Menstruation is caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering estrogen levels and raising testosterone. 

Or, to put it more plainly “That time of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis) men are NEVER suited to office.

If you are a dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just think! That is you all of the time. 

And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis) women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should ever be allowed to hold office. 

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I WANTED TO SAY THIS BUT THEN SOMEONE ELSE DID and I’m damn proud.

GLORIOUS

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Jensen Ackles | Conan (SDCC 2017) [x]

Headlights Part Two

Sister Winchester : Head Lights Part Two

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Word Count: 3050

Summary: After waking up without the memory of Sam and the majority of your life, Dean, Cas and Bobby all help you regain it and surprise you with a special someone when you finally return home.

Warning: hospital? Idk this is too fluffy to have a warning

A/N: Thanks to  random-superwholock-images,  little-hufflepuff-badger and  elladatimelord (I hope I didn’t forget anyone) for requesting a second part to this story. I enjoyed doing it and ensuring you all some closure. Sorry it’s a bit long and more fluffy then anything. Lots of love xx 

Part 1

Dean looked at you in shock, he didn’t know if you were joking or being serious. How could you, of all people forget Sam. The two of you were inseparable, like each other’s shadows. You knew him better then you knew yourself. Sam was so important to your overall being, Dean didn’t know how much of yourself would be left without the memory of Sam living within you. “Sam” he stated again, “Our brother, Sam”, hoping some of this will jog your memory but you came up blank. You were confused and a little scared. Did you really have another brother? If you couldn’t remember something as important as a brother, what else had you forgotten?

“We have another brother?” You asked as you tried to process this information into your numb and groggy mind. Your heart rate monitor started to quicken it’s tempo, as panic started to rattle you. Your breathing started to follow the pace of your heart and made your fractured ribs throb under the heavy bandaging. You scanned your brain for anything to remember, but it just came up with wisps of memories which dissolved into nothing when you reached out to grabbed onto them. “I-I can’t remember” you admitted with panic shaking your voice. You looked to Dean hoping this was some bad and cruel joke he was playing on you, “Dean I can’t remember anything” you stressed, as the weight of those words sunk in.

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The sunlight was streaming into your sterile room which made you squint as you looked out the window. You rolled over to escape the blinding rays of early morning sun to see Dean already sitting in the chair you had found him in last night. “Morning” he softly spoke with a small smile, “How are you feeling?” he continued.

You groggily repositioned yourself whilst you lied on the soft mattress as Dean scooted his chair closer to you, “Tired and a little slow” you sluggishly informed. “That’d be the morphine bug, glad to see you not in pain though” he smiled but you could see his sad eyes and suspected that he was still feeling guilty about the crash.

Dean was holding a large shoe box on his lap and you looked at it suspiciously. Dean saw your curious look at the box, “Oh I talked to the doctor last night about the memory loss and he said there could be the chance that you still have your memories, but they may be ‘hidden away’. So, I thought that maybe I could jog your memory with some stuff from the bunker” he told you whilst opening up the box. “The bunker?” you asked confused again. Were you part of some cold war fanatic cult?

“You know Men of Letters? Hunting? The family business?” he reminded you, half pleading behind his words. You just shook your head as your mind came up blank once again. Dean sighed with a small smile, This was going to be a long day but he loved you and having you back was enough for him. “Okay what do you remember?” he asked slightly anxious to know the extent of the memory loss. You sat up whilst you scanned your head for any memories, “last night and the car crash…”, blinding headlights, a large bang, crash and roll, hanging upside down whilst blood dripped onto shattered glass, the pain, Dean pleading for you to stay awake and then giving into the pain. You opened your eyes after the flash back and even though they haunted you, you tried to remember anything from before the car crash as you continued to concentrate on remembering anything at all. Fear, anger, shouting, a dark night and a car going far too fast, you heard your own voice shouting but it was as if you were hearing the words underwater and therefore could grasp onto a couple at a time, ‘road kill…Sam…we will find him’, an outstretched hand and headlights blinding you and Dean.

Sam, you remembered saying that three lettered name, the name that made Dean slow down. “…Were we having an argument before we crashed? Something about road kill and…Sam” you asked tentatively, opening yours eyes again and peering to Dean to see if you were correct. “Yes that’s right we were talking about Sam” Dean perked up and leant forward. Dean was relieved he had something to work with now. He looked done in the box and shuffled a couple items around before finding a slightly faded photo and passing it to you.

