Encounter

A/N: OMG I haven’t posted in quite a while! I am deeply sorry for that. I just kinda lost motivation and myself for a bit. I’ve been trying to continue fics whose series I need to finish but I kinda lost track of where I wanted to go with them. I’ll slowly try to figure them out but in the mean time have this fic. I don’t know how often I’ll be posting so please bear with me. I haven’t written in ages either so this might be very bad. Tell me what you think! x)

Setting: Season 13

Summary: You’ve begun to feel a connection between you and a young man who you have never even spoken to. You begin to see him everywhere you go. When you finally have a conversation he reminds you of someone dear to you. Why do you feel this connection? Are you perhaps the same?

Word Count: 917

It has been, maybe a month, since I met this guy. He was a bit strange. Like a kid who didn’t know much about the world, but also a man who knew too much. Though, by his happy go lucky demeanor, I would have to guess he was just a kid.

Here I am calling him a kid when I’m not that much older than him. Hell, I might even be younger.

Something about the guy draws me closer to him. If I believed in fate, I might just say our meeting was just that, fate. I mean, I met him a month ago, or rather I saw him a month ago. I had just finished visiting a brand new place, I became a traveler of sorts and every new place I hear about, I go to it. I was at a diner, eating my slice of cake with a bit of hot chocolate. That’s when he walked in. It was a passing glance but...

Something about him.

I didn’t see him for another two days. I was on a very crowded street. What else can you expect from New York? Anyways, I was about to cross the street with a dozen others when I saw him. His neat combed hair just somehow seemed to stand out.  He was with two other guys but-

My eyes were drawn to him.

I couldn’t help but want to reach out to him. The the closer I tried to get, the farther he seemed to be. Like there was a force repelling us. Like the same sides of a magnet. Maybe we’re the same, him and I?

Then again, a few months after. I walked passed him in the street. Our shoulders bumped and I turned to face him. Although he seemed in a daze, “Excuse me-” he said. His eyes seemed far away, looking for an answer he just couldn’t quite reach. He also seemed somewhat- sad.

I just stood there and watched him walk away. I lost sight of him and didn’t see him again for another three weeks. Which was today. Earlier today.

I was in a donut shop, getting my daily fix of sweets. My mom always told me I got my sweet tooth from my father. Anyways, I was about to leave when I crashed into him as he was coming in. I dropped my brown paper bag full of sugary goodness.

“You again?” I accidentally said out loud.

He tilted his head the the side in wonder and confusion, “Again?” He questioned.

I shook my head. Of course I would say something weird out loud. “Um. I just. I’ve seen you around a few times and. Are you following me?” I ended up questioning as I go to pick up my bag of donuts.

“Following? No. I am looking for someone.” He responded, matter of factly.

I narrowed my eyes, “Who are you looking for that I always seem to be around?”

He stared at me for a moments, deliberating whether to tell me or not. “A Dreamwalker,” he said finally.

“A what now?” I questioned. He must be crazy.

“A dreamwalker. They are able to see other worlds in their dreams.” He explained as if anything he was saying made any sense at all.

“Ri-ght,” I mumbled, “Well, I’ll leave you to that.” I walked out of the donut shop, donuts in hand, though I was practically ripping the bag with how tight I was holding it. The way he talked reminded me of mom. She always said weird things like that.

“Y/N, the world is a dangerous place. There are real monsters out there. I want you to always be careful... Even angels can be evil,” she’d say.

“How can angels be evil?” I whispered to myself.

She might have been a little, well um, crazy- but she was my only family and I love her regardless.

That’s why it hurt so much when she died. It still hurts. Whenever I remember her or whenever I see a family together on the streets. If it ever hurts to much I go visit her. She’s gotten bigger in the last three years. Which sounds crazy right? Well, apparently before she passed she wrote herself a will. She left instruction to have herself cremated with salt, and have her ashes used to plant a new tree. Which is amazing.

In her will she also left me with everything which, although I was her only child and only living relative, according to her, was still surprising. I didn’t really think about it. She wrote that she hopes I stay living in that house, because “after all it was made for you,” she wrote. “Travel if I want but always- ALWAYS, return to the house every so often

I did just that.

But recently, I’ve been feeling a bit strange. It wasn’t too long before I first saw him when it started. I’d get random headaches that I swear I can here people whispering in my head. There was that one time, where I hadn’t slept much at all, and for a second, when I thought it in my head to be somewhere else, there I was. As soon as I blinked I was exactly where i should’ve been. It felt real, but I know I was probably delusional from my lack of sleep.

Some part of me has started to wonder. Does it really have to do with that guy I keep running into?

