killing Me Softly, Part 1 Second: Killing Me Softly, Part 2 Previous: Killing Me Softly, Part 3 Next: Killing Me Softly, Part 5

Investigation had to wait until the morning.  This was how you found yourself awake at 3am, with Dean curled limpet-like around your middle, snoring in the general vicinity of your bellybutton. You scritched his scalp lightly with one fingernail.  No response.  “Dean,” you whispered.  Nothing. After a moment, you rolled your eyes, twisted sharply to the side and just rolled over.  There was a startled snort as Dean and wakefulness reconnected via your hip versus his chin. “Gnk,” he grunted, full of bleary indignation.  And with that, he flopped back down onto the mattress.  

You waited until he started snoring again and heaved a sigh.  There was a stifled snicker from the other bed.  The light from the streetlamp outside filtered in just enough that you could see the glitter of Sam’s eyes a few feet away. You stuck your tongue out at him and he grinned, whispering, “He’s a sloth, sorry.” “You know this how?” you whispered back.  Sam rolled onto his side so he was facing you and flicked one hand dismissively. “When we were kids, we got one bed and Dad got the other.”  A wry expression slipped over his face and drifted away, like a cloud over the moon.  “Nothing like having to smack your brother until he lets you up to take a leak.” It wasn’t really funny, but you found yourself trying to muffle a giggle anyway.

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Anything For You

Request: Hi ,can you write one when reader is a hunter and like Dean she has to take care of her litle brothet. Fluff please,and Dean fall in love with her? Thank you :)

Characters: Dean x Reader

A/N: Though admittedly its not some of my best work I still think it’s pretty cute! And it’s got some protective!reader which is always a plus!! Please let me know what you think!

You ran around your motel room frantically shoving various things into a duffle bag.

“And Remember-“ You said to your brother who was sitting on the motel bed with a bored expression on his face “Lock the door and don’t open it for anyone” He said the last part just as you did.

“Hey.” You said calling your brothers attention “You may just dismiss this as a stupid warning but this is important ok.”

Your brother sighed and threw himself back onto the bed groaning “Why can’t you take me with you?”

“Because it’s dangerous.” You stated simply, a response your brother has gotten tired of hearing.

“You’re just going to meet more hunters.” He mumbled.

“Yes and you’re only twelve.” You reminded him going back to adding precautionary weapons to duffle “I don’t want you and that world to mix yet.”

He only groaned shoving his face on the pillow before screaming into it causing you to roll your eyes.

“I’ll be back in about an hour.” You called before walking out of your motel room staying outside until you heard him lock the door.

-

You pulled up outside the diner Bobby said that the other hunters would meet you at staying in your car as you looked through the giant windows to try and identify the hunters.

Though it proved to be pretty easy as you saw two giant men squeezed into one side of the booth as  the shorter one poured something, no doubt holy water, from his flask into a third water glass.

You smiled before stepping out of your car and into the restaurant, heading straight for the two hunters’ booth.

“Hello boys.” You smiled smugly sliding into the booth.

The two of them looked at each other in confusion before turning back to you “I-uh-think you have the wrong booth.” The taller one stuttered out.

“No I have the right one.” You said while pulling out a menu “And I’ll tell you what.” You added setting down the menu. “I’ll drink this” you gestured at your water. “If you drink this.” You smiled before pulling out your own flask and dumping its contents into their glasses.

You saw their eyes widen in shock before the shorter one chuckled slightly “You’re a hunter.”

“And you still haven’t proved you’re not a demon.” You said leaning back in the booth crossing your arms.

“You first sweetheart.” The shorter one said following your action of leaning back and crossing his arms.

You chuckled and raised your eyes slightly before leaning forward and resting your elbows on the table as the shorter one did the same “Count of three?”

He nodded as the two of you took hold of your glasses as the taller one leaned back with a smug look his face though you elected to ignore it.

“1…” You said

“2…” The shorter one said.

“3” Both of you all but yelled before chugging the glasses. Or well you did, after the shorter of took a sip he spit it back out into his glass.

“You put salt in it too!” He exclaimed angrily as the taller one laughed and you struggled to contain your laughter as you still had water in your mouth.

The shorter one took your water and began to chug it as you placed a hand over your mouth forcing yourself to swallow it before laughing.

“I’m Sam.” The shorter one introduced himself holding out his hand.

“Y/N” You shook it over the table.

“Dean.” The shorter one said as he extended his hand to yours.

“Pleasure to meet you.” You smirked.

“Oh believe me” He winked at you “The pleasure is all mine.”

You chuckled and leaned back in your seat getting ready to respond when the waitress came up to your table, allowing her eyes to visibly rake Dean’s body before she pulled down her shirt causing you to roll your eyes.

“Hi, are you guys ready to order?” She asked, her eyes never leaving Dean. Though his eyes never left you, something you didn’t notice though Sam did.

“Yeah I’ll take a bacon cheese burger.” Dean said as your waitress leaned down to write on her pad, of course showing off as much boob as possible.

“Me too.” You chimed in causing Dean to smile.

“I’ll have the caser salad.” Sam said as Dean gathered all of your menus to give to the waitress.

“Ok got it.” The waitress smiled slipping the bad into her apron taking the menus from Dean, allowing her fingers to linger over his for much longer than necessary.

“So it looks like it should be just a few shifters.” Sam said pulling out a folder and presenting several photos and documents to you.

“A few? Try fifteen.” You remarked gazing over the pictures quickly.

“Right.” Dean said feeling the need to be included in the conversation “Now normally Sam and I could get this but-“

“But you heard how awesome of a hunter I was and were just dying to meet me.” You finished for him with a smirk on your face.

“Yeah something like that.” Sam muttered causing you to chuckle.

“Eh I’m here now I might as well help.” You shrugged.

The three of you fell into a comfortable conversation about normal stuff-ya know shifters and strategies of how to kill them.

-

You woke the next day and tried to get dressed as quietly and quickly as possible not wanting to wake your brother.

Luck, so it seemed, was on your side as you were able to slip out of the door, fully dressed and with all of your weapons, without waking your brother.

You drove up to the warehouse, completely unaware of the taxi that was following you, parking outside just in time to see the Winchesters pull up in their black impala.

You smiled and got out of your car just as Dean approached your car, a small smile on his face.

“Hey Y/N you ready to do this?” He asked loudly upon seeing your dead state, most likely due to the fact that it was four am.

You yawned loudly before nodding slightly causing Dean to chuckle as he casually threw an arm over your shoulder leading you back towards Sam whom you greeted in a similar fashion.

“Ok you’ve got the bottom floor, Sam’s got the middle, and I’ve got the top.” Dean said suddenly growing serious.

You nodded pulling your gun out of your waistband checking the bullets to make sure that they were all made out of silver, you only make that mistake once.

“Hey.” Dean called as you began to walk towards the building. “Be careful in there.”

You smiled and nodded before pushing the door open with your shoulder. Immediately a shifter rushed at you and you didn’t hesitate before putting a bullet in it’s skull. You carefully worked your way around the body making sure to keep your gun raised, faintly hearing the bang the back door made as Sam and Dean entered the building.