You took the small photo and recognised yourself in the photo smiling and laughing whilst enjoying a beer with a tall and long haired man. You suspected him to be younger then Dean, even though he looked much taller. It was in his eyes, he had eye’s almost like a child’s and were slightly similar to yours in shape. Both your eyes were crinkled in the corners due to some joke that had long passed. “That’s you and Sam a year ago, at the bunker. It was Christmas” Dean smiled at the memory of his happy siblings. A memory that you could not muster yourself but there was a niggling at the back of your mind about this Sam, the wisp was back but as soon as you tried to focus on it, it drifted away once again.

“If Sam is our brother, then where is he?” You asked. Dean’s face dropped and he seemed to age in a matter of seconds. Dean had almost forgotten about Sam as he was so focussed on you after the crash. He would do anything to have life as it was only a month ago, with his family happy and together once again; How much could one sibling take? “Sam? … Sam is missing. We were looking for him when we crashed.” He summarised. You thought that was strange. People don’t usually go missing. Or maybe they do, you really had no bearings of what was normal and what wasn’t without your memories. You just nodded and looked back down at the picture.

Dean watched as you studied the photo and then pulled out another item from the box and handed it to you. It was a large plaid shirt which had a strong comforting scent lacing it, “Home” you sighed, even though you couldn’t remember where home was. You held the shirt up to your nose and inhaled it once again, every time it seemed to bring back that wisp of a memory. You looked back to the photo and recognised the shirt in your hands as the one of Sam was wearing in the photo. Dean saw as the pieces were fitting together in your mind and was slightly relieved, maybe this won’t be as hard as he thought.

You went to hand back the shirt and photo but Dean just shrugged, “You keep them” he smiled. “I’d put on the shirt if I didn’t have all these tubes in the way” you lightly chuckled at your own misfortune and Dean chuckled with you,

“Yeah you were always were creeping into our rooms at home to steal our clothes. But we would always catch you even with your hunter-light footsteps, because the place echoes so much.”

“Hunter-light footsteps? … I don’t think I will be walking that lightly for a while.” You jested to yourself again whilst shaking your casted leg before returning to the conversation, “So, this bunker is our home and we hunt?”

“Correct. Sam, you and I, found the bunker a couple years back. But we have been hunting since we were teens and even before that we were in the family business researching or just knowing about it”

“Family business…Why am I remembering a lot of salt and motel rooms and… wait was there a fire?”

“Umm yeah that’d be the house fire.” Dean’s tone of voice had dropped at the mention of the fire and you had the feeling that it affected his life a lot. “That’s when Mum died.” He added solemnly. You mind was still a blank even over this quite rocking revelation of your mother’s premature death. But you felt nothing towards this, you continued to feel numb. “Do you have a picture of her?” you asked pulling Dean back out of his day dream. He found another photo and gave it to you, a wedding photo, “She’s beautiful. What was her name?” you sighed looking from the bride to the groom. “Mary and next to her if John, he’s also passed.” Dean watched you carefully over the news of your two parents already gone and now you with no memory of them. “Are you okay? Sorry it’s quite a lot to take in, I know” he asked softly, “Yeah, I’m okay. How can you miss someone you don’t even remember. No, I’m just sorry that I have lost the opportunity to know them.”. Dean was surprised that you still possessed the maturity and wisdom that you had from your old self. You may have lost your memory but your spirit still seemed to be the same.

“So, tell me more about Sam.” You changed the subject so that you wouldn’t over think your parent’s death and make yourself upset. “Sam, well he was middle child. Older then you but younger then me obviously. However, he is taller than both of us by about a foot. He left for Stanford when he wanted out of our way of life but then Dad went missing a couple years later. So we went to Stanford and pulled his ass out to do a hunt-”

