Fallen Angels Welcomed

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[crowleysqueenandlucislover]

Sacrificing A Saint (Part Five)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader, Sam x Reader

Summary:

Warnings:

Notes: I know there’s been a hug break between this and the previous parts, been a hectic time for me,  but i hope you still read this and click the links to read the previous parts!

UPDATE: I can’t believe i never finished this series! This part isn’t finished itself but it’s all i had left sitting in my drafts so, here you go!

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

Not a single sound echoed through the bunker the next morning. Your head was still rattling from the constant screams and tears from the night before. Looking around the room you instantly regretted trashing it; everything had either been torn to shreds or shattered, not even your bed was still in one piece. The light above you flickered due to a cracked bulb and your bathroom door hung by it’s hinges. ‘I don’t even remember doing that.’

Your body was weak from the activity and self induced stress; you struggled to your feet, using the door to your advantage. You prayed to God the boys would be out of the bunker doing anything and everything to avoid the unavoidable. You weren’t interested in sticking around anymore, that ship had sailed- no-had been burned down by Dean who then threw the ashes across the Atlantic. He made it clear you weren’t welcomed at the bunker anymore and you had no opposition to his decision. Soon enough you would be back at Bobby’s and all Winchester interaction would cease.

You cracked the door opened and listened. ‘...Thank God.’ You walk out of your room and head to the kitchen. No Winchesters or ‘celestial being’ meant no pants. True, you did promise yourself that you weren’t going to hide anymore, but that didn’t mean you were confident in the decision. For now you were content in your underwear and tank top.

You make yourself some breakfast and sit at the table with a plate full of food and a cup of coffee. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in a week and planned on getting up from the table with a clean plate. But just as you cut into your first pancake the front door creaks open. ‘Shit.’

The brother’s continue their debate on the ‘health benefits’ of eating pie daily, Sam of course dismissing every word coming out of Dean’s mouth, but both turn to stone when they see you sitting at the table. You continue cutting into your pancake and shove the large chunk in your mouth, hoping it’ll save you from having to speak. You chew in silence and wash it down with a swig of coffee. Both brother’s stay still. You sit looking straight ahead, waiting to see who would make the first move.

When a few minutes pass you decide to ‘fuck it’ and keep eating. You make it through two pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a biscuit with neither brother moving an inch. A certain irritation starts to grow in you from their frozen state. You could feel their eyes glued onto you and knew without a doubt there was a hint of fear in them.

A few more minutes and you felt that irritation boil into anger. You finish your plate of food, doing exactly what you said you would, and then sip on your coffee. The last drop of coffee was your last straw of patience. Clearly there was not going to be any interaction anytime soon so you simply stood up, put your dishes in the sink, and walked back to your room without giving the boys a flick of eye contact.

Red had restored the room back to it’s original state and had a hot shower waiting for you. She didn’t say much to you; she understood how you were feeling right now and left you to clean up. You thanked her then climbed into a three hour shower where you planned your departure.

Bobby was cross country on a hunting trip with another hunter and asked that you waited  until he got back; he knew you needed him and wanted to make sure he was there when you walked in. So for the next couple of weeks things dragged along in awkward silence in the bunker. You and the boys barely saw each other and when you did there were no spoken words between you three. Even when Castiel or another visited the bunker, no matter the atmosphere, things fell under a heavy silence when you entered the room, then staying long after you left.

You quit hunting with the boys, what would be the point, they couldn’t stand your presence anyways. Whenever they’d return from one you’d be walking out the door on one of your own. When you’d return they’d be fast asleep or at least hiding in their rooms.

Since day one you haven’t worn a single pear of pants or skirt that past your mid thigh. It wasn’t as difficult as you might have thought it would be, especially with the disgusting side looks Dean would give you. You strode around not with pride but with spite in your heart. They thought you were a monster so you would remind them of their own words, show them what they saw; the mistake Dean made for the both of them. You still cut plenty but kept the fresher ones bandaged to prevent infection and the growth of hatred Dean supposedly had for them. But as soon as they healed enough you ripped off those bandages and went back to strutting your lines.

*Sam’s P.O.V.*

“I think it’s time to talk to her. I can’t stand this anymore, constantly avoiding each other, it’s been 2 weeks and no ones said a word.” Dean kept his focus on his laptop and took another sip of beer. “Then go talk to her Sam, no one’s stopping you. Well, technically someone might be, i don’t know anymore.” “You're not coming.? You before anyone else should be saying something Dean-” “I think i said plenty Sam.!” Dean’s head snaps up. He sounded angry but you knew your brother; Dean was hurting just as much as you were, maybe even worse. Those things he said were without a doubt rattling around in his head all day and night. It was only noon and he was already on his tenth beer.

Dean crumbles back into his laptop and swishes around the last of his beer. “It’s not like she even wants to talk to me. I wouldn’t want to. All those things i said-” “You didn’t mean! And i’m sure Y/n knows that too and if you just try to talk to her i know she’ll give you a chance-” “No that’s just it she already did!” Dean pushes his laptop to the side and jumps up from the bed, making long stride towards you. “She gave me thousands of chances! Time after time mistake after mistake she gave me another chance! Every time! Whenever i’d be in a funk because a hunt went wrong, yelling at her to leave me alone, and you know what she would do? Go and make me the greasiest, most amazing, delicious bacon cheeseburger i’ve ever had and wait until i ate the entire thing. Days I would take my anger or frustration out on her, saying awful, mean and hurtful things to her, throwing fits like a god damn child...Y/n always cleaned up my messes. She stood beside me while i was dealing with the mark. When i became a demon; I remember what i did to her when i broke out, chasing her around the bunker, hearing her bones break down after every blow i laid on her. Still she never pulled the trigger on me. Never left. Never got angry. Never lashed back at me. Just., loved me. Then there were nights she’d come in m room at night and have to restrain me in my sleep, sometimes even catching a few hits, but then sing me back to sleep like nothing had happened. ” “I didn’t know that.” The shock in your voice made Dean realize he had slipped up. “I made her promise not to tell you.” But he smiles to himself. “And she has the most beautiful singing voice Sam. I can’t believe i’m gonna say this but man, better than moms.” You both let out a small laugh at the thought.

“I can think of countless times she’s stood by me, by us. And no matter how bad it got, how bad i was she kept giving me a chance to change, to get better to BE better. When she learned about our past when she saw the worst sides of us, that we didn’t even know existed, she didn’t even bat an eye. And you remember when we first met her; she didn’t trust a damn person but Bobby. And i never forget that because it makes me smile knowing that every hunt we go-went on- she was silently telling us she trusted us. To have her back, to be her support, her family. And i wrecked it all. She told us some of her biggest secrets, trusting us to be everything we’ve ever been to her everything she’s been for us; she was reaching out for help. And what did i do...”

Dean goes to sit on the side of his bed, head hung, entire body defeated. “I pushed her away; i lost her. There’s no way she wants to hear another word come out of my mouth Sam...and not a single part of me blames her.” You didn’t know what to say. You just went and sat beside your brother, both silently grieving the near future.

*Reader’s P.O.V.*

“Y/n?” Another knock on the door. “Y/n? Hey, are you in there?” You could hear Sam’s muffled voice at the door but you didn’t respond, you didn’t even move, you just listened to him hesitantly let himself in. He sees you sitting criss crossed on the bed, back to the door. “Oh, good, you are. Do you think we could talk for a minute?” You still don’t answer him but Sam continues towards you. “Look, i know things have been really tense the past couple of weeks, and if you’re serious about leaving it’s okay i understand. But y/n i don’t want you to leave. I know some things were said but if you would please just hear me out, i think it could make a world of difference.”

Sam takes a seat opposite you on the bed. “Y/n...?” Your eyes stared through Sam, lost in a daze. Your arms rested on your thighs, palms up, like you were in a meditative state. Sam waved his hand in front of your face and your eyes drifted to follow. Your arm slightly moved, lifting your sleeve up for only a second, but Sam noticed what you were hiding.

The ends of your sleeves were stained in a deep shade of red and a trail of blood slid down the side of your legs and pooled on your bed. “No no no Y/n.! Christ!” Sam forced your sleeves up as he looked with horror in his eyes. Not just one on each but three deep cuts-gashes-spilled blood on each of your forearms. Sam quickly ran into your bathroom, searching for the first aid kit he knew you hid in there. He grabbed your arm and poured at least half the bottle of rubbing alcohol on your arms. Usually you’d flinch in pain, but this time it only added to your high.

A few moments later and Sam was putting the final touches on your bandages. “Sam? Sam are you here? I think i caught a lead in that case-” Dean froze in the door frame, taking a minute to understand what his eyes were witnessing. Sam stared wide eyed back at his brother but you failed to even acknowledge him. “Sammy-” Sam jumped up from your side and shushed his brother’s whisper. “Dean stop. Before you say anything-anything else- you regret, please just listen.” Dean’s gaze only faltered from you to Sam who now stood beside him. “Is...did she...?” “Yes. They were pretty bad too. I patched them up and i know what i said but Dean now isn’t the best time to try and talk to her. They put her in a bit of a haze; she’s, unresponsive, right now.” “But i have to, i have to talk to her she needs me right now-!” Dean takes a step towards you but Sam blocks his path. “NO! Dean now could be the worse time! Please, lets just leave her alone.” “No Sam we can’t just leave her like this THIS ISN’T HER-!” “Oh isn’t it.?”

The brother’s both look at you unsure of what to expect. You hadn’t moved an inch but they heard your voice loud and clear. “According to you Dean, this is me. This is all i am to you, remember.? A monster, was it.?” Sam tried to hold back Dean when he saw Red standing remote in the corner but her eyes wild and alive, watching Dean’s every move, but Dean shoved him off. “Y/n...” He carefully approached you, maintaining a safe distance from you. “Are you afraid of me Dean.” “N-no. No. i’m not y/n.” “Then why are you shaking.” Dean struggled to control the tremor in his hands. “Listen to Sam Dean. Leave me alone.” Dean took a deep breath then a bold step towards you. “I’m sorry, but i can’t do that.” “Yes you can. But alright, i’ll help you.” Dean’s body flies across the room toward Sam. He helps Dean to his feet and starts to tug him out of the room but Dean resists. “No! Y/n i’m not leaving you! Please just hear me out-!” “No.!” You stood up from the bed and made your way towards Dean. His body pressed against the wall and with every step you took the harder the grip on him grew. “You, Dean Winchester, have said more than anyone has ever said to me.” Your face was hard but a bitter pain protruded from your eyes and quivering lips. “Y/n-” “Sam.! Stay out of this.” He took a step back and kept his eyes on Red who had crept closer but stayed silent.