You started walking from room to room clearing them one by one, not finding another shifter on the entire level.

You sighed, exasperated, only jumping to attention as you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“You find anything?” You heard Dean’s voice call as you saw the brothers round the corner.

“No you?”

“N-“ Sam began only to be cut off by a woman’s voice.

“It would appear that you killed my brother.” You spun around raising your gun, only faltering as you saw a shifter with a gun pointed at your brothers head.

You did your best to stay strong as you kept your gun pointed in the shifters general direction, unable to keep the tip steady as your hands shook slightly.

“Just let him go.” You said slowly.

“Nah, I think I’ll return the favor.” She said as she further pressed the gun into your brothers skull, a few tears running down his cheeks.

“No!” You yelled taking one hand off of your gun and raising it in the air. “Just calm down.” You slowly lowered the gun to the ground “No one needs to get hurt” You kicked the gun across the room, ignoring the Winchesters confused stares.

“Though I find your commitment to your brother sweet I think I’ll just take him with me.” She laughed hysterically.

“No!” You yelled “Listen here you son of a bitch you touch a hair on his head and I will personally procure you a one way ticket to purgatory.” You threatened.

The shifter pretended to consider your suggestion before shaking her head “Nah I think I’ll just take my prize and go.”

You clenched your jaw in anger before sighing, knowing what you would have to do in order to get him free. You carefully slipped a silver blade out of your pocket, throwing it right at the hand that held your brother in place. The shifter screamed out in pain retracting his hand giving you the perfect opportunity to throw another one, this one landing right in between her eyes.

Before the body even dropped you were sprinting towards your brother, kneeling down to his eye level placing your hands on either side of his face, your eyes desperately combing his figure.

“Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Did I hurt you?” You began rambling as you inspected everything.

“Y/N I’m fine.” Your brother assured you, his voice hallow as he was still struggling to cope with what had just happened.

You looked him right in the eyes before nodding slightly and kissing his forehead softly “Good, Now what the hell were you thinking?!?!” You all but screamed. “You could have been killed!”

Your brother shrank down under you causing you to sigh. You hadn’t meant to scare him. You slowly wrapped your arms around his small frame bringing him into a hug, which he readily accepted.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He muttered into your chest.

“It’s ok” You assured him “You’re ok, just don’t do it again.”

He pulled back from you and nodded slightly

“Go wait in the car I’ll meet you there in a minute.” You whispered wiping away his tears with your thumb.

Your brother nodded before solemnly dragging himself towards your car as you turned towards the Winchesters.

“Guys I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologized feeling responsible for ruining their hunt.

“No-“ Sam began though you quickly cut him off.

“He was my responsibility and so it’s my-“ You quickly rambled only to be stopped by Dean.

“Y/N it’s ok we get it.” Dean chuckled slightly.

“What?”

“Look Sam’s my younger brother and I’ve spent my entire life being responsible for him so if anyone understands it’s me.” He said with a smile so soft and so sweet that it made you blush slightly.

“Thank you.” You whispered looking down at your feet.

“Hey.” Dean said calling your attention up to him.

You looked up to see him standing much closer to you “Are you guys living out of motel rooms?”

You bit your lip and looked back at your feet suddenly feeling embarrassed “Uh-yeah.”

Dean smiled again and placed a finger under your chin bringing your gaze back up to meet his. You were so entranced by his green eyes that you missed the fact that Sam had left the building to go talk to your brother. To you at this moment that didn’t matter, all that mattered was Dean.

“Sam and I have a bunker, you and your brother are more than welcome to join us.” He offered.

“Oh no you don’t have to-“ You immediately began but Dean only stopped you

“No it’s my pleasure!” He assured you with a grin “Plus this way your brother will be able to go to the same school as always and you will have someone to watch your back hunting.”

You bit your lip as you considered it. Though that does sound great could you really stay with two people you just meet yesterday? Though Bobby trusted them so you could too, right?

Dean, however, saw you hesitation and decided he had to do something quick. He leaned in and softly pressed his lips to yours, not leaving them there long enough for you to respond.

“Please say you’ll come.” He whispered.

Instead of responding with words you reconnected your lips, leaving them there this time long enough so that you were able to pour every emotion you had into the kiss.

“Only if you promise to keep doing that.” You whispered as Dean chuckled.

“Anything for you.”

Ice Queen Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4220 (sorry, got carried away)

Warnings: Angst, hospitals, lots of fluff, some language

Summary: Might want to read the first three parts to the series first.  Here’s Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3!  

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this one up!  Enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

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“Don’t get your hopes up, Mr. Winchester. Ms. Winchester has sustained significant brain trauma.”  was the only answer he received for the first few days.

“There’s no quick fix for a fractured skull.  Please be patient. It’s incredible she’s held on this long.” is what they said when you had maintained steady vitals for an entire week.

He had a lot of time to think while you lay in a coma.

He wished he’d met you years ago.

He wished he’d kept a better eye on you in the dragon hunt.

He wished he’d gotten you to talk about your family.

He wished he hadn’t pushed you to live with him.

He wished he knew what your favorite drink was.  

He wished he had caught your arm before you had started running.

He wished he had bothered to learn your last name.  

Above all, while he watched you cling and battle for your life, he realized just how much he wanted you in his.

A fractured skull, a broken femur, a punctured lung, a busted-now-removed spleen, bruised ribs, bruises everywhere actually. The ring around your neck seemed like a paper cut compared to the rest of your body.

The doctor had warned him that you likely had brain damage, possibly leading to memory loss.

He knew he’d be the first thing you’d forget.

Needless to say, he didn’t have much hope to begin with. He just hoped you would live. That’s all he asked for. He prayed to Cas and to every god and angel he knew. They were unresponsive.

Sam attempted the insurmountable task of persuading him to leave your side, but eventually resorted to just bringing him coffee and food, knowing full well how stubborn his brother could be.

For thirteen days, he never left your hospital room. On the fourteenth day, he was awoken by the soft touch of a thumb running over the back of his hand and an even softer voice.

“Dean.”

*****

The doctors called it a miracle.  None of them understood how your brain was functioning so well after rattling around in your skull like it had.  It didn’t take long for the doctors to realize you hadn’t forgotten a thing.  Though your body was worn and bruised, it seemed as though your mind had remained intact.  

Although you were now awake, Dean rarely left your side, attending all your physical therapy sessions, listening to the doctor’s’ instructions and making sure the nurses gave you the right medication.  When you weren’t busy being poked and prodded or being gawked at by disbelieving hospital staff, Dean would tell you stories of growing up with Sam.  For the first time, you realized Dean Winchester had a very big heart.  You wondered what it would be like to be as adored by someone as Sam was by his brother.  

One night, as the conversation lulled, Dean squeezed your hand and shifted his gaze from your eyes.

“Y/N, would you consider something for me?” His voice was a low growl, not a hint of joy on his pinched features. “Please, don’t run away this time.” He took a deep breath, running a hand down his face before looking up at you again. “Would you please, please stay with me and Sam at the bunker for a while? It doesn’t have to be long term. Just until you’re healed enough to take care of yourself. I mean, it’s my–”

His distressed rambling and somber green eyes seemed to touch something deep within you that had been dormant for a long time.

