So I just wanted to ask if you could tell your most fav fav fics for Supernatural.
I’m pretty sure I’ve read all your fics and they are just 🥹🥹SO GOOD!!❤️❤️
But I need more.. so if you could pls pls help me out here🥰
Thanks!!
Oh my goodness, what a great question!!
(And thank you, my lovely. I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. 🥰🥰)
I've actually been doing a lot of reading lately, despite also writing up a storm, working on Smoke Eater.
Here are some of my favorites! They will span Tumblr, Ao3, and FF.net, as I did a lot of my early reading/writing on other platforms.
Now, in no particular order...
Keep in mind, I probably like several fics from each of these authors, but I'm featuring one or two that I very much enjoyed.
**[Minors beware, I'm recommending a lot of 18+ only content here!]
Dean Winchester x Reader or OC:
Stories are Dean x Reader unless noted OC.
Hold On I'm Coming - @ravengirl94
Clear the Area - Alisha Ashton (Excellent 4-part series!)
Unspoken - @thatonewriter15
The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas - @deanwinchesterswitch
Twenty Minutes or Less - @iprobablyshipit91
Magical Blooms
The First Time Series - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
The Dangers of Hope
It's All For You
Things Learned and Unlearned
Remind Me - @justagirlinafandomworld
Delicate
The Fallout
Feral - @jawritter
Here For You - @marvelfanfn2187a113
Collared - @spnexploration
Old Man - @kaleldobrev
Creature of the Night - @waynes-multiverse
Headcanon: Valentine's Day
Headcanon: Gettin’ Down and Dirty with Dean
Friends with Benefits - @deanwritings
Safe - @waywardxwords
Carry On - @acreativelydifferentlove
You're Home
Helping Hand - @deanwanddamons
Love Language - @mind-empty-just-fictional-people | @jacklesbrainworms
It Ain't About Pity - @ejlovespie
More to Love - kittenofdoomage
Never Spoken, Always Said
The Widow - @pink-sparkly-witch
Say I'm Beautiful - Lindsey D. Perez
While They Dance On A Pin (Jane Series 5) - shirleypositive72 (Dean x OC)
She's My Cherry Pie - BeccabooO1O
Feral - @luci-in-trenchcoats
Headcanon: How They Meet Their Plus Size Girlfriend
Witches - @waywardxwords
Wild Flower - @deanbrainrotwritings
Take a Shot - @rizlowwritessortof
Late Night Show
Lost in You
That’s How It Should Be (Sheriff!Dean)
Girls, Girls, Girls - @spnbabe67 (Dean x OC)
NSFT Alphabet [Dean Winchester] - @chevroletdean
Masturbation [Dean Winchester]
Roots in My Dreamland - @pamwritessometimes
A Simple Kinda Man - @impala-dreamer
Like Heaven (Dean x Curvy!Reader)
Sexual Encounters with Dean Winchester - Edging - @supernotnatural2005
Happy Accidents (Dean x Plus-Size!Reader)
When He Slides In - @ambiguous-avery
Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden:
Damages - adventuresinposting
One Step at a Time - FaithDaria
A Dad By Any Other Name - bloodmagik
Sam Winchester x Reader or OC:
Stories are Sam x Reader unless noted OC.
While You Were Sleeping - Avrilando (Sam x OC)
With The Eyes of a Loving Man - Avrilando (Sequel to While You Were Sleeping)
It's Your Birthday - Lindsey D. Perez
If You Give a Moose a Muffin - Lindsey D. Perez
All of Me - ALoversDream
Could Have Told You That One, Winchester - BeccabooO1O
Samnesia - @princessmisery666
Delicate - @ohsc
I'm sure there are many, many more, but here's a starter list for you of my favorite people! 💕
I have several more stories favorited on my FF.net account. (Beware if you try to read any of the stories I wrote there though. Some of those are old as hell and not to my current standard. 🤣)
Hi, Zep! I’ve read your Beau fics and I ADORE them. Are there any other recs you’d give? Series, drabbles, one-shots, anything :)
Hey there!
Thank you so very much, lovely anon. 🥰💗 I have so much fun writing Beau Arlen and the rest of the Big Sky cast, especially most recently with the Take Me Home series.
But what a good question! And I do have some fic recs for you...
(Stories are Beau Arlen x Reader unless otherwise noted. Minors beware, many of these are 18+ only!)
The Fix - @waywardxwords. This is a lovely friend of mine, and this story is both angsty and gripping, but also very sweet, with plenty of protective Beau to feed my hopeless romantic soul.
Beau Arlen Masterlist - @waynes-multiverse. My friend Wayne is a brilliant writer. She pairs "hilarious" with "heart-gripping angst" so well in her romances. I'm rec'ing her whole BA masterlist, but also check out her series:
Polaris - An angsty, smutty, romantic, complex, amazing web of a story with our dear sheriff at the helm and an FBI!agent reader.
When Fantasy Pales - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. This is a series of one-shots that I enjoyed immensely by another very talented writer. Absolutely love her writing style.
Beau Arlen Masterlist - @luci-in-trenchcoats. Another lovely friend of mine (I think most of you know Michelle). I haven't had a chance to read all of the Beau stories on her masterlist, but I really enjoyed Bad Day in particular.
The Change (Alpha!Beau x Omega!Reader) - ABO dynamics.
The Change: Beau - Sequel from Beau's POV.
If It's Meant to Be - @jawritter. This is also Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader.
Third Wheel - @rizlowwritessortof
I may add to this list as I get to read more of my favorite cowboy sheriff!
CW: nightmares, trauma reaction to being woken up, oblique references to past traumatic events, angst with fluff
Summary: The days are quiet now, but the nights aren't always. Someday, the nightmares might be gone.
Daryl whimpered.
It was the only sound that slipped from him, but it woke me with a jolt of adrenaline that set my heart racing and my hand reaching for the gun at my bedside. Then I realized he'd curled in on himself, so still he could have been a statue beside me instead of a person. I let out a long, shaky breath as my heart clenched in a different way.
"Daryl," I whispered. "Hey, babe. Daryl."
He shuddered, and that small noise of fear and pain slipped from him again. I couldn't stand it. I reached for him, stroking a hand gently down his arm, even though I knew what the consequences could be.
He moved like a snake striking, going from curled and still to pinning me down on the bed, hand up and at my throat as if he pressed a knife to it. He wasn't holding one, however, and I stayed still, speaking in a soft, soothing tone.
"Daryl. Babe. You were having a nightmare, that's all. It's safe."
His eyes cleared, then filled with shame and regret as he released me, shifting to the side of the bed with his head in his hands. He'd been a snake a moment ago, but now he moved as if every muscle of his body ached.
I slipped from the bed, going to his side and dropping to my knees in front of him. I took his hands in mine, tilting his chin to look in my eyes when he started to turn away. "Daryl. Talk to me, babe."
