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“I will never let anyone hurt you. Do you hear me? I will always protect you. I promise.”

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader Warning: Attempted Rape

Another hunt well done. You, Sam, and Dean just finished taking out a nest of vampires. Something easy, yet thrilling. Another hunt to take your minds off the real problems your family is facing at the moment.

Dean swerved into the parking lot of a strip club. Sam turned his shoulder to look at his older brother, “Uh, dude.”

Dean looks back with a smirk, “What? Hey, you know what? We did a damn great job on that hunt. Came out with barely any scratches. Now to me, that deserves a night out in the town.”

“Sorry if watching other girls shake their ass is not my cup of tea,” You roll your eyes.

“You won’t be disappointed,” Dean winks, hopping out of the car like a bunny rabbit.

The club is dark, dusted with smoke from men’s’ cigars and cigarettes. Loud music playing provocative music blared through the speakers, bouncing off the walls. Half naked women walk around the place in high heels and panties, serving their customers like a normal restaurant.  Men goggle at the women as they strut by their tables.

Dean pulls me to a small round table for four. A woman wearing a very small bikini top for her large breasts asks us for our drinks. Dean’s smile is so big. I would smile at his happiness if I didn’t have a large set of boobs staring back at me.

Sam is trying not to enjoy himself as much. Whether it is for my benefit or not, he is failing. He shifts in his seat every other minute and bites down on his grin.

“Cheers, brothers,” I raise my glass of vodka soda.

On the stage in front of us a woman performs her pole dancing routine. And I have to give to her, she is so talented. And strong. To be able to hold your body weight like that seems impossible.

Dean stuffs a couple of bills into her top, keeping his cool. Sam claps his hands, licking his lips.

The woman points her finger to me. I point to myself too, me? Was she really trying to talk to me? She nods her head and motions for me to get on stage with her. I shake my head. I feel my face turning tomato red.

Playfully, Dean is pushing me to go up there. I’m fully clothed, uncoordinated...he was going to use this opportunity to make fun of me.

I take the lady’s hand and follow her on stage. Beyonce’s song, “partition” plays and I playfull sway to the music. Men holler. For me? Doubtful. But I have fun with it. You do only live once...well maybe multiple times if your last name is Winchester. But from what I’ve learned growing up, you should always live in the moment.

The song ends and I take my seat, hiding my face as my brothers chuckle in their seats.

The end of the night comes a lot sooner than I expected. As Dean, Sam, and I are walking to the Impala around 3 AM, we hear a man call out Dean’s name. On instinct, all three of us turn around. Protectively, yet curiously.

The man is about Dean’s age. Tall, muscular with wavy brunette hair. He wears a usual hunters outfit: jeans and T and a leather jacket. He’s cute. But if he was just in the club then he saw me dancing and that’s humiliating.

“Chris!” Dean’s demeanor softens. His smile widens and he goes in for a bro hug. Sam and I stand back, confused. “How have you been?”

“Not bad. Fancy seeing you at a place like this. Just like old times, right?” Chris smacks Dean’s chest lightly and turns towards Sam and I. “Hey guys.”

“Oh,” Dean coughs, motion towards his younger siblings. “This is Sam and YN. This is Chris. We met senior year in high school, found out we were both hunting the same thing. He helped me out on a salt n’ burn.”

“Hey,” Sam says. I wave.

“YN, last time I saw you, you hadnt even hit puberty yet….now look at you,” Chris looks me up and down. I shrink and become suddenly aware of how uncomfortable his gaze is. I give him a polite grin back. But he doesnt stop looking.

“What are you doing here?” Sam interrupts his personal moment, stepping out a little in a protective manor.

“On my way to the Carolinas...just thought I woudld take a small detour if you know what I’m saying,” he smirks playfully.

“Well, it’s getting late now, but hey, maybe tomorrow we can meet up for a beer or something. We can stay in town for another day.” Dean says.

“Yeah that sounds great,” Chris says. “I’ll see you then.” Chris turns around to walk back into the strip club. He looks over his shoulder one last time and I feel his stare on me.

The next afternoon Dean tells us of all the fun and daring things him and Chris used to do when they were kids like sneaking into bars, college parties, all the girls they got, etc. The whole time he speaks he has a smile on his face.