“Dean,” you interrupted, raising a hesitant hand to cup his cheek. “Yes, I will move in with you.” His eyebrows rose as his wide, hopeful eyes held yours, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen split his lips.  Second guessing yourself, feeling like you should lock your heart up again, you continued. “You know, until I’m healed.”

As he nodded hastily, you pretended not to notice the slight falter in his smile or the crease that appeared between his eyebrows, asking him instead about his favorite Christmas memory which, as Dean relayed it animatedly, successfully distracted both of you.

When they finally let you leave the hospital, Dean pushed your wheelchair you out to a beat up old Ford you didn’t recognize, your crutches under his arm.  

“What happened to the Impala?” you asked, frowning at the dissonance from your expectations.  Surely he would be driving his most treasured possession.

“She’s at the bunker,” Dean answered, nonchalant, eyes on his task as he opened the passenger door and bent down to lift you from the wheelchair on to the front seat.

“Did she get damaged in the accident somehow?” you pressed, attempting to find an answer that made sense with what you knew of Dean.  What other reason would Dean have for not driving his baby?

“No,” he replied, a tiny frown creasing his brow.  He folded up the wheelchair swiftly and shut your door. You twisted in your seat, trying to watch him as he threw the chair and crutches into the trunk, wincing as your ribs reminded you they were bruised.

He joined you in the car, and you watched him expectantly, waiting for his explanation. He merely double checked that you were buckled, fingers brushing your hip, and then peeled out of the parking lot, not bothering with his own seat belt.

You stared impatiently at the scenery passing by your window for a few minutes before curiosity got the better of you.

“Dean, why aren’t we in the Impala right now?” you asked, softly.  After weeks of spending so much time with Dean, you’d come to realize that if you tried to push him, he’d push back just as stubbornly. Quiet, caring words worked best when you wanted Dean to share about himself.  He glanced at you before returning his attention to the road, lips tightening into a thin line. The rigid set of his brow conveyed his unwillingness to explain himself. “I’m just confused, didn’t you–?”

“It just didn’t feel right, okay?” Dean replied suddenly, startling you a bit.  His voice was louder and harsher than you had heard in a while, like he was forcing the words out before he lost the nerve. “You were in the hospital, in a coma. I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t want you to think I just wanted the car, because that’s…that’s not my reason for asking you to stay.”  The steely glint of his eyes never left the road ahead.  

Eyeing his stern profile, you didn’t ask what his reason was because you didn’t want to ruin it. You didn’t want to sour this moment between the two of you.

Instead you reached for his hand, entwining your fingers with his when he let you take it. He looked at you again, this time a toothless smile curving those lips and his jade eyes softening as they met your gaze.  

****

Living at the bunker with the boys was more comfortable than you expected. The bunker itself amazed you; you could spend months tinkering with the old cars in the garage, weeks with the books which lined the library shelves, days studying the various artifacts it held. It was impossible to be bored when you were surrounded by so much living, breathing history.       

The company of the two brothers was even more enjoyable.  You spent many afternoons in the library with the Winchesters, drilling Sam with questions about the monsters they’ve faced and lore he has researched while Dean surfed the internet for a case or researched for the current one. Once he found one, he would help Sam prepare and pack the car, but would never leave the bunker with him.  Sam was the most knowledgeable hunter you knew, apart from Dean, who acted like he didn’t know any of the lore.  Only when Sam was stumped by a question of yours would Dean chime in with the answer.  

Dean spent most of his time with you or out in the garage or in the kitchen, making your meals.  You didn’t mind one bit; he was a fantastic cook.  The crutches the hospital had given you often lay forgotten on your bedroom floor, because Dean would help you around the bunker with his arm around your waist and yours across his shoulders, even when you didn’t ask.  When Sam was out, Dean would play his favorite music tapes for you, telling you about the memories that resurfaced at the familiar tune.   Sometimes he would let you watch your favorite movies, listening attentively when you would rant about everything little mistake made when adapting them from the original book.  

Each day with Dean made you a little more comfortable, a little safer, a little happier.

One night, you had forgotten to take your medication before bed and woke a few hours later, a drilling pain in both your skull and your leg.  A squeal of pain escaped your lips before you were able to clamp your teeth together, gasping and balling the sheets up in your clenched fists.  Throwing the blankets off your body, you managed to pull yourself into a sitting position, your only thought focused on finding your pain pills.  

The pounding in your skull intensified as you stood, a slight “Ah!” leaving your lips.  You limped toward the bathroom, making it all the way across your room only to feel your toe sticking out of the bottom of the cast to snag on the threshold of the doorway.  You hit the floor with a clatter.  You groaned, feeling new bruises erupting where your hips, uninjured knee, and the heels of your hands had struck the floor, momentarily distracted from your throbbing leg and head.  

A bedroom door swung open down the hall and you heard footsteps racing toward you.       

“Y/N!” came Dean’s anxious voice.  “You okay?’  

“Yeah,” you muttered, not too tired or in pain to feel embarrassed.  “Could you, just…help me up, please?” Dean obliged, pulling you up by your arms, hands holding your waist once you were standing, facing him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dean asked again, ducking his head to try and catch your eye.  As you nodded, you swayed slightly, falling towards Dean’s chest before he caught you.  “No, you’re not.”  he answered his own question, his grip on you tighter than before.  

“Pain meds,” you managed to gasp, the sharp ache returning.  “Forgot to take them…before…”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean swore, eyes hooded with anger.  He lifted you in his arms so quickly, one beneath your knees and the other beneath your shoulder blades, you had to grab his shoulders to steady yourself.  The muscles felt tense beneath your hands and you just then realized he was shirtless.  “I can’t believe–dammit.” Dean continued, carrying you towards his bedroom.  

“Dean,” you whispered,  “what are you–?”

But Dean set you down on his bed gently and then took off again.  You heard him clamoring around in the kitchen and then down the hall in the bathroom.  

When he returned to the bedroom, he seemed calmer, his features more relaxed.  

“Here,” he said, softly, your pills and a glass of water in his outstretched hands.  You took them, taking a couple extra sips of water.  Dean set the glass on the nightstand once you were done, then made his way around the bed to crawl on the other side.  When he saw your puzzled expression, he sighed.  “Don’t want you to fall again.” he spoke as he pulled the blankets over you. “You could hurt yourself worse next time.  Don’t want to risk it.”

You nodded, mentally kicking yourself for quietly hoping this meant something more.  Even after all this, there was no way Dean would be interested in someone like you.  Especially after all this, you amended, especially after he spent all this time taking care of you when he could be out saving people.       

But Dean Winchester was constantly surprising you.  He slid a hesitant arm around your waist, pulling you toward him, careful to not disturb your cast.  You curled into his side, your head comfortably fitting on that spot where his shoulder met his torso.  