Hope you liked it!

Whispers

A/N- First fic of the year! Sorry I’ve been so inactive, life has been… horrible, but getting through it. Anywho tell me what you think! x)

Sam x Reader

Word Count- 1382

“There’s something about you that I love,” you began to sing, as you showered. You were letting the water pour over your hair, thinking of, someone.

You loved to just sing in the shower, even if it was in a dingy motel. You sounded better, or at least you thought so. It didn’t matter to you since no one was there to here you, but again, you thought so.

Unbeknownst to you, Sam was right outside the door. You got a separate room than the boys since you didn’t feel very well, and the wonderful Sam came to check on you. He smiled as he leaned his head against the door. This is the first time he’s ever heard you sing. He tried to figure out what he was singing but he couldn’t place it.

Which was because you were just singing whatever words came to mind.

He loved finding new things about you, but he knows, no matter how close he might seem to you, you are still far away. He heard the water stop as he thought that. He quietly exited the room and waited a bit before knocking on the door once again.

“Y/N?” he called.

You had just gotten out of the bathroom, panicked at the sound of his voice. “S-Sam? What’s up?” you asked, leaning your head against the door.

“Uuh- I wanted to see if you were feeling better,” he said from the other side of the door, leaning his head against it.

“Yeah, I’m… okay,” you say though you know you still have a fever. It was wasn’t bothering you that much so as to not worry him, you lied.

“You sure?” Sam asked, not wanting the conversation to end there. ‘A little longer,’ he thought.

“Yeah,” you lied again. “Thank for worrying though.”

He didn’t say anything after. You even thought he might have left, but you didn’t dare budge from your spot. Neither did he.

After that long pause Sam sighed, “Can I come in?” He dared asked. He held his breath, fearing your response.

“N-no… You guys are already going to be stuck in a car for hours with me and my germs. I don’t wanna risk getting you sick any more than that.” You told him that, hating every word. Yes you were sick and didn’t want to get them sick, but you so badly wanted to open the door and let him in. You just turn him away on impulse. You don’t know why you do this.

He sighed but then narrowed his eyes. He reached for your door knob, turning it and opening your door. He looked straight at you. He put his hand on your forehead. “You still have a fever.” He told you even though he saw the panic in your eyes.

“I…” you start but you knew it was pointless to continue lying. You sighed, “I- still feel sick, but better than yesterday. I just don’t want you guys to worry about me. “I’m-” you continued, but you started feeling dizzy.

“Whoa,” Sam said as he helped you to your bed. “Rest a little before we leave. Okay?”

You simply nodded. For some reason you let Sam tuck you in. You closed your eyes, half because you were tired, and half because you couldn’t bear to look Sam in the eyes any longer.

Soon your breathing slowed to signify that you were sleeping peacefully. Sam sighed but smiled. He kissed your forehead, his lips barely brushing against your skin. He didn’t want to risk waking you up.

He went to check on Dean, who was getting breakfast.

“Hey… You tell Y/N that we’re leavin?” Dean asked, setting a white paper bag with Sam’s breakfast before him.

“Uh- about that. Y/N is… not feeling a hundred percent yet. Let Y/N sleep a bit longer,” Sam told his brother, reaching for the bag.

Dean stared at him, smirk forming. “You two are somethin’,” he whispers to himself.

“What?” questioned Sam.

Dean cleared his throat and walked over to his bed, laying down on it, “Nothing.”

An hour later~

Sam knocked lightly on you door. At Dean’s behest, he came to check if you woke up already. Sam knew that he wasn’t so much mad or intentionally bugging about you because you were sick, in fact it was the opposite. Dean just feels as though you’d feel better in your own home. That and he missed his memory foam bed.

When you didn’t answer, he slowly opened your door, finding you still sound asleep.

“S- am,” you whispered in your slumber.

Sam’s eyes widened more than ever in his life. His heart quickened. His face, gradually becoming slightly redder than it should. He didn’t move from his spot by the door. Almost as if frozen in place.

In spite of his surprise, he walked over to your bedside, and check your forehead to see if you still had a fever. Your skin hot against his hand. “You’re burning up,” he whispered to himself.

He ran out of your room and back to his.

“We leavin?” Dean questioned, getting up from bed.

“Yeah but we’re going to the hospital. Y/N is sicker than we thought,” Sam told him.

Dean readied everything and raced to start the car while Sam ran back to your room. He place an arm under your legs and another on the back of your neck. He lifted you up and carried you to the car. Where Dean then drove faster than he had ever.