“You guys were really close then, huh?” Sam laughs taking another bite of his sandwich. “How come you haven’t seen him for so long?”

“I dont know… he had his own family troubles and we had ours. We kind of just dealt with our own shit separately. You guys coming tonight?”

Sam looks at me, waiting for me to answer first. “Um, I dont think so,” I shrug. Its nothing I have against Chris, but he gave me weird uncomfortable vibes. I would feel a lot better just doing my own thing tonight.

“Oh come on, dont be a downer, YN. It will be fun. Sammy, you can come too.”

I give Sam a look and finally agree. Its been a while that I have seen Dean this happy and I didnt want to ruin his night.

We meet at a bar that met in the middle of our two motels. Chris is already there, sitting on a stool. His beer bottle is halfway done. He makes eye contact with me first. His smile grows.  

“YN, you look lovely.” He wraps me in a hug. I’m surprised at first and dont hug back. He stays there for a couple of seconds too long.

“Thanks,” I look down as we step away from each other. I wave my finger to the bartender to start whipping them up.

“So tell me what you’ve been doing,” Dean says to Chris. “Are you still in the business?”

Chris nods his head. “Yeah, I’m on my own. My father passed away a couple of years ago. Heart attack. Can you believe it? Never thought he would be going down with something so...normal, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry to hear that. We lost our father too. Its tough, but thats why we got beer.”

“So, YN, you have a boyfriend?” Chris asks. Straight to the point.

“No,” I say. “Can’t get too close to anyone with this life.”

“You can always take risks.”

“Not with other people’s lives,” I narrow my eyes.

“Feisty...I like it.” He winks.

“You got a girl around you arms?” Dean asks.

“I dont like being strung down. You out of all people should know the feeling.”

“YN, wanna play pool?” Sam asks finding a way to squeeze me out of there. We are able to slide of conversation.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry about. I don’t like him either. I remember him too. He was always talking about girls and drugs....not a dude to be friends with. I didnt like the way he was looking at you either.”

Two rounds pool, Sam beat me both times. “I need a break,” I smile.

“Dont be such a sore loser,” Sam teases.

“Oh, we’ll see who the loser is when I get back,” I point. “I’m going out to get some fresh air.”

I walk outside into the cool November air. I can see my breath as I exhale. I take a couple steps away from the door.

A couple of minutes later, I hear the door open and close again. I dont look over my shoulder to see who came out. And I dont have to cause whoever did, grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me up against the wall.

I push away from the man holding me up against the wall. I come face to face with Chris. He is smiling. “You dont know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He forces his lips onto mine. I try pushing away from him, but he is ten times stronger than me. He grabs my twisting wrists and holds them over my head. His leg parts mine.”Your moves last night were so hot,” he says referring to the strip club. I try kicking him away. He steps on my foot, crushing bone with his hard boots on my flip flops.

I cry out for help. But no one hears me and those who do are drunk.

His free hand slides up my shirt and under my bra. His grimy hands squeeze my breast. Tears fill my eyes as I continue to be violated. Chris is moaning, enjoying every minute of this. His hand slides down my stomach to my jean zippers, undoing the button. Then he undoes his. His hand trims my panties. I bite down on his tongue. He pulls away in shock. He slaps me across the face. Hard.

“Hey!”

Chris is ripped off of me. Im pulled into a tight embrace. I fight it at first. But I look up and see Sam. He looks down on me with so much concern. I squeeze his arms, wanting to be safe, wanting the sense of safety.

Chris stumbles, pulling his pants back up. I hear his zipper. I shutter, digging my fingers into Sam’s biceps. Sam whispers in my ear.

Dean stands there. Dumbfounded. He and Chris stare each other down. After a couple of moments Dean finally says, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Dean, its--”

“Are you actually fucking kidding me?! My little sister? My fucking sister? You were going to try and fuck my sister?” Dean takes a step closer with every move. “And without her consent? You think you can actually force yourself on my sister.”

“You know how it is, Dean. We got to get whatever we can on the road. Your sister was testing me all night. Her at the strip club last night! She was begging me to get in her pants. If you should be blaming anyone, blame your whore of a sister!”

That was when Dean threw the first punch. “I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch. You hear me?” Dean hits him again. “I should have known. I should have known you never changed. All you want is some ass. And you’ll ruin anyone’s life to get it.”