You turn back to Dean. “Y/n...please i’m sorry.” “Oh. You’re sorry.? You think that’s enough Dean just a simple i’m sorry!?” Dean struggled. “No! y/n please! Just, tell Red to let me go.!” But you only smiled. “Let you go? Why would i tell her to do that? She’s not the one holding you there Dean. I am.” “What-?!” “Y/n-” “Sssshhh both of you. There’s no time for those questions.” You walk away and sit back on your bed. “Y/n. Please, i didn’t mean anything i said i swear! I was confused i was being selfish! I love you you’re family i can’t just lose you!” “Oh you won’t Dean. You’re gonna watch me choose to leave you. You’re gonna have to live with the fact that i’m so close but you can never have me ever again. And it’s all your fault.” Your hold on Dean weighed on his neck, nearly gluing him to the wall. His face turned blue and his veins pushed back against your hold. You didn’t release him until his eyes started to close. Sam quickly ran to catch his brothers limp body. “Now get out.” The doors slams and you start packing.

Months had passed by like days at Bobby’s. Life was simple and quiet there. When you first arrived he was devastated to see you as you were but held you and kissed you just as he always had. “Oh string bean...my precious girl...My baby girl...” He kept repeating that for the twenty minutes he held you at the door. You felt just as flushed of emotions. Everything that happened at the bunker faded from thought and was how you wanted it to be; just you and your uncle Bobby.

He took good care of you and was over joyed to have you back; it was like you never left. You still did your own things but never missed a night of laughing and drinking together. Occasionally he’d update you on the boys but you’d quickly change the subject not wanting to spoil the rest of your days. A few times you’d come home to the impala being parked out front. You would simply pull around back and hang out in the junk yard until you heard it pull away. A few times you’d be in your room and hear a knock at the door you knew wasn’t Bobby’s. Red would give a warning bang against the door sending Sam or Dean back down stairs.

“But she’s doing alright? Eating? Staying active? Does she seem happy?” Dean obsessed over your well being ever since they found your room empty at the bunker. Bobby just took another sip of his beer. “I guess. Yes. Plenty. And yes and no to the last one.” “Whoa whoa that sounds a lot like a no Bobby.” Sam joined the two at the table, now intrigued by Bobby’s double answer. “She-well...She seems happy.” “Meaning??” Bobby hesitated. He looked around and motioned for them to go to his office space. Once they were all there he opened up again. “Sorry,” He leaned in close to the brothers, “only room in the house completed warded from everything.” They both nodded. “As i was saying, Yes and No. Y/n seems happy enough. We laugh like we used to, drink together, i spend just as much time with the girl. I love her just as much.” “But.?” Bobby frowns. “It’s her eyes. They’re darker than i remember and always seem to be out of focus, like she’s looking at something in the distance. I get chills sometimes when she looks at me because i can feel her gaze glaring right through me...Times i’ll see her walking around in a daze or sitting around talking to no one, mumbling under her breath, and always humming those songs. And this last thing.” Bobby stopped to take a huge gulp of beer to get the last part out. “Her hunting. She’s on overdrive. She’s constantly out and always comes back dripping in blood or whatever the monster bleeds. Don’t get me wrong, the girls on a role, but lets just say she’s murdered everything East of California...And i’m not just talking about monsters. I-I think there’s a connection, between a string of missing persons i put together, and her time out and about. I can’t prove it but i just know...This ain’t her boys. And it’s gotten better, but, the cutting...I feel like there’s always a new bandage whenever i see that girl of mine.”

“Don’t worry Bobby, we’ll help however we can.” He put his drink down and turned towards your room. “I’m gonna go talk to her.” “Dean I wouldn’t do that.” “Bobby’s right you’re the last one who needs to go up there.” Dean turned back to the other two men. “Well i have to do something Sam! I have to try!-” “And you’ll die! Dean she almost killed you last time you saw her Do Not try and be her friend now.!” “I’m not trying to! I may not be her friend anymore, hell, deep down in her heart i could be dead to her. But i will always be her family. I’m not scared of her.”

You turn the corner and draw your gun in one fluid motion, pointing it directly at Dean. You stood steady and looked through Dean like he was a window. “No, you are scared of me, like you should be.” Sam took two cautionary steps back while Bobby stood frozen in fear; he knew you’d never hurt him, but he was terrified for Dean.

You send a round through Dean’s leg before pinning his body against the wall. You push the barrel of your gun hard against Dean’s skull. “Y/n stop.” You hear Sam cock his gun from behind you but it’s not pointed at you, “Please, i can’t let you do this,” it’s shaking against Bobby’s side. Without hesitation you shoot Sam in his shoulder. Dean takes his opportunity; he reaches for your gun but catches the elbow you throw him instead. You lay down a few more blows on him, break his already useless leg for shits and giggles, then step away. You aim your gun back at his head.

Your body shook in anger and the frustration of not knowing why made it worse. “You just...you...go away! Both of you leave, leave me alone!”  

[crowleysqueenandlucislover]

Boo

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary: You ‘out devil’ the devil; You’ve been suffering memories of your time in the cage and having to fight your way out; you snap. One day you even terrify Lucifer with what you’ve become.

Warning: Violence, bit of swearing 

Notes: I didn’t plan this out as much as i usually do so some parts might seem a bit vague or underdeveloped, that’s because they are, lol, sorry. I tried to organize it the best i could. I used a lot of quotes but i can’t credit because        1) can’t remember who all said what and 2) that’s a lot of people.)

UPDATE: Yet another story i never finished but oh well, here it is!

“We have to try. It might be a long shot but she’s worth it isn’t she?” Dean and and Cas both agreed but silently hoped that one of them could come up with a better idea than the one Sam had proposed.

The two came up short by the time Sam had finished collecting the ingredients he needed. He dragged his hands down his face, “Look guys, i’m not crazy about this plan either, i wish there was another way but-” “but there’s not.” Sam reluctantly nodded, “Right.” He took a deep breath and started chanting. 

The bunker walls shook and lights began to flicker. In unison, all of the candles blew out and light bulbs busted. The only thing the men could see in the pitch black was a pair of glowing red eyes. “Lucifer-” “Ssh ssh ssh,” The words choked in Dean’s throat, effectively shutting him up, “not another word. I want to live in this moment as long as i can.” Lucifer breathed in all the warm air and left the bunker air chilled and stale. “Yes, this is very nice. The famous Winchesters coming to me for help. To what do i owe this pleasure?” 

“It’s y/n.”

Lucifer’s smile disappeared and his express became serious. “What happened.” The brothers looked at each other, neither knowing how to answer. The longer the silence drew out the angrier Lucifer became. “TELL ME NOW!” Both men jumped at the boom in his voice. “When the two of you came back, y/n, she wasn’t the same. Of course we just credited it to being in the cage and with you for so long-” “HEY!” “Shut up you know who you are. Anyways, after a few months and no improvement, we started to worry. She became distant, started hunting on her own, and…” Sam drifted off. The thought of the past few weeks made him shutter. “And?” “It’s better if you just come and see for yourself.” As the men walked towards your room, Lucifer remembered your shared time in the cage. 

*FLASHBACK*

When the boys had finally found a way to throw Lucifer back into the cage, the plan went perfectly except for one thing. Although Sam seized control over his body for the moment, Lucifer kept him from falling into the pit, and was slowly overpowering Sam. Time was running out and you had a decision to make. You shouted your goodbyes while running full speed towards Sam before knocking him, and yourself, into the pit. 

The first few years in the cage were absolute hell worse than hell. You and Sam kept as far from Lucifer as possible, ignoring his snarky comments and constant antics. Your focus was to try and survive long enough until Dean found a way to save you both. But once you saw a light appear from the nothingness above and only Sam disappear into it, you lost all hope. What made it worse is the full affect of the cage started to weigh on you. You lost consciousness and when you came to you were completely thrown off yet pleasantly surprised. 

You were in a king sized bed, surrounded by soft pillows, and candles burning a soothing cinnamon scent into the air. The room was only lit by candles and decorated in soft shades of grey and white. There were beautiful tapestries hanging on all walls, pillows and blankets everywhere, even covering the bedroom floor. It was cozy and romantic. 

There were two doors, one slightly cracked and emitting a flickering light. You scooted off the bed, curious, and pushed open the door. You entered into a bathroom, also being lit by candles, but had exotic shows of flowers lining the room. A bubble bath had been drawn and next to it a pre-poured glass of wine and card with your name on it. You opened it and saw only one word: ‘Enjoy.’ 

Almost too eagerly you stripped down and sunk low into the bath. You couldn’t remember the last time you took a bath or even the last time you thought about taking one. You soaked long after your fingers turned to raisins and wine glass emptied.

For a moment you thought maybe you were out of the cage, in your saviors home, being given the greatest hospitality ever given. When you heard on knock on the door you were excited to meet your gracious host, “Come in.” but instantly regretted it. 

Lucifer walked in with careful eyes but no less prying. His eyes wondered over your exposed body, thankful most of the bubbles have dwindled away. You could see his cheeks burning red and mouth almost salivating but you didn’t care, you were used to him pining over you. When Sam was still in the cage with you, Lucifer would always get under Sam’s skin but flirting and making obscene comments. When he left Lucifer’s advances changed, they seemed to become sweeter, more sincere. He stopped terrorizing you and took interest instead. You’ve gotten to know each other over the years, maybe even becoming friends. Although you kept your guard up, still ready for the worst, you generally could relax around Lucifer. 

You continued splashing around in the water, unfazed by Lucifer’s starring. You frowned, “We’re still in the cage somehow aren’t we,” you said as more of a statement than question. Lucifer nodded and sat on the edge of the tub. “Yes, but i’ve spent enough time here to learn that the hallucinations could be manipulated; i’ve created this hallucination to make being here more comfortable. Do you like it?” “It’s perfect, thank you.” 