"'M sorry."
"I know. It's not like I don't try to take you out when the same thing happens. Remember that black eye I gave you, the first night we were together after Negan? I know the risks of waking you up, but I can't stand seeing you when they hit," I admitted.
A ghost of a smile had flitted over his lips at the mention of the black eye incident, but it faded rapidly into the self-recrimination that struck him so often. His shoulders had hunched in, a posture I only ever saw these days in moments like this.
I caressed his cheek and he leaned into my palm, pressing a kiss to it as his eyes closed. "Don't deserve ya, baby."
"Shut up. You'll piss off the magic rocks."
That got a chuckle from him, and I smirked when he rolled his eyes. "Ain't magic. Just rocks, woman."
"Hey, they've protected us plenty," I protested, the old jokes comfortingly familiar.
"Only 'cause ya threw 'em hard enough."
I snorted. "One time. Only one time did I throw any of my crystals at someone, Daryl Dixon."
He was smiling now, his eyes holding more humor than angsty regret. "Once's enough."
"The love rock worked, too," I reminded him softly.
He tugged me to him, gathering me into his arms. Halfway in his lap, he turned us both so we leaned against the headboard, never once letting me go. "Yeah, it did," he agreed, kissing my forehead even as he began playing with my hair. "Still sorry."
"Stop," I said mildly. "Tell me about it?"
"Just- days gone by, ya know? Shit from before, shit from the cell. Think Beth was there, an' I couldn't get to her, and ya were screamin', and just- the usual. My daddy was there, too."
"That was a dozy."
His scoff was, as usual, eloquent. "Yeah. Should go back to sleep, baby. I's fine now."
"In a minute," I agreed, fingers now moving over his chest. "I'm doing something."
He paused, confusion apparent, then chuckled. "That sleep shit?"
"Maybe." It was, in fact, 'that sleep shit', just idly sketching the sleep rune on his skin with my fingertips, but I did one for protection as well. "Gotta find us a dream catcher next supply run."
"Shit, baby. Why?"
"To keep the nightmares away for us both." It wouldn't work, not completely. Nothing could keep what we'd seen out of our minds, our memories. No magic, no belief, no crystals or talismans or tokens could do that.
They might have been days gone by, the ones where I'd almost lost him were still fresh. Old wounds would heal, for the most part, but they never truly went away. Not completely.
Daryl moved like a snake again, but this time the rush through my body as he pinned me against the pillows wasn't fear. He stared down into my eyes, his body a warm, familiar weight pressing into mine, and my fingers kept moving along his skin. This time, there wasn't a purpose to them other than touch, than want, than need.
"Don't need 'em kept away. Gonna come, no matter what we do," he said softly, an echo of my own thought. His lips brushed against mine, once, twice, then stayed for something deeper. "Long as I wake up with ya near, I can handle 'em. Anything else, too."
"Sappy," I murmured against his lips.
He snorted. "Stop."
"Yeah? Make me."
"Don't need a fuckin' rock fer that, do I?"
I was still laughing when he kissed me again, sending the laughter to breathlessness of a different sort. Both were perfect, I thought as I began to lose myself into him. Both made magic of their own, and these were the days I'd remember, when they'd gone by like the others.
Summary: Dean gets some news that leaves him in shock.
Pairing: Dean x Reader (no y/n - Dean's POV)
Warnings: None. Angst. Fluff.
Word Count: 1,508
A/N: This fic is for @impala-dreamer's amazing, Through His Eyes - Dean Winchester Writing Challenge. This was something I had simmering in my brain since I saw the prompt I chose, which is the title - Always, Probably. I hope you enjoy!!
Well, I could not have handled that worse, not if I planned for months. Dean thought as he plunked himself back down on the library chair, resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head into his hands. I always say the wrong thing.
He knew he had to fix this, knew he’d screwed up, but those were only two of the thoughts swirling like a storm through his mind. Some of the thoughts were screaming at him, some were just whispered taunts. But all of them were telling him one simple truth.
He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be a father.
That thought sliced through all the others until it was the only thing being chanted in his brain.
I'll break them, wreck them…
...or watch them be destroyed.
He felt sick to his stomach as he thought of all the monsters, gods, and demons that would salivate over the idea of ripping apart a baby Winchester just for the satisfaction of watching Dean bleed out over the loss.
And what on earth could he teach a kid? How to behead a vamp? How to shoot straight? He had no real smarts or skills. He was a soldier, a grunt. He had no life lessons or wisdom to pass on, just a lot of broken shards of a fucked up childhood and the endless, dragging chains forged from forty plus years of trauma.
He had no home for a family, no picket fence or lush green lawn - no bright yellow sun in the corner of the paper.
The bunker’s home.
The thought seemed to creep in under all the others, and he fought it back. Ridiculous. The bunker wasn’t a home to raise a kid in. It was a bunker for fuck’s sake. Where was the kid supposed to play or run around? And were they just supposed to bring friends home to their underground lair?
It was all insane. This couldn’t be happening.
And yet, it is.
The same voice was back, her voice, cutting through the noise in his brain, her voice offering suggestions, possibilities for how they could make it work.
Look buddy, this is happening. A baby will be here in about nine months. So, what are you gonna do about it? Sit here whining and complaining, or be a man about it and come fix what you broke in me?
Dean grimaced as an image of her face floated to him. When she’d started out telling him, there was hope in her eyes, tremulous hope maybe, but it was definitely there. But the longer he'd just stared at her silently, the more it faded.
Then he watched it shatter completely when he finally spoke. “You’re not keeping it, though.”
It was ostensibly a question, since he knew the choice was hers, but he spoke with surety, asking not out of curiosity, but clarification. Okay, pregnant yes, but baby, no.
Her bright, warm eyes grew cold and she turned her head away from him, trying to hide her pain. “Yes. I am.”
Panic had risen immediately and turned his tongue sharp and stupid. “Well, you can’t keep it here.” He’d said, meaning that it wasn’t safe for babies there, not safe for a baby anywhere in their life. But of course, that isn’t what she heard.
Her back straightened and her eyes narrowed as she looked back at him. “I never said I planned on keeping it anywhere near here. Look, I told you because you had the right to know. But if you have no interest in this baby or in-” Her words faltered slightly. “Or in me, then that’s fine, Dean. I’ll be out tomorrow morning and you won’t have to worry about either of us again.”
She was handing him a lifeline, giving him a chance to pull back his words and callousness, but he couldn’t take it; he just let himself drown as she turned and walked away.
What the fuck am I going to do now?
An hour or more went by before he heard movement nearby and finally raised his head out of his hands. She stood silently, with a bag in her hand.
She looked surprised, shifting from foot to foot nervously. “I thought you’d,” she cleared her throat, “I thought you would've gone to bed by now. Or, left the bunker.”