“A car chased us and we jumped off a bridge” you smiled and laughed to yourself. “Wait why did a car chase us and we jumped off a bridge?” you suddenly got quite serious and a little scared as you looked to Dean who was just laughing at you, happy that your memories were filtering in, “Oh it was hunted by-”, “A lady in white. So, is that what we hunt?” you butted in again as the memories continued to return. “That’s right, and yeah basically. We hunt everything from Spirits, werewolves, vampires, Demons, shifters. You name it, we kill it”. Your eyes widened, he had to be joking, “I thought they were just from fairy tales” Dean shook his head sympathetically, “Unfortunately not. So, that’s what we do and that’s how Sam went missing. He went to do a simple salt and burn, solo hunt. It should have only taken him only a weekend but then he wouldn’t pick up our calls so we left to go looking for him.”. You nodded as you tried to process all of this but you were still apprehensive about this whole supernatural world. “Speaking about looking for Sam” Dean’s voice dropped a little into a serious tone as he segued into a new topic, “Now that you are a bit better, I have to go and try and keep looking for Sam. I’m sorry I hate to leave you here but I got Uncle Bobby and Cas coming to keep you company whilst I’m gone. I’m sorry Y/N I wish we could just focus on you getting better, but I have to go”. You processed his words as fear started to creep up on you as he stood up to leave, “What if the same thing that got Sam, gets you?” you asked worriedly grabbing onto Dean’s hand to keep him with you. “It won’t Y/N, don’t worry.” Dean assured, “Okay” you replied a bit flattened that he was going to leave you. You felt so alone when he wasn’t around in this foreign world. He sighed at the new tone in your voice so he leaned over and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be back soon Bug, I promise” you smiled as Dean walked away and then a flash of a memory floated dreamily into your mind. Sam but a lot younger, almost a teenage version of himself, is sitting on your bed with his lips pressed into a hard line, “It’s just Stanford not the end of the world Y/N. I’ll be back soon Bug, I promise”. Then as soon as the memory came, it floated away before you could remember what happened next.

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Days turned into weeks, which rolled into months. You had your dressings changed more times then you could remember attended rehabilitation sessions to learn to walk and move properly again. The excess tubes and monitors were slowly taken away until you could finally put on Sam’s shirt. You went to a neurologist to help with regaining your memory, but you were still foggy in some aspects but you had Bobby and Cas to help fill in the spaces whilst Dean was away.

Bobby looked rough and grizzly but underneath he was jolly and patient whilst he told you stories about yourself: How you and your brothers use to play chasey in the car yard. The time he had you taught you to restore your own a car that you picked out from the car yard when your brothers and father left you at his place for the summer. He laughed when he told you about how both the boys were jealous you had your own car before them and he also told you how he was fixing your father’s car now. He told you about your father and mother and how they met. He was the one that helped you remember your parents and how a house fire had changed everything in more depth that Dean had skipped over.

You also met a man named Cas, an unusual name but it matched his character. Cas was sweet and a little strange. When you first met Cas, he walked straight up to you and pressed his fingers to your forehead before you slapped his hand away. He just looked confused at you before apologising that he couldn’t heal you by bringing you a life time’s worth of memory back to you but he would help you anyway. Then he explained he was an angel of the Lord, as if that was some minor detail he seemed to forget about.

Cas talked in an odd monotone voice and he seemed to not be able to catch onto social norms. Such as the time when a nurse said that they needed to wash you, he sat content in his chair before the nurse asked him to leave your room so you could have some privacy. Cas came to sit with you almost daily and told you stories about his brothers and his Father and compared them to yours, you came to learn they were quite similar in some aspects. Cas was always patient and never seemed to tire telling you stories of yourself and your brothers. He helped you with your memories on Sam and hunting in particular.

He told you how he met Dean and Bobby first. Then you and Sam, he said how you were always kind to him although you didn’t always agree with his methods and that he changed over time. There were stories about bars and playing pool whilst hustling people. He told you how people would get mad but then Sam and Dean would always step in to protect you. He told you about the apocalypse and Lucifer as well as his time in Purgatory with Dean. He liked talking about bumblebees and brought you pizza when you were over the bland hospital food.

Finally, the day came for you to leave the hospital where Cas wheeled you out in a wheelchair to the carpark where Bobby was waiting by the repaired black Impala. After a drive out of town you finally pulled up to a wooded area where they walked you down carefully to the bunker.

Cas helped you down the first small flight of stairs and into the Bunker itself. You came to scan over the large space underneath you, “Dean!” you yelped as you found him staring up at you in awe. It was the first time he had seen you in almost a month and he hadn’t seen you stand by yourself since the accident, let alone walk. You started to walk down the stairs as you locked eyes with another pair of green orbs.