You were free to do whatever in the house, there was a room for everything. The only rule was to never leave the house because outside was hell in it’s pure essence. It was far too dangerous for you and even Lucifer. There were no windows or even doors so you weren’t ever tempted to try. But it was no problem for you, you were perfectly happy in the house and with Lucifer.

You spent the rest of your time in the house and enjoyed most of it. Occasionally you and Lucifer would fight, sometimes physically in the beginning, but the more you got to know one another, the less difficult you found the other. After about 6 months the worst was behind you two. There was only one bed in the house, Lucifer has never had to share it, and at first he took the floor. The two of you got to know each other best then. But one night you surprised him, offered to share the bed, and one more you buried yourself into his chest. He was stiff at first but once he knew it was truly okay with you he held you close throughout the night. It took a while for you to admit your feelings and it devastated you that he didn’t reciprocate them. A few days passed in silence before Lucifer couldn’t stand it any longer. 

You were already in bed, silently crying yourself to sleep, when Lucifer came in. You expected him to do what he did the past couple of nights and just lay back on the floor but he didn’t. He stood in the doorway for a moment, starring and watching you, noticing every inch of you. Then he slammed the door hard enough to blow out every candle, leaving the room pitch black. You shot up in the bed, becoming reacquainted with the fear you once felt for him. Your chest was heaving as the two of you had a stare down. You couldn’t read his expression and it was terrifying. 

Slowly he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it in the corner. You didn’t say anything, now understanding the direction that this was going in, you just watched and waited anxiously for whatever was next. Again, his eyes burned into yours, as he slid his pants off and kicked them next to his shirt. Your legs involuntarily squirmed under the sheets and you felt yourself heating up. Lucifer went back to starring at you but now his chest was heaving, you could hear the huffs of air being forced out, and his eyes were much much darker. You tried to speak up but it was only a whisper, “L-Lucifer-” In a few long strides Lucifer mounted the bed and hovered over you like a lion, hungry and greedy for his prey. By instinct you pressed yourself into the bed, making yourself smaller and creating as much distance as possible. Lucifer clenched his jaw at you. He ripped the sheets from over you letting the cold air hit you in one giant wave. You shook but were too afraid to reach down for the covers. Your wide eyes searched his glowing ones for an answer. His face was serious and hard but the rest of him was relaxed and aching. “Luci-” he growled, a warning, not to speak anymore. You bit your lip as he slowly slid one hand up your body and cupped your face. You felt an explosion go off that left you trembling. “I’m only going to say this once,” you waited, “I’m sorry. Y/n I love you. I was afraid but I’m not anymore, please forgive me.”

You bit your lip and tried to fight back your tears of joy. For once in this literal hell hole you felt true happiness. Despite your mind running in a thousand different directions and wanting to let your heart pour out, you remained mute, leaving Lucifer in the dark. His frustration grew the longer you only starred at him. He slid one hand up and down your thigh a couple of times before letting it slip down next to your core. You moaned with his movements and hummed when he pushed your legs open. He let his weight drop down on top of you letting you feel how hard he already was. You shivered in a different way and Lucifer loved it. His hands were frantic over your body, he curled him lips in desperate not to explode. “Y/n please.” You were already on your way to cloud nine by this point, both of you breathing heavily and grinding as hard as you could into the other. You finally moved; your hands dug into his hair and pulled him into a passionate kiss. The two of you made love like animals all night and every night since. But just like every dream, you had to wake up, and it all came crashing down. There was a banging on the wall one day, both you and Lucifer ignored it at first, thinking it was the other. But once you both saw that that wasn’t the case you readied yourselves for the worst. “We’ve been in here too long; pure hell is trying to tear down the walls.” “Can’t you stop it or hold it off?! Fix the walls?!” “It’s not the same anymore y/n! It only allowed me to create this place I have no power over it. I can’t fight it off anymore. I’m so sorry.” Lucifer held you tight against his chest, constantly whispering how sorry he was. You were more terrified of seeing Lucifer afraid than of whatever was going to come crashing through the walls. The walls cracked and crumbled around you, horrid screams and cries engulfed you, and a flurry of thunder and lightning came crashing down. All of a sudden it was like you were in a tornado with glowing monstrous eyes waiting to see the fear in yours before attacking. You couldn’t remember how it happened, only that something had hooked into your leg and was dragging you away into the darkness, away from Lucifer, away from the home you’d grown to love, away from the only things keeping you sane. You were dragged into the darkness and so darkness you became.

[crowleysqueenandlucislover]

Letters To Heaven

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Castiel meets the youngest member of the Winchester family; your son is the key to some much needed closure and the start of something beautiful.

Warnings: None

Notes: Never done a Sam x Reader before hope it’s good. Thought this could be something kind of cute. Hope this flows together; i just bundled a bunch of ideas and hoped for the best. As always sorry about so many photos and the length. Hope y’all like it!

UPDATE: I’m essentially shit posting all of my saved drafts so enjoy haha it’s unfinished obviously but if you want to read more let me know and maybe I’ll finish it?

“Hello Dean.”

Dean jumps at the sudden intrusion of space, still struggling to come to terms with Castiel’s lack of self awareness. “Damnit Cas we’ve been over this.” Sam laughs, “Hey Castiel.” “Sam.” Sam sat at one of the tables in the library doing finger paintings with his son. The little boy looked up and saw his favorite angel. “Kaz!!” Cas couldn’t hide his subtle smirk of amusement, even with his usually idle face, “Hello Michael.” The boy was a spitting image of Sam with long brown hair tickling his shoulders, and giant puppy dog eyes that, unlike Sam’s brown ones, were y/e/c,j like his mothers. He struggled climbing down from his chair before fumbling towards Castiel. Obviously unaware that paint sticks to more than just paper, Michael let himself fall into Castiel, his arms caging themselves around Cas’ legs, and in turn smothering his trench coat with paint. He gave Cas a cheesy grin, giggling, glorifying his angel. Sam took long strides and unhooked his son, an apologetic smile playing on his face. “Sorry about that, i’ll um, clean it for you.” Cas shimmied off his coat, “There will be no need for that Sam.” Before his coat could finish draping over the chair it had already been made brand new. “Right,” Sam carried Michael back to the table and placed him in his seat, “finish up then you can help me make lunch okay?” The boy dipped his hands back into the puddles of paint, “Okay daddy.”

Sam moved over to the kitchen were Dean and Cas sat making small talk over a couple of beers. He pulled out a chair and accepted a bottle from his brother. “What are you two talking about?” “Dude trust me, you don’t wanna know. Michael make another air plane?” “Of course, two this time.” Both men shared a secret smirk but Castiel could see the strain in their faces. “Why airplanes; what is the importance?” The amusement left Sam’s face, his eyes becoming engorged with memories, leaving Dean to answer the angel. “He loves them, obsessed even. Says he’s going to fly his own one day. He wants to go on a plane ride for his birthday.” “Where to?” Dean didn’t seem to have an answer this time, he averted his eyes, concentrated on sipping his beer.

“Daddy. Daddy i’m done!” Sam stood to his feet and disappeared into the next room, leaving the men, and a question hanging in the air. After a long pause, “He wants to go see his mom,” Dean said without looking at Cas. “I don’t understand. Where is the problem-” “his mother is dead, Cas, she’s gone,” Dean dropped his head into his hands, “that’s where he wants to go; he wants to fly to heaven to see his mother.” “...I see.”

The men sat in silence, neither knowing what to say, hoping the awkward tension would die soon.

A few minutes passed before Cas broke the ice. “What’s her name?” Dean let out a labored laugh, “Don’t you mean what was her name Cas,” he took his last swig of beer before standing to get another. “People die Dean, but their names can live forever.” Dean froze in thought for a moment before playing a smile on his face, “Well you’re right about that. She...” he took his old seat across from Cas. Dean was quiet for a few minutes, playing around with his thoughts, occasionally smiling at himself.

“She was a wonderful women. We swore she was an angel, an actual angel, but that was before we met one and realized she was leaps and bounds more wonderful. She was a great hunter too. We ran into her while passing through to Maine for a case. She owned a pretty well know bar in New York City. It didn’t matter the time of day it was always packed with people. It was a different kind of bar too. Filled with people, new yorkers, but everyone was so nice and polite. There was a dress code but no one seemed to mind. It wasn’t in place to make the place or people seem prestigious or to make other people feel bad about themselves. It made people show a bit of respect for themselves and in turn act accordingly. Everyone knew the rules and seemed to be okay with it all. What were they...oh yeah:

There were no shorts or short sleeved shirts allowed.

Nothing with logos.

Closed toed shoes only.

No heels higher than four inches.

No excessive cleavage.

Modest makeup only.

No vulgar or offensive language.

Absolutely no fighting of any sorts.

Clean up your own messes, ask for assistance if needed.

And the rooms upstairs were strictly for people who were in no condition to drive home or needed a place to stay for the night, not drunks wanting to have a quick shag. In the morning they’d have to clean the room and remake the bed with clean sheets. No one had to pay to stay there, just follow the rules, and she was the sweetest women to exist. Break just one rule, barely, and...well lets just say i’d rather face Lucifer than that women.

While passing through we heard from other hunters that that was the place to stay, that she was a hunter, and always made room for others like us. I had originally tried to hit things off with her but she wasn’t having it; she couldn’t keep her eyes off of Sam. The moment we arrived till-well, till the night she left us, she couldn’t keep her eyes off Sam.”

*FLASHBACK*

Sam and Dean stumbled in the door trying to escape the pouring rain as fast as they could. They tried shaking off the water until Sam noticed the pile of folded towels by the door. A sign above it read “take what you need” and the bin of dirty towels next to it had a matching sign that said “dispose of what you don’t”. They each grabbed a towel and sat at an empty booth. Both men took in their surroundings.

From the outside the building looked to be just an abandoned warehouse, randomly stationed among magnificent sky scrapers, but the inside was an utter contradiction. The poor skeleton had been redressed in crown molding and chandeliers, crimson drapes danced down, and the room was lit like a romantic sunset that never ended. The furnishings were cushioned with red velvet and the floor was shining wood. Every person inside seemed well groomed and well mannered, a complete contradiction from those right outside.