“Dean,” Sam says softly. Dean turns around. Sam motions to me shaking in his arms. Dean looks back at Chris and drops him to the ground.

“I never want to see you again. Do you hear me?” Dean turns around, throws the keys to Sam. “You drive, all take care of her.”

Sam transfers me into Dean’s arms. He carries me to the car bridal style. In the back seat of the familiar I cry wanting nothing more than to take a shower.

“I am so sorry,” Dean holds me close, stroking my hair. “I am so sorry. If I didnt make you come tonight-”

“It’s not your fault,” I hiccup.

“I will never let anyone hurt you. Do you hear me? I will always protect you. I promise.”

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Vacation but I'm back now!! -Maddie

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Could you please combine 5 and 41 and make the reader a sister? Thank you and I just want to say I appreciate your writing! Have a great day ahead :)

A/N: I did this kind of differently. Y/N, who is the sister, is going to have a daughter named Mary. She’ll be three so keep that in mind! Writer: MADDIE 

#5 “It hurts too much” #41″ Please, just don't hurt ____”

At twenty-two years old a one night stand of yours changed your entire life. A month after having sex with a complete stranger, Castiel broke the news to you that you were pregnant. Of course you didn’t believe him, he barely knew how to make a child. But he heard the two heartbeats. And soon the morning sickness and missed period all made sense. 

7 months later, you had a baby girl. The only name that fit her was Mary. She had the same eyes as your mother. 

Mary was a premature baby. Blood seeped through your parents in the beginning of your eighth month. Out of panic, Sam drove you to the hospital, driving like he was Dean.

Mary’s lungs were not fully developed. She needed a breathing tube and had to be hospitalized for two weeks. Never in your life had you been so scared. A love for a child is something you had never experienced before. It was way different than loving Sam or Dean. Sam and Dean felt the difference too, taking the roles of father figures and uncles. 

Motherhood was hard but you wouldnt change it for the world. You hadn't been on a real hunt in years. Sam and Dean would never allow it even if you tried. But you stuck back at the bunker and did the research for the team while taking care of your baby.

Mary’s first word was “ba-ba”. Maybe it was because everyone called her “baby girl” but you always thought it was because of how frequently Dean called his car “Baby”. Soon she developed “mammy” and her vocabulary slightly grew from there.

Your eyes were heavy as you wake from slumber. Hearing childish giggles and Dean’s playful tone had you rise from a motel bed. The first thing you see in the morning is Dean carrying Mary on his shoulders, bopping up and down to Sesame street music as it quietly streams from the TV. Dean’s hands are raised for Mary to clings on to. She grips her tiny, delicate fingers around his thumb and squeaks with giddy. 

“Morning Y/N,” Sam grins from the kitchenette. He slides a coffee across the surface. You walk over and sit down across from him. 

“Good morning. I didnt even hear you guys come in last night,” You take a sip of the cheap coffee. “Did you get the demons?” You lowered your voice of any volume for Mary to hear.

“Turned out to be more than we thought,” Sam said. “We’re going back out tonight.”

“Do you mind watching Mary for the day? I need to runs  few baby errands and every time I take her with me, she manages to make a mess with the shelves.”

“Yeah, of course,” Sam says and motions towards Dean. “I don't think he’s letting go of her anytime soon.”

Dean was now carrying Mary, holding her over the trashcan playfully, “I’m going to turn you into Oscar!” 

“Unc Dweee,” Mary squealed.

You turn back to Sam, “Yeah me neither.”

When you came home from your baby run, the motel door was wide open, the Impala was missing, and all you heard was crashing noises coming from inside. You dropped your bags as soon as you walked in. Dean was pacing, his hands pulled at his hair. The beds were turned over, glass was broken, and lamps lay on their side. 

“Where’s Mary?” You ask. Dean doesn't answer, only looks at you with the biggest eyes. Your heart begins to race. “Dean! Where’s Mary!” Your voice rises. 

“I--I don't know...I....” Dean stutters. “Four demons barged in here--”

“The salt line!”

“It must have been broken. Maybe Mary had gotten to it or--or--i don't know. One must have taken Mary, that--that’s all I remember. I woke up on the floor 3 minutes ago.”

“Call Sam,” You turn towards the door.

Y/N--”

“Call Sam!” You slam the door behind you.