A quick flash of memories tumbled into your mind, “I’ll be back soon Bug, I promise”, the plaid shirt that smelt of home, the faded photo of last Christmas, playing chasey in Bobby’s car yard, Stanford, another fire, Jess, playing pool and hustling people for some extra cash, feeling protected and safe when your big brother stepped in against sleazy patrons hassling you, your older brother, the apocalypse, hunting, Mary, John, your family and “Sam?” you spoke aloud as the stream of memories helped you finally recognise your older brother. He had a large smile on his face and was tall with long hair but with a couple more scars on him. He wore old jeans and a plaid shirt and it was something with his eyes that captivated you the most. They were almost like a child’s, “Hey Bug” he spoke up to you softly. You heard as the others all let out a collective exhale of relief as you stumbled down the stairs to Sam and fell into his warm embrace. Sam hugged you tightly until a small yelp escaped your lips, Sam pulled back worried, eyes searching you for the cause of pain, “Sorry it was just my ribs, still mending themselves” you smiled patting them. Dean took the opportunity to steal you away and gave you an enveloping hug, being mindful of your sore ribs and other healing injuries. “Thankyou” you whispered into his ear, “Thank you for getting Sam home, thank you for everything”. Dean smiled, “Don’t mention it, it was my fault you are in this mess in the first place”. You shook your head, it wasn’t his fault, “Shit happens” you assured him as you pulled out of the hug and sat into the wheel chair Bobby had carried down the stairs. “Hey wheel chairs, your favourite” Sam perked up, “Remember that time I broke-”, “Your leg when your eleven. Yeah I remember” winking at Dean.

The Full Moon Attack

Sister Winchester : The Full Moon Attack

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

Summary: Werewolf attack in a motel room where Dean and Sam are knocked out quickly by the monster. It’s up to you to protect your brothers, but at what cost?

Warning: Blood and death and all that stuff that you would imagine that comes with a werewolf attack idk

A/N: Idk if this will be any good I literally just came on here to look through my feed and then found myself writing this. But it’s a little fluffy and a little sad so whatever floats your boat, take what you need from this. It’s more of a Sam x sister then Dean x sister btw. Lots of love xx 

Shattering glass and a deep growling ripping from a human’s voice box pulled you awake from your light hunters sleep. Your hand gripped around your mother’s gun under your pillow as Dean’s voice rung in your head, “shoot first, ask question later”. So you jumped up into a kneeling position on your dead and pointed the familiar gun towards the werewolf pinning Dean down on the kitchen floor as you let the bullets fly, echoing around the room as Dean lay frozen on the ground. The werewolf looked up and growled louder, I guess you didn’t have the silver bullets in this gun. 

The werewolf now had it’s attention on you as it prowled over to you. Panic was creeping up your back and fogging your mind but you stood strong and confident in the werewolf’s wake. You could handle this, you had to, you had too so you could protect your injured brothers. The werewolf came to a stand next to the also unconscious Sam as it lent down to sniff him as he started to drool. It’s mouth extended and it’s pointed teeth glistened under the swinging lights. 

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Being Ricks daughter would include:

•Being just as tough if not tougher than Carl •Fighting 24/7 with Carl but knowing you will always have each other’s •Being Judith’s babysitter and guarding her with your life •Having all the group adore you and thinking your the sweetest even though they know you could kick their asses • Helping Rick after Lori’s death “Dad I know this is hard for you but we need you. I need you ” • Having Daryl teach you how to fix cars •Promising Glen you would take care of Maggie if anything ever happened •Having michonne teach you how to do dread locks “You sure you’re not going to rip my hair !“ • Being the one that kills Ron when he shoots Carl •Not liking Enid at first but eventually warming to her. “ I swear to god if you hurt my brother I’ll kill you” • Having to have Michonne hold you done while Negan threatened to have Carl’s arm cut off • Being happy but worried that you have the largest family •calling your dad officer friendly to annoy him. TAKING REQUESTS

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Tell Him I'm Sorry

Summary: A trip to get pizza takes an unexpected turn.

Pairing/Reader: Sister Winchester

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You wonder around the kitchen looking for something to cook. Unfortunately, your brothers, Sam and Dean, neglected going grocery shopping this week. Sighing, you walk to the library and find Sam sitting at his usual table.

“Hey, Sam.” You say while walking in.

“Yeah.” He replies.

“You wanna order pizza since there’s nothing to cook?” You ask.

“I’m cool with that.” Sam says.

“I’m going to check with Dean.” You say.

Dean was down in the garage tinkering on something. He turns around as you walk in.

“Hey.” He calls while wiping the grease off his hands. “What’s up?”

“You wanna order pizza?” You ask. “There’s nothing to cook.”