Dean was entranced by the meticulously stacked bottles of liquor behind the bar, wondering if this is what heaven looked like. Sam tried to fully appreciate the restored architecture but couldn’t shake the feeling of someone watching him. He looked around until he found the prying eyes.

A women stood behind the bar, visibly watching the younger Winchester, confident in her actions. Sam felt uncomfortable by her intrusive staring but he couldn’t help but admire her for it. Her eyes danced freely with her inner desires and he found himself lost in them. “Well what do you think Sammy, think you could get used to a place like this?” “Yes, i think i can.”

After a long shower Sam sat on the edge of his bed, distracted by thoughts of the women who watched him all night. He never spoke to her once, Dean was always the one to get the drinks, but he watched her just as she watched him. Sam felt himself get worked up with jealously occasionally, watching men and even his own brother shamelessly flirt with her throughout the night, but was always relieved to how quickly she sent them away.

He wasn’t convinced but still told himself he’d get a full nights sleep. He turned the television on for some background noise before laying down. Once his eyes were closed he tried to get lost in thought but shot up in bed once he heard something else. To his left was the women from earlier, casually climbing in through his window. Once fully inside she closed the window and plopped herself on the end of the bed. The two sat staring, studying each other. “Did you... just, break in through my window?” “Of course i did. If i broke out of it i’d be going the wrong way wouldn’t i.” 'She’s mad.’ “Okay fair enough,” The women moved from the edge of the bed to sit right beside him. “What are you doing-” “You’re Sam Winchester right?” “Y-yeah-” “Good. You’re my favorite.” He laughed, “Your what?” “My favorite; favorite Winchester. We all know about you and your brother, running around saving the world, occasionally breaking it. More often than not we’re swapping stories about you. Sometimes we even like to make some up, get a few laughs out, you know? You’re hunting legends here. You’re legends everywhere.” Sam couldn’t hide the blush in his cheeks and appreciated how dimly lit the tv was. “Uh, thanks i guess.” “I also hear,” the women scooted closer to Sam, their legs touching and Sam’s heartbeat picking up, “that every women you’ve ever slept with has died shortly after.” Sam was absolutely flustered at this point, “Oh(!)-uh-well...I guess-i mean...Wow, that’s one way to kill the mood-” “Are you in the mood Sam?”

Sam couldn’t remember the last time he had been rendered speechless like this. This women was confident she was witty, sensual, smart, and Sam couldn’t find one thing unattractive about her; one thing undesirable. “I-i...” The women did what she did best, she surprised him. In one fluid motion she positioned herself on top of his lap, her fingers entangled themselves in Sam’s hair, holding him close to her. Sam’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes bulged, and mouth hung hopelessly. “Sam,” for the first time the women’s eyes were gentle and non-intrusive, she smiled kindly at Sam, “if it’s alright with you, i would love to take my chance and be the first.” His hands trembled, fingertips tingling with anticipation. Usually Sam wasn’t one for a one night stand but this women didn’t seem like she was either, even with her very upfront request, she seemed different. Sam didn’t realize his hands had slowly been falling until they rested on her hips. It sent electricity through his body at an unbearable rate. “Oh God yes...” He gripped her tight and slammed her back onto the bed, his body following, caging her beneath him. One of his hands shot to her jawline, holding her face in place as his mouth aggressively fought hers, their teeth occasionally clashing, tongues dancing together, and lips engaged in one long passionate kiss. The two consumed each other that night and all the nights to come. Soon she had sold her bar, moved in with the boys, hunted with them, became their family, married Sam, and had a son. For a time they lived a fairy tale or the closest thing that hunters could have.

*PRESENT*

“What happened?”

Dean’s smile faded, “The same thing that always happens Cas; she was killed.” “Which monster?” “The worst kind. Humans.” Cas grew ten times more interested, “I see. What happened?” “We don’t know exactly; Sam and I weren’t there. By the time we got the call and made it to the hospital she was already gone. All we know is she died from a gunshot wound. We tried investigating, for months we searched, but we never did find the sons of bitches. Never even got to say goodbye-” Dean’s grip tightened around his bottle and Cas could tell he was struggling to control himself. He gave him a few minutes to regain his composure before asking another question.

“What’s her name?”

“Y/n.”

“Oh. I know y/n Dean; i’m the one that took her soul to Heaven. Collecting souls is a reaper’s job but orders had me go instead. Heaven had a special request for her; i was sent to offer her a deal, that if accepted, would require her to leave with me right then. You would be proud of her, she has done great things in Heaven. I should have known it was you three she speaks so often of.”

.

..

...

“SAM!!!”

Sam sprinted into the room, Michael wrapped tight in one arm his gun ready in the other, “What! What is it what’s wrong?!” Dean and Cas stayed in their silent conversation; their eyes glued to each others, debating who should speak first. Feeling it now safe, Sam put Michael down and holstered his gun, “Guys! What’s going on?” Eventually Cas caved in first, “Your wife Sam, y/n,” Sam shifted, a bit uneasy with the sudden topic, “What about her?” “I know her. I know what happened.” “...W-What-” “He took her Sam,” Dean’s tone had turned bitter, “He took y/n from us(!)...didn’t even let us say goodbye to her, just stole her away.”

Sam’s footing wavered like he had just suffered a blow to the chest. His hand fluttered wildly behind him, struggling to find the tables behind him, but did little in terms of support. His arm shook despite his efforts and continued after he had found a chair to fall into. He felt like you had been resurrected and now stood before him, once again alive and well, but the life of him had been swept away in the process. His eyes ran wild, chasing after Dean’s words, trying to make sense of them. His chest was heaving and trying to cope with this new information.

Castiel felt weak under Dean’s heavy glare and Sam’s whimpering eyes, “I was just following orders; I thought i was doing the right thing. I-” He didn’t know what else to say; he couldn’t think of anything that could make the situation better. “I...I’m truly sorry.” Sam swallowed hard, struggling to steady his voice, “W-what happened Cas...Please, tell me.” His hopeful eyes shamed Cas, he couldn’t do more than nod his head. Sam let out the breath he had been holding in. He took a seat near Sam, Dean mirroring his movements.

[crowleysqueenandlucislover]

Break Down

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Summary: The boys go out to the country to help you with your broke down car but a bad situation blossoms into something beautiful.

Warnings: None

Notes: I wrote this as a very ‘in-the-moment’ thing. It probably won’t make that much sense at points, maybe even drag, but i thought ‘what the hell let’s just write’. You’ll figure it out but the reader is bisexual (with a preference towards women) but has always has a special something for a certain angel so i hope it’s okay with everyone and y’all still like it!

JEEZ! I did not realize how many drafts i had sitting on this page! I’m just posting some of them Bc to hell with it, but if you want to hear the rest of the originally planned story let me know.

Sam finished scribbling his previous note. “And what about the missing books of the Bible. Supposedly there’s 10. Is that true?” “Yes,” Castiel shifted uncomfortably and spoke in a hushed tone. “It’s something that is not discussed among the angels. Like humans who questionably keep an elephant in their room yet refuse to verify it’s existence.” Sam swallowed his reflex to correct the angel and continued to listen. “There was a man in the Bible, Heman, who was famously wise. He contributed 233 words to the Bible but his initial submission was drawn-out. Much of his wisdom was due to earthly influences and as such could not be allowed. The small bit he did contribute was all that could be salvaged.” “So he wrote 10 books worth of high thoughts?” “In a sense, yes.” “And none of it was biblical?” “…Let’s just say, somehow, a man named Adolf Hitler got his hands on these books and-” “NOPE! No i am-i am good; i do not need to hear the rest of that sentence. Thank you.”

Sam stood and excused himself to the kitchen where Dean sat sipping a beer. “Hey.” “Hey.” “How did your nerd Q & A go?” “I learned much, MUCH, more than i wanted to.” “Like-?” “You don’t wanna know.” Sam grabbed his own beer and sat opposite his brother. The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Dean’s phone rang.

“Ghostbusters,” Dean smirked proudly before seeing his brother’s disapproving stare. He cleared his throat, “who is this?” Dean’s humor faded from his face and Sam knew exactly who it was, “Hey y/n-”

“Shut it Sam!

No you can’t talk to him what do you want….

I’m not rude just impatient…”

Dean gave a shameful side look down at the beer in his hand,

“No??

Shut up what do you want. You’re still coming to visit right?

You can’t be serious…

y/n you’re telling me you can’t fix your own car?

No i’m not saying that but did you really learn nothing from me?”

Dean let slip a small laugh,

“Yeah you did get better at picking up chick than me…

What? No, no i wouldn’t say it was embarrassing-”

Sam cleared his throat from across the table. Dean rolled his eyes,

“Anyways,

So you need us to come pick you up or something? Drop your car at a shop?

True i could but why should i? You’re not exactly nice to me…

Fine i’ll fix it, but ONLY because you have food and Sam hasn’t gone shopping yet. Plus we haven’t seen Casey in a while. How is she…”

Dean puffed out his chest proudly,

“That’s my little niece…

She’s my niece you know you’re family…

You’re damn right. Alright send me your location and Sam and I will head your way-

what? Cas too?

You know he knows nothing about cars right?

Fine have it your way, we’ll bring feathers…

Alright, see ya soon kiddo.”

Dean hung up the phone and threw out his bottle. “Y/n broke down a few hours away from here with Casey and needs help fixing her car. You good to leave in 10?” Sam stood up and threw out the rest of his beer, “Yeah let me change and get the car loaded up.” “Alright, i’ll get the angel. Cas-!” “Yes Dean.” Cas’ voice crashed into Dean’s ear. “Son of a-! Get ready to leave we’re going to help y/n-” “Is she okay? Is she hurt?!” Dean was taken back by Castiel’s exaggerated concern for you, you had only met a couple of times. “No she’s fine. Her car broke down we’re gonna go help her out.” Castiel’s demeanor softened and he nodded before disappearing.