Dean stared at the old, battered, leather suitcase she carried. “No, but it looks like you are.” He said, hating the accusation in his voice, as though he had the right.
She seemed to agree with his sentiment because her eyes burned as she glared at him. “Yes. I am leaving now. I was going to wait until morning, but I realized there was no point.”
Dean stood suddenly, his legs protesting slightly after sitting in the same position for so long. He had no idea what he was planning; after hours of screaming, taunting, arguing voices in his mind, now everything was silent. His thoughts had scattered and he was working purely on instinct as he strode towards her.
He grabbed her shoulders and hauled her up against him, slamming his mouth down on hers. She gave a squeak of surprise and then let him kiss her. When he pulled away, her eyes remained closed. A tear leaked from beneath her lashes as she spoke.
“A goodbye kiss?”
Dean thumbed the tear away. “No. An apology kiss.” He put his hand to her cheek and she finally opened her eyes. A smidgen of her former hope could be found in the depths of her gaze as she looked up at him.
“An apology?”
Dean dropped his hands and moved away from her. “Yeah. I’m sorry for being such a complete and utter asshole.”
The faint ghost of a smile appeared on her face. “That’s a good start.”
Dean let out a frustrated huff and turned away from her to lean on the library table. “I am sorry, but I’m…I still don’t know how the hell we can…I mean…”
His shoulders sagged and his head drooped as he braced his arms on the table. His voice was defeated and quiet. “I’m gonna break them. I’m gonna break you. I destroy the people in my life.”
The air was still for a moment before he felt her come up beside him and then he heard the bag hit the floor. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her cheek against his bent shoulder.
“Dean, you know that isn’t true. Deep down, you must know.” She pressed her lips to his bicep and from the corner of his eye he could see her staring at his profile. “You don’t create the monsters in your life.”
He felt his chest tighten. “But they’re still there.”
He felt her nod. “Yeah, and they are scary, there’s no doubt. But we can fight them together. We’re both damn good hunters, and we happen to have a whole army of allies and friends, family, who will protect this little one with their life, you know they will.”
Her words loosely stitched together the gaping, terrifying chasm of fear in his stomach and he stood up straight, turning to look at her.
“I didn’t mean what I said. I mean, I didn’t mean it the way it came out. But you should probably be aware that I’m gonna…I mean, if we’re gonna have a kid and gonna give it a go, I figure you should probably know I’m always gonna say the wrong thing.” He squinted and then nodded. “Probably.”
He took her hand and brought it to his mouth. “But please don’t go.”
Tears overflowed her bottom lashes, and Dean pressed his lips softly to hers, allowing the saltiness to flavor their kiss.
They stood, foreheads pressed together, for a long time before Dean finally spoke again, in a whisper he wasn’t sure he wanted her to hear. “I’m so scared, baby.”
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and he folded her up in his. “Me too.” She spoke quietly, but he could hear the fear in her voice and it made him feel better, to know he wasn’t alone in it.
“But, I love you.” She said it quickly, maybe trying to lessen the weight of the words she’d never said before. “And I believe in you. And I believe in me. Will you believe in us too?”
He nodded, trying hard to will that belief into existence. “Yeah, I will.”
Her voice was hesitant. “And do you…do you love me too?”
He sighed and spoke nonchalantly, even though his heart was pounding hard against his ribs. He knew she could feel it. “Always, probably. I mean, I think I always have, and I probably always will.”
Her voice was teary as she laughed. “See, you don’t always say the wrong thing.”
As he pulled back so he could kiss her again, the monsters were still there in his head - a million voices screaming at him that he was lying, that she was lying, there was no way they could do this, no way he could do this.
But he closed his eyes, held her tighter, and strangled the monsters into silence. He was good at killing monsters.
Amazing Amazing writter! I love her Shane Walsh and Daryl Dixon series! Probably one of mt favorite writers for that fandom! Reading Arrows in Ink and Only Lovers Left Alive again right now. Brilliant!!
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For @narcosfandomdiscord Book of Balancing In Between: Fanwork whose setting is in a liminal space (i chose the carniceria after-hours)
Warnings: 18+, language, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, reader is the oldest Reyes sister
Word Count: 2k
A/N: MAAAAAAAAN it's been a while since i've written for Bishop and i simply just love giving him complicated relationships with Reyes Women.
You knew better than to sit with your back to the door no matter where you were or what time it was. But, after how the last few weeks had gone you were too tired to think about it. You were too tired to think about it, it was two in the morning, and out of all the places in the world to sit with your back to the door you figured that Felipe’s shop was one of the safest. So there you were, camped out at one of the small tables inside the shop with your back to the door.
It'd been a long time since you made a point to notice the sound of motorcycle engines. It was like having the fan on at home or the window down in the car as you drove, noise that you heard but never really listened to. The sound of the bike engine went in one ear and right out the other, but the shifting lights and shadows of the singular headlight coming through the front windows of the shop are what caught your attention. Then you heard the rest of it.
Taking a deep breath, you wiped at the tears in your eyes, the ones smeared across your cheekbones. Raking your fingers back along the sides of your head, you tried to take breaths deep enough to get your heartrate and your breathing back on track.
The sound of the engine went away, the light streaming through the window went away too and sent all of the shadows running with it. You sat perfectly still, and within seconds, right on cue, the bells above the door chimed as someone pushed it open.
The pacing of his strides gave it away before he even opened his mouth to speak. “Shouldn’t turn your back on the bad guys, querida,” he said, resting his hand on your shoulder.
Something about the feeling of the callouses on his palm against the exposed skin of your shoulder was more comforting than usual. Reaching up, you threaded your fingers with his. “Only bad guys who come here tend to be pretty good to me, so I think I’ll be alright.”
His hand fell away from your shoulder as he walked to sit across from you, and you begrudgingly let his hand slip out of yours. Leaning back in the chair, you watched as Bishop sat down across from you. Once he sat, he immediately leaned forward onto the table, hands resting in the center of it close enough for you to hold if you wanted to.
There was something so familiar about the way he looked in the patchy light coming through the windows from the streetlamps outside. It reminded you of when you’d first met, first really gotten to know each other. A lot had changed since then, and it reminded you of all that too.
“What’re you doing here, Obispo?” you asked, mirroring his position but not taking his hands in yours again just yet.
“You weren’t home,” he offered up simply.
You chuckled. “And why were you—”
“Because you didn’t stop by the clubhouse.” He pulled his phone from his kutte and tossed it onto the table. “And you didn’t answer your phone.”
Tears were gathering in your eyes again but you still smiled at him. “Something going on that I should know about, then?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
Bishop looked at you, studied the expression on your face. He could see the puffiness of your eyes, the way that the tears beginning to creep over the edge were not the first ones that you’d shed for the night. He saw the tiredness in your eyes, even though only the smallest traces of light were hitting your face.
