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SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
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there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one
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do not question
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Australian Child walking to school in 1937 (Colorized)
Tour of the Supernatural Bunker
Everything found here. Not my pictures, just wanted to make notes of the bunker for writers and stuffs (and this set is gorgeous).
The “Vault”
I’m Done
Summary: Reader goes through a bit of a rough time. (understatement)
Word count: 709
Pairings: Sam x sibling reader, Dean x sibling reader
Warnings: Suicide
key: (Y/N) - Your name, (Y/N/N) - your nick name, everything italicized are the reader’s thoughts.
A/N: Yeah. None of my stuff is that great, but this one seems to be even less so. Only way to get better at writing is through practice, right? anyway, it would be great if you left some feedback on how to fix it. Thanks!
Silence. Sitting alone in your dark room made your thoughts race more than normal. Times like this were the worst. You wanted to reach out to your brothers, but you didn’t want to make them worry more. Those boys were and are the most important people to you and you hated seeing them bend over backwards over you. The see you as their responsibility. You see it as their burden.
Why am I still here? Sam and Dean don’t love me. They only see me as another job. A burden. That’s all I am. That’s all I’ve ever been. I’ve failed them so many times. Why do I call myself a hunter anymore? I don’t save people anymore, I hurt them. I-... I’m done.
How could you call yourself a hunter? Hunters are supposed to save people and the last time you checked, you haven’t been too good at that. Every night is a reminder of your failures. In the silence you can hear their screams, screaming your name. In the darkness you can see their faces pleading for you to help, but you can do nothing. Useless. Weak. Pathetic.
You shook your head. You were tired, done. You let out a sigh and stood up. This wasn’t the first time your thoughts took over like this. Every day you try to fight them off, but you’re not like your brothers; you can’t fight forever. Slowly, you made your way to the kitchen and see Dean at the table eating some pizza and reading an article on his laptop.
“What’s up (Y/N/N)?” Dean looked up from his device.
“Not much.” Why is he wasting his time with me? “You?”
“Just reading some stuff. It could be a hunt, but I’m not sure yet. Doing more research on it.” he said more slowly near the end, looking at you as you start walking out with a glass of water. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a headache. I’m going to try to sleep it off.”
“Here.” Dean reaches to the counter behind him and pulls something of. Dean tosses it in your direction. You swerve to catch to catch the pill bottle he was giving to you. “That will help.”
“Thanks Dea.”
“No problem. Hope you feel better.”
“Love you.”
Silence. He had already put his earbuds back in.
You felt numb hearing the soft ambiance of the bunker and your body moving back to our room as if on auto pilot. The bedroom door creaked open and you sat on your bed. You pulled off the lid to the bottle and stopped to look at the small white pills.
You took one, then another, then another. Losing count and not caring how many you were swallowing, you just know you were getting out. One after another, the bottles contents got smaller and smaller.
After all these years of your brothers sacrificing everything for you, you can finally do something for them. They won’t have to worry about me anymore. They can finally be happy.
You got up once again to have one last walk around the bunker. You loved it here. After a lifetime of moving from town to town, it was nice to have somewhere other than the impala you could call home.
“Hey (Y/N),” Sam’s voice came from the ‘Dean Cave’ over the sound of the T.V. Shit. “Whatcha up to?”
“Just walkin’ around”
“Want to watch a show with me?”
“Are you sure? You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Stop being so nice to me. I know what your thinking.
“Come on, you’ll like this one. It’s about H.H.Holmes’ murder hotel.” Sam knew you had a strange fascination with deranged serial killers. With a sigh, you walked into the room and Sam lifted his arm so you could come sit with him.
You make short, but quick steps toward your big brother and sat with your head against his chest. After a few minutes, your breathing had lined up with his.
You won’t have to put up with me anymore. You and Dean can finally be happy.
You said one last thing: “I love you”, then everything started to black.
“Love you too.”
Too bad you weren’t there to hear it.
What Do We Do With It?
Summary: You kill a dude in your hotel room and don’t know what to do with it.
Winchester Sibling
Word count: 415
Warnings: None. Maybe a dead guy, but it’s supernatural.
A/N: I know it’s bad, but I felt like writing something. Little piece of trash.
The sound of growls and heavy footsteps could be heard as you slam the door to your room. The three of you were out of breath after running away from a few vamps that had followed you from the nest.
A few moments of silence passed between you and your brothers before you could hear slamming at the door. Your heads snapped up to the sound and grabbed your blades. Dean made his way over to the door and nodded to you and Sam.