“Y/n!” You threw yourself into the young Winchester and held him as tightly as you could without hurting the toddler in your arms. Sam gladly hugged you back, savoring the moment. 

The two of you met in college shortly after he started dating your roommate Jessica. You too hid your past from her but hunting became the thing that sealed your friendship with Sam. Long after Jessica’s death, and Sam disappearing with his brother, the two of you kept in touch. After you finished college you opened up a bar in town and every now and then Sam would come through the doors. You’d catch up, have a few drinks, and sometimes even go on a hunt together. Years later you sold your bar and accepted Sam’s offer to move into the bunker. It was the best two years of your life until you took working under cover a bit too literally.

*BACK STORY*

The job was to solve the mysterious murders happening at a large law firm located in downtown Boston. One of the partner’s, Tom, had a foot in the supernatural world and suspected a vengeful spirit was responsible. Not being able to solve it on his own, Tom called Bobby for advise who then called you and the boys. He was able to get you all jobs at the office: Sam was brought in as the new intern, spending most of his time working with the paralegals and associates, taking notes of all the gossip and whispers he came by. Dean was placed in security, learning what he could about the companies history, reviewing security footage, and exploring all of the buildings restricted areas. You were left to fill in the most recent victim’s position of Tom’s assistant. Initially you were interested in one of the paralegals; she was more your taste (reason being she was a ‘she’), but you found more in common with Tom than anyone else. You enjoyed working together and despite your pull towards other women you were falling for this guy. The case lasted a couple of months; it being more difficult than suspected, but it gave you more time to spend with Tom. After a couple of days Tom took you out on a date and after a couple of weeks he took you to bed. You both knew the relationship wouldn’t last but you couldn’t deny the connection either. You enjoyed the time you had together, Tom even going so far as to introduce you to his parents, and if only for a short while you were a normal couple.

The case ended how most ended, with blood and casualties. Tom was rushed to the hospital, barely alive, but was in high spirits having just learned he was going to be a father. You stayed by his side till the end when he died a few weeks later. It’d be a lie before God if you said you weren’t left a little heartbroken, you shared something special with Tom, not to mention you were carrying his child.

A few days later you were asked to meet with Tom’s lawyer regarding his will. He left a hefty inheritance for you and the child along with his beach home that he took you to visit once. He also gave you his grandfather’s 1970 Chevelle in hopes you’d care for it like he did, and one day give it to your child. (Dean of course loved that Baby was getting a sibling and promised to help with the up keep.) It was all yours should you agree to raise your child in the beach home and keep the promise you made him. The lawyer didn’t know what that was in reference to, only that Tom said you would, and you did. Before he died you promised Tom that you would one, keep and raise the baby. Two, give up hunting. Three, to raise the baby away from the supernatural world, but still educate them about it. And four, to tell them the truth about their father and his death. Of course you promised him and you had every intention of keeping it.

After all the legalities were settled and you were fully packed, the boys helped you move into your new home. The house was located in a small beach town far away from the busy city, and more importantly, any supernatural activity. You would live a quiet life, something you’ve always dreamed of, but your biggest hesitation was being so far from the Winchesters. You would rarely if ever be able to see them anymore but you made a promise and knew it was for the best. Once settled in, you said your final goodbyes to the boys then completely cut all ties to the supernatural world. The only hunters you kept in touch with were Sam and Dean but, even then, any word from you was sporadic.

*PRESENT*

The two of you stayed in your embrace for what felt like hours. “God i’ve missed you Sammy!” Dean began unloading the impala, mumbling to himself how he should be the only one allowed to call his brother that.

Cas watched the exchange, lost in his own world. His eyes permitted a foreign sparkle while they gawked over you. His fingers fidgeted with the cuffs of his trench coat and his heels nervously dug themselves into the dirt. He felt himself fill up with a million butterflies whenever he was around you; you made him feel like he could fly again. Dean continued mumbling incoherently to himself until he noticed his best friend. Cas’ face was nothing but smiles and hopeful eyes. His cheeks were a shade of red Dean had never seen before. Cas struggled to loosen his tie. Dean watched in utter disbelief. “Hey,” He pulled Cas down from the cloud he was floating on, “what’s…all this; the hell you doing?” Cas opened his mouth but despite his infinite knowledge, nothing could amount to what he was trying to express. His focus kept drifting towards you like a moth drawn to a flame. Cas only smiled, looking from you to Dean, hoping that somehow his friend could just understand. He wasn’t sure he did but Dean nodded and returned to unloading the car.

You engaged in small talk before handing over your daughter to the gentle giant. He swung the little girl around, “Now who is this little angel and what have you done with my Casey?” The little girl giggled as she soared through the air, “It IS me uncle Sam i’m Casey!” “No you’re way to big!” “Nu uh! YOU’RE way too big!” You and Sam busted out laughing. He put Casey down, “Well you got me there. Let’s go help your uncle Dean unload. I’m sure he could use one of your famous hugs.” The two ran off towards a still moping Dean. You smiled after your goofy family, lucky to have such great brothers.

“Cas,” you could hear the angel shuffling behind you, “why are you acting so awkward?” You turned to face the flustered angel. “I’m, always awkward, y/n. At least, according to Dean, anyways.” “Yes but never with me.” You two share a silent moment, each searching for something in the others eyes. You approach Cas intending to give him a hug but are stopped at an arms lengths. Cas stiffly gripped a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand, unaware of how in your face they were. You took a step back to properly admire his gift. You took them in your own hands, “They’re beautiful Cas.” “I picked them from a field in Tuscany.”“As in Tuscany, Italy?” Cas gives an innocent nod, “The plane ride there and back was not enjoyable for many passengers, myself included. Sunflower’s are still your favorite correct?” You smiled, “Yes Cas they are.” You pulled him into a hug, “Thank you Cas.” He pulled you closer into his chest, relieved to be back in his favorite spot, “Anything for you.”

“Seriously, how many angels does it take to fix a car?” Dean recruited Castiel to help because Sam was having a tea party with Casey. It was funny seeing the worlds best hunter and an angel of the Lord struggle to push a car a few feet. The two finally began working on it but that was three hours ago. You knew your car would be fixed by now if Cas didn’t insist on helping Dean, forcing him to explain every single step ten times. It was charming though, you could see the determination in Cas’ face to help. 

He always tried to fix your problems, no matter how big or small, and sometimes, even when it wasn’t a problem at all. Out of sugar? Cas got you more. Any degree of injury? Cas healed you. Trouble falling asleep? Warm milk, soft blanket, back rub, snacks, playing with your hair, snuggling; whatever you needed Cas got and/or did for you.

It was nice…until it wasn’t nice. God forbid you stub your toe getting out of the bathtub again; Cas appearing in front of a naked you telling you to stop screaming so he could ‘inspect your injury’. That was the first time you’ve ever punched Cas. And of course, every month there he was with your craving of choice, a pair of his sweats that you love to wear, tissues, and whatever movies you wanted to binge watch all night. He usually sticks around until it’s over and accompanies you everywhere you go. 

Every. Where. 

Going to the bathroom? He’s sitting outside the door checking on you every 30 seconds making sure you're wiping front to back. Sneeze? He brings you a new tampon. Should you give anyone any amount of attitude? Cas apologizes on your behalf before explaining your ailment; you learned to do all your shopping before you started. The last straw was when you were shaving in the shower and struggled to get a ‘private area’…that was the second time you punched Cas.

[crowleysqueenandlucislover]

Wishes Don’t Come True

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Summary: A mistake, that has tormented you for years, is finally unearthed as Sam learns the truth about a night from your shared past.

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of abuse, small amount of fluff.

Notes: Listen to me...this story is longgggg. I really should’ve split it up into parts but you know, i just didn’t wanna lol. And I love my sweet puppy dog Sammy but womp-womp even puppies can do wrong; I love Sam but he’s kind of the bad guy in this story. Doesn’t involve the supernatural, mostly just a smut-story between the reader and Sam gone wrong, and Dean reaping from it.

UPDATE: WOW. I can’t believe i never finished this story. I’m posting the saved draft just to at least get some of it out there, but if y’all wanna read more then let me know i guess.

After a hunt in California, the Winchester’s decided to visit Sam’s old college, Stanford University. Dean could only stomach so much of his brother’s ‘walk down memory lane’ before changing course to the nearest bar. After discussing the menu for a few minutes Dean’s attention shifted to the approaching waitress, wearing a little bit too much makeup and not enough clothes. “Dibs.” Sam stole a quick look and rolled his eyes, “She’s all yours.” The women leaned over the table, intentionally exposing too much cleavage, and returned Dean’s direct eye contact. “What can i do for you and your friend sugar?” “I’ll take the bacon cheese burger, as greasy as you can make it, and a beer. ‘My friend’ here will have…” “The same but hold the grease.” “I’m on it.” She flashed Dean her most desperate charming smile before disappearing into the crowd. “Really Dean.” “What’s the matter Sammy, can’t handle a little competition?” Sam couldn’t contain his laughter, “There’s no competition, she’s not my type.” “Not your type?” “Not my type. You know i’m afraid of clowns and twenty bucks says she’s ‘working her way through college.” “I hope so.” 

She soon returned with the drinks. “So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing working in a place like this?” Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother, asking if that was really the best he could do. Dean shot a quick glance that said to shut up. The waitress was happy to deliver the cliche story of ‘needing the money to pay her way through college.’ Sam zoned out her babbling story and started on his food. He couldn’t be less interested in her let alone anyone else. No one has been able to catch his attention lately, but then he saw who was working behind the bar.

You looked nothing like you did when Sam last saw you; you were a woman now. A bit taller, toned muscles but still had curves, those were also new. Your hands seemed calloused and skin sort of tough, but your face still looked young. The exceptions were a few curious scars striped across your face and your hair. It was still h/l but you had dyed it h/c. It suited you. But what really caught his attention were your eyes, or at least, one of them. It was a faint shade of h/c compared to your other one. Sam wondered what must’ve happened, but had to admit it added to your beauty.

You were being kept busy but even on a Friday night, you gave your sweetest smile to everyone who came in. You socialized fluently, but something about you was reserved; you were always hiding a part of yourself. You waved goodbye to a group of people you knew all by name. When Sam saw your smile this time it captivated him.