When you woke up, you were in the hospital. Wires were attached to your arms. A monitor beeped along with your own heartbeat.  A hand was entangled with your left hand.

You turned to find Sam there, asleep on a chair next to your bed. His head resting on his arm on the bed. His hand in yours.

“Where am I?” you wanted to ask but I came out more of an inaudible mumble rather than words.

Sam’s head shot up hearing the sudden sound. He smiled and sighed out of relief when he saw that you had woken up. “How’re you feeling?”

You cleared your throat. “Um,” you started. “Okay.” You ended up saying, not wanting your voice to crack.

“You had a really high fever so I- we, brought you to the hospital. You’ve been asleep for almost two days. I’m glad you’re feeling better. Had me worried there.” He told you.

“Thanks…” you say, your eyes quickly looking at your linked hands.

“Listen,” he began, noticing you looking at your hands. “I have something to tell you.”

Dean entered the room, coffees in hand. “Hey! You’re awake,” he said.

Sam released his hand from yours. “Dean,” he sighed so softly you thought you imagined it.

“Sorry,” Dean whispered to his brother. He turned to you, “Feelin better?”

You nodded, “Kinda wish I was home but at least I don’t feel sick anymore.”

“No problem. Let’s just get out of here,” Dean responded.

Sam went to call the nurse so you could sign papers that would let the hospital release you. Dean wanted to just up and leave but you didn’t want to cause more of a fuss. The ride home after that was long, but you slept for most of it.

“Hey, I interrupted you earlier, sorry bout that man,” Dean said.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah its fine.”

There was a long silence.

“I’m happy for you,” Dean all but whispered.

“Don’t be happy for me yet,” Sam responded.

That night~

You had been awake when you arrived at the bunker. Awake when Sam checked on you. Awake when Sam lifted you in his arms. Awake as he carried you through the bunker and into your room.

Awake when he laid you gently laid you on your bed. Kissing your forehead. Telling you how he feels.

“I like you,” he whispered. Almost as if he was practicing, right then and there in your room. “I love…” he sighed.  “I like you a lot.” He sighed once more before leaving your room, closing the door behind him.

After slowly opening your eyes, you sat up, and looked toward the very door he had just left from. “I like you too,” you whispered back. The words going unheard.

Hope you liked it! x)

A Curse, a Man, and Me

A/N- I haven’t posted in a while, and I’m really sorry about that. Life has been hectic and my brain has been fried for a while. Writer’s block is uuuuuuggggghhh but I hope to get back into the groove of things. Although I’ve said this before and didn’t exactly follow through, I'm gonna really try my best to stick to it! Tell me what you think! (I’m serious about telling me about it cause damn I feel SOOO rusty lol)

Dean x Reader (to be)

Word Count- 894

Ever since you could remember, you were cursed. Unable to communicate with anyone around you, your parents being an exception up until a certain age. After you were eighteen, they were unable to understand anything you said, and vice versa.

 This strange curse led you down a strange path. A path where you found out monsters were real. The life of a hunter.

 You believed this life could somehow lead you to find something that can help you. Although, against everything you believe, and everything you've learned, especially as a hunter, you tried to make a deal with a demon. It didn't work... They could understand you either.

 Nothing worked.

 You gave up on lifting the curse. You gave up trying to communicate. You became known as the mute hunter.

 The hunter who'd walk into a bar after a hunt, hold one finger up to the bartender, and point at the first beer you saw.

 That's where you met him. Them.

 It was a hunter's bar. A place you'd frequent every time you were in the area. Meaning, everyone knew you.

It was their first time there.

 The older of the two. The cocky, good-looking, green-eyed man, walked over to you with all the confidence in the world. The few people who noticed chuckled to themselves. They've seen this before.

 "Hey," the man said, leaning against the counter next to you.

 You, hearing the noise, turn to face him. You stared at him, wondering why he was there.

 "I'm Dean," he added with a smirk. The dim lighting seemed to darken the almost transparent freckles he had.

 You nodded once as if you understood anything he said.

 "Two beers," he told the bartender, whom was trying not to laugh.

 "Right away," the bartender responded, not bothering to warn the green-eyed man.

 Dean then turned toward you, "So what, not much of a talker?" he asked, smirk never leaving his face.

 "What is he saying?" you thought. You didn't bother answering him. Not just because you knew he wouldn't understand, but after the years, the bullying and the torment, you've developed an anxiety when people talked to you. Which made being a hunter both easy and hard.

 He kept trying to talk to you, but you didn't so much as look at him. Trying to contain the anxiety you felt.

 The bartender seemed to get bored so he decided to speak up. "They're mute," he said.

 "What?" Dean questioned.