He pulled the door open and Sam swung at him making the vampire fall to the floor. You nudged the head away from you with your foot. Vamps have always grossed you out. A few seconds later you look up at Dean who was still staring at the corpse lying in the doorway.
“What do we do with it?” you broke the silence.
“Huh?” Sam looked up and at you.
“The dead guy.” Silence. “Do we kick it out?”
“Someone will see it.”
“I’m not dragging it in.”
Dean sighed and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into the room and kicking the door shut. Sam picked up his laptop and Dean went and sat down on the bed.
“Seriously?”
“What?”
“We’re just going to leave it there?”
“What do you suggest we do with it (Y/N)?” Dean said sounding a little agitated.
“I’m not sleeping with that thing at the foot of my bed.”
“Then do something about it” You didn’t appreciate his snarky attitude. You shot a glare and picked up the head by the hair and threw it into the closet with a big thud. You bent down to grab the guys hand and pull him into the closet. He was a pretty big dude, but you weren’t going to let your brothers see you struggle.
With more effort than you care to admit, you finally shoved him inside and slammed the door.
Somehow, you managed to sleep for three and a half hours that night, which was a miracle for a hunter. Once Dean and you woke up, you started to pack.
“Are we just going to leave it here?” you asked on your way out.
“Do you want to take it with?” Sam asked sarcastically.
“Hell no. It smells.” and with that you left the room. You started walking faster when you saw a cleaning lady walking towards the door.
“Shit.” The three of you pile into the car and within seconds heard a scream.
“Bad day for her.” and with that, you drove away.
THE NEXT GIF WAR IS ON!
Look at me, I’m not even swiss but I ignored this war like a pro, just letting it sit in my inbox like a misbehaving child. But now it’s on!
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idk what the gif war is for but I’m thinking of a crazy angsty dad!sam fic with those two gifs
Should’ve Been Better
Summary: Your big brother, Dean, finds himself cursing to the highest of Heaven when he realizes… You might be a resident soon.
Warnings: Mentions of character death, cursing, crying, the angsty queen is back! Long, angsty, crying bullshit and I hate myself so don’t hate me omg T-T (GET THE FUCKING TISSUES HOLY SHIZZZZ)
Pairings: Brother!Dean x sister!reader; this is told in 3rd POV
Forever In Tags: @waywardnewcomer , @natashacamillaus , @iliketowrite02 , @mogarukes , @laceyn-1201
The straggled breathing was all he could hear.. The sharp screams of pain followed by intense, agony-filled groans as he shot down the last intruder. Keeping his gun high and his head low, Dean moved through the bunker with anger seeping through his veins – he was going to kill every last one of the bastards.
“Sammy! Y/N!” He yelled into the bunker as he stepped lightly over the dead bodies – who were they? Why were they breaking in at 3 in the morning? He hissed as he turned the corner, seeing more dead bodies littering the hallway towards the bedrooms.
“Shit, come on, guys! You gotta answer me!” Dean shouted his hope dying slowly as he began to frantically search the bodies – they.. They couldn’t be.. They just can’t be..
“Dean! Dean, over here, and hurry up!” Sam’s voice boomed slightly startling his elder brother as Dean dropped the intruder, who he believed to be his Sammy, grabbing his handgun before sprinting towards his baby brother’s voice.
“Sam? Sammy!” Dean shouted as he entered the library, finally setting his eyes on his baby brother who stood alive but panicked..
“Dean – it’s bad.. It’s really, really bad.” Sam gulped trying to get more oxygen as his throat began to tighten. He couldn’t lose her.. He just can’t lose another family member.
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Family Reunion
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Ok so I thought about something where the reader is Jon Winchester's daughter but not Dean and Sam's sister(her mum and Jon had a one night stand but jon didn't know about the woman being a hunter). The reader grew up with her mum, who was a hunter, and knows about her father but she never actually meet him or her brothers. So she knows about Mary's death and when there are the same signs in her town she look for them, find them and take them to meet her mother who still has a thing for jon? And maybe the reader is sassy? I don't know some thing like this. Feel free to change what you want. Sorry it's a little chaotic hahaha it just came out like this.
Pairings: Sam x Sister reader, Dean x Sister reader
Warnings: none
Words: 1054
Summary: You come across your brothers during a hunt.