Dean was still distracted by the waitress so Sam headed to the bar. At first he was excited to catch up, it’d been so long, but once his memories caught up he ran with them. He slipped out the door as fast as he could and headed back to the motel.

Sam’s face turned sour at his refreshed memories of you. He pulled out his phone. “Hey man where’d you run off too? You got company?” Sam could hear the smirk on his brothers face. “No Dean…I’m just feeling worn out from today. I’m headed back to the motel. You gonna be alright?” “Yeah no worries. Hey Sam! Who’s that chick you were staring at? She’s something-” 

“NO ONE-!” 

“What?-”

“No!-I just mean…some old friend from school.” “You mean-” “No. We went on one date and it was a nightmare.” “So you don’t mind if i take my chances?” “What about the waitress?” “Meh, i think…what’s your friend’s name?” “Y/n.” “Cute. Well I think y/n will be a lot more interesting, there’s something about her.” “Just a head’s up she’s bad news.” “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Or at least she was. It’s a long story. It’s probably best if you stay away from her Dean. I don’t think you’ll hit it off anyways.” “Yeah well we’ll see. I’m gonna go talk to her, it’s thinning out here.” “Okay but i warned you. I’m back at the room. See you later.” “Yup.”

Sam showered before sliding into bed but couldn’t fall asleep. That night kept replaying in his head and Sam realized he still didn’t fully understand what had happened. It seemed so unlike you but impossible to deny what he saw. It had started out so well…

*FLASHBACK*

Sam was doing well in school. He had plenty of friends, highest marks in all his classes, and for the first time in a very long time he was happy. Most days flew by quickly but every night, time would stretch. On his way home, Sam made sure to catch one last glimpse of you. You worked at the flower shop on the edge of campus. Sam would always stare as you locked up in the evenings, amazed by your every movement. Something as simple as taking out the trash was memorizing to him.

The two of you shared a couple of classes but sat no where near each other and naturally never interacted. The interesting thing was that Sam didn’t have any significant feelings for you. He found you cute, in a very exotic yet simplistic way; Nothing extraordinary but he couldn’t seem to look away from you no matter how hard he tried. He kept finding himself wanting you.

On a night out with his friends, Sam convinced them to go to a specific bar, just so he could look at you like always. But the unexpected happened.

“Hey Sam, wait up!” You came running up behind Sam. His surprise was obvious as he returned your anxious smile. He imagined this happening dozens of times in his head and the reality of it now flustered him. “H-hey! Yeah, y/n right?” “Yeah…” There was a forever moment of you staring into each other’s eyes, becoming better acquainted. You studied Sam’s face, silently memorizing every feature before taking a leap of faith, “Well, i know this is kind of sudden and out of the blue but i wanted to ask you something-” “Sam,” Sam’s friends called from a few feet ahead, “come on, don’t waste your time with…that, it’s gross, you can do better. Let’s go we’re gonna be late meeting up with the rest of the guys.” Sam rolled his eyes but felt his heart drop when he turned back and saw a completely different person standing in front of him. Your smile had faded and your face was pale with burning cheeks. All eye contact was lost; your eyes stayed glued to the sidewalk but Sam could still see the slight tremble in your lips you were trying so hard to hide. “Oh, hey y/n no! Please don’t listen to those guys-” “No, no it’s alright Sam. I hope you have a good night.” You hurried back to the shop but Sam was faster. He stopped you by your arm and was quick to face you again. “Hey hey hey! Y/n wait, no seriously i’m sorry about them, please don’t be upset. I don’t think-i mean they’re just being stupid you’re not-” “It’s fine Sam, really. I’m kind of used to it.” “I just don’t want you to think that I think you’re…”

Sam wasn’t sure what else to say. The air was getting tense and you both just stood in it. “So,” Sam nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “What was it you wanted to ask me?” “Oh, well,” A shy smile played on your face and Sam was relieved to see you returning to your old self. “I know we don’t exactly know each other, but i thought that if you weren’t busy next friday…maybe you’d consider dinner? You know, with me...?” “Y/n-” “It doesn’t have to be a date! It’s fine i’ll pay for myself! I just thought-” “I’d love to y/n.” “I...What? Did…did you said yes?” Sam smiled, “No, i said i’d love to. And i’ll be paying,” he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, “that’s how dates work right,” winked, and ran to catch up with his friends. Your hand found your cheek, “..yeah, right..”

Once he caught back up, Sam’s friends wanted full details. “Sam why would you agree to go out with, her?” “Yeah dude did someone bribe you?” “Lose a bet?” “Sam you can tell us, is she holding your family hostage?” The night went on with Sam being hounded by questions and you ridiculed. He never understood what everyone in town had against you, or why it’s always been like that. You seemed nice enough, never caused any problems, didn’t act out of the ordinary. Was there something he was missing?

Throughout the week Sam asked around about you, wanting to learn as much as he could before your date friday. He wanted to see what the big deal was all about but everyone seemed to have something new to say.

“I heard she’s a drug dealer.”

“She lives over on the bad side of town. Her neighbors are all criminals.”

“My cousin says he caught her trying to steal from his dad’s pharmacy once.”

“She has a lazy eye.”

“Her father beats her, that’s why she’s always covered in cuts and bruises.”

“I thought she was a campus prostitute?”

“I heard she keeps rats as pets.”

“Yeah, definitely a prostitute.”

“She eats raw onions for lunch.”

“Her working at the flower shop is just a rouse. Her real job is as a cocktail waitress at that biker bar on the other side of town. I hear it’s a topless bar too.”

“I think she’s screwing the Dean.”

“She’s spread STD’s to the whole school.” 

“Don’t let that ‘good-girl’ facade fool you. My aunt works at the police station and says she’s got a criminal record longer than my entire body.”

Sam’s head was in a knot from all the stories he heard. He didn’t want to believe any of it, you seemed so nice and, well, innocent. But Sam knew that people weren’t always what they seemed. As much as he didn’t want to believe it, he had to accept that it was all possible.

By the time Friday night came around, Sam was teetering on whether or not to come up with an excuse to bail. He heard so many stories about you that it had started to resonate with him. Despite what he had heard his gut told him to still go meet up with you. He wore a brave face but wasn’t prepared for what he would see.

Standing outside surrounded by people was a nearly topless you being held up against the wall, kissing some grizzly looking guy. You were stiff and looked uncomfortable but your lack of struggle sickened Sam. He felt his heart sink just a tad but it was overridden by his rising disgust. Wanting to just walk away yet still wanting answers, Sam confronted you. 

“Hey!” He broke through the crowd and looked you dead in the eyes. You froze and cowered like a deer in headlights. You tried to cover yourself up but it was near pointless. Your shirt was ripped apart on the ground and the only thing keeping your bra on were your two trembling hands. “What is this.” Sam’s voice was tough and void of emotion. “S-sam…” Your voice betrayed you, and left you to shiver helplessly in front of the giant. Everyone around you snickered making crude comments under their breath. It infuriated Sam that much more. “WELL?!” You jumped at his sudden shouting. “Sam…i-it’s not what it looks like i swear-” “Yes it is Sam,” someone spoke up from the crowd, “we tried to warn you about her!” The guy that was kissing you laughed and shoved a twenty down your pants making you cringe, “just a filthy whore who’ll do anything for money.” “No…no! Sam please it’s not-” “Hey,” a girl shuffled next to you before ‘whispering’, “i got those drugs you wanted. It’s gonna cost extra since you wanted the ecstasy with the cocaine this time.” She pulled out a big bag of drugs and tossed them into your purse on the ground, “You can pay me back later. Same as last time yeah?” She blew you a kiss before laughing away with her friends. You looked between the purse and Sam, trying to figure out what to explain first.

“I can explain-” “Yeah you’re a junkie!” “You still owe me fifty for last week!” “Have a bit of decency pig!” “Whore!” “Run away to that dump you call home!” People took turns throwing in their two cents, a few even spitting at you, before slowly dispersing. Meanwhile you and Sam were at a stand still, eyes locked on each other, but telling two completely different stories. Sam was trying to understand how he could be so stupid to go out with someone like you. He was furious at you for making him look like a fool. But yours were like a puppy begging to be forgiven. Tears were streaming down your face and pooled at your feet but Sam felt nothing towards you, not anymore.

The crowd had cleared except for a few guys who had lingered in the back. One wrapped his arms around you from behind. You tensed up and squeezed your eyes but remained still. “Let’s finish this back at my place, what do you say princess? Pick up where we left off last week?” Sam turned to leave making your body jumped out of shock and fear flood you, “No-NO! I’m sorry please don’t leave me! SAM!” He stopped and looked back but only glared as he watched them touch your trembling body. “SAM PLEASE! You have to believe me none of that was true i swear!” Sam stood by silently as you were being pulled to a nearby suv. “I can explain but i’m begging you do not let them take me!” He shook his head, “Looks like you’ve been asking for it y/n-” “PLEASE-!” “I’m not getting involved.” “HELP ME-!” “Have a good night.” “No Sam! SAM NO PLEASE!! SAM!!!!” Your screams died after the car door was slammed in your face.

You disappeared that night and Sam hadn’t seen or heard a word about you since.

*PRESENT*

Sam still couldn’t believe what you were involved in but had nothing else to go on. Your shrill screams still rang in his head and would always make his stomach drop, but he forced himself to forget.

He turned over about to call his brother but he burst through the door with a giant smile on his face. “Have a good night?” “I, man.” Dean couldn’t wipe away his smile and though he would never admit it his cheeks were glowing red. He threw his jacket on the floor and fell onto his bed. For a few minutes he laid there quietly, smirking at nothing, smiling at the ceiling. 

Sam fully sat up, “Um, Dean?” “What’s up buddy.” “What happened?” With a big huff of air Dean finally sat up to face his brother. “The most amazing night of my life Sam, that’s what happened.” Sam had to hear the rest of the story.