“If you need anything, I’m here,” he murmured as his other hand pulled your arm across his body.  You nodded slightly, eyes closed, already feeling exhaustion taking over you.  A few minutes later, you thought you felt Dean’s lips press into your hair, but it must have been part of your dream.

The next night, you slept in Dean’s bed again.  And the night after that.  Soon, it became routine.  One afternoon a few days later, you caught Dean moving some of your clothes and your copy of the Princess Bride that you kept on the nightstand into his room.  He brushed it off as “making things easier” and “just being safe”.   It was hard to quell the hope that was building a home inside of you, but when nothing else between you happened, you convinced yourself he was merely being a good friend and taking care of you.  

One morning, about a week later, you hobbled into the kitchen to find Dean putting together some sandwiches.  

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean said, looking up at you, the left side of his lips lifting slightly. “Don’t know about you, but I’m goin’ stir-crazy. How about we get out of this friggin’ bunker today? I was thinking a drive and a picnic.“

"Sounds great.” you grinned.  Playful, spontaneous Dean was your favorite Dean. “Anything I can help with?”

“Wanna cut up the fruit?” Dean nodded to a small pile of fresh fruit, a cutting board, a knife, and some plastic containers on the counter next to him. “I had Sam get some before he left for a hunt this morning. Knew you’d like some.”

Acutely aware of Dean’s careful scrutiny, you limped slowly over to lean against the counter next to him. It didn’t escape your notice that he had laid out everything you could possibly need so you wouldn’t have to move. The small gesture caused a goofy smile to stay on your lips as if stuck.

“You just assumed I’d want to go on a picnic with you?” you teased, anticipating his reaction.  Dean did not disappoint.

“Planning on just going myself, actually,” Dean bantered quickly.  He shrugged. “But I knew you’d miss me.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” you replied sarcastically.

“Plus my good clean conscience would be permanently scarred if I left a gimp like you to fend for herself for an entire day.” Dean continued, smirking down at you proudly.  

“Hey!” you said, swatting at his arm, which he dodged easily, chuckling. “Come on,” you pouted, “Like you said, I’m a gimp.  I can’t really move, so you have to stay still so I can hit ya.” You shrugged and raised your eyebrows playfully at him.  

He looked at you for a bit and then rolled his eyes and took a step toward you, holding his arm out to you to slap.  You glanced down at his arm and then back up to his face, your lips curving slightly upward as you considered him.

Then you reached up and lightly smacked his forehead with the palm of your hand.  

“Hey!” he shouted, his eyes narrowing.  “You’re gonna get it.” You attempted to scoot backwards away from him, giggling as pursued you, catching you easily and wrapping his arms around your waist.  He lifted you up just as easily and tossed you over his shoulder, parading around the kitchen as you squealed.  

“Dean! Put me down!” Instead he spun in a circle, making you dizzy.  When he set you down in front of the fruit you were supposed to be cutting up, you were laughing and trying to catch your breath all at once.  

“Oh, I’m dizzy,” you sighed, clutching Dean’s arm for support.  

“Suck it up, Ice Queen,” Dean replied.  This time he let you swat his arm.

“Well, it’s not my fault if the fruit gets cut up really unevenly.” you retorted.  “I call dibs on the biggest pieces.”

Dean laughed, a hearty belly laugh that seemed to fill the very room with joy. Never have you felt more proud and more satisfied as when you made Dean laugh like that.   

An hour later, the food wrapped up in an old flannel blanket and a six-pack of beer in Dean’s hand, you followed him out to the garage.  He strode toward the car he’d brought you home in, but you called after him.

“Why don’t we take the Impala?” you said, nodding at the obvious shape of the car under a tan tarp on the other side of the garage.  Dean looked at you for a second before shrugging and changing his course toward the Impala.  You followed him.  When you caught up with him, he set down the beer and the blanket, tugging the tarp off the car in one fluid motion.

You gasped.  She was shinier than you’d ever seen her, the lowlight of the garage twinkling off the chrome fender spectacularly.  Her black hide was no longer dusty, but vivid, clear, dark as night.   You peered through the spotless windows to her near-perfect interior.  It was incredible.

“How did you–?” you stammered, staring wide-eyed at Dean, who was looking back at you with his charming half-smile curving the left corner of his lips. “When…?” you didn’t even know what to ask.  “Why?”

“Someone hadn’t been taking very good care of her,” he answered, his smirk now full-blown.  He laughed at your indignant expression.  “I’m joking!  i just gave her some good old-fashioned TLC is all.”  His expression turned hopeful, his tone anxious. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” you asked incredulously “Dean, this is amazing. I didn’t know she could look this good.”  

Dean grinned, eyes on the Impala’s hood, obviously pleased.        

“Are you sure you don’t want to drive?” Dean asked, when you reached for the passenger side door handle.

“I’m on some pretty strong pain meds,” you answered, shaking your head. “Probably not a good idea.”

Dean laughed and bent to pick up the blanket and beer, throwing them in the trunk before sliding in the front seat next to you.

It was a stormy, sleepy day in Lebanon.  Dean guided the Impala slowly through the winding roads outside of town, while you studied the trees and the grass passing by your window.  It was a quiet yet comfortable drive.  By the time Dean had chosen the rocky crest of a hill to park the Impala, rain was sliding steadily down her windows, lightning filling the dark sky and thunder echoing across the hills occasionally.  

“Guess we can’t have a real picnic.” said Dean apologetically as he turned the car off.  

“We can stay in the Impala.  It’s comfortable in here,” you replied, watching his eyes take in the storm.  “Besides, I wouldn’t get very far with this cast on my leg.”  You chuckled, motioning to the white mass between the two of you.  Dean didn’t seem amused.  Instead, he turned to you, something akin to pain deep within his green eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said, guilt etching lines in his forehead, “It’s my fault and I would understand if you never forgive me.”

“Dean,” you scolded, a touch of surprise in your tone and the smile wiped from your lips. “Stop it, please.  It was not your fault, it was never your fault.  I was the idiot who took off without looking–”

“Come on, I was trying to make you–”

“You weren’t trying to to make me do anything.  I overreacted–”

“But if I hadn’t been so pushy–” argued Dean.

“Well, if I wasn’t so scared of being vulnerable with someone,” you interrupted, your voice filling the car.  “You wouldn’t have had to wait on me hand and foot for the past couple weeks. You wouldn’t feel obligated to spend all your time with me and make sure I’m entertained.“

"Y/N,” sighed Dean, emerald eyes intent on the seat between the two of you, like he was searching for words within the Impala’s black leather upholstery. When he didn’t continue, you turned your gaze to the storm clouds outside.  

“I want you to have the Impala,” came Dean’s voice, so quiet, you weren’t sure if you’d heard correctly over the rain.

"You what?” you said in a hushed tone, twisting to face him again.  His eyes now focused on you.

“Take the Impala.”

“Dean–” you began, shaking your head.  

“When you leave, take her with you.  I want you to be safe out there.  She’s the safest thing I’ve ever known.” Dean glanced at the floor of the Impala.  “And I know you’ll take good care of her.”  