“That’s cool.” Dean nods. “You and Sam can go pick it up.”

“Okay.” You smile. “We’ll be back layer.”

You grab the keys to the Impala and head back to Sam.

“Let’s go.” You call. “We’re going to get pizza.”

“Awesome.” He smiles.

You head outside and climb into the driver seat. Pulling onto the main road, you can’t help but smile because you love driving Baby. You beg Dean to drive her every chance you can. Sam calls in the pizza order and you continue to cruise along. You finally pull into the pizza joint and you send Sam in with the money. He returns moments later carrying boxes of pizza. You send Dean a text and let him know you’re heading back to the bunker.

“Ready?” You ask Sam while he places the boxes in the back seat.

“Yep.” He nods and buckles his seat belt.

You back out and head to the bunker. You and Sam joke back and forth. You are laughing exceptionally hard when a blur enters your line of vision. Suddenly you’re being thrown to the side and you feel the wheels leave the ground. You hold onto the steering wheel as the car flips and finally comes to a stop. Opening your eyes, you see that the whole windshield was shattered and the roof was caved in. Through the shattered windshield you could see that the whole front end was destroyed and your driver door was crushed against your arm.

“Sam?” You croak out.

You turn your head and see Sam trying to face you. There is blood trailing down his face and he’s reaching out to check on you.

“I’m fine.” He gasps. “You?”

Your arm is pinned between the door and steering wheel and you feel something warm dripping down your face. There was glass all over your lap. You head is pounding and tears form in your eyes.

“Dean’s going to be so pissed.” You sob. “I’m so sorry, Sam.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.” Sam assures you. “Just stay calm.”

“Dean’s going to hate me.” You continue on.

Your vision starts to go fuzzy as the throbbing in your head continues. You hear sirens in the distance and you look at Sam again. Sam managed to get his door open and ran over to your door.

“I’m going to get you out.” He says.

“Don’t.” You order. “My arm is pinned between it and the steering wheel. Check on the other driver.”

Sam runs over to the other car and a shadow enter your vision. It’s a paramedic.

“Ma'am, can you hear me?” She asks.

“Yes.” You wheeze.

“Okay. We’re going to get you out as quickly as possible. Who’s the gentleman with you?”

“Sam.” You say. “My big brother Sam.”

The paramedics work to keep you conscious as they remove you from the crushed Impala. They load you onto a stretcher with a neckbrace on and you see Sam being loaded into another.

You look at one of the EMTs. “Tell Dean I’m sorry. Please. Please tell him I’m sorry.”

You close your eyes as you’re rushed to the hospital. When you wake up you see your arm wrapped in a cast and you feel the presence of something wrapped around your head. The lights make your head hurt and there’s a dull pain all of your body. You slowly move your head and see Sam sitting up in the chair next to your bed.

“Sam?” You choke out.

“Hey.” He whispers. “How ya feeling?”

“Sore.” You chuckle, which causes your head to throb. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Slight concussion and cuts and bruises.” He informs you.

“Where’s Dean?” You say full of worry.

“He’ll be back in a minute.” Sam says. “Nice cast by the way.”

You look down at the teal cast and carefully move your arm.

“Dean picked the color.” Sam laughes.

“How nice of him.” You whisper.

You lean back against the pillow and close your eyes. The throbbing didn’t hurt as bad with your eyes closed. The door opens and Dean walks in. He has a worried look on his face as he approaches you.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

You ignore his question. “Dean, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wreck the Impala. I-I should have paid more attention to the road.”

The heart monitor beside your bed was spiking from your increasing heart rate.

“Calm down.” Dean gestures. “It’s okay. How are you feeling? You had us really worried.”

“My head hurts.” You admit. “I’m a little sore. Why aren’t you yelling at me?”

“Why would I be yelling?” He inquires.

“I DESTROYED THE IMPALA.” You scream and wince from the pain in your head. “I wrecked your Baby.”

“The accident wasn’t your fault.” Sam adds. “We were hit by a drunk driver and the Impala flipped. Your arm was broke when the car hit us. You have a mild concussion.”

“You were unconscious when they brought you in. They were worried you had slipped into a coma.” Dean explains.

“Still. Why aren’t you at least a little mad?” You ask.

Dean sits on the edge of the bed. “I can replace a car. I can’t replace you or Sam.”

“I’ll help you rebuild her.” You offer.

“You need to heal first.” Sam interjects.

