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…Dean’s well aware everyone needs a shoulder to lean on.
Supernatural - Dean
Pairing: Dean x Reader
For my friend @irishavengersassemble
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You sigh sadly and sniffle. You’ve just felt so down recently. Life’s gotten hard and that’s really no one’s fault. Doesn’t make it fair though.
So, you’re just sitting here on a park bench, all by your lonesome. You hate bringing your friends or your boyfriend down. They all have their own issues and you really don’t want to add onto that.
But, your self-induced solitude is soon shattered. The familiar rumble of Baby’s engine is easily heard through the silent park. You can hear Dean pull into the parking lot about twenty feet away from your bench. The Impala’s engine shuts off once he parks.
Sometimes you feel like he can just home in on you. Dean always knows where to find you and when you need him most. It’s a skill he doesn’t expose often but you’re very glad for it.
He’s silent when he walks over. the only sounds you hear are when he sits down. There’s the thump of him resting down beside you, and the crinkle of his jacket’s material. But that’s it.
You sniffle again. But, a slow smile creeps at your lips as he begins to hum Lean on Me by Bill Withers. It’s not rock but it is a classic.
“Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on,” He starts to sing softly as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. He lovingly pulls you against his side.
“For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on.” He continues gently as he rests his cheek against your head.
Your eyes are watering but you’re smiling now. You snuggle against his chest. He’s warm and comforting, everything you needed and didn’t know it.
“If there is a load you have to bear
That you can't carry,” He leans close and kisses your hair, whispering,
“I'm right up the road
I'll share your load
If you just call me.” Nothing more needs to be said after that. You smile tiredly, starting to feel a little lighter. He holds you close and rocks you gently.
You know that he’ll always be there for you when you need him most.
...Benny and Dean protect you from your boyfriend.
Supernatural - Benny, Dean
Family: Benny x Adult Great Grandchild!Reader
Pairing: OMC x Reader, Dean x Reader
Warning: OC death. Reference to domestic abuse.
Imagine Series: Blood-laced Lullabies
Words: 834
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“I'm not really surprised that you murdered him." You whisper softly as you sit on the wide old tree stump in the forest. You’re shaking slightly, holding a hand to your aching face. There’s tears in your eyes and you’re trying so hard to keep calm but it feels nearly impossible.
You watch Benny’s fangs recede into their resting position while Dean holsters his gun into the back of his jeans. Both are watching you in concern, waiting for your cue that it’s alright to near you. You can’t help but ignore them for the moment, something else has your attention.
Your eyes drift to the still warm corpse lying on the grass. The moonlight drifting through the trees does little to hide the fact that there’s a dead man laid slain amongst the flowers. There’s a bloody trail from where his throat’s been ripped out, it flows down and mingles with the pool of blood on his chest where the bullet wound resides.
You call it murder. They call it protecting family. Perhaps it’s the same thing but you really don’t care right now. All that matters now is that the monster wearing human skin (or is he a human wearing a monster’s title?) is finally dead and can no longer hurt you.
You flinch slightly and rub your bruised arms as Benny steps closer towards you. You immediately seek comfort and outstretch your arms to him. He happily steps into your personal space and your arms wrap around his deathly cold body. His arm circles your shoulders and holds you close protectively.
Dean shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he watches you both. You’ve seen that particular guarded look on his face before. He wants to come and comfort you but is afraid of stepping out of line. So, you give him a weak and welcoming smile to beckon him over to you.
“Yu’ll be awlrigh’ now, little Gatorsnap.” Benny whispers ang tenderly kisses your hair. He steps away so that Dean can move forward to you. Dean kneels before you upon arrival and reaches up. The hunter gently cups your face, looking sadly into your eyes, before leaning forward and kissing you sweetly.
“He’s right, Babe. Everythin’ all better now.” Your heart flutters softly as you hear the conviction in his voice. Despite yourself, you smile weakly, looking from man to vampire.
The blood dripping down your great grandfather’s chin is a reminder of how close you had been to dying. You could only think about how love had turned so sour. How your boyfriend of almost three years had tried to kill you tonight.
You probably should have known that things would have gone this bad given your boyfriend’s track record. You had enough bruises and healed bones to warn you he would not take you telling him you were leaving well. Still, that last scrap of love in your heart for him had made you think only the best of him.
Instead, when you told him you were leaving because you had fallen for Dean, he attacked you. He hit you and you ran out the back of the store to the woods. He chased you and had tried to strangle you when he finally caught you. Unfortunately for him, you had forgotten that Benny and Dean were meeting out back.
They had heard your cries and had come to your rescue like ghosts in the night. You remember it but it was a bit of a blur.
Protective as a lion. Your vampiric ancestor yanked your boyfriend from you and sank his fangs into the man’s throat. You remember it well enough because the only thought that had gone through your mind was that you feared for Benny’s bloodlust.