“Where to start. I went to go talk to y/n-or, well first, i kind of just watched her. Not in a creepy way, I just wanted to try and get a feel for her, and Sam i can’t explain it but,” Dean was trying to find the words, “After a little while i felt like i got lost in it or like-” “Time slowed down.” Sam was relieved to hear he wasn’t the only one, but also felt a little sharp pain. “Yeah, exactly! So i got up, took at seat at the bar, and we started to talk. But it wasn’t the usual shallow conversation that i have, it felt, meaningful. We talked about our interests, our hopes and dreams, i didn’t even know i had any! I even opened up about my childhood Sam.” “Whoa.” “Yeah. Just how she spoke made everything look so...beautiful and for a moment i forgot we lived in the world we did. I lost track of time and when i finally left i was addicted; i didn’t get enough time with her.” Sam smiled at the feelings he now shared with Dean; he understood exactly what he was saying and took a second to reminisce all the good memories from before. That little sharp pain came back. 

“I know what you mean.” Dean pulled himself out of his trance, “What happened between the two of you? She’s amazing Sammy how’d you screw it up?” “SHE-!…I didn’t do anything. Look it’s a long and still painful story i don’t want to talk about it.” “Fine, i’ll ask her then.” 

“No don’t-wait. Are you seeing her again?” 

“Uh, duh.” 

“Why!?” 

“’Why’? Because like i said Sam she’s an amazing person, alright, i like her.”

 “SO?!” 

“’SO’?! So i want to get to know her. Is that so bad?!” 

“YES!”

 “WHY!” 

“Because-!” 

By now the two stood face to face, both feeling the need to defend themselves. Although Dean sounded angry he was more confused than anything. Sam had never gotten so worked up about Dean spending time with someone. 

“Because what Sam?!” “Just-!” “Just what?! Why are you so against her?!” Sam could only huff and puff so much before it became too much; he grabbed his jacket, and left the room. By the time he came back the sun had risen and Dean was gone.

Sam spent the day lounging around the motel room, gritting his teeth at the thought of you hurting his brother like you did him. Dean had no idea what kind of person you truly were. What made matters worse was how enthralled Dean had become with you, and you were just going to crush him. Night came with no word from Dean so Sam decided to turn in early. The next day lingered on and just as the storm outside was calming down Dean came barreling through the door.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL SAM?!!?” Sam jumped to his feet and started to back away while Dean charged towards him. “Dean what’s going on?!” Dean threw a chair out of his path hard enough for it to break against the wall so whatever it was, it was bad. “HOW COULD YOU!!” Dean threw a punch at Sam but hit the wall behind him, making a sizable dent. “DEAN WHAT THE HELL-!” Sam couldn’t dodge the next one and stumbled back a few feet before regaining his composure. “OF ALL THE THINGS YOU’VE DONE!” Dean threw another punch and another. Sam tried defending himself but nothing was stopping Dean once the fire started. “HOW SAM! HOW?!” Sam went crashing into the glass table and falling into the pile of shards. He was too weak to get up but Dean stood strong, muscles bulging, and his eyes were wild. 

“DAD DID NOT RAISE YOU LIKE THAT AND I SURE AS HELL DID NOT RAISE YOU LIKE THAT!! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT HOW COULD YOU LET THAT HAPPEN!??!” 

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!” Dean grabbed Sam by the collar, pulling him to his feet, but kept him close. “Do you have any idea what you did to her Sam. ANY idea how disgustingly stupid you were?” His tone wasn’t as serious anymore but the thunder still boomed in Dean’s voice. “How could you do that Sam. You’re a monster. I can’t look at you anymore.” 

Dean shoved Sam away and slumped down onto the side of his bed. Sam cupped his now bruised jaw and sat opposite his brother. His movements were careful and slow, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so afraid of his brother. 

Sam made sure to speak softly, “Dean…I promise you, i have no idea what you’re talking about, okay? Whatever it is that i did i am sorry but please believe me i don’t know what all this is about.” Dean had to take a few heavy breaths before he could talk without a tremor in his voice. “Y/n told me what happened. Between the two of you; what happened that night, i know.” Sam still didn’t fully understand what about it warranted his brother to attack him. “So what? I don’t see what I did wrong? What was i suppose to do, go out with a girl like that-?” “SHE’S NOT-!” Dean caught himself, “She’s not like that Sam not even close. And if you knew the truth…you would never forgive yourself.” 

The fury had drained from Dean’s eyes. Now they had sunken in a little bit, the corners creased, but the green in his eyes danced with emotion. “I went to meet up with her at the bar but stopped and got her flowers on the way. I waited a few minutes before she pulled up, in a mustang if you can believe it. She got out and could not have looked more beautiful. She was dressed in a, what are they called, ‘sun dresses’?  She looked like something out of a 50′s movie and i mean that in the highest form of compliment. And i could never imagine her without that scar. It’s a part of her, just like her eyes, they’re perfect the way they are.”

Dean’s thoughts trailed off but Sam could still feel the affection pouring out of his words. The world’s greatest enigma was for a moment an open book, showing his heart. A single tear even escaped while Dean kept talking about you, mostly to himself now. Sam risked losing a tear himself, he’d never seen his brother like this; he never thought he would. 

Despite the throbbing pain engulfing his face, Sam smiled, “She sounds lovely Dean.” “She is.” Despite his feelings towards you, Sam wanted to hear about the rest of the date, whatever it took to keep his brother happy. “What happened next.” A slight twinkle grew in Dean’s eyes,

“I gave her the flowers, she said they were beautiful and that she knew just what to do with them. She asked if it was okay for us to make a quick stop before breakfast. We had some small talk while we walked, i used all my best lines, but i couldn’t stop acting like a nervous teenager. We ended up at a cemetery. My first instinct was to put my guard up, figured she might be some creature luring me into a trap. But she ignored me. Walked right up to a headstone and laid the flowers down in front of them. I felt like a complete idiot. I held back, let her have her moment. I could hear her speaking softly, occasionally sniffling, but i did my best not to listen. We left without saying another word until we got to the diner. 

She brought it up, thank god, i would have no idea what to say, not in a decent manner at least. She told me it was her father’s grave. Said he died about two years ago, cancer, and every weekend she goes by with fresh flowers and tells him about her week. She appreciated me saving her a trip to the flower shop. We laughed and just kept talking.

The date was supposed to end after that but we ended up walking around the park and even fed some ducks. Imagine it Sammy. Me, feeding MY food, to some damn ducks. I enjoyed it though. 

We both were getting hungry again so we decided to go on a second date and get some lunch together. We were being so corny but it was fun. I let her choose; she took me to a hole in the wall off the lake and swore they had the best ribs, which they did. 

After we just walked around the town, doing some window shopping, still talking each other’s ears off. We still didn’t want to leave so we planned our ‘third date’, still being cheesy. We went back to her place so she could shower and change. I was waiting a while but it gave me plenty of time to do some snooping. When i got bored of that i turned the tv on and started watching a movie. Y/n came out and looked beautiful but decided to change into something casual and ordered us a pizza so we could finish the movie.

Afterwards we went to have a few drinks at a bar. She told me her entire story. It got heavy at some points, i wanted to kill someone; i wanted to kill you-” “But Dean-” “Just, let me finish Sam, i can explain.” Sam had heard that before but kept his mouth shut. “It started to get a little bit uncomfortable but i knew how to fix that.”

*FLASHBACK*

Some country band was playing that night brought in a huge crowd. The bar was packed and majority of the tables had been pushed against the walls to make a bigger dance floor. Dean wasn’t one for dancing but he wanted to do everything within his power to make you happy. He gave a suggestive smile that you instantly reciprocated. He took your hand and started making his way through the crowd of couples lost in their own little worlds. The band started playing “I don’t dance” by Lee Brice and your face instantly lit up. Dean smiled back at you, “You like this song sweetheart?” “I love it. I dance around with my broom whenever it comes on.” Dean spun you around and pulled you in close to him. “Well i’m honored to be your broom tonight.” You both smiled like idiots and became lost in the song. Dean couldn’t believe how he was feeling around you. He felt like an entirely new man; he felt whole. Dean kept spinning you around, his stomach filling up with butterflies every time you turned to face him again. He knew he would never grow tired of seeing your face. “But here i am, spinning you round and round in circles. It ain’t my style but i don’t care. I’d do anything with you anywhere,” You giggled, “Is Dean Winchester actually singing to me?” Dean smiled, “only for you sweetheart.” 

The two of you danced until the bar closed but it wasn’t enough. Once you stepped outside you two little kids jumped around and danced in the rain. Dean held your hips at arms length and spun you like a modern day fairy tale. You left your arms out wide and let your head fall back, your face fully embracing the rain. Some people walked by and gave you strange looks, others took a moment to smile, but neither of you noticed anyone else. The sun was starting to rise and made the scene that much more romantic. You couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. Dean knew what he wanted and hoped you did too. You saw the look he was giving you, even with it hiding behind his rosy cheeks and nervous half smile. It was cute. You took a leap of faith. 

Without warning you pulled your body against his and kissed him. His hands attacked you, exploring everything they’ve been dying to touch since you met. Both of your lips moved desperately against each other, hoping to somehow kiss more than you already were. You opened your mouth and invited Dean to let you in. Once your tongue was allowed inside Dean melted; he moaned and gripped your body tighter within his arms. He hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. It was the only way he could be physically closer to you. Your fingers rolled through Dean’s hair as you kissed down his face and neck.

You didn’t know how you ended up back at your place, maybe Dean walked the entire way holding you, but it didn’t really matter. The sheets stuck to your two soaking bodies, becoming tangled in the mess you had already created. Sex with you was like an out of body experience for Dean. His entire being was just as heated and flushed as his face. The two of you moved in sync together like what you were doing was choreographed. You floated high up in the clouds all night. And once you finally came down it didn’t matter, you were still both in heaven. 

“Good morning sweetheart.” Dean peppered kisses along your neck and shoulders making you smile. “Mmm you make a girl think dirty thoughts when you do things like that Dean.” You pressed yourself back hard until you heard a soft moan escape Dean’s lips. His arms wrap even tighter around your torso as he pushed back. “God please tell me what you’re thinking.” You laughed, “Down boy.” Dean let one of his hands crawl down your body and in between your legs, “Oh I’ll go down baby don’t worry about that-” “Dean!” You swatted his hand away and giggled like a schoolgirl. Dean kissed your neck again except this time he let his lips linger. 