“I will.” You slightly chuckle. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Okay.” Dean interrupts. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving. I’m going to get us some food.”

Dean walks out the door and you turn and face Sam.

“He’s way too calm.” You state. “Did he at least freak out about the Impala?”

Sam smirks. “He made sure you were okay first. Then he went and checked out the damage. He might have cried a little.”

You smile. “I wouldn’t have him any other way.”

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On The Door Step - part 9: Epilogue

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

Catch up

Warnings: Angst, character loss (Scrubs references in case you don’t know the show)

Words: 1101

A/N: Sorry, I meant to publish this last night but things have been busy with social life, job hunting and not freezing. Enjoy! 

(Y/H/T) - your home town

Sacred Heart hospital’s ER is filled with nurses and doctors rushing around in the hallways, and Dean can’t help but feel they’re doing nothing to save his sister while he paces back and forth in front of the bed. Sam sits in the chair near the top of the bed with his head down and his hands in his lap. Mary watches from the threshold as her boys fall apart while they struggle to believe the girl in the bed is fighting with everything she has.

The slow beeping of the heart monitor pulls the on the brothers’ nerves.

“Why-why would she do this?” Dean asks again, stopping in his tracks to watch his pale sister breathing out of a tube and being fed through an IV.

“Dean…” Sam sighs, looking up and resting his back against the chair. He runs a hand through his hair. “We should’ve seen this.”

“How? She was gone for seven months,” Mary points out, making her way into the room to take a seat near her youngest. “Boys, this isn’t your fault.”

“We shut her out, mom,” Dean says, running a hand over his face. “We were trying to protect her.”

“How is she?” Castiel questions, entering the hospital room and glancing in the young girl’s direction.

“She’s in a coma.”

“Sam, Dean, I found this in the bathroom,” Cas says, removing a small piece of paper from his trench coat pocket and handing it over to Dean. Sam stands and peers over his brother’s shoulder to read the note.

Dean hands the note to his brother before exiting the hospital room, trying to cover his rage. Sam shakes his head, taking his seat back in the chair as he looks over the note again.

“What does it say?” Mary questions, moving across the room to place a hand on Sam’s shoulder.

“She wants us to let her go,” Sam glances up, handing the note to his mother. She looks it over, slightly surprised that she’s their real sister.

“We should grant her wishes,” Dean says, re-entering the room, bringing Dr. Cox with him.

“Dean?”

“It’s what she wants, Cas.” Dean sighs, trying desperately to hide the pain in his eyes. “She’ll just try again. This way she goes peacefully.”

The room empties out and the boys watch their little sister let go from the window. Dr Cox calls the time of death and then addresses to the boys that they’ll hand over her body for burial after they finish the autopsy.

The pale corpse of the Winchester’s sister lays on the cold metal table, her (y/e/c) closed and her nose pointing towards the ceiling, her (y/h/c) tucked neatly between her neck and the pillow keeping her head level with her chest. Her lips are slightly parted, exposing her front teeth. She looks so peaceful to the corner, so beautiful and peaceful. The corner is called out of the morgue, needing to sign some documents, so he sets down his scalpel and exists.

Her finger twitches against the blue cloth covering her naked body. Her eyes shift underneath her eyelids; searching.

Darkness… Everything is so dark… But something’s here… no… someone’s here.

“Do you remember your name?”

Where am I?

“Answer my questions and then I’ll tell you.”

My name is Aadya Evergreen.

“Good. Now, tell me where you’re from and about your family.”

I’m from (Y/H/T). My parents work at Sacred Heart Hospital.

“Any siblings?”

No. I have none.

“Perfect. Now, Aadya…

                                 just act like we’re friends talking and this interview will go smoothly. Will you say your name for me and what you do?”

“I’m Aadya Evergreen and I play (Y/N) Winchester on the show Supernatural.” You smile at the camera.

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Tearing Us Apart

Could you write a Daryl X reader where Negan lies and tells Daryl that he killed the reader and Daryl gets really upset but when he sees her again he cant believe his eyes. (Sorry that this is kind of a shitty request)

This isn’t a shitty request!! I hope you like this! I know you guys might’ve been expecting an update of No Regrets & Don’t Look Back but I figured since I posted chapters of both stories twice, I should make it fair and post another two requests. Did that statement make sense? Geez, I’m tired haha.

By the way, I wanted to let you guys know that I won’t be able to post this Saturday since I’m working until midnight and staying at my dad’s without my computer. And I won’t be posting at all next weekend as I’ll be in LA that weekend.

