Close- fluff, fem!reader
Summary: Reader breaks her arm on a hunt and needs some somewhat intimate assistance. Who does she ask for help but Sam Winchester, with whom she shares a silent, mutual pining????
Take A Picture, It'll Last Longer- fluff
Summary: While hunting with the Winchesters, you had picked up a disposable camera to capture some memories. Each photo represented an important point in your collective journey- all the while, hinting at a budding connection behind the scenes.
Close Behind- angst, gn!reader
Summary: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to Sam- and that scares the hell out of him. Based on the song “Close Behind” by Noah Kahan.
Heaven Hellbent- angst, fem!reader
Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Sam discovers a secret you've been keeping for years. Part 1 of the series!
DEAN WINCHESTER X READER
Back on the Beach- fluff, angst, gn!reader
Summary: Reader and the Winchesters find themselves at the beach for a rare day off after a long string of difficult hunts. Something about the special day changes things forever.
Bless the Broken Road- angst, fem!reader
Summary: A glimpse into the broken road that led Dean Winchester to you. Based on "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts.
Times You Threatened to Kill Dean Winchester- fluff, angst, gn!reader
Summary: A brief account of all the times you wanted to kill a certain hunter.
The Space Between- fluff, a little bit of spice, gn!reader
Summary: Reader breaks their arm on a hunt and needs a little assistance. Dean version of Close (Sam x Reader)
In The Stillness- angst, fluff, fem!reader
Summary: A glimpse into the ways you've impacted Dean Winchester
CASTIEL X READER
Numb- angst, comfort, winchester sister!reader
Summary: Reader is Sam and Dean’s sister. After a series of unfortunate events, she finds herself separating from her brothers to deal with her own shit the only way she knows how. Castiel, however, has a few things to say about it.
Saving Grace | Part 2- gn!reader
Summary: Cas is hurt after a hunt, and when he's hurting, you're hurting. Sometimes even an angel needs a helping hand.
Saving Grace Epilogue- gn!reader
Summary: Ways the world has softened since uniting with your angel. Can serve as an epilogue or stand alone!
Lessons on Humanity- gn!reader
Summary: Human!Cas arrives on your doorstep in need of a helping hand. Taking him under your wing, you offer him more than he bargained for.
GABRIEL X READER
Long Day- gn!reader
Summary: After a stressful day, a familiar face pops in for a visit. With snacks.
i am so good honestly!!! besides all the laptop struggles i am settling into my new job that i am in LOVE WITH hehehe i work at a school in student support services and it is so incredibly fulfilling. i do really miss writing though and have put together a lot of phone note drabbles and poem-ish things that i’ll hopefully be incorporating into new writing soon 🫣
i hope you are doing well!!! how are classes??? i hope you are taking good care of yourself and enjoying being back to school (as much as you can hahaha!)
WAHHH I MISS YOU TOOOOO WE CANT WAIT EITHER <333 LOVE YOU SM ARJ !!! putting all my brainpower into magically fixing your laptop SUPER fast <33
-mari @prentissluvr
AAAAAAH I LOVE AND MISS YOU TOO MARI!!! so now that my laptop is officially toast 🍞 I have to start shopping for a new one. desperate to get one asap because I have so much built-up writing creativity to let out 😭😭😭 (I also CANT WAIT TO READ ALL YOUR RECENT FICS I MISS YOUR WRITING IN MY SOUL)
so I have been waiting WEEKS for my laptop to be fixed all for the guy to tell me it’s too damaged for them to fix! so uh stay tuned until I get my next couple paychecks and can buy a whole new laptop I guess
this is driving me crazy I just want to WRITE AAAAAH
another proof of life to say i can’t wait for my laptop to be fixed and i miss you all. i haven’t even been reading fics while i’ve been gone so i CANNOT WAIT to go on a crazy binge of all my favorite fic writers.
sitting in my office at work writing this and feeling heavy tumblr fomo. love you all <3
I LOVE YOU THIS BREAKS MY HEART. I’LL BE BACK AS SOON AS I CAN 😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓
apparently I should be getting my laptop back next week??? fingers are so crossed ‼️‼️‼️
i have been very busy with a new job and seeing lots of friends so I have been NEGLECTING tumblr i miss you very much and can’t wait to write and chat again ❤️❤️
hi everyone!! just another proof of life. missing you all SO much, still figuring out my whole laptop situation…..
in other news today was my birthday!!!! and honestly all I want for my birthday is to be able to write again AAAAAAAAH so I will be working hard this week to make that happen again. love you guys so much :’(
cw : gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, idk just like a lot of feelings, animal death, some descriptions of injury, blood, crying, mention of character death, 1.9K words. listen to abstract (psychopomp) by hozier.
summary : sam realizes that he loves you as you hold a dying cat in your arms and cry over its loss.
your gasp startles sam. all had been quiet after the hunt, the cruel, clawed monster killed and the rumble of the impala filling the space in the silent air. the street is slick with fresh rain and clouds block the moon and stars.
“pull over,” you insist suddenly. sam glances over at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you’re very serious.