“I–” you were so flustered, so taken aback by his offer, you found yourself admitting something you never thought you could voice aloud.  “I, Dean, I mean–I can’t pos–I mean she’s–” you paused.  “I don’t want to leave.”

Dean’s eyes met yours in a flash, his eyebrows arching in genuine surprise.  

All of a sudden, Dean’s hands were in your hair, pulling your mouth up to meet his.  You melted into his touch, your hands at his sides, too startled to do anything but feel his lips moving against yours.  

Too soon, it was over, and you opened your eyes to see Dean’s jade ones staring back at you.  His hands fell to his sides, a rosy blush rising to his cheeks.  

“Sorry, I just, I had to see–” But you cut him off, this time pressing your lips to his and running your hands through his hair, sighing as he deepened the kiss.  

This time when you broke away, you spoke first.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his and shutting your eyes.  “I’m sorry I was such a bitch before.  You know, when we first met.  I was scared.”

“What do you mean?” Dean asked.  You could feel his gaze on you, but you didn’t open your eyes.  

You exhaled, bracing yourself for what you were about to do.

“The last time I opened up to someone, he died,” you explained, letting the sadness leak into your voice.  “and he killed my entire family.”

Dean’s forehead left yours and you backed up slightly, at last opening your eyes.

Yes, Dean Winchester was constantly surprising you.

Where you expected disgust, you saw concern.  Where you expected anger, you saw understanding.  When you expected him to pull away as far from you as he could, he pulled you closer, watching you with those alluring green eyes and nodding like he wanted you to go on.  

So you did.  You told him about how your best friend in high school became your boyfriend at the homecoming dance during your sophomore year.  You told him about how you’d do everything together and how he became like part of your family.  You told him about all the midnight premieres of movies you attended because he just couldn’t get enough.  You told him about how at every one of your soccer games, he’d wear a shirt saying “me and number 3: forever”.  You told him about the classic cars he would fix up at his dad’s garage.  You told him about how he bought you your favorite leather jacket for your birthday.

You told him about how he started to seem off and distant.  You told him about how excited you were when you saw his car at your house that day, because you hadn’t seen him in days.  You told him about how you found your family laying cold in their own blood, first your sister, then your father, then your mother.  You told him about how he came after you with a knife.  You told him about how you wrestled it from him, only to be forced to stab him in the heart as he nearly choked you to death.  

You told him how you packed a bag and ran, so afraid of what could happen if you got caught that you never turned back.  You told him how you ran into a older hunter, who taught you that your boyfriend had really been possessed by a demon.  You told him how you found out that you could have saved him and how it left you curled up in your bed for weeks.   You told him how you hunted down the demon and destroyed it four years later.  

You told him everything you had locked up in your heart for ten long years. And when you were done, Dean kissed you again, holding you close.  

For a long time, you had been frozen, caught in the unforgiving hand of the past, unable to break free, unable to move on.  But Dean Winchester was never bound by anything.  He’d come into your life and slowly chipped away at your icy heart until all the shattered glass fell away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, but happier and warmer than you ever remembered being.

As you both watched the storm clouds brighten and roll away to reveal a breathtaking sunset, Dean asked.  “Y/N, I’m curious.  What was his name?”  

“You know,” you replied, after a moment of deliberation. “I, uh…I honestly don’t remember.”  

Read Part 5 here! 

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Hey, you've got us now PT. 15

Summary: After losing your parents and spending the better part of the last year alone on a self-destructive hunting binge you meet the Winchesters and everything changes.

Word count: 2,518

Warning: slight angst, some Dean and Sam fluff, both boys being cute with kids

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Read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

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You had called your sister upon reaching the motel in Mass that night, letting her know you and a few friends would be there in the morning to see her and the kids. She was excited to hear you were coming and had to give you the 5th degree when you said you were bringing friends with you. She asked if one was your boyfriend, when you said no she of course asked why not. Then she asked if either was single and into single moms, making you laugh.  After talking a bit more you told her you had to get some sleep before the drive in the morning. She understood and let you go, saying you had better bring the kids something good to make up for not coming to see them in so long. 

Right as you were getting ready to climb into bed a knock came at the door. You opened it to find Dean standing there, he turned to you and smiled “Hey, I didn’t wake you up did I?” He asked seeing that you were in your pajama bottoms and a tank top. He looked you up and down and licked his lips absent mindedly before smiling again. “No, I was just about to head to bed though. What’s up?” You leaned against the door and blushed a bit as you saw how he was looking at you. “I just wanted to make sure you were still feeling alright after what happened today.” You gave him a sheepish smile before answering “Yeah, Dean, I’m alright, really. Thanks for checking in on me though.” You stepped out into the hallway and gave him a hug. “Alright well Sammy and I are just down the hall if you need anything.” He hugged you back and you lingered in the embrace for a moment before pulling away and waving as he turned and walked back to his room. You went inside and crawled into bed, exhausted from the day you’d had. You fell asleep thinking about how nice it was to not be going it alone and how good that hug felt after the events of the day.

When you woke up you were in a panic, your chest was tight and you thought the witch was trying to steal your breath again. It was just a regular panic attack though; you realized that after a moment of being awake. You focused on your breathing and after a few minutes you were able to sit up and look at the clock, it was quarter of 7. You hadn’t intended to get up until later, but with the way your body was tensed up there was no way you were going to get any more rest so you caved, grabbed your ipod and went in to have a shower. You flipped through the songs for a minute before landing on ‘Inside The Fire’ by Disturbed, you were in a the mood for something heaver to sing and  you turned up the music before hopping into the shower and singing along as you went about doing your normal routine. You ended up crying at one point as the stress you were feeling was being released. You hated to cry but you knew you needed to.

You were finishing getting dressed and singing along to ‘Say You’ll Haunt Me’ by Stone Sour when a knock came at the door. You finished pulling on your pants, clicked off your music and went over, opening the door to the two tall men on the other side. “Surprised you’re up already as tired as you were last night.” Dean said with a smile as he walked in past you and looked around, seeing that you were not only up and showered but you were packed to go as well. “Yeah I woke up at about 7 and just couldn’t sleep anymore.” Sam stopped and looked at you as he walked into the room; he could see how tired you were and that slight redness still to your eyes from crying. He turned and pulled you into a hug. You signed and hugged him back, letting your head rest against his chest and your eyes close as you stood like that for a moment.

You weren’t sure but you though just for a second that when you looked to Dean as Sam let you go he had looked Jealous. The look was so brief there was no way you were sure of what you saw. Anyway shortly after that the three of you headed out. Sam offered to ride with you and this time you took him up on it. The two of you ended up talking about how you hadn’t seen your sister since your birthday, she and her kids had called you over and over to invite you to dinner at the Chinese buffet in town that you loved. You eventually caved and took them up on it and it had actually been a pretty great birthday all things considered.