You barged into the warehouse that Sam and Dean were in the night before to find the group of demons. The building was empty, the only noise that could be heard was the water dripping to the concrete from the loose pipes. 

You screamed out for the demons until your voice was scorched. Until there were no more tears to be shed. You went on a rampage, breaking old tables, glass, anything in site. 

“Y/N!” Sam grabs from behind, holding your arms at your waist to stop you from squirming, fighting. You fell into his embrace and cried the tears you though dried up. 

Dean walked up slowly, “Y/N, I’m so...”

“Don’t,” You said. “It was four against one. This isn't your fault.”

“Y/N,” Sam says. You haven't left the warehouse in two days. You hadn't spoken word to anyone nor have gotten a wink of sleep. “You need to eat, sleep, hell eveN move.”

Dean has taken the opposite approach. Never once did he come back to the warehouse. Doing everything he can to find Mary.

“I can’t,” You croak. “It hurts too much.”

“Sitting here...doing nothing...isnt going to find her.”

You jump to your feet. “Don’t you dare say to me that I’m not doing anything to save my daughter, Sam! I’m going to stay here until those bastards come back with my kid.”

“Looks like you don't have to wait much longer,” Someone walks through the door. A man in a button up and jeans smirked. His black eyes squinted in the light. 

Another man walked in with your daughter in his arms. Mary was sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. No bruises, cuts, or any injuries were shown. You let a sigh of relief but would not be fully content until she was safe in your hands. 

“Give her back you son of a bitch,” You charged for the demon. Sam grabbed your wrist, stopping you from doing anything stupid. “Give her back!”

“Sorry, Y/N but this was the only way to get you out of hiding,” the demon continues, “So what better way to get your attention than to steal your pride and joy?”

“Please, just don't hurt Mary,” You whisper as you take in your baby’s face. Clean, innocent, peaceful. Has no idea what is going on right now.  

The demon cackles. “I’m surprised it took me this long--”

“What do you want from me! Huh? Why go through all this trouble just to see me?” 

“Because Sam and Dean killed my little sister. I was going to get revenge by killing you. Their little sister. But I couldn't find you. And then I see this,” the demon motions to your baby. “Your kid is what holds the boys attention. She means a hell of a lot more to them than you ever could.”

“Touch a hair and I swear--”

“To who? To god? Karma’s a bitch, bitch.” The demon takes out the knife from his pocket and raises his arm. 

“No!”

The demon holding Dean eyes flash gold. Dean rushes out of the grip and goes for Mary. Then, the demon holding Mary explodes from inside. Dean grabs Mary out of his arms before the he collapses on the floor, lifeless. The other demons are killed.

You stare up in shock at the miracle that just occurred. Castiel steps over the dead bodies. The bodies he had made lifeless. 

“Cas,” You breathe. 

You sprint to Dean and take the baby out of his hands. Then you run to Castiel and give him a big hug. “Castiel. Where the hell have you been!”

“They ambushed me into holy fire. I was trapped for days. Someone found me and heard your screams of prayers.”

“Why isn't she waking up,” Sam quickly interjects.

“It’s some kind of potion made by a witch. She should be awake in a few hours.”

You kiss the top of Mary’s head and hold your precious girl in your arms.

“Thank you, Cas. Thank you all three of you. She wouldnt be safe without you guys. She is so lucky to have you.”

“Okay enough with the sap and give me my niece,” Dean had his arms spread out for Mary. 

“Shouldn't it be Sam and Mary time?”

“I think it should be Mary Y/N time,” You smirk, kissing the top of Mary’s head. 

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((Sorry - for the #5 imagine, maybe can you do one where she gets hurt on a hunt or something and maybe Dean has to patch her up? Forgot to specify! But really you should do whatever you want!))

Just posted! Sorry if its bad! I’m kind of new here.

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Request: ((Sorry - for the #5 imagine, maybe can you do one where she gets hurt on a hunt or something and maybe Dean has to patch her up? Forgot to specify! But really you should do whatever you want!))

#5 “It hurts too much.”

Hi, by the way! I’m Mika and I’m a new co-owner of this account. I’ve written tons on sites on Wattpad and Quotev, but never on Tumblr. So this should be interesting, bear with me. However, I’m delighted to take any requests you send my way! I don’t really have a preference, just I’m not that comfortable with writing smut. Sorry, about that. Anyways, LETS GET ON TO THE GOOD STUFF!