Though, that issues had been quickly resolved when Dean had finally appeared. With a cried word to his friend, Benny had released the man and Dean had shot your ex-boyfriend without a second thought. That was unlike Dean until you realized that you fell under the category of “family” and your protection was something he’d kill for.
So, here you were now. Scared and hurt, sitting on a stump in the woods behind your shop. Surrounded by the two men who matter most to you and holding no remorse for the one that had broken your heart through years of abuse.
Your lip now quivers as your focus returns to Dean. You can’t help but smile, even it’s a little broken, and lean forward to give the hunter a timid kiss. You can feel Benny petting your hair soothingly, letting it sooth your damaged spirit. You feel safe and at home here in the presence of monster and hunter.
“Vapa, Dean, thank you both.” You gently pull both to you, hugging them close. They gently secure you close to them. You have never felt so loved and cared for as you do now. It is a love that you know will not fade this time.
A/N: This is super late and I’m sorry. I couldn’t write for the longest time.
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You should have known better. Should have remember that hunters always find what they’re looking for. This would have reminded you that it was useless to hide when you were sad. Because Sam would always find you no matter where you hid.
You squeak softly in surprise as he slowly sits down beside you on the bench. There’s tears in your eyes and you’re sitting with your knees pulled up to your chest. You sniffle softly as you desperately blink back the tears.
You’re not sure what exactly set off the crushing depression in your soul but it has engulfed you. You’re pretty sure that it’s just a bunch of little things that all piled up specifically to make you miserable. Logically you know that’s not true but it just really seems like fact.
You’re honestly surprised when Sam doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask you how you are. Silent comfort is really more what expect from Dean, not Sam. Yet it’s also amazing because you really don’t want to talk about anything. You just want the pain and frustration to go away!
It is this frustration that finally destroys the dam. You choke on a tiny strangled sob as the pent up tears fall. You just can’t help it, can’t take it anymore today. The world crushing down on you is just to much to deal with.
And then suddenly your mind goes blank and your heart flutters happily for one beautiful second as Sam leans down and tenderly kisses away the tears from the cheek closest to him.
Your heart flutters just a little faster and the heat slowly pools in your cheeks as you blushed. It’s so hard to focus on the crushing sadness as his long arm slips around your shoulders and he lovingly pulls to against his solid side. You can’t help but go when he pulls because it just feels too amazing to be in his arms.
He gently turns your head towards him and tilts your head up. He smiles sweetly down at you and dips his head, tenderly pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. The gesture is simple and loving, stealing away the pain that had been eating at your soul.
“You look amazing today, Sammy.” He whispers softly to you once the kiss breaks. You blink rapidly and you flush harder as his words make butterflies flutter in you tummy. You open your mouth slightly to denounce his claim of your beauty but he steals your breath away with another kiss as he lovingly strokes your hair.
The kiss is actually multiple kisses. Alternating between quick and long, each kiss is a loving drag of hot lips against yours. He holds you just a little bit closer with each kiss until you’re cradled lovingly in his arms,
You find that it’s so very hard to be sad about the world when the man you love is holding you close. Each kiss stealing your breath away and replacing it with love. It’s no contest, you’d much rather focus on Sam than some treacherous world.
“Love you, Sam.” You whisper happily as you two separate for air.
“Not half as much as I love you, Sammy.” He replies and nuzzles his nose to yours. You could not be happier at this moment.
“Trust me, I’ve been there.” Dean tells you as he sits down on the park bench next to you. He wraps a strong arm about your shoulders. He gently pulls you close and you snuggle into his side. All the over shirts make him soft to hug despite all the hard muscle hidden underneath.
“R-really?” You ask with a sniffle as you move your head up, nuzzling your nose against his shoulder as you blink at him. His image is a little blurry from the tears stinging at your eyes. He just smiles softly at you and nods.
“Course I do, Cassie.” He whispers gently to you. His green gaze is tender as he raises a hand to lovingly brush away the tears that have finally dripped down your cheeks, “It feels like you’re lost in the dark without a flashlight. You’re stumbling around aimlessly as the world and the dark crushes down on you. You feel like you’re pointless, like there’s not a single spark of hope left to make you feel like hanging on. Am I close?”
You blink at him in surprise. Your hands clench slightly in his beaten leather jacket as you nod. Your heart flutters slightly as he tenderly brushes his knuckles over your tear-stained cheeks.
“Then, yeah, I’ve been there a lot.” He confesses softly as the arm hugging you comfortingly rubs your back, “And do you know what happens when that happens to me? When I feel like I just can’t continue on anymore?” Your eyes widened and you quickly shake your head.
“W-what happens?” You asked weakly, throat hoarse from your tears.