“It sounds like she’s a good sister.” Sam said as he thumbed through the pages of an old book you had been keeping in the glove box of the Buick. “She is.” You replied as you clicked on the blinker to turn off the highway into Lewiston. Dean wasn’t far behind in the Impala.  “Hey do me a favor, if my niece and nephews ask I’m a movie theater consultant.” Sam quirked an eyebrow at you. “A what?” He asked, turning in the seat a bit to face you. “I was working part time at a movie theater to help pay the bills when I was living with my dad. When I left I had to make up an excuse for them because they wouldn’t stop asking what I did for a job because they missed the free popcorn and didn’t understand why I wouldn’t go back to the theater.” You laughed at the memory of them whining that you didn’t remember to bring them popcorn one time that you came to visit. “Anyway I told them I work for one of the big chains and I go to different towns to go over their records and consult on if they need to change anything.” Sam was smiling at you now. “So wait you worked in a movie theater?” He was stuck on the idea of you wearing a polo shirt and khakis. You saw him smiling out of the corner of your eye as you drove. “Not a regular one like Regal, it was a little one room art house place shoved in the back of a mall on Maine Street in town. I got to dress how I wanted and most days I just sat on my ass and would read until it was time to clean and sell tickets for the next show. It was the best job I’d ever had.”

You were getting nostalgic with all this talk of the past. “Anyway I figured we would spend the day with them, then head down to Harpswell and stay at my place for a couple nights. I’ve been meaning to check in on the place since I haven’t been there in a while anyway. Make sure no one has stolen anything, stuff like that.” By no one you meant your other sister of course, but no point in trying to explain that, you had already told Sam and Dean how crappy of a sister she was. “Sounds like a good plan, you sure you’re up for staying there?” Sam asked, a hint of concern in his voice; he knew you were anxious about going back there. “Can’t run away forever right?” You said with a forced smile as you threw on your blinker and made your way into your sister’s driveway. Before you even had your door open there were 2 small children running out screaming “Auntie, auntie!!!!” And throwing themselves at you for a hug. “Dante! Harmony!”  You scooped them both up in your arms and swung them around as you hugged them tightly. “I’ve missed you guys so much!” You said as you set the 5 and 6 year old down and looked around. “Where are Aj and Tristan?” You asked the two munchkins clinging to your waist. “They’re at their dads today.” Harmony replied. “They won’t be back until tomorrow.” Dante said as he let go of you and turned to face Sam. “Is he your boyfriend?” The curious 6 year old asked as he turned back to you. “No sweetie, I don’t have a boyfriend right now. This is my friend Sam.” You smiled and Sam walked over, holding out his hand to shake your nephews, an action he got very excited about. Right then Dean pulled into the driveway and both kids turned. “Woooow!” Both kids were in awe of the Impala. “And that is my friend Dean.” You said as the two kids ran up to the car and started looking it over. No sooner than Dean got out of the car he was being asked a million questions by your youngest niece and nephew. Mostly they wanted to know if they could go for a ride. He gave you a ‘save me’ look and you laughed. “Hey, leave him alone, we can all go for a ride later, but first let’s go inside so I can say hi to your mom.” The both sighed and said “Okay.” As they went back inside, you took the chance to grab a bag from the trunk before walking in with your friends.

“They’re excitable.” Sam was still smiling as he spoke. “This is nothing, wait until they see what I brought them.” You smiled back and lead the brothers up stairs to your sister’s apartment. She was sitting in the kitchen at her laptop doing some college course work when you entered. She was taller than you. About 6 feet, with dark brown hair and brown eyes that were similar to your dads, even though you only were related through your mom. She smiled and got up from the table to give you a hug. “Hey Bug, good to see you.” You smiled and hugged her back. “Hey Tata, it’s good to see you too.” You said as you pulled away. “This is Sam and Dean Winchester; they’re the friends I told you about.” You stepped to the side and your sister shook their hands. “Nice to meet you.” She said and they both nodded and said it was good to meet her too.

At this point your niece and nephew noticed the bag you were holding. “Auntie what’s that?” Your niece asked before you had a chance to even set it on the table. “Presents!” You exclaimed as you set the bag next to your sister’s laptop and proceeded to remove two toy cars from it, both were Impalas, though one was blue instead of black. “I knew you guys were gonna freak out when you saw Dean’s car so I got you your own so you wouldn’t bug him.” They both screamed and ran off to play with the cars, Dante taking the black and Harmony taking the blue. Sam and Dean both smiled as the kids took their gifts and ran off to play with them. “Kids got good taste.” Dean said as he took a seat at the table, as your sister had sat back down and you were moving to join her. Sam walked around and took the other seat that was available. “So how long are you guys in town for?” Your sister asked as she closed the laptop to give you her full attention.

“At least a couple days, no telling when I’ll get a call from work saying they need me in some new town.” You felt a pang of guilt as you lied to your sister about what you did for a living, you ignored it though. You made small talk with your sister about how things had been, about 20 minutes into your conversation the kids were back begging Sam and Dean to play cars with them. Both men ended up sitting on the kitchen floor with your niece and nephew and a box full of toy cars while you sat at the table with your sister, talking and watching the scene before you. Dante got into an argument with Dean about whether the Impala was cooler than a Mustang. Dean of course was for the Impala but Dante was adamant that Mustang was better. Finally Dean won him over my telling him he would let him ride in the Impala with his mom’s permission. Of course Harmony chimed in that that wasn’t fair and he told her that of course she was invited too.

What ended up happening was Dawn went for a ride around the block with Dante and Harmony sitting in the front between her and Dean. It was just a trip around the block but the kids were so exited they were bouncing in their seats. Dawn was excited too, she loved old cars more than you did. Later that afternoon she told you if you didn’t marry the man, referring to Dean, she would. You laughed and played it off that you were just friends, even though the statement had given you a flutter in your stomach at the thought.

You all ate dinner at your sister’s house and watched a movie with the kids before you had to leave. They picked the first Fast and the Furious movie, no surprise there. And both kids fell asleep cuddled up with you on the couch. You put them to bed and said good night to your sister. It was only a little after 7 when you left.

As you went down the stairs with the two brothers walking ahead of you, you felt pretty good. You smiled and wondered if the rest of the visit would go this well. Then you thought about the fact you were going to go home tonight, to your home. Where you hadn’t been in months because it had been to painful. You quickly shook your head, trying to get rid of the though as you reached the front door and headed for the Buick. “Hey we gotta make a stop on the way alright.” You said to the boys who were walking over to the Impala which was blocking you into the driveway. Dean stopped before hopping into the car. “Where at?” he asked, looking confused. “Well I was thinking bootleggers since it’s on the way, and then Hannaford for some groceries. I had them turn the power back on at my house so we just need food and we’ll be all set.” Both men nodded before getting into the Impala, stating her up and swinging out of the driveway, backing up a ways for you to have room to pull out and lead the way. You put on your ipod and blasted the music as you drove off, thinking to yourself this was going to be an interesting night to say the least.

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Hey, you've got us now PT. 12

Summary: After losing your parents and spending the better part of the last year alone on a self-destructive hunting binge you meet the Winchesters and everything changes.