All The Love,

Mika

The pain was crippling. Even knowing that it was going to get better soon, didn’t lessen the burning. You had never been shot before, which was a rarity for a hunter of your caliber. Your brothers Dean and Sam had been shot plenty of times, but they always made sure you were never on the receiving end of a gun. But with Sam being and Dean being too preoccupied in trying to survive themselves, there was no way in preventing it. Now, blood leaked from your side, no amount of gauze being able to stifle it. Dean drove faster than he had ever driven before, and Sam held your hand tighter than you could bear, but you weren’t going to complain to him. You stayed silent, and that scared them both even more.

“Y/N, please say something,” Sam pleaded with you, brushing stray hairs from your eyes. You opened your mouth, inhaling to reply to him, but the mere thought of breathing sent fire coursing through your veins, and all you could do was let out a strangled whimper.

This sent Sam into a panic. 

“Dean hurry up!”

“You don’t think I am? Fuck, if I press down on the gas any harder the car’s going to crash!” He shouted back at Sam, face red with frustration, tears burning his eyes, blurring his vision. He let out a sigh of relief when the motel came into view. He peeled into the parking lot, doing a shit parking job, but not exactly caring at that moment.

“Sam, get the door and crack open the first aid kit! I got her,” Dean ordered, watching warily as Sam ran inside their room, and Dean opened his door, rounding the car to examine you.

“Oh God,” He mumbled, trying to ease his pounding heart. You looked terrible. Your skin was pale and clammy, your eyes were unfocused. If Dean didn’t know any better, he would think you were dying.

But of course you weren’t. You couldn’t. Not his baby sister. Not his little Y/N.

“I’m sorry,” He muttered, wrapping his arms around your limp body and hauling you up, carrying you bridal style into the motel room, kicking the door shut.

Sam had prepared one of the queen beds for you, covering the sheets in towels, having gauze, a lighter, whiskey and needle, medical thread and a dozen other contraptions you were too far gone to identify. You moaned at the sight of the needle, and Sam looked at you sympathetically.

“I know, Y/N. I’m sorry. We’re so so sorry,” He told you, voice cracking. He covered his mouth, watching with tears in his eyes as Dean went to work.

You writhed in pain when he applied the alcohol to your wound, crying out in pain, tears streaming down your dirt streaked face. Dean tried to ignore your cries, but he couldn’t, not when each whimper was tuned to the frequency to break his heart over and over again. 

After an hour and a half of pure pain, your wound had been cleaned, the bullet had been removed, and you were stitched up. You breathed carefully, trying to ignore the sore feeling of your stitches expanding and retracting every time you inhaled and exhaled. Dean rested his head on yours.

“I’m sorry that this happened, sweetheart,” He whispered. “I didn’t do my job. Dad told me to protect you. If that bullet went farther, if we had waited any longer...” You finally had the strength to speak up.

“Hey,” You mumbled back, your hand resting atop his head. “You aren’t going to get rid of me that easily. I’m one stubborn bitch, if you haven’t noticed. I love you both so much, and I’m never going to leave.”

Dean shook his head, him being as stubborn as you. It seemed to run in the family. 

“You don’t know that.” You rolled your eyes, wincing when you let out an involuntary sigh. “But I do know one thing, our life is dangerous, it’s just who we are. You can’t protect me from everything. ”

“But you’re my baby sister,” Dean said, voice cracking as he smiled, a tear streaming down his face. “It’s my job.”

You smiled back at him. “And you’ve done an A+ job. But trust me when I say one little mess up isn’t going to get you fired. Stop beating yourself up.”

Dean nodded, before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Love you too kid,” He sniffed, trying to play off the fact that he was crying only a few moments before. “Get some sleep for me, ‘kay?”

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Request: can u do a no. 51 brother/sister imagine? youre such a great writer btw! <3

51. “Oh my god, you’re in love with her.”

“Y/N, let’s go!” Dean called for you as he continued to pack his bags for the big hunt; to chase after the archangel, Raphael. 

He was nervous because this was a bigger hunt than usual. It made him even more nervous that Sam and Y/N we’re putting their life at stake by participating in the hunt. But Castiel was joining them on their journey, and that eased his mind. 

“Are we ready?” Sam walks towards his older brother with a bag slung over his shoulder. 