“Why here?” he asked, completely avoiding your question.
“What?”
He made a tiny gesture, a flick of his hand motioning to the expanse of the shop. “Why do you end up here at three in the morning when shit goes sideways?”
You chuckled. “It’s only two in the morning, first of all.”
“You know—”
You pointed to his kutte. “Can I?”
There was a pause, and the look on Bishop’s face let you know that he was contemplating holding out on you until he got some answers from you, but he’d never been good at turning you away. Reaching back into his kutte, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. You watched as he went through the motions that were so second-nature to him now, placing it between his lips and sparking the lighter, waiting to make sure it’d catch. He pulled one drag off of it before holding it out to you. You let your fingers touch for a second longer than necessary before taking it.
The inhale that you took off the cigarette in your hand was the steadiest one that you’d taken for most of the night. You tried to savor it, the steadiness and the burn you felt. Closing your eyes, you let your breath sneak back out one calculated centimeter at a time.
Finally opening your eyes again, you found Bishop still staring at you, that same unique mix of anger and concern in his eyes that never truly seemed to go away. “The worst thing happened here,” you said, quieter than you intended.
Bishop’s frown deepened in a way you didn’t know was physically possible. Nodding, he kept his voice just as quiet as yours as he said, “I know.”
You brought the cigarette back to your lips for a moment to buy you some time. “So now, when other bad things happen, sometimes I’ll come here. Get some perspective…or some shit like that.”
The tacked-on ending got weary but genuine chuckles out of both of you. “Right. Some shit like that.” Bishop took a moment to light up a cigarette of his own. “Still don’t like it.”
You hummed in amusement. “You don’t have to.”
“I do if you’re gonna keep comin’ here.”
“Only if you’re gonna keep comin’ after me.”
It was a sweet moment, one of small smiles and tendrils of smoke making it even harder to get a clear picture. But you each knew how the other looked even in pitch black darkness. There was a warmth about it, separate from the scorch down the back of your throat. You almost wanted to reach out with your free hand to take his.
But then the moment passed. Pressing the knuckle of your thumb across your brow, you asked, “So, did you come hunt me down tonight to tell me something that I already know?”
His expression faltered. “I didn’t think—”
“You didn’t think I would’ve known by now that my brother got shot?” Ash fell from your cigarette onto the table, a mess you’d be sure to clean before Felipe found his way back to the shop again. “You didn’t think that between the hospital, and his girlfriend, and my other brother that’s part of your fucking club,” your palm slammed down on the tabletop, causing it to rattle, “You didn’t think that with all of that, I wouldn’t find out?”
“Querida, I—”
“Ah-ah,” you shook your head. “You didn’t come here to break the news to me, Obispo. When you called me a few hours ago? That was to try and break the news. And you were still too late on that, by the way. But the rest of it? Showing up to my house? Here? You only go that far when you know you’re up shit creek with no fucking paddle in sight.”
Neither of you said anything then. The longer you looked at Bishop, the less you felt that you knew what he was thinking. If tradition held, he was probably trying to come up with excuses for a few things: why EZ got shot, why he wasn’t the one to tell you, and why there wasn’t blood running down the streets of Santo Padre yet. You didn’t need the laundry list for it all, but you’d played games like this with him enough now to at least be curious about the answers.
The same thing happened when you found out Ezekiel had killed a cop and was going to prison, and when Angel was joining the club, then again when Angel was looking down the pipe at eighteen months in Chino, then again when you heard that not only was Ezekiel getting out of prison, but he was getting out of prison and funneling himself right into the club alongside his brother. The same song and dance again and again over the years, and to think that neither of you would’ve had to learn the steps if Bishop hadn’t found you here, alone in the shop in the middle of the night, scrubbing at the floor because you were convinced that the last of your mother’s blood still hadn’t been washed away after the police department left.
Clearing his throat, he started again. “I didn’t think that you should be alone.” He paused, waiting for you to start right up again. When you didn’t, he continued, but tentatively. “I’m sorry that you head to hear it from…” he trailed off, realizing that you hadn’t said through which avenue you found out.
“Gaby,” you filled in the blank, shaking your head as you remembered the sheer terror in her voice.
“I’m sorry about that.” He sounded genuine as he was saying it. Before the scoff in the base of your throat could make its way out, he said, “I am. But would hearing it from me have felt any better? Would you have ended up,” he gestured to the carnicería with both hands this time, “anywhere else?”
You chuckled, a bitter sound. “You almost had a decent apology going for a second there.”
He took a deep breath, and you could see it on his face that he was actively fighting the urge to say the first thing that came to his mind. “I am sorry. And I am fucking here. And if you ask me to do something for you right now, I’ll do it.” He waited for you to look him in the eyes again. “What do you want right now?”
Pulling every last bit you could from your cigarette, you snubbed it out. Smoke cascaded from between your lips as you sighed. Leaning forward, you dropped your head into your hands as you tried to wrap your head around Bishop’s question, about what your answer to it was.
“Where’s Ezekiel?” you asked.
“Out of town. Gaby’s with him.”
You nodded, hands dropping back to the tabletop. “Right.”
He covered one of your hands with his. “What do you want right now?”
You focused on the warmth seeping from his palm into the top of your hand. You zeroed in on the way he dragged the pad of his thumb across your knuckles. Looking at his face, you felt yourself getting pulled underneath the waves of desperation in his eyes. He always looked so sad, and so earnest about it. And the undertow of it all always seemed to get you.
Turning your hand, you interlocked it with his. “I don’t know.”
“Thought this place was supposed to give you some perspective?” he asked, a twinge of a smile on his face.
It got you to laugh if nothing else. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you said, “Maybe I just gotta sit here a little longer.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
He squeezed your hand before standing up. You tilted your head to the side as you watched him walk deeper into the shop. “What’re you doing?”
He crumbled the last of his cigarette into the small trash can by the bookshelf. Picking it up, he brought it over to the table where the two of you were sitting. “Cleaning this up before you forget,” he said as he swiped the butt of your cigarette and the ashes from it into the trash can. Once he brought it back to its rightful spot, he sat down across from you again. “And I’ll sit with you.” He watched as the tears started welling in your eyes again. “And I’ll bring you home before Felipe comes back.”
You managed a smile, and despite all the mess and the hurt, you felt a little bit of relief at his offer. Nodding, you gave a soft but sincere, “Thank you.”
He took your hand in his. “Whatever you need.”