Word count: 2,805

Warning: angst, light fluff, silliness, Dean being embarrassed

Possible DeanXReader in the future

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You were the first to wake up; the first thing you noticed was the ache in your head, then the thirst. The grease you had ingested from getting that garbage plate the night before had thankfully prevented you from getting a major hangover, but a minor one was still bad enough. You slowly opened your eyes to find yourself still cuddled up to Dean, one arm wrapped around you protectively with his hand on your side, his other resting on his chest, his hand over yours. You slowly pulled your hand from his; not wanting to wake him, then freed yourself from his arm and slid off the bed. You looked over to see Sam, sound asleep on the opposite side of the room, his feet hanging off the bed as it was too short for him.

You took care not to make any noise as you stepped around the bed to grab your phone and duffle bag before making your way into the bathroom to take a shower. Once inside the small room you looked yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were bloodshot and for once you didn’t care. Aside from suffering the after effects of the alcohol you actually felt pretty good. You got a drink of water from the faucet then brushed your teeth. Once that was taken care of you clicked through the playlists on your phone until you found the right one and hit play. You set your phone in the sink to amplify the sound as ‘Shambala’ by Three Dog Night started to play. You stated to hum along as you went about getting undressed and hopped into the shower. Once the water was going you started to sing along, though not too loudly as you didn’t want to wake the boys.

Sam had woken up to the sound of you closing the bathroom door. He rolled onto his back and looked over to see who was up, seeing Dean still sound asleep he sat up and looked to the door, wondering if you were alright. His worries were quickly swept away as he heard ‘Shambala’ start to play a moment later from behind the closed door, followed by the sound of you singing along. As he got up to make a pot of coffee Dean groaned and put a hand on his head, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before looking around the room. “What time is it.” He mumbled as he sat up. “Quarter of seven.” Sam replied as he finished filling the machine and set it to brew. “Where’s y/n?” Dean asked, not having noticed the sound coming from the bathroom yet. Sam pointed to the door and Dean scratched his jawline as he listened. “Sounds like she’s doing better today.” He said as he got up and stretched. Sam nodded as he walked over to the door. “I’m gonna go get changed and brush my teeth.” He said as he walked out. Dean waved tiredly and started to pick up the beer bottles from the floor and night stand.

By the time you finished your shower you were feeling pretty good, your head still ached but you were used to it at this point. You got dressed, turned off your phone and stepped out, half expecting the boys to both still be asleep. Instead you found the room cleaned up and Dean sitting on the end of your bed drinking a cup of coffee while he checked his phone for any messages. “Morning sweetheart.” He said with a smile before taking a drink. You blushed a little, he had called you that before, and you had heard him call plenty of other women that, but it always made you smile. “Morning.” You said as you walked over and poured yourself a cup. “Where’s Sam?” You asked as you turned and looked around the room. “He’s back in our room getting ready. I figured I’d wait till you were out before doing the same.” Dean finished his cup of coffee before standing and walking over to set the empty cup next to the pot.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You said as you leaned against the wall and took a drink. “You sure, you were pretty adamant about not wanting to be alone last night.” Dean teased you. You felt your face heat up as it became redder. “Shut up.” You looked down at your feet. “I was drunk and having a bad night, of course I didn’t wanna be alone…” Dean smiled and stepped over to pull you into a hug. “Hey, it’s okay, you’ve got us now and we’re not going anywhere unless you want us to.” He put his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You wrapped your arms around him in response and turned your head so the side of your face was pressed to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat in your ear. The two of you stayed like that for a moment before you pulled away “Thanks Dean.” You smiled up at him before turning away to drink the rest of your coffee. “Don’t mention it.” Dean smiled back as he walked out to go get ready for the day. You guys had a witch to track down and gank after all.

You had your laptop out and were looking into the meetup group Cheryl had joined when a knock came on the door. “It’s open guys!” You said loudly from your seat at the table. A moment later Dean walked in, followed by Sam who closed the door. “Find anything?” Sam asked, seeing you typing away on your laptop, an untouched cup of coffee sitting in front of you. “I found the group she joined.” You said as you spun the laptop so Sam and Dean could take a look. “Nice work, how’d you find it so fast?” Dean asked with a smile as he sat down to read the screen. “It was easy, you just make an account and once you request to join an open group it shows you all other members. There’s only three Pagan groups in the area and 2 are run my Kiree so I just made an account and joined the one that wasn’t hers.” You picked up your coffee and took a drink, it had gotten a bit cold but it was okay.

“Really? It’s that simple to join a coven?” Dean asked with a look of disbelief on his face as he tapped down the page. “Yeah Dean, it’s that easy, at least around here anyway. Most Pagans are pretty friendly and willing to do group rituals with total strangers. That’s how I met Cheryl. Joshy and I went to one at that store Psychics Thyme for Ostara and we started talking, it was only the next day that I realized we worked together, just in different parts of the store.” You downed the rest of your coffee and set the cup down. Both boys were giving you a quizzical look. “What? I find the different religions fascinating!” You suddenly felt defensive. “Besides now that I’m a hunter the things I learned have turned out to be pretty useful.” They both gave a ‘seems legit’ look. “Fair enough.” Sam said as he took the laptop from Dean and read the page about the group.

As Sam was reading a ding went off, letting you know there was a new notice on your account. He clicked the icon in the corner, opening a note from the group’s leader, a woman named Kat, who was welcoming you to the group and inviting you to a meeting that night. Sam showed it to you and you pulled your laptop away, writing back thanking her for the invite and telling her you would love to join them tonight, she quickly replied with a list of things to bring and said she would see you tonight. As you closed your laptop you grinned at the boys. “I’m in! Now to go stock up on some supplies.” You said before standing and walking over to the night stand to get your car keys. “Supplies? What kind of supplies?” Dean asked as he turned in his chair to face you. “I need to bring my own red candle and some herbs. You guys wanna come with? We can get breakfast at Jay’s diner on the way.”

At the mention of food both men were up and following you out the door. Dean offered to drive and you shot him a ‘fuck you’ look. “I’ll drive us.” You said as you got into your Buick. Sam merely smiled and Dean didn’t bother to argue. They ended up doing rock, paper, scissors for the front again, Dean lost and got in the back. As Sam got in you shot him a smile and asked “Does he really go with scissors every time?” Dean groaned and Sam laughed before answer. “Yeah, always, it’s kind of embarrassing.” “Well how the hell does a rock beat a pair of scissors?” Dean groaned from the back, throwing his hands up to rub his face in frustration. Both you and Sam were laughing now. You took a moment to regain your composure before starting the car and pulling out of the motels parking lot.

You all ate a quick breakfast at Jay’s diner, where the cashier instantly remembered you as the girl who she got in an argument with about their ‘Home fries’ being hash and not fries almost every time you had gone in there. Sam and Dean found it hilarious how heated the argument over potato’s got but stayed out of it. Once you were finished you all headed to Psychics Thyme for your supplies. Again the shop owner recognized you and instantly came out from behind the counter, chatting you up. Sam and Dean went about walking around the store and after a few minutes Dean began to sneeze. At first he thought it was just the herbs, and then he noticed a scratching post in the center of the room. Looking around he spotted the old black and white cat that lived in the shop. He made a face at it and walked over to you.