You closed your eyes and dared to dream. “Hey Dean,” “Hmmm,” “Will I ever see you again.” You felt Dean tense up and you instantly regretted opening your mouth. “Y/n-” “No don’t say it. Please. I understand Dean. I know how things work in your world and honestly I wasn’t hoping for much, I just wish things were different. At least for me. Just once.” You fought back the tears but you couldn’t stop your eyes from becoming so heavy they shut and you couldn’t open them. You felt Dean roll you over to face him but you couldn’t, you knew it would be one of the last times you saw his face. Maybe you could prolong it if you didn’t look. “Sweetheart.” You didn’t look. “Y/n.” Still nothing. You felt Dean’s weight shifted and your body shook with fear that he was leaving just like that. You forced your eyes open. You saw Dean sitting up, pulling on his underwear, but instead of reaching for his pants, he climbed back on the bed. 

“Dean?-” “Sshh. Not another word. It’s my turn.” He pushed you into your stomach and straddled you, letting some of his weight down. He began rubbing your back and you felt your fear slowly start to run away. “Y/n listen. You’re right, this life, it doesn’t nurture relationships, not healthy ones at least. They either don’t last or end with death. And honestly I’ve never wanted to try and test that. If you were anyone else, no, you wouldn’t see me again.” The massage started to not feel so good anymore. “I understand Dean-” “But you’re not anyone else. You’re you. And Y/n honey, I ain’t never letting you go.” You didn’t know what to say so you stayed quiet, hoping to hear more sweet words. Dean climbed off of you and shuffled his way back into his original position spooning you. This time you faced him, burying your face in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and held you close. Feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath relaxed you like a drug. You spread your fingers to feel as much as you could. He was as warm as the sunlight in summer and felt like the only place you were ever meant to be. “You’ll see me again sweetheart. You’ll see me so much you’ll get sick of seeing me.” Dean managed to get a laugh out of you. “That could never happen Dean.” The two of you laid comfortably in silence.

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Gold Dress

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Natasha convinces you to attend one of Tony’s parties. You catch many eyes there, but you only have eyes for one man. And he’s about to ask you to dance.

WC: 1272

A/N: I’m kind of getting better with these but I still feel lost lol. Hopefully you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Slight dirty talk

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Thor: *finds a snake*

Thor: *pats the snake*

Thor: Good snake.

Loki, walking past him: YOU NEVER SAY THAT TO ME, BROTHER, WHAT ABOUT ME

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Loki: I have no heart. Love is for fools. I need naught anyone in my li-

[Name]: Mornin’ Loki! *yawns*

Loki:

Loki: *clenching his chest* God dammit-

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Me writing fan fiction

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Crowley Prompt Request

This was requested by anon: “Mind if I join you?” with Crowley? I hope you guys enjoy this! :)

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You left the diner, relatively satisfied with your meal.  Sam and Dean were on their own hunt this time and that left you by yourself.  You took care of the omen rather easily and you were ready to head back to the bunker.

As you were walking to your car, you checked your phone for an update from Sam or Dean.  You weren’t surprised to see nothing from them.  It was late and they were probably busy.  When you looked up from your phone you saw a familiar face.

“I gotta say I’m a little surprised to see you, Crowley,” you said with a hint of a smile.

Crowley chuckled as he stood in front of your car.  “A good kind of surprise I hope,” Crowley spoke.  “Done with your little task already?  Aren’t you tired of going on those petty little hunts the Winchesters are too distracted to take care of?”

“Not really,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.  “It reminds me of a much simpler time.  You know, before Leviathans and all that jazz.”

“I take it you’re going back to the bunker,” Crowley guessed.

You leaned your arm on the car door.  “Yeah I am,” you said, raising an eyebrow at the king of hell.  “Why?”

“Mind if I join you,” Crowley asked.  “I’m sure the drive gets quite lonely when it’s just you.  I could provide excellent company.”

You narrowed your eyes at Crowley.  You sighed, dipping your head.  “Get in before I change my mind,” you mumbled.

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Tickles and cuddles - Jack Kline x Reader

Title: Tickles and cuddles

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You are on another hunt and you don’t want to let Jack sleep on the couch of the motel room once more so you offer your bed for sharing. After him asking you how to show affection and some tickles he ends up admiting he likes cuddling with you.

“There is no other option Dean.” you sighed “And no! He’s not sleeping on the couch!” you spoke up before he had the chance to retort.

“It’s big enough, (Y/n)!” Dean exclaimed and you gave him a harsh glare.

“Yeah, just like every one we’ve seen on all the motels we’ve slept in over the past two weeks! Oh and let’s not forget that in the last one he took the freaking floor! Forget it, my bed is big enough and Jack’s sleeping with me this time.” you huffed.

“This is ridiculous, (Y/n).” he rolled his eyes and you glared at him.

“If you don’t want to share a bed with Sam so bad then the couch is big enough.” you mocked him and he sighed.

“Whatever, I’m not gonna argue with you anymore. You do whatever the hell you want, but if you-” he pointed a finger at Sam “Don’t keep those freaking long limbs to your side I’m throwing you off the freaking bed.” he grumbled and Sam rolled his eyes.

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Guardian (Part II)

Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Satan?, cursing, SMUT, alcohol and reader being drunk

Words: 3273…

Part One

I was so overwhelmed with your positive response to this litte piece I wrote so I decided fuck it and wrote a sequel feat. doing the nasty. Although it’s tasteful…I hope. And I always enjoy hearing from you little darlings! You really made my day^^

Enjoy sweeties <3

Tagging: @mewhatfuckingever @inumorph

The rain drops tapped softly on your window as you observed the beautiful sunset. A rare summer storm was coming, the hot humid air, preparing you for thunder and lighting. The first drops had delighted you and you had turned off the television, instead grabbed a bottle of sweet wine and sat in front of the window, enjoying a light haze and sweet summer kisses. You had opted for soft shorts and a shirt that was way too large on you, yet so comfortable you felt like drowning in it.

How you loved these special little moments of complete and utter peace. A smile stretched onto your bittersweet lips as you raised the glass of apple wine, its taste numbing your senses, oh so pleasantly. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, you hummed a tune with no rhythm, occasionally running your index finger along the streaks the rain was causing on your window. The couch under you was almost too tempting, your little corner urging you to fall asleep.

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Guardian

Lucifer x Reader

Summary: Castiel informs you, you once had a guardian angel. Imagine your surprise when you find out who he was.

Warnings: cursing?, Satan?

Part Two

I had idea, I had wrote down^^ Hope you enjoy it <3

When Castiel detected the slightest remains of an angel’s grace on your soul, you thought relatively little of it. So heaven had assigned you an angel who was no longer around – big deal.

“You don’t understand, Y/n.”, Castiel’s deep voice reverberated ominously as his eyes lit up, “This angel was not called back, he was ripped from you rather violently.”

Only then did your stomach drop. “What do you mean, violently?” Nice evening dinner cooking forgotten you faced the slightly distressed angel. “Did they die protecting me or something?”  “No, he did not die, I can’t make out who it is though.”, his hand hovered over you, shaking. “It makes no sense..” “What makes no sense?” Castiel’s eyes turned back to their deep blue and his frown only deepened. “He was assigned to your soul millenia before you were born.”

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Gabriel and Wings

Pairing: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader (ft. Dean and Sam)

Content/Warnings: fluff

Words: 1241

A/N: To kick off the one word drabbles, I have Gabriel and Wings with you, requested by @theycallmequeenie! I may have gotten a little carried away with this one, but I hardly ever get to write with Gabriel…

“What are we in town for, again?” You asked your brothers.

Dean glanced back at you through the rearview mirror. “Not sure. Probably a trickster this time - an actual trickster, not Gabriel.”

“Ah,” You hummed thoughtfully. You had never been able to meet Gabriel. You were either injured, with Bobby, or staying behind to do research on the apocalypse whenever Gabriel got involved. Dean and Sam had told you all about him, and from their descriptions he didn’t seem that bad. He just wanted to get his brothers to stop fighting. Quite often, you felt the same way.

The Impala’s engine went off, shaking you out of your thoughts, and you climbed out of the back seat, following the boys in to get a room for yourself. If you didn’t, Dean would get one room out of habit, and you’d have to go back in to get a second one for yourself. Sam and Dean didn’t particularly like you getting a room to yourself, where they weren’t able to look after them, but you were a grown woman who needed her privacy.

After the three of you got rooms, you grabbed your bag from the Impala and tossed it into your designated motel room before joining the boys in theirs. “Alright, so what have we got on this possible trickster?”

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[angelkurenai]

Imagine being an Omega and during a night out in a bar you meet your true Alpha mate, demon Dean.

“This is such a terrible idea.” you groaned as you followed after your friends.

“Will you stop being such a cock-block already?” one of your friends asked and you rolled your eyes.

“If a cock-block to you means having some actual sense in me, then no. What we’re doing is simply reckless, don’t you see that!?” you tried to keep yourself from raising your voice.

“Oh come (Y/n/n) just live a little! It’s not the first time we’re going to a bar after sneaking out in the middle of the night!”

“She’s right, stop complaining and relax! Just enjoy this!” she threw an arm over your shoulders and you shook your head in disbelief.

“Sure and then as a ghost I’ll say to my parents, mom, dad, don’t cry that I died just know I enjoyed it!” you said full of sarcasm, glaring at your friend.

“Geez (Y/n) you’re not gonna die tonight, relax! It’s just a bar like any other.” she shrugged.

“Do you need me to point out for like the millionth time that there was dead body found here just last night?!” you looked at them with wide eyes “It was all over the news!”

“Really? Cause I don’t see one here.” she giggled and you glared at her.

“I’m serious about this! That place in there is full off not just asshole Betas. There are killers in there and there are Alphas that I- I don’t wanna think what they’re capable of.” you shuddered but they just brushed it off “There is no place for Omegas in there, the second they catch smell of us we’re screwed! Come on, let’s just go back.”

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[cazycurlyhairgirl]

To all the writers out there that write imagines,reader inserts ,or just write stories in general ; I️ want to thank all of you for letting me leave this world and join another even if it’s only for a brief amount of time.Thank you for sharing your gifts.