(divider by @silkholland 💞)
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Summary: The reader wakes up during a hunt one morning with a strange new ability. She can read Dean’s mind. As she discovers some secrets about him, she tries to get herself back to normal without him realizing what’s happening…
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 7,200ish
Warnings: language, implied smut, dirty thoughts
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
A/N: This series is complete? Maybe? Might bring this one back sometime…
Summary: The reader and brothers try to figure out a cure to get Dean out of the reader’s mind but all of Dean’s dirty thinking might end up being useful…
Warnings: talk of meal plan (obvi), eating disorder tendencies, vomitting, unhealthy relationship, body insecurity, manipulation
Summary: You are so happy to return to the set of Supernatural and film with your best friends, Jared and Jensen. You feel and look great, although your boyfriend Jeff begs to differ. Jensen soon finds out about the unhealthy ways you have been losing weight.
A/N: Hey, y’all! This is my first Jensen fic, let me know what you think!!
You couldn’t help that you had a bounce in your step as you made your way onto the lot. The hiatus was finally over, and it was time to start filming. You had been on Supernatural for a little over three seasons now, playing a badass hunter that had teamed up with the Winchesters. It was the job you had always dreamed about.
Summary: Sam and Dean come home one day and find Y/N breaking down. Rushing to her aid, they soon find out what is making her so upset. That morning she was pregnant…
A/N: Sup my peeps, I haven’t been posting much cause I’ve been working on a series. This week I’m gonna be working more on one shots, so if you have any requests message me or send an ask!
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As soon as the bunker’s front door swung open, Dean and Sam could hear the sounds of your screams and objects crashing. Both brothers grabbed their guns, releasing the safety and running in the direction of the noises. It led them straight to your room, the door wide open. Expecting to see a monster, the brothers were shocked to see it was just you in the room. Coming out of you was a sound that brought chills to Sam and Dean, it was some mix between a scream and a wail. Tears streaming down your face, you were throwing every object within arm’s reach into the wall across from you.
square filled: Mistletoe
ship: Castiel x Reader
rating: General
ao3 link: Christmas Cupid
tags: fluff, mistletoe, matchmaker Dean
summary: Castiel is oblivious, y/n is shy, Dean gets tired of waiting for them to make their moves.
word count: 508
written for @spnaubingo
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“Why are you hanging that in the doorway?” Cas’ head tilted in confusion.
“It’s mistletoe, dude. Check any of a thousand of the pop culture references Metatron put in your head.” Dean flicked the plant, watching it swing and insuring it was securely attached.
“Who are you trying to kiss?”
“Me? Nobody. I don’t need mistletoe to get some sugar, but other folks might need some help.” Dean smirked, grabbing the angel’s upper arms and moving him to stand in the doorway. “Do me a favor, Cas, and don’t move.” Castiel nodded and Dean took off down the hallway.
Castiel stood awkwardly in the kitchen doorway until y/n appeared at the other end of the hall. She swallowed when she saw him, then averted her eyes. She never maintained eye contact with him, barely able to keep up a conversation with the angel. Anyone paying even a small amount of attention could tell she was carrying a massive torch for Cas. Of course, Cas wasn’t paying attention.
She walked up to the kitchen, timidly. “Excuse me, Castiel. Can you please move? Dean asked me to make a pot of coffee.”
“Dean asked me not to move.”
“Oh.” Y/n’s cheeks heated with embarrassment as she realized Dean set her up. “Can you turn so I can get past, then?” Cas nodded and turned, letting y/n into the doorway, but instead of letting her continue into the kitchen, he stopped her, pushing her gently into the door frame.
He pointed above their heads and her eyes went wide at the realization. “Custom dictates we kiss if we’re both under the mistletoe at the same time.”
“Uh… but… that’s human custom, so you don’t-” Castiel cut her off by leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. Sensing her knees going weak, he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her against his body, grunting when she let out a mewling noise at the action. When he pulled back from the kiss, he didn’t release her, looking down at her with lust-blown blue eyes. Her breathing was heavy, a look of shock etched into her face. “Cas, I-”
“Should’ve said something, y/n. I am attracted to you, as well.”
“What?” Y/n squeaked.
“I thought you disliked me because you never seemed to enjoy being around me. Now, I see you were uncomfortable because you were trying to hide infatuation.” Her mouth dropped open in shock. “Can I kiss you again?”
She nodded, snaking her arms up to wrap them around his neck. “Please.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again.
“Merry Christmas!” Dean yelled from down the hall.
Castiel shook his head as he pulled back. She bit her lip and looked down the hall to see Sam and Dean staring at them, smirks on their faces. “Thank you, Dean,” she said, quietly.
“What?” Dean yelled.
“She said, ‘Merry Christmas’, Dean.” Castiel answered, before pressing his lips to hers again, grabbing y/n’s hand and guiding her down the hallway away from the Winchesters.
Sumarry: In a witch hunt that went horribly wrong, the reader goes to another universe, where her life is just an act, (and where the handsome green-eyed hunter she has a crush on doesn't hate her), desperate, she tries to return home, but does she really want to?
4. The abyss ➝ 6. Salem!
Warning; Reader forgetting, swear words (few), Salem, References to Just Add Magic, more?
A/N: English ins't my fist language, bad English, sorry. There may still be some errors, sorry again. If you have an idea and want me to add it to the story, send me a message with your idea and I will be happy to make it happen.😊 Constructive criticism and supportive messages are always welcome, it motivates me to keep writing.
I could finally breathe.
I opened my eyes quickly and sat up.
I was still in the room, looking around I could see that it was almost morning.
"2:59 AM." - I whispered to myself. "Was it all a dream?"
I felt tears falling.
I was crying...
I got up from the bed, my body moving on its own, receiving no command from me no matter how hard I tried.
I was in front of his door, I could tell after giving up trying to get my body back into my own bed.
I knocked softly on his door, it was silent, he probably won't open it.
"Sweetheart? What are you doing here at 3:00 in the morning?" - He said with a yawn, his eyes wide open, and hair messy, but he soon woke up after seeing that I was crying. - What happened, Sweetheart? Why are you crying?.
I just looked at him, I couldn't speak, he just pulled me into his arms, he mumbled something that I couldn't understand because my sobs were too loud to hear anything else.
He closed the door behind him, still with me in his arms and laid me down on his bed, whispering sweet, soft words in my ear, gently stroking my hair and hugging me in the most loving way possible.
You're right Salem, maybe I want to stay here, but it's wrong, I can't take him away from her, I had a family in another universe, I loved them, and I know they love me too, even though one of them doesn't, and I know they're looking for a way to get me out of here.
I couldn't be selfish like that...
...
I had finally fallen asleep after a few minutes, but I had woken up, it was 5:21 in the morning, I was curled up with Jensen, his warmth against mine made me want to stay here forever. Always in this world.
I'm going to enjoy it a little...
...
I could feel him playing with my hair, trying his best not to wake me up, but he failed.
"Morning." - I murmured against his chest.
"Hey, morning sweetheart." - He said in his highly attractive husky voice. "Do you feel better?" - He asked.
I mumbled in response, still not wanting to leave his embrace, but I needed to, shit why couldn't I be selfish for once in my life?