“We’re all ready but Y/n, per usual,” Dean rolls his eyes. Lately you have been spending extra time with the mirror, wearing extra makeup and lower cut shirts. He didn’t know why and he wouldnt have cared if your new choice of clothing wasn't earning you cat calls from random strangers on the streets.

“Sam, Dean,” Castiel appears to stand in front of the two oldest winchester brothers. 

“Hey, Cas,” Sam greets the angel.

“I think we should talk,” Castiel glances behind him. “Are you sure that bringing Y/N along on this hunt is a smart idea?”

“She’s a good hunter, Cas,” Dean raises an eyebrow, confusion set on his face. 

“Yes, I know. But she is young and precious to...well...all of us. Raphael will use that against us.”

“Hey,” You walk into lobby of the bunker. You have a book bag strapped around your shoulders, curly hair tied in a low pony tail, and lip gloss that distracts Castiel from what he was previously talking about. “Are we having a family meeting without me, or can we leave?” You joke around and push past your brothers and walk up the steps. 

“We’ll watch out for her, Cas,” Sam assures him. “Besides, we would have a bigger problem on our hands if we told her she couldn't come. She would flip.” Sam pats Castiel on the back and follows his younger sister to the impala.

Castiel sighs and follows the Winchester family to the car. Usually, he would just pop over once the Winchesters arrived to their destination, but if he drove with the crazy family, he would sit close to Y/N, almost shoulder to shoulder. His heart would race if she fell asleep on his shoulder, or giggled at his innocence. He didnt know what this kind of feeling was, but he liked it.

You and the men found Raphael in an old Marriott hotel building that was shut down three years ago and left abandoned off a quiet highway in Arkansas. Castiel made sure his eyes were on you at all times, your life suddenly was more important than his, and he made a vow to himself to always watch over you.

The Winchesters kicked their way through the hotel, around the lobby and into the basement. Concrete covered the walls and floors, metal poles stood from the floor into the ceiling. And Raphael stood in the middle with his back to the four of you, hands folded behind him.

“Ah, Winchesters,” Raphael turns around to smile. “Long time no see. I’ve been expecting you.”

About ten angels appear from dark corners of the room and grab all of you by your elbows and push them behind your backs. You hissed in shock and sudden uncomfortableness. The angels were holding you hard, twisting your skin under their cold skin.

Castiel’s eyes jumped to you. The grip he was held in felt tighter as he felt more useless to help you. His eyes never met yours. 

“Castiel,” Raphael’s voice caught his attention, “Brother, I’m saddened to see you here, with them.” 

“The Winchesters have more honorable intentions than all of Heaven.”

“Opening the gates of hell...you call that honorable?”

“Obviously that wasn't our intention, you asshole,” you snarl at the archangel. This was one of your flaws; you didnt think before you spoke. “Don’t you dare talk about my family’s intentions. Especially since your brother, Michael’s, intention is to kill your other brother, Lucifer.”

“Y/N...” Castiel warned. Your brothers also giving you a warning glance. You ignored it and continued to glare at Raphael.

“My family’s prophecy has been written for over thousands over years, little girl. Yours continues to be edited over and over and over again, because you are all screwed to hell.”

“I’m going to rip you to shreds,” You threaten.

“That’s cute,” Raphael approaches you slowly. He moves a piece of hair out of your face. You shiver underneath his touch.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Sam growls and tried fighting the angels holding him restrained. 

He begins to walk away. “Dean is Michael’s true vessel, and Sam is Lucifer’s. I have an order that calls for their life to be spared so that their body is in tact for possession. But you,” He points at you. “You, I can do whatever I want with.” he nods to the angels holding you tight. “Kill her.”

“No!” Your brothers scream and fight against the angels. 

Castiel’s vessel’s heart pounds in his chest at the thought of you dead under his watch. Castiel head-butts the angel behind him, quickly turns around and lays his hand on him. The angels burst into light before falling, dead. 

The other angels threw you against the closes wall and dig their hand into your skin, touching your soul.

You shriek from the indescribable pain. Getting stabbed didn’t feel worse than this did. 

Dean had managed to stab an angel in the chaos and Sam was int the middle of throwing one to the ground.

But Castiel’s focus was only on you. He marched in the angel who was hurting you direction and snapped the angel’s neck. You and the angel fell to the ground, your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head.