 "They never talk. Everyone thinks they're mute, cause they never say anything. Rumor has it that they might be foreign and can't understand us either." he answered.

 "Hmm," he hummed, turning toward you. He didn't want to give up. He came up with an idea. "Got a pen?" he asked the bartender, who handed him one. He began to draw on it.

 You stared at him curiously as he drew. "What is that?" you thought.

 He then proceeded to explain the hunt he was on, using drawings. You somehow understood that, the man he came with and him, were hunting a nest of vampires. Which is a coincidence, seeing as you were on your way to a vampire hunt as well. You then took out the newspaper snippet that informed you of the case. You showed him and he laughed. You tilted your head to the side, confused by what he found humorous.

 He called over the other man he came with you. They talked, and the tall one brought over his laptop. Showing you the article of a small town that was close by. Your eyes widened for a moment but you smiled. It was the same case.

 So here you were, three days later~

 You were sneaking into the nest of vamps, machete in hand. You walked side by side with the man who tried talking to you in the bar, going down the long hall, and checking each room for those blood sucking monsters.

 When you finally caught sight of one you hid until it was close enough. Waiting. Waiting. Just as it was about to pass you, you pounce out, thrusting you machete swiftly across his neck. His head, along with his body falling slowly to the ground, with a small thud.

 You stepped back right into Dean’s chest.

 “You okay?” he asked, placing his hands on either side of your shoulders.

 “I’m fine,” you were about to say but you were too shocked by the fact that you understood what he just said. You pulled away from him in a hurry.

 “Hey- are you okay?” he repeated. Only this time you couldn’t understand him.

 “What the hell was that?” you thought to yourself.

 “Watch out!” Dean shouted despite being confused by your expression, he pushed you out of the way with one hand and swinging the other toward the incoming vampire.

 Next thing you know a vampire head rolled across the floor next to you. Sam came rushing in, worried about his brother.

 “Dean are you alright?” Sam questioned, worried look on his face.

 “I’m alright,” Dean responded. He knelt down toward you.

 You just stared at him. You heard the words he said. You understood what he had said, yet... Now? He speaks and you can’t process any of his words. What changed? Can you finally find out why you are unable to communicate? Why this has happened to you?

 Hope you liked it! x)

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For Two

A/N-So it’s official! MY computer is broken forever :’( I’m borrowing a computer to write this while I try to save for a new one. ANYWHO Tell me what you think!

Garth x Reader

Word Count-1217 Warning- self deprecation, sadness, anxiety mention

You lay there on your bed, tears practically spilling like waterfalls. Using your pillow to muffle your sobs. This happens every so often, if not every night. You hate crying but you just bare with it and cry it all out of your system. Sometimes your life as a whole, all your mistakes, the horrors you’ve gone through, they all come at you like a surge. You can’t say that you were unhappy, per se. You could be happy just a few minutes and completely forget what it meant to be happy.

How did happiness even feel? You couldn’t remember such a simple thing. As if you had never experienced it at all. It made the hoard of pain and anxiety worse.

Where you ever really happy at all?

Somewhere far away, Garth was also laying on his bed, his full attention on a book on some creature he hadn’t yet encountered but wasn’t taking any chances. He called the Winchester just hours before asking for a case, seeing as they couldn’t find one. Though he didn’t have one either. The Winchesters, or rather, Sam, wanted to take this opportunity to introduce their newest member.

No one knew. Never have you told a soul about your dilemmas. Nor could you. How do you say I’m unhappy and quite possibly hate myself but I don’t know why?

Morning came, and you had fallen asleep at one point. Your alarm rang, you stopped it, and got up. Your eyes still felt heavy and overall, you felt miserable. Yet, you still go up, ready to face the day ahead of you.

You walked into the kitchen. Immediately Sam, who was the only other person awake at the time, noticed your appearance.

“Are you alright?” he asked, a concerned look overcame him. He looked as if he was about to stand to walk over and hug you.

Despite yourself, you smiled, and nodded, “Yeah, just didn’t sleep well,” you answered and walked over to pour yourself a cup of coffee. If your want for him not to ask you any further got through or not, you didn’t know but he didn’t pry.

You sat across from him and instead of drinking your coffee, you rested your head on your hand and closed your eyes.

“Are you going to be okay to meet our friend?” Sam inquired.

You sighed, ‘No,’ you wanted to say. You really didn’t want to see or interact with anyone. If it were up to you, you would sleep for a year. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you said instead. There was an awkward silence after so you added, “I still don’t know why you don’t tell me who I’m meeting?”