I moved away from him and sat on the bed, he did the same, gently placing his hand on my back, caressing.
"You want to talk?" - He asked softly.
"It was a nightmare, that's all." - I looked him in the eyes, trying not to show that I was lying.
He just nodded and kissed my temple before getting up from the bed, he said something like go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast and left.
Eclipsa entered Jensen's room, trying to get my attention, I smiled and caught her hugging her as if it were the last time I would see her.
She meowed in response, as if she was saying everything was okay and that she was here.
...
Jensen and I thought it was better to enjoy the day at home, he wouldn't leave me alone for a second, not that I was complaining... he was worried, I know.
"Here it is." - He said, entering the room with a huge bucket of popcorn and beers.
I looked at him tenderly as a way of thanking him, and he gave me a charming smile.
He sat next to me and covered himself with the blanket we were sharing.
My heart raced with his presence so close to me, his cologne drove me crazy. What is happening?
"What it was?" - He said with a mouth full of popcorn, still looking at the film in front of us.
It was like it was Dean here.
Wait... who is Dean?
"Nothing... just thinking about how grateful I am to have you here with me." -I rested my head on his shoulder, and he put his left arm around my shoulder.
"All for you, Sweetheart." - He whispered and kissed the top of my head.
I just stayed there in his arms, until I fell asleep, I could feel him carrying me to his room.
He laid me down and lay down hugging me.
"Night, Sweetheart." - He whispered, I just snuggled up to him in response.
...
It's 5 am, Jensen was still sleeping and Eclipsa was on top of me staring at me, I could feel her calling me. I whispered to Jensen that I would go to the bathroom and come back soon, since he is a light sleeper, he mumbled something I didn't understand and turned away.
When I got up from the bed Eclipsa came out of the room, I was right behind her, she took me to the room where there was a black cat, its eyes were red and its tail was pointy. I felt like I knew this cat from somewhere, but where?
The cat just stared at me and somehow I realized he looked scared.
"You're forgetting... just like I said..." - The cat said.
The cat spoke.
The...
Cat...
Spoke...
I panicked and was going to scream but he was faster and mumbled unknown words that kept me silent.
:Stay calm, silly girl." - He said getting closer, but I backed away. - "Just follow me."
I followed him and stopped in the kitchen, I saw him mumbling some things and I could feel something in me.
"You can talk now, but without scandals I just want to help." - He said calmly.
"Help with what?" - I asked
"To remember, silly girl. " - He said. - "I thought I had more time..." - He muttered to himself, but I had heard.
Remember? Remember what?
Next thing I know, I was cooking with an old book, the cat said just follow the instructions.
The recipe is called Memory Enhancing Macaroons, it's also a riddle that I have no idea how to solve.
When all your memories are blank, it'll come back and macarons are to thank.
That's what the book says.
I just shrug and get all the necessary ingredients.
"1 ¾ cups powdered sugar, 1 cup almond flour, finely ground, 1 teaspoon Livonian salt, divided (which the cat gave me to make this recipe) ,3 egg whites, at room temperature, ¼ cup granulated sugar, ½ teaspoon vanilla extract, 2 drops pink gel food coloring, 1 cup unsalted butter, 2 sticks, at room temperature, 3 tablespoons heavy cream." - I mutter to myself to check if everything was ok. - "Okay, now it's time to do it."
I take a deep breath and place the powdered sugar, almond flour and ½ teaspoon of Livonian salt in the bowl of a food processor and process on low speed until extra fine.
I sifted the almond flour mixture through a fine mesh sieve into a large bowl.
Beat 3 egg whites and remaining ½ teaspoon salt in an electric mixer until soft peaks form. I gradually added the granulated sugar until it is fully incorporated. I continued beating until firm peaks formed, I turned the bowl upside down and it didn't fall, so it's good.
I added the vanilla and beat until combined, I also added the food coloring and beat until well combined. I added about ⅓ of the sifted almond flour mixture at a time to the beaten egg whites and used a spatula gently until combined.
After the last addition of almond flour, I continued to mix slowly until the dough came together in ribbons and I can make a figure 8 while holding the spatula up.
Transfer the macaron dough to a pastry bag with a round tip.
I placed 4 dots of dough in each corner of a rimmed baking sheet and placed a piece of parchment paper on top, using the dough to help adhere the parchment paper to the pan.
I placed the macarons on the baking paper in 3 cm circles, with a space of at least 2 cm between them.
I tapped the pan on a flat kitchen surface 5 times to release any air bubbles.
I let the macarons sit at room temperature for 30 minutes to 1 hour, until they are dry to the touch. I preheated the oven to 150˚C (300˚F).
I set a timer to let me know when it was time to bake, and while I waited, I went back to the room where Jensen was sitting on the bed with his laptop on his lap, he was wearing glasses and still looked sleepy.
"Hey, where were you?" - He saw me standing in the doorway.
"Cooking." - I shrugged.
I spent those 1h30min talking to him, when it was time to bake the macarons, I asked for permission and he asked me to keep it for him, I laughed and said I couldn't promise anything, he laughed in response.
I Baked the macarons for 17 minutes, until the feet are well risen and the macarons no longer stick to the baking paper.
Transfer the macarons to a wire rack to cool completely before filling.
I made the butter cream which just beats the butter with a mixer for 1 minute until it's light and fluffy. I sifted the icing sugar and beat until completely incorporated. I added the vanilla and beat to combine.
I added the cream, 1 tablespoon at a time, and beat to combine, until it reached the consistency I want. Transfer the buttercream to a piping bag fitted with a round tip.
I added a dollop of buttercream to a macaron shell. I topped it with another macaron shell to create a sandwich. Repeat with remaining macaron shells and buttercream.
I placed it in an airtight container for 24 hours to “bloom”.
Now is just wait...
"I'll be back in 24 hours and you'll eat the macaron, I need you to remember." - He said heading towards the living room, he turned to me before saying something. - "When you remember, you will decide what you want, but remember there will be consequences." - He said before disappearing into thin air.
What the fuck?
I sighed and saw Eclipsa on the sofa sleeping peacefully, I smiled and went back to Jensen's room where he was still in the same position, but when he saw me he smiled and silently asked me to go back there.
I was falling in love with my best friend...
I went towards him and sat down on the bed with him. He came closer and said he was going to show a movie and that we were just going to stay there. I still didn't feel better about the nightmare I had, I didn't remember what happened, but I knew that every time I thought about it my heart hurt and my mind asked to remember.
Remember what?
I don't know...
...
It was already early in the morning, Jensen and I were still in the room, but we went out every now and then to take a shower or get takeout food.
We were marathoning some random series he had put on, I wasn't paying attention because my mind was still wandering to those macarons and what that talking cat was saying.
"I think it's time for bed..." Jensen said, and I just looked at him as if he said no. - "Don't look at me like that, you weren't even watching and I'm sleepy."