“Y/N,” Dean cried as he stabbed another angel. 

Castiel whipped around, grabbed the other angel’s head and smashed it in the concrete floor. 

“Y/N,” Castiel leaned into your chest to hear your slow beating heart. The hole in your gut where the angel had ripped into to take your soul was gushing blood. 

“Cas!” Sam called.

Castiel was forcefully pushed into a wall, a hand moving fast to kill him. Castiel grabbed at the angel’s wrist, and with all the force he had in him, turned the angel’s wrist backwards placing the angel’s hand on his own forehead, killing himself. 

“Castiel,” Raphael announced as his army lied on the floor dead. He could clearly see the emotion behind Castiel’s fight to save Y/N. “You have no idea what you are getting yourself into.”

Castiel only glared at his older brother, shrugging off his trench coat to place over your bleeding wound. 

“Men, we shall meet again,” Raphael nodded his head and disappeared into thin air.

Your brothers limped quickly to your slowly dying body. 

“Killing the angels took up most of my grace that I had saved for this hunt,” Castiel explains as presses harder on your stomach. “I can only heal her in intervals, so it may take her a while to be okay again.” Castiel zaps all of you to the motel room and struggles to carry you the nearest bed. He places two hands on your shoulders, closes his eyes and speaks enochian. 

The men watch helplessly behind, realization appears on their face as they watch Castiel sweat over your body. Castiel was draining himself of all his grace to help you get better. 

“Cas..” Dean says quietly. 

Castiel ignores him and continues to lay his grace upon you.After a few minutes, he feels his mojo being cleared, he rises slowly. 

“That’s all I can do for now. She’ll wake up soon, but she will be in a lot of pain. I can try and find another angel who will--”

“Oh my god,” Dean’s eyes go big, jaw dropping. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“You’re in love with her.” 

Castiel lowers his head, almost as if he was ashamed. “She is all I’ve been thinking about. I am sorry that I have been thinking of your little sister in such inappropriate ways--”

“Okay, please stop there,” Dean gags.

“Cas,” Sam grins,”It’s okay if you like her.”

“You guys are okay with my romantic feelings towards your younger sister. Dean once said to me that it was against some code guys use to describe rules.”

Sam shrugs, “Well I mean, yeah, our best friend loves our sister. But, she loves you too. I can tell. And by what you showed me tonight, I trust you with her. Hell, you saved her life.”

“Besides, if you hurt her, we know where to find you,” Dean grinned with malice. 

Castiel gulped, “I would never hurt Y/N,” he looks over to your sleeping body. “I love her too much. 

[mostly-jensen]

Jensen’s tongue radiant smile | Vancon 2015 x

[jaredandjensen]

Dean using his dad voice

[letswinchesters]

Request: #7 with Sam? Pretty please. Something kind of angsty. Maybe she found out he'd been taking demon blood again??

#7: “Stop saying you’re sorry!”               SamxReader

Yourself and Dean were on your way back from a wending hunt in the mountains in Michigan. Sam, your boyfriend of 2 months, would have come with you, but he said he was feeling “under the weather” and stayed back in a motel room alone all weekend. Sam rarely got sick and when he did, he would never admit it and act like a man. Therefore, you figured that Sam just wanted a few nights alone, which was understandable since the three of you hadn't been separated for over a month. Everyone needs their alone time.

But the apocalypse was just beginning. There was no time for leisure. Sam knew that. Ruby, the demon of many problems in your life, started all of this, tricking all three of you into letting the demon out of its cage. You were all to blame. And it was all of your jobs to clean up the mess. But Sam took the end of the world personally. He was the one to have cheated on you with Ruby, he trusted a demon over his own girlfriend and family, he fell the hardest into the trap. Even after forgiving Sam and making up, he needed his time to sulk. And that’s what you figured he was doing.

When you and Dean reached the motel room, you expected Sam to be waiting with open arms, since the two of you have been texting the entire ride back about how much you miss each other. But the room was empty, cleaned to perfection and smelled of bleach. Hell, the sheets on the bed seemed to be new.

“Sam?” Dean’s voice bounced off the walls. He shrugged his bag to the ground and walked into the bathroom. “Do you smell that?” “It smells like cleaning products...a lot of it,” You crinkle your nose. “Sam said he was in the motel room. I was just talking to him a half an hour ago.”