“what is it?” he asks, tearing his eyes from you to focus on the road. he’s already easing up on the gas.
“pull over, sam,” you repeat with more strength, voice imploring. he obliges, expression concerned as he swiftly brings the car to a stop on the side of the road. the tires screech from the effort because sam thinks something is horribly wrong. he’s worried about you, and that feeling only increases when you rush out from the car, leaving the door open as you run down the empty street back the way you came. it’s lit solely by a single flickering street lamp and the impala’s headlights.
“wait, hey, what are you–” he can’t get in a whole sentence before you’re gone. he puts the car in park and follows after you. greeted by the sight of you kneeling on the side of the road, back facing him, his frown deepens and he breaks into a jog. his long legs get him to your side in moments. you sit right underneath the orange light of the street lamp, your form illuminated by the gold of october leaves.
there’s something in your arms. something small and shaking and reflecting the light of the lamp. the smell of rain and grass is heady and delicate all at once.
your eyes are shadowed until you look up at him. then they’re shining with the threat of tears. sam crouches next to you and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.
it’s a cat, its tabby brown fur marred with blood and these deep, horrible gashes. its blood stains the road and mixes with newly fallen rain. it shines in orange light above you. the cat's eye glistens, and it’s still alive, barely, moving in your arms. clearly, the monster you just killed got to it, before you even arrived, and the poor creature’s been bleeding out slowly on the side of the road.
sam imagines that its body isn’t as warm in your arms as it should be. you hold it so gently, your hands so delicate and full of intention. with a pang to his heart, sam realizes that you just want to hold it as it passes. its eyes must’ve held fear as you gingerly lifted it into your arms. but that fear is gone as you softly, so softly, brush your fingers over the fur of its tiny head.
“shhh,” you hush sweetly, quietly. sam wonders how everything could be this silent. sam knows it would be wrong if it weren’t, though. “it’s okay. i’ve got you now. you’re alright.” your voice is lulling and murmuring and trembling.
it slows in your arms. it stills. sam puts a hand over yours and he feels where its fur is soft and silky, untainted by blood. the cat doesn’t breathe in again.
sam looks at your face, and as a tear rolls down your cheek, past the shadow over your eyes, it catches the light. his heart aches. it aches and it aches and it aches.
for the sweet, small creature, innocent and swept aside by unnatural claws. discarded and truly nothing more than collateral damage. its tiny paws and darling brown ears and its good-natured animal heart which all deserved nothing but soft and unconditional love. cat hearts are small, sam recalls. about fifteen times smaller than a human heart. he doesn’t remember where he read that.
he doesn’t even realize that he’s begun to rub small circles over your back. while he has a soul full of compassion for the pretty tabby cat, his heart aches for you the most.
you look so distraught. you’re still crying. there’s a dead animal in your arms.
the way that you hurt makes him feel it too, makes him desperate to fix it for you. he wonders if the tip of your nose is starting to get cold like it always does when it’s windy outside.
and there’s just… your humanity. all he can see in this moment is how it shines. how you’re better than anything he’s ever known.
he thinks that sometimes it feels like the two of you choose what you’re doing. and then he realizes that it’s tearing at your hearts. he remembers that he’d choose anything but this if he could.
he knows you would too. you’d always choose a home and a purring brown tabby cat and house plants over this view; mangled bodies of the innocent, blood in the road, and weeds through the concrete. then again, it’s that humanity of yours that keeps you going. you can’t just leave it all, knowing you could save even one life with the knowledge that you have. you keep him going too.
sam wishes more than anything that this wasn’t it for you. sam knows better than anything now that he loves you. and this is the moment he realizes it. in orange light and a dark blue sky. in a haunting shadow and a soft brilliance.
you are the soft brilliance. in all of your pain and weariness and honest devastation over the loss of a small animal you never knew. that’s what makes him love you, so fully and truly and with no room for a drop of doubt.
he’ll remember this view. it’s fucked up and horrible. it’s the most genuine display of unconditional love and humanity that he’s ever seen. it makes him wonder if someday he’ll be you, and you’ll be the cat, curled up and cold in his lap. the blood drains from his face and he almost starts to cry with you.
but he loves you too much now to go back. it’s strange, he’s loved you a long time. a long time, and now he finally knows it. and he loves all of you. his love for you just rushes through his veins, it overwhelms his senses, it multiplies the aching of his heart.
he sits all the way down, pressed close against you as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and draws you to his chest. the cold wet of rain that’s stuck between the grooves and bumps of the asphalt soaks up into the thick fabric of his jeans. his warm hand smooths up and down your arm. the other stays splayed over yours and the poor cat, like he can somehow protect you both. that hurts him because one of you is already gone.
sam doesn’t just let you take the time to mourn. he mourns with you. he lets go of the part of him that fights to push it all away, to pretend it isn’t there, to just play through the pain. instead, he lets himself feel it. the loss and the sadness and all the wishing that this never happened. that so many things never happened. you always bring sam back to himself.
eventually, sam realizes you need a bit of help with moving on. as soft and quiet as he can, he peels off his jacket to wrap the cat in. you shouldn’t have to keep staring at its bloody wounds. the cat shouldn’t have to be so cold. he lays the jacket on the ground in front of you.