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You were slouching in the chair looking through the news feed on your laptop. Sometimes you would come across hunts but most of the time they were just psychos getting their fix. Continuing to scroll down the page, one story made its way up with an image of a house fire. Tilting your head you clicked on the story.It’s probably nothing. Story goes the young couple’s only child was saved by the father, but the mother wasn’t so lucky.
You sat up in your chair. Scrolling down you found that the little girl was six months old. The fire had happened a few hours ago and was only a couple towns away. It being one in the morning, your mother was asleep and you didn’t want to wake her. Partly to not have her angry, and partly to not let her know that you were heading out. She would be pissed if you just took off on your own to look into something that could remotely be supernatural.
You and your mother were hunters so you had to learn to trust each other. Leaving a note for your mother saying that you were going to visit a friend, you grabbed your duffle and jumped in the car.
Pulling up to the house, you took a good look at its burnt and charred remains. Burnt to the point it was hard to say where the fire had originated. After a bit more searching it turned out the father and daughter were staying at the mother-in-law’s house for a while. You pulled into a vacant parking lot for the night. Why pay for a motel room when you could just sleep in the car?
The next morning you began to work. Stepping up to the pavement leading up the the front door, you heard the handle jiggle and you heard someone speaking inside. You jumped aside and hid behind some bushes so you could see who they were and what they were talking about. Two suits emerged from the doorway. There was a tall man with longer hair and sensible shoes walking next to a shorter and angrier man. You gathered that their names were Sam and Dean.
Sam and Dean. You knew those names but you didn’t know from where. After their car rolled down the street you made your way to the house to gather what little information you could. After the short conversation with the broken man, you went back to the house to look around. While there, you saw the men again. A little odd but you dismissed it being under the impression they were feds. Since you were younger you couldn’t just go up, flash a badge, and dance in. You would have to come back at night.
The stars were up and no one seemed to be on the streets so you made your way into the house. After a few minutes of looking around you saw headlights and a motor pull up to the house. You didn’t have time to leave because they were already headed in. you went into one of the side rooms and hoped whoever was there wouldn’t know you were there. Sliding your gun out of your waistband, you steadied your breathing. Moments later what was left of the door was kicked down and the two suits from earlier came in with guns in hand. The three of you had a good staredown while pointing guns.
“What are you doing here, kid?”
“What are you doing here creep?” he glared at you and the tall chimed in.
“Lets just put our guns down and figure out what's happening.” and he pointed his gun to the roof and you did the same after seeing the buch one point his to the ceiling as well.
“Now what are you doing here? We've seen you all around town. What’s your name?” the tall one said with a softer voice
“(Y/N), and you wouldn’t believe me.” you said and looked up at them. They looked at eachother and back at you.
“Your a hunter, aren’t you?”
“What gave it away?”
“The gun, the shady behavior,-” paused and pointed at your charm bracelet “- The sigils. The list goes on.”
“You are too, I assume.” they nodded. “You never gave me a name.”
“Sam and Dean Winchester.” the shorter one said pretentiously. You knew them.
“Do you know a John Winchester?” they had a look of surprise and confusion on their face when you said their father's name. Sam looked you dead in the eye.
“He’s our father. How do you know him?”
“He’s my dad too.”
The three of you pulled up to your house. Jumping out of the car, you pulled out your keys to unlock the door. Sam and Dean walked behind you up to he house.
“Mom I’m back!” you yelled out. A few seconds later you heard someone coming down the stairs.
“Do you-” She stopped at the top of the stairs once she saw the boys. She recognized them. Cautiously, she continued down the stairs.
“Where’s John?” the two of them looked at their feet. She sighed. “I see.” she wasn’t too surprised. John was a bit of a moron in her book. “Why are you here?”
“A hunt a few towns over. That’s where were we met this shortie.” Dean said looked down at you.
“Shut up.” you said and your mother shot you an unamused look. Dean scoffed.
“So how was that friend you visited? Doing well? Because you obviously weren’t hunting, were you.” she said sarcastically and glared at you. You avoided eye contact and shrugged. She shook her head and sighed.
‘You two were here for the fire weren’t you. You think that demons back? Do you think it’s happening again?”
“How do you know about that?” Sam asked surprised and confused, then you spoke.
“You two aren’t the only ones with demons on their radar.”
“John, your father, and I were fairly close. Close enough to tell me about the fire and have a kid, but not close enough to stick around.”
“Sounds like him.” Sam said. Your mom went into one of the rooms and came out with a duffle slung over her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” you asked her.
“We’re going to find this thing.”
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