I looked at him in understanding and he turned off the laptop and we lay down, I was still sleeping in his room, and I didn't want to go back to my room, I feel something pulling me towards him. He put his arm around me and pulled me in, kissed the top of my head and we fell asleep.
To mean...
He slept.
I was still lost in thought.
...
5am.
The perfect time.
Jensen luckily was facing the other side, in an almost deep sleep because he was snoring lightly.
I got out of bed and quickly went towards the kitchen where the pot of Macarons that I had made the previous morning was in the middle of the counter, the cat was sitting next to it.
We didn't say a word, I just went there, opened the jar and ate a piece of the Macarons.
Memoirs.
Memories I had forgotten.
That I said I couldn't forget.
They came back.
I looked at the cat who was looking at me with hope in his eyes.
"I remember." - I whispered. - "What's going on, Salem?"
Call My Name (Soldier Boy) - Grace Mallory, the Boys, and the government have all warily agreed to your plan to take down Homelander. There’s just one more person to add to the operation, the very person who is necessary for any measure of the plan’s success. Can you convince him to join the team and help you defeat Homelander once and for all?
Keep Me Inside (Soldier Boy) - When you took a job at Vought International to pay the bills, you never could have imagined just how much your life was about to change. Especially when you catch the eye of a certain Supe.
Only Ever Holding Onto You (Beau Arlen) - When Beau Arlen called and asked you to join him at the Lewis & Clark County Sheriff’s Department, you knew you should have turned him down. Sure, he made a great case for your relocation, but it was the sound of his voice that had you putting in for an immediate transfer. After all, he was worried and needed you; how could you say no? Yet, the more time you spend in Big Sky Country, the more you wonder if you should have stayed in Houston.
The Ghosts Are Coming For You (Beau Arlen) - When you moved to Montana, you figured you’d be in for a much quieter, more slow-paced lifestyle compared to the big city one you had left behind. Meeting Lewis and Clark County’s youngest sheriff while working a string of murders in your new position in Homicide turns out to be anything but — especially when things start to hit a little too close to home and remind you of things you thought you’d left buried long ago.
A Twist of Fate (Beau Arlen) coming soon
Closer (Russell Shaw x Female!Reader) - Now that Russell knows the truth about you, there isn’t anything he won’t do to try to get you out. Even if it means he might have to move up the timeline of his exit strategy earlier than planned.
Follow Me Into the Dark (Dean Winchester) - Tragedy has struck in your life, quickly and without warning, leaving you completely devastated. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Dean Winchester rolls into town and he and his brother are starting to ask questions. Questions that you are not prepared to answer though you have a question of your own: just what the hell is Dean doing darkening your doorstep again?
i need your hand but i don't want to burn it (Beau Arlen) - You receive a phone call letting you know a family member has passed. The news rocks your world, especially when you find yourself flying back home for the services, returning to a place you’d rather forget. As your best friend, Beau is trying to be there for you but you’re determined to go it alone. But since you’ve known him, when has Beau Arlen ever not had your back?
i want better for you...what's better for you than me? (Jensen Ackles RPF) - Your heart is broken and you’re currently going through a divorce that didn’t have to happen. Will you give Jensen the chance to explain everything that came about from that one night in Rome when you weren’t there?
if you love me (don't let go) (Beau Arlen) coming soon
Nothing But Killing Time (Alec McDowell) - Manticore has recaptured you and this time, you've been assigned a breeding partner. From the moment you meet, it's evident that neither you nor X5-494 have anything in mind other than a means of escape. Can you two come up with a plan together to break out and reclaim your freedom? Or will Manticore come between you and shatter the fragile trust you've built?
Their Silent Thunder Matches Mine (Beau x Cassie) - After a night of drinking and her walls coming down, Cassie makes a decision that could have repercussions on both of her friendships with Beau and Jenny.
You Know What You're Here For (Multiple Pairings - Big Sky) - Sometimes the pace in Helena slows down and when it does, other things can happen. (aka I came in and smutted up the place in Big Sky) (moved to AO3)
Close Enough (Russell Shaw) - When you’d met the Shaws at the morgue the day before, you thought that had been the end of it and you wouldn’t need to see one Shaw brother in particular again. Little did you know that Colter was about to once again ask for your help and not only would you be forced to see Russell again but things were about to change drastically for the both of you.
Come Pick Up Your Ghosts (Jensen Ackles RPF) - Jensen left a little…something behind on his last visit when he was in town. Something you are urgently asking him to come back and retrieve so you can know peace once more.
Giving In (Character x Reader) - You’ve finally given in to what you’ve wanted all this time but will it be enough?
i won't let you go (CJ Braxton) - When Jen breaks CJ’s heart, though you hadn’t planned on it, her loss quickly becomes your gain and so much more.
Let Me In Or Let It Drown (Rebecca Jessel) - A missing moment between Rebecca and Peter once Viola’s spell was broken and all of the souls at Bly Manor are free (moved to AO3)
Let Me Set Your World on Fire (Michael!Dean) - While on a hunt, you all get stuck in an abandoned cabin in the woods due to a snowstorm that comes out of nowhere. It’s cold as hell (Cas’ fact checking not withstanding) and both you and Dean are trying to fight off the icy temperatures. When Cas offers his coat to Dean, in usual Michael fashion, the archangel offers you something bigger and more to his liking than a simple article of clothing to keep you warm.
Moving Forward Little By Little (Bobby Reyes) - You knew you shouldn’t have let him in that first night he showed up with alcohol in hand to talk about Jamie. But you had and now your partner never fails to show up at your door. The bad thing is, you don’t really want him to stop though you know you should.
nothing to win and nothing left to lose (Jake Gray) coming soon
Off Limits (Russell Shaw) - When Reenie sends you to assist Colter with whatever he needs after getting arrested for breaking into a morgue in Virginia, you meet his older brother Russell for the first time. There’s some flirting and definitely a mutual attraction there before you Colter sends you off. Little do you know at the time that Colter has warned Russell that you’re off limits and that Russell has no intention of listening to said warning.
So Close (Russell Shaw) - You meet Colter and Russell at the morgue to help them gain access. Had you known how this was really going to go, you might have pushed Colter’s call to voicemail.
Something Like This (CJ Braxton) - A Nor'easter hits Boston and luckily for you, you don’t have anywhere you need to be except right here, snuggled up with CJ.
Something Real (Soldier Boy) - You had offered him the chance for something the two of you could build, something real, if he gave up the suit for good.
Thankful (Soldier Boy) - It’s Father’s Day again and you have an extra special present for Ben this time around.
The Queen That Always Was (Rhaenys Targaryen) (coming soon)
where all the dreamers go (Beau x Cassie) - When Beau asked Cassie to speak with him outside alone for a minute, she had no idea just where that conversation would lead and what she would be agreeing to.