“It’s more fun this way,” Dean said, entering the kitchen. Though the second he saw you his eyes widened, “What happened to you?” he questioned.

You sighed while you looked up to him. You looked down into your coffee, “Didn’t sleep well,” you say with a heavy voice.

His smile fell, almost as if he understood, “Oh,” he said. “We can tell Ga- um our friend, to come next time.”

You shook your head, “I’ll be fine guys really,” you respond, though you weren’t quite sure if it was true or not.

“Alright,” Dean said, he didn’t want to press you. Just then Dean’s phone rang. “Hey G- man... You’re almost here? How? Right of course you did that alright. Just... Hey listen. Just bring that excite man down to a 5. Can’t do that? then at least a 10. Yes. Okay.” he said before hanging up. He looked up toward Sam and you, “He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

‘Crap,’ you said in your head. You were hoping to sleep a little before they got here.

“Want me to make you breakfast?” Dean asked, already getting to it.

“Dean offering me breakfast? Now I’m scared,” you chuckled. “But would you accept a no?”

He smiled and shook his head, Nope,” he said as he started getting everything ready.

Just as you were about to munch into your food, you heard an all too familiar voice shout with glee. “Hey guys! I missed you! So who’s the newest member of our amazing family!” he said.

You dropped your fork and look over to him. Sure enough it was Garth. You stared at him in disbelief. He did the same.

You stood up, “Gar-th?”

“Y/N?? What’re you doing here? You’re a hunter? What?” he shouted. He seemed so confused.

“Y-Yeah... I- I... You’re a hunter too? Since when?” you inquired. You didn’t know what to feel.

“Since before we...” his words fell as did his expression.

Your heart was thumping against his chest and not in a good way. You felt like you were sweating and the room looked like it was spinning. “No...” you were able to say.

“Since when were you..?” he asked.

“Same as you,” you answered.

“Wait?!” Dean said.

“You two know each other?” Sam inquired.

“No- no- no- That’s not what you should be asking. Did you two-” Dean started.

“We dated a few years ago.” you said.

“What?!” both brothers shouted in unison

“Yeah... It was great,” Garth added.

“What happened?” Sam dared ask.

“I... I didn’t want him to get dragged into this world,” you said with a chuckle. You covered your eyes with both hands. You could feel tears threatening to spill. You just... really loved him. “I... I can’t...” you said before running out of there.

“Y/N!” Dean shouted. about to run after you.

Garth stopped him, “Uh, give em time.” He paused, “Did something happen to Y/N? yesterday?” he asked after.

We had a hunt yesterday but it was an easy kill. Why?” Dean answered.

Garth shook his head, “Seemed a bit off.”

“So Y/N broke up with you and you never saw them again?” Dean couldn’t help ask.

Garth nodded, “Yeah, kinda disappeared on me,” he said, reaching for his necklace.

The brothers hadn’t noticed it before. Seeing as they were staring at it intently, he brought it out. Dean and Sam both gasped seeing the ring attached to it.

“Was that for?” Sam asked.

Garth, again, nodded. “Yeah but don’t say anything.”

Two hours later~

Garth walked into your room. He stood by the door, “You okay?” he asked.

“No. Of course I’m not but I’ll be fine,” you say. You were curled up into a ball.

“Can I sit next to you?” he asked. You did your best to nod, which he understood. He slowly made his way over to you. “What’s wrong?”

You looked up at him, face stained with tears, “I wish I knew. I really wish I knew but I don’t. Something is wrong with me. Everything is wrong with me. I just... I don’t know what to do. Everything feels like it’s crumbling around me,” you tell him honestly. That was a thing about him. You always felt comfortable enough to tell him things like this, though it was never this bad before.

He reached out and patted your back softly, “It’s gonna be alright. Okay?”

“Not this time Garth.... I just... I feel like I hate myself,” you mutter.

“Then I’ll love you for the both of us,” he said matter of factly.

That hurt more to you. You don’t need that kind of love right now.

“Platonically,” he added. “I’ll be your friend for as long as you need me.”

“That’s not fair to you,” you say.

“Being friends with you is always a win to me,” he said with a genuine smile.

You smiled a bit. He held your hand until you fell asleep.

Hope you liked it! x)

Quick someone give me a character that wasn't in season 12 cause I haven't seen that yet lol (I'm doing a quick one shot)

Hello everyone! I apologize for the lack of activity! My computer doesn't want to start up and the screen is broken so can't really get to fixing it myself plus I have no money to replace it :\ I've been trying to write stories on my phone but it's taking quite a while to finish them. Thank you for sticking with me though! I'll definitely try to write them as fast as I can!