“here,” he murmurs. you inhale sharply, like you’re coming out of a daze. when you look up at him, your eyes still shine. ever so gently, you place the poor thing over the fabric of his jacket. sam wraps it up, safe and warm for you. he tucks it carefully into one arm, silently and sadly marveling at how small it is. then he holds out his other hand for you.
he exhales softly through his lips when your trembling hand meets his. you look so tired, so worn as he pulls you to your feet. but a bit of burden has been lifted since he took the cat from your lap. there’s streaks of blood on your clothes, smothered over your gentle, calloused hands.
your hand doesn’t slip from his as you walk back to the car. you open the trunk and pull out salt, gasoline, and matches. sam locks the car and you walk out into the grass until you can barely see the road. the lump of sam’s jacket, with the cat’s sweet head and closed eyes framed by the fabric and the rest of its body hidden away, is set gently on the ground. it’s silent as the two of you build up a tiny pyre of sticks and dried leaves.
sam softly covers the animal’s face when he sets it over the sticks. the cat receives a proper hunter’s funeral. sam lights the match and sprinkles the salt. he doesn’t want you to have be the one to set it alight.
you sit on the dewy grass and watch, rather than stand so you can be closer to the small thing. sam sits beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. he’s a bit cold without his jacket, but he doesn’t care. the heat from the fire reaches him, though it's mostly swallowed up by the wind.
he looks at you, quiet and subtle in his movements. your features are lit up by orange light for the second time tonight. the fire flickers in your eyes and the shadows cast a haunted look over your face.
sam is afraid of losing you. he’s terrified. and he’s still glad he met you. all of his love and terror is poured into you. he won’t tell you that he loves you today. he’s unlikely to tell you tomorrow. he wonders if he’ll tell you the next day, or the next month or year. he will tell you. and before that, he’ll show you.
every moment from now, he’s utterly dedicated to you. to your humanity, love, passion, kindness, and soft, immovable goodness. he’ll hold you close and kiss that goodness and make sure that no one can touch it. he’ll make sure you know that it is seen and loved and honored so that you don’t ever feel that you have to tuck it away for the sake of looking strong. really, your strength is undeniable.
maybe any other day, you’d take a long, deep breath, then stand and walk back to the car before the fire flickers out. but sam’s understanding and willingness to do all of this for you is so unwavering and true that you don’t do anything at all. instead, you let yourself be.
the night is so slow. the clouds in the sky shift and swirl and reveal the stars sometimes. the moon shines bright and clear in the a.m.s once the storm clouds clear. tonight’s fire is stubborn and long lasting. it still sparks and crackles as the sky ever so slowly lightens. deep and heavy blue turns to soft purples and baby blue. the straggling clouds are wispy and sweet cotton candy pink as the sun touches the horizon. sam notices the lingering tears in your eyes as you gaze up at the honeyed tenderness of the morning.
i don’t know how i’m just seeing this (okay maybe i have barely been on tumblr the last few weeks) but this was SO good mari. forever in awe of you and your writing. there aren’t many writers on this app that move me the way you do. seriously.
HII ARJ!! how are you?? i've been missing you sm! <3
HIIII DAISY!! i’m good how are you?!?! i’ve been missing you too UGH i hate being away from my moots :’)
hearing from you is reminding me i still need to catch up on your last couple fics!!! i know you’re going back to school and taking a hiatus (which is big sad you know i’ll miss your writing!!!) but i hope you have the best semester/year. this is my first year post-grad and i am so so jealous i miss SCHOOL especially fall semester!!! mentally i’m on my college campus in a library writing an essay and drinking a fall flavored coffee so i’ll be with you in spirit when you’re back!!!
Hi, there! You asked for some asks as you wait to get your laptop fixed, so here I am with my curiosity. 😂😅 When you are writing, what is your setup like? Morning/night? Beverages/snacks? Music/audio? Etc. 😊
I LOVE THIS QUESTION. 9 times out of 10 if i’m writing, it’s at night. i’ll be in bed with tea (peppermint always) and i’ll either listen to my whole random compilation of spotify liked songs on shuffle OR just whatever song i’m basing my fic on (sooo much of what i write is inspired by music).
fairly often, though, i just write whenever the inspiration strikes. there have been many times where i am actively doing something when i think of a fic idea, and i literally sit down and write it out from start to finish wherever i may be.
so it depends on the day, but i definitely do have a pretty common routine :)
i am really high and came across this tiktok account selling shirts so i decided to spent several minutes going through it to screenshot all of the spn names. tag yourself
finally got some motivation to write again and my laptop is broken 💔 i might attempt to throw together some notes app fics but i don’t think it’ll scratch the itch 😔😔😔 geek squad appt tomorrow pray4me 🙏
ugh it’s just that my laptop won’t turn on!!! i’ve been having issues with it dying really fast but this most recent time that it died, it won’t turn back on 😃😃😃😃 how lovely
i’m hoping they just need to give me a new battery and I’ll be good to go but who knows