Within Limits (Russell Shaw) coming soon
Worse Than Our Hearts Believe (Beau x Cassie) coming soon
You Didn't See That Coming (Pietro x Wanda) - Wanda had never known pain like thia. After everything she and Pietro had endured, why did this have to happen?
you taught me the courage of stars (Dean x Castiel) - (15x18 AU) When Chuck snaps his fingers, Dean figures that’s it. Everything they had worked hard to avoid, everything they had fought for, everyone they had lost along the way, Sam, Jack, Cas – this is the end. They had lost. Or had they?
your joy will turn into ashes in your mouth (Daenerys x Tyrion) coming soon
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Alec McDowell) - You’re looking for a way to set yourself up and blend in after breaking out of Manticore. Having heard the rumors, you seek out Max for help. In doing so, you come across someone you had never thought you’d see again.
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Anael) - Anael calls you to pick her up after she leaves Cas back at the Emporium. Having just come off of a rough hunt, you’re really not that inclined to be at the angel’s beck and call.
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Beau Arlen) - He put you with Hoyt and Tonya. For the day. What the hell had he been thinking?
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (CJ Braxton) - You had only meant to call once, remaining anonymous while feeling out the whole helpline thing for yourself. Now, you talk to CJ every Friday night around the same time. When you don’t call one Friday, CJ is worried and comes looking for you which presents its own host of problems.
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Dean Winchester) - You and Dean refuse to speak to one another after an argument and Sam has finally had enough.
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Jason Teague) - When another student makes an unwanted move on you, Jason’s not above flexing his assistant coach authority muscle a little to get the guy to leave you alone and send a message.
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Jenny Hoyt) - You decide to ground Jenny for the day and as expected, she’s pissed…or is she?
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Rachel Gatina) - Rachel, who has never spoken to you before, approaches you to ask for a favor. Despite what Bevin said, Rachel decides that she has to gauge this whole “being into girls” thing properly. And she’s picked you to help her with that. …Lucky you.
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (SDV Leah) - Leah tells you she wants a baby…a month after you’ve been married.
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Soldier Boy) - You’re pissed that he put himself at risk yet again.
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Tom Hanniger) - You went to visit Tom in the mines for a little Valentine’s Day fun. Who knew that one decision would lead to everything that’s happened? Will you be able to help Tom or will he be lost to you forever?
"I took care of that asshole for you." "I don't like the sound of that." (Soldier Boy) - When Ben mentions something to you in the middle of battle, your attempt at a little levity turns the conversation in a direction that probably would have been better kept off of Comms during a mission.
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Heartbreak (Beau x Cassie) - Jenny is witness to the first Christmas Beau is in Montana and spends at Cassie’s
Kiss Me Again (Beau x Cassie) - where trying to sneak around isn’t necessarily Beau and Cassie’s strong suit as they come to find out
Masks (Dean x Castiel) - where the Winchesters are attempting to get lunch during the pandemic & Jack finally works up the courage to ask for a dog
Nerves (Beau x Cassie) - where Beau’s nerves are making themselves known & Cassie decides to intervene
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Anael) - Anael is not happy that you’ve agreed to help the Winchesters with their far-fetched plan to destroy Chuck via Jack. She reluctantly accompanies you to the Bunker and this sets events in motion that prompt a conversation between you and Dean on just why the angel is so important to you.
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Beau Arlen) - Your house is broken into one night when Beau wasn’t home and now you find yourself expecting it to happen again at any moment. Will you ever feel safe in your home again?
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Dean Winchester) - When Sam calls to tell you that Dean is gone, you can’t accept it. Not until you visit the offline Bunker and see for yourself. …But is he really gone?
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Jason Teague) - Jason has just helped you escape the clutches of his nefarious mother. Where will you go from here now that you know the truth?
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Jenny Hoyt) - When Jenny is attacked, you couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough. You do what you can to reassure her that her mother will be found while you sit with her, waiting for the doctor.
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (SDV Alex) - Alex sees something through your window one night and it scares him silly. You have to explain to him that it’s pretty normal out here on the farm and there is nothing to fear. …Well, you were pretty sure there wasn’t, anyway.
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Soldier Boy) - You’re tired of running and you go to Soldier Boy for protection. He agrees to do it but not without a price.
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Tom Hanniger) - Tom has taken you hostage. This is not the Tom you knew and fell in love with. Unable to escape, can you get him to trust you and maybe even reach him?
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Alec McDowell)
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Beau Arlen)
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Boaz Priestly)
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (CJ Braxton)
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Dean Winchester)
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Jake Gray) - When you go with Jake to visit his mom, you encounter a young woman who inexplicably sets you on edge and has you sticking that much closer to the boy who has your heart.
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Jason Teague)
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Jensen Ackles RPF) - Jensen says something at a con that initially bothers you that prompts a conversation where you admit that there are certain parts of his job that you could easily do without, not sure how that’s going to impact your friendship moving forward.
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Russell Shaw)
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Soldier Boy) - Hughie and everyone don’t understand what you see in Soldier Boy but they also haven’t seen what you’ve seen: Ben.
"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Tom Hanniger)
why are you wearing my sweater (because it smells like you) (Bella x Jacob) - where Jacob gets ready to meet Bella at a bonfire the Pack is hosting and can’t find his hoodie
"You're safe now. I'm here." (SDV Leah) - When Leah rushes into the house one night and starts fortifying the door, you immediately try to find out what has her so scared.
"You're safe now. I'm here." (Soldier Boy) - Soldier Boy has been on a ton of dangerous missions in his time, fought a lot of battles, but never did he imagine he would be undertaking the one you had just tasked him with. Shit.
SDV Leah (AO3) coming soon
Dean | Castiel (Tumblr) coming soon
Maggie Greene (Tumblr) coming soon
Margaery Tyrell (Tumblr) coming soon
Billy Butcher (AO3) coming soon
3x07 - After Dell (Beau x Cassie) - where Cassie finds out just how worried Beau was when he saw how close Dell had been to her
A Prize Unlike Any Other (SDV Leah) - You may not have gotten the Golden Pumpkin but that’s alright, you got a different prize altogether.
At the Boot Heel (Beau x Cassie) - where Beau and Cassie have a moment (alternate scene from Thunder universe)
no one's the new me (Soldier Boy) - Soldier Boy is the OG Supe. You goad him into proving it and get more than you bargained for…or did you?
Preparations (Dean x Castiel) coming soon
Where Were You On Our Wedding Day (SDV Leah) - You decide to go mining the morning of your wedding and Leah is not happy about it.
every king needs a queen (Soldier Boy) - Homelander makes you an offer that you are all too happy to refuse
You Win, Jake (Bella x Jacob) - Scene post-BD where Jacob and Bella compare war stories, playing a game of who wins the supernatural like they used to when comparing life skills for ages
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