ANYWAYS, enough about that! On with the one shot!!

You couldn’t believe how easy it had been for one person to break you and your entire group. How were you supposed to move forward after watching a man bash your friend’s brains in? And that just wasn’t enough for this man.

Negan was his name. Negan. That name would give you chills for the rest of your life. Once he was finished slaughtering your friend, Abraham, he took the time to observe all the looks of heartbreak on everyone’s faces, relishing in the cries and the way their bodies trembled with fear and agony.

He noticed you, holding onto your wounded boyfriend as he was bleeding profusely, his normally tan skin was now white as a ghost. Daryl Dixon, who was usually your superman, was now curled up next to you, shaking with rage the more Negan laughed.

He’d gathered enough strength to punch Negan in the face even though you’d tried to stop him. You wished you could say it ended there but it didn’t. You all lost Glenn as a result of Daryl’s sudden lack of judgement. And then Daryl was taken with Negan when all was said and done. Your heart was broken, losing two friends and the love of your life all in the same night.

Daryl had fought as hard as he could to keep Negan from taking him away from you. You had nail marks on your arm from Daryl trying to stay with you and one of Negan’s men, Dwight pulling him towards his van.

“No!” you’d screamed. Dwight had finally pushed you down to the ground, which forced you out of Daryl’s grip. He was shouting your name but your own sobs were drowning him out.

“He’s mine now,” you heard Negan say to Rick. Negan turned to you while Rick was blubbering and shaking on the ground, “I’ll take good care of him, Y/N. Don’t you worry, pretty lady.”

“Please don’t take him,” you wept, “Please I’m begging you.”

“Sorry, darlin’,” Negan said, patting your shoulder as he stood up, “Begging doesn’t work on me. Let’s head out!”

And just like that, Negan, his boys, and Daryl were gone. Maggie and Sasha continued to Hilltop and Rick took the rest of you back to Alexandria to get ready for Negan’s return in one week. You couldn’t care less if Negan took all your belongings. You just wanted to know if Daryl was okay.

Those first few days were unbearable. Once Daryl arrived in The Sanctuary and his wounds were treated, he was stripped and thrown into a dark room with the same overly cheery song playing over and over again on a speaker. At first, it kept him from sleeping but eventually he managed to find sleep. They barely fed him and when they did, he was given a sandwich with dog food. It barely had a taste but he still couldn’t stand it. Still, it was food and he was hungry.

But what about you? He couldn’t get the image of you completely broken, crying into the dirt as he was forced from your arms. He wanted his friends back, he wanted you back. He’d already made an escape attempt, which just led to him getting the shit kicked out of him.

And now Daryl was standing in Negan’s bedroom with him, having finally been given some clothes to wear even if they were filthy, stinking sweats. Negan was swinging his bat around, pacing back and forth going on and on about how compassionate he was and he was a “stand-up guy” and all that.

“Hey,” Negan said, “You listening? Or are you a little distracted?”

“Probably distracted by that girl,” Dwight piped in, “His little girlfriend.”

“Figured,” Negan scoffed, “Let me save you some trouble, Daryl. You won’t have to be distracted by that girl anymore. I took care of that little problem.”

Daryl looked up, breaking his silence, “What do you mean?”

Negan smirked, “Don’t worry, Daryl. I made it quick.”

“You…” Daryl muttered, “You killed Y/N? Why? Why would you do that?”

“Thing is, you forced my hand, Daryl,” Negan said, “Couldn’t let you get away with the little stunt you pulled.”

“Wasn’t enough you killed Glenn?” Daryl snarled, “You had to kill Y/N too?”

“I thought the message would really sink in that way,” Negan chuckled, “Lucille wasn’t finished yet. It was a tie that needed to be severed, Daryl. There’ll be other women out there. Y/N ain’t the only pussy out there.”

Daryl bit his lip to keep himself from crying in front of Negan and Dwight. They’d already torn him apart, tortured him, beat him, and practically starved him. He couldn’t give them this satisfaction.

He wanted to kill him. He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms so he wouldn’t do anything stupid again and get someone else killed. He made one bad decision and he was now paying for it and would pay for it the rest of his life. The last thing he wanted to do was cause someone else’s death.