“Well, we did get back two hours a head of schedule. Maybe he just went out to get a bite to eat.”

You shrug, “Yeah maybe.” You dialed Sam’s number again. Not only did you hear one ring coming from your phone, you heard two. You look up and follow the music. On a nearby desk, with Sam’s laptop, was his phone, chiming with your name. You hung up and opened his phone. He had two unread messages from you. “Huh, that’s weird.”

“Sammy doesn't go anywhere without his phone,” Dean states, grabbing the phone from your hands. 

“Seems like Sam has been doing some digging on something,” You say. Dean looks at you curiously. You found a a ripped piece of paper next to his laptop with an address on it. “I bet you that’s where he is.”

“What would he be looking for?”

“I don't know,” You answer. “And I have a feeling I’m not going to like it.”

Dean drove the two of you to the mystery address.  The car pulled into a large parking lot that surrounded a large concrete cubed building, tainted with mold and discoloring. An old large sign stood off to the side, the words almost unrecognizable. But it read: Arnold’s Brewery.

“This used to be a beer manufacturing warehouse,” Dean said, walking past you and to the door. “Man closed for business after he pleaded guilty for stealing the company’s money.”

“How did you know that?” You ask, smirk pulling on your lips as you walked behind him.

“Hey, I read,” Dean pulled his hands up in surrender. 

You chuckle and push him through the door. Your boots echoed through the walls of this dump. Shards of glass littered the floor, pieces of wood from old tables scattered the ground, and metal chains that were used to hold equipment hung from railings. 

Dean pushed his index finger to his lips and pointed the the stairs leading to a basement. Every step he took creaked the step below him. Your face cringed with every step. 

The basement was even darker than the first floor. However your eyes adjusted after a few seconds. You could hear voices, two of them. One male and one woman. Yourself and Dean pulled your guns simultaneously, inching forward.

The male’s voice belonged to Sam. His hand was outstretched towards a woman who was pinned against the wall by an invisible force. By his feet, was another woman, dead with a slash to her wrist.

The woman on the wall was smiling hard, shrieking with excitement, “Yes, Sam! Do it! Do it! You’ll save the world! You won’t be a failure anymore!”

Sam crunched his hand into a fist. The woman’s neck snapped back as she cried loudly. Her body turned yellow and orange from the inside before dropping to the ground, dead. 

“Wow,” Dean coughed. “That was quite a performance.”

Sam whipped around at the ping of Dean’s voice. His mouth was open about three centimeters, cheeks flushed with sweat dripping down his neck. His eyes moved from Dean to you.

You, who had slowly lowered your gun, watched the man you loved make the worst mistake once again. He knew the consequences, he knew what he was doing. And that hurt. The first time he tried this, you made it clear that if he ever did it again, you would leave and never come back. He knew that. And he did it anyway. He picked power over you.

“Y/N...”

“You promised...”

“I’m so sorry,” Sam’s voice was below a whisper. A soft wind in the air. “This wasn’t...”

“I told you what would happen--”

“Y/N, please. I didn’t want you to see this. I’m sorry.” Sam pleaded and slowly inched towards you. But with every step he took forward, you took two steps backwards. “Baby, please.”

“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me.”

Sam lowered his head, the mistake engraved into his guilty conscience. Y/N, Dean, I’m sorry but-”

“Stop saying you’re sorry!” You snapped. You glared at the man in front of you. An hour ago, you couldn't wait to jump in his arms and fall asleep next to him, now you could barely look at him. “You know what you did? You chose. I told you in the beginning, it was me or it the demon blood, power, and guilt. And this entire time I thought you chose me. Oh, how you’ve fooled me.”

“Y/N...”

“Dean, please take me home,” You voice was barely above a whisper while you forced your legs to turn around. You ignored your heart that told you to run back to Sam. You refused to take one last look at the man you were leaving behind....No. That left you behind. 

The last thing your heard was the sound of crashes coming from the basement as Sam through a fit before Dean drove away. 

Three broken hearts did’t sleep that night. 

[acklesjensen]

A very important piece of life advice. (x)

[billiendanneel]

ackles family + social media

[stardustcas]

10x23 Deleted Scene

[dancewithmejensen]

(8x13)

[magnetolurgy]

some spooky varsity fun