“Hey, give me your keys, I’m gonna go wait in the car.” He sniffled as he held his hand out. “You alright?” you asked right as he sneezed again. “I don’t do cats.” He said, pointing to Purlin, who was walking up to you, looking for some love from the familiar human he hadn’t seen in years. You handed Dean your keys and he turned to walk out as you picked the cat up and gave him a cuddle. Sam walked over, carrying the red candle and herbs from your list, looking to Dean as he disappeared down the hall. “Cat got to him?” Sam asked with a smile as he set everything down on the counter and turned to pet the purring feline in your arms. “Yeah, I didn’t know he was allergic or I’d have warned him.” You felt bad for bringing Dean in there, but you knew there was nothing you could really do and you set the cat down to pay for your purchase.

Sam carried your bag out for you and the two of you talked about modern Paganism a bit. When you got to the car Dean was in the driver’s seat with your music on and was rocking out to ‘Animal I Have Become’ by Three Days Grace. He froze when he saw the two of your standing on the sidewalk, then he scrambled to change the song, instead he dropped the ipod and accidently turned the volume up. You and Sam both started laughing hysterically, you practically doubled over you were laughing so hard. Dean managed to turn the volume back down as Sam was climbing into the back seat. You opened your door and he slid over. “I thought you didn’t like my music?” You said with a laugh as you slid into the driver’s seat and turned to stare Dean in the face. Dean’s face was red, you weren’t sure if he was embarrassment or panic but either way it made his freckles pop a bit and you thought it was adorable.

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked forward. “Don’t you have a ritual to get ready for or something?” He ignored your question. Sam laughed from the back seat. “I don’t think she’s going to drop it man.” You saw the smile plastered on the younger Winchesters face and your smile grew wider. Dean signed and rolled his eyes. “It isn’t all bad.” He still refused to look at you. “I can live with that.” You turned back to face the road, fixed your ipod so that it was back where it belonged on top to the ashtray and set it to play ‘Stick and Stones’ by the Pierces. Mostly to be ironic since you were hunting a witch. As soon as the upbeat music started and the words began you were singing along and dancing around in your seat as you drove, making both boys smirk as aside from last night, you usually shied away from singing around them or when you knew they could hear you.

Once you got back to the motel you hopped out and rather than heading for your room like the boys were you went back and got into the trunk of the Buick. After a bit of shuffling around you pulled out a backpack and when you closed the trunk the boys were watching with a questioning look. As you walked up to the door to open it you smiled and said “Hey I gotta look the part tonight, right?” You gave them a wink and went in ahead of them. You set the bag on the bed and opened it, pulling out a blue top and matching skirt that had a floral pattern embroidered into it with some delicate looking thread. You set it aside and pulled out a small jewelry box next, removing a pair of moonstone earing, a pentacle necklace that was studded with moonstones at the points and a ring with a moonstone in the center and 2 crescent moons on either side of it making a goddess symbol. In the meantime Sam had sat down at the table and was opening up his laptop to try and see what he could find on the members of the coven you would be paying a visit to. Dean was standing next to you as you took out everything you were going to need.

“You sure you’re okay to do this on your own? Sam or I could go with you if you want.” Dean was worried about you, you were very close to this case and he knew how that can affect a hunter’s judgement. “Actually we can’t.” Sam chimed in before you could speak. “What? Why not?” Dean asked as he spun around to face his younger brother. “Because it’s a Dianic coven. Women only.” Sam said with a matter of fact tone, it was obvious Dean had only skimmed the info page about the group. “Oh.” Was Deans only response as he sat down on the end of the bed before turning to watch you rifle through your things. “So what, you have this stuff from when you checked out that group ritual with you friends?” He asked as he gestured to everything you had laid out on the bed. “Some of it yeah, the outfit is from a cousins wedding I performed though.” Dean furrowed his brow at your last statement. “You performed your cousins wedding ceremony?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m ordained, got it done online when I was younger.” You said with a smile. Dean couldn’t picture it, you speaking in front of a crowd of people, doing something that important, when you would get embarrassed when he caught you singing. He shook his head “I’m sorry, I just don’t see it.” Sam laughed from over at the table, he couldn’t imagine it either.

You groaned at the both of them, grabbed your phone and brought up facebook, scrolling down you found your photo album from the wedding and handed you phone to Dean. “There, proof, there’s even a video.” You were mildly annoyed at their reaction, you kill monsters, why was it so hard to believe you could stand up and perform a wedding ceremony?

After some laughs from both boys as they scrolled through the pictures you gathered your things and left them alone to get ready for your meeting tonight, you had some brushing up to do on your pagan rituals and some weapons to strap to yourself for if things went south.

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Camouflage

Prompt:  Can you write one where the reader is ex-military & hunter and Dean falls in love with her. But while still likable she’s not all that emotional & tries to keep distanced for others saftey & doesn’t cry a lot like in most other fics?

&& You should totally continue that last Dean imagine!!! i loved it! (The one where Dean hits on someone at a hunter’s roadhouse and it turns out to be the girl he grew up with at Bobby’s)

Word count: 3,901

Warnings: Err, well, they do stuff but they don’t do stuff (this sounded better in my head. What I mean is, nothing graphic/detailed)

Author’s Note: AAND my first legit oneshot after the break! Let me know what you think?

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Words: 3,704 Sam x Reader Warnings: disturbing/frightening situations and imagery, mention of nightmares/insomnia, language Fic based on ‘Mess Is Mine’ by Vance Joy originally requested by anonymous! A/N: Soooo you might not want to read this when you’re home alone or sitting in the dark. Just FYI. It’s kinda creepy… BUT this is the first part of the new Sammy series 'Mess Is Mine’! I hope you enjoy!

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You were going to blame it on the gray and cloudy weather and the long day you had suffered through at work; you were exhausted. By the time you had pulled into your driveway and began trudging up the front walk, the only things on your mind were a cup of tea and a hot bath.

The grass was wet from the hard rains earlier in the day and the pavement shone with pooled water that reflected the still stormy sky above like a looking glass, the surface distorting with ripples as a breeze sent droplets cascading down from wet leaves. You frowned as you noticed that the storm had pummeled down the daisies in your flowerbed. Of course. They were the only thing you had planted that you managed to not kill so far.

You were nearing the steps up to your door, already imagining how incredible it would feel to slide into a silky bubble bath and follow it up with your favorite tea (or maybe something a little stronger), when you were startled by a raspy croak behind you. Three ravens were perched in the tree in your neighbor’s yard, all sitting in a neat line on a gnarled old branch, facing the same direction and ruffling their feathers. As you stared up at them, they each opened their dark bills and called again. The sound sent chills up your spine. It was a little unusual to see ravens where you lived, but not entirely unheard of. The middle bird began to preen and one of the others let out another echoing croak. You immediately thought of Edgar Allen Poe (“Quoth the raven, ‘Nevermore’”), which only made you add the idea of a few quiet moments with a good book to your plans for the evening. You took one last look at the huge, sooty birds before you turned your back on them and headed inside.

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