Daryl could’ve figured out you were actually alive three days later when Negan came to Alexandria, but you and Rick had agreed that you would take a small group on a run to collect more things for Negan, not knowing that he would be showing up early. The idea was you would be back just in time for Negan’s actual arrival. Rick had eventually gone on a run of his own with Aaron, Rick arriving back home just a few days before you did.

And what a scene you came home to. Spencer and Olivia were dead, Aaron was beaten senseless, Eugene had been taken with Negan after he admitted it his him that made the bullet that Rosita used to attempt to kill Negan, only to hit his bat instead. Negan had cleaned you out completely, and Rick had finally broken free of his fear of Negan. He was ready to fight again.

“We need to go to Hilltop,” Rick declared, “We need to see Maggie and Sasha and get everyone in that community ready to fight with us. We’re taking him down.”

“And getting Daryl back,” you added, “And Eugene.”

“Right,” Rick agreed. You, Tara, Michonne, Carl, and Rosita went with Rick to Hilltop together and the very thought of getting Daryl back made your heart pound. Apparently, Daryl had been there when Negan came early to collect what he was “owed” and you hated yourself for missing that. You wanted to see him so badly, just to know that he was alright. Rick wouldn’t go into detail, knowing that you would get upset. But that just made you even more upset. It had to be bad enough that Rick didn’t want to say anything.

“We’re getting close,” Rick said.

“I hope Maggie made it okay,” you replied, “That her baby’s okay. She’s already lost so much.”

“Me too,” Michonne piped in, “I’m sure she is.”

They reached the front gates and you saw Maggie standing guard. From what you could see, she looked so much better than she had that night. It gave you a little more hope that she was okay.

As Maggie saw you and hurriedly climbed down the fence, the gates opened with a loud creak. She was waiting on the other side, immediately hugging Rick tightly.

“I’m okay,” she said, “The baby’s okay. All of us.”

There was a hint of doubt for Daryl when Negan claimed to have killed you. But when he joined Negan in Alexandria and you weren’t there, he knew it had to be true. If Negan hadn’t forbad Rick from talking Daryl, he would’ve asked him what the hell happened and where you’d been buried so he could say his proper good-byes. Not that Negan would give him that chance anyway.

The days were still rough but Daryl had learned to roll with it, stay quiet and not draw attention to himself. But he still had some bad days and needed his “time-outs” as Negan had called them in the same dark, musty room.

But this time, he wasn’t there for very long. He was sitting there for maybe ten minutes when a note slid under the door that told him to go now. Negan was gone already so maybe it was possible Daryl could make an escape this time.

Then again, he had help this time. Jesus, from the Hilltop community had helped him escape and brought him home. He was given some brand new clothes, a bath, and a hot meal. He’d gotten lucky this time but that didn’t change the fact that you were gone and he would never see you again. What was left to do now?

Daryl was buttoning up his shirt the next morning when he heard the gate open outside. Daryl came out as Jesus came to meet him. Daryl frowned, “Is it…?”

“Negan?” Jesus said, “Doubt it. Don’t worry, we’ll keep you hidden if he does show up here. Come on, let’s go see who it is.”

Daryl walked a few steps ahead of Jesus, rounding the corner to see his best friend hugging Maggie. But the second person to catch his eye took his breath away.

You didn’t notice him right away until you realized Rick’s attention had switched from Maggie to Jesus. You turned to see Daryl standing in front of Jesus and a cry escaped from your lips.

“Daryl!” you exclaimed. You started running as fast as you could towards him. He was so speechless, he couldn’t move a muscle except to open his arms to you. It was then that Daryl finally let it all out, sobbing as you jumped into his arms and kissed him over and over. He held you tightly, his head buried in your chest.

“Y/N,” he whimpered, “You’re alive! You’re alive!”

“I’m alive?” you said as Daryl set you down on the ground, “What’re you talking about?”

“Negan, he-he told me that he killed you,” Daryl explained, “I thought you were dead. I just…I can’t fuckin’ believe this.”

“I’m here,” you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks and his. Your fingers grazed the bruising under his eye and you pressed your lips to his, “What did they do to you?”

“Don’t matter,” he replied, wrapping his arms around your waist, “I’m okay now, Y/N.”

You threw your arms around his neck and sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears, “I’m staying here with you. I don’t wanna be separated from you ever again.”

Daryl rubbed your back as Rick and the others came towards him. They waited patiently, knowing that nothing would ever tear him away from you again. He kissed the top of your head, “Never gonna happen, Y/N. Never again.”