“Someone who loves me swoops in and rescues me. They lift me up and put me back on my feet, tell me I’m important and loved. Even if they have to yank me off the floor first.” He grins softly and winks playfully at you. The sight makes you flush slightly as you gave a small smile.
“And that’s what you need, Babe.” He chuckles as he gives you a peck on the nose, “Someone to lift you when you’re feelin’ down and you’re stuck with me, Sucker.”
Despite your tears, you burst out laughing. You try to hide it by hiding your face against his jacket but you just can’t stop. The only thing that stops the stream of giggles leaving you is when he gently lifts your chin.
He looks at you tenderly as he holds your head up. You stifle your giggles as he leans down and kisses you lovingly. You hum happily as you melt into the kiss. It lasts quite a bit, only breaking so he can whisper in your ear.
“How does beer, pizza, and a long ride in Baby sound, Sweetheart?”
Alright, you may have found this out the hard way but you have a word to the wise. That word just happened to be to never use Angel Flight Travels so soon after having a head wound. Being whisked around by the family angel was bad enough on its own. Still, it got the job done.
You groan as the intense vertigo hits you as you arrive at your destination. You use a hand to cling to Cas’ sleeve to keep your balance. You groan uneasily as equilibrium was slow to return. Cas smiles slightly at you and touches your hand, using a bit of grace to help you feel bet.
“Thanks, Cas.” You grin brightly. He nods and gives you a nudge forward. You stumble slightly but catch yourself and break into a slight jog.
Your boots thump against the hard asphalt of the parking lot as you run towards your brother-in-law’s Impala. You’re grinning as Sam looks up from the trunk of the car and smiles brightly.
Both brothers look exhausted but healthy enough. Sam looks like he’s about to say something to you but doesn’t get the chance when you jump into his arms. He easily holds you and you both share a laugh as Dean gives you an odd look but smirks anyways.
“Shouldn’t you be resting at home, Sweetheart?” Sam asks softly as you loop your arms around his neck and rest your head against him.
“Well, yeah, but who cares, I missed you!” You chirp happily and snuggle against him. You smile brightly and he returns the expression, shaking his head, “And anyways, Sam, you two were taking so loooong to get back home!”
They really had been gone quite a while. This hunt had taken about a week. That was a long time when you were hurt at home, unable to hunt with them.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Things went a little sideways at the last minute.” Sam apologizes with a kiss to the forehead.
“Don’t they always?” You quip as you raise your head and gave him a proper kiss.
“Most of the time.” He squeezes you tighter, “And I missed you too, {Y/n}.” He nuzzles his nose to yours before you two meet in another kiss.
“You two are making me violently ill over here.” You both can’t help but laugh at the play vomiting sounds that Dean makes to go along with his statement.
Sammy and I have been noticing a lot of people following us recently, most of which are RP blogs.
This has caused us to smile and welcome you all to our blog.
I love to RP and I love to throw Sammy into all sorts of situations. So, please, if you’d like to RP, feel free to send us an ask or chat message. Sam doesn’t bite and I mostly just nip at ankles.
I’m open to most plotlines and situations. Also, I love crossovers. Feel free to use an OC if that’s what you have.
I just can’t seek you guys out because I have a lot of school and house business (I’m my mom’s caretaker) in real life but I love to meet new people. I also try to help out newbie RPers get into the swing of things if they’re having trouble.
So, yeah, just feel free to reach out. Please, I love to meet new people to RP with.
Sometimes I take a bit to reply to messages and RPs due to RL stuff going on but I will reply as soon as possible.
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–~*~Rules/Guidelines~*~–
*~ Blog sexuality rating: Gen to mature. But only Teen and below allowed on reblogged RPs. Mature RPs must be taken to chat.
*~ Blog violence/torture rating: Pretty much anything goes.
*~ Relationship Status: Friendship, het, or slash is fine. I don’t mind either.
*~ I am open to AUs. Just pitch them to me.
*~ NO Wincest of any kind. Sorry.
–~*~RP Relationships~*~–
These are the relationships that I’m open to starting an RP with. Any other relationships I would rather the characters meet and start to date in the RP.
*~ Sam/Gabriel
*~ Sam/any of his previous (non-demon) relationships if you can find a way to revive them…
_~*~Crossover Locations~*~_
These are fictional locations/situations I love to throw Sam into for RPs. Your character does not have to be from that location. We can just throw our Muses into said location.
*~ Rapture (Bioshock series) (favorite place to go)
*~ Silent Hill (Silent Hill series - first game verse)
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*~Plot Type: (Adventure or domestic)
Plot lines:
Haunting
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Have a wonderful love-filled day even if you’re single like us! ^^
Romantic love isn’t the only love. Sometimes the love of family or a good friend is all you need. So, remember to smile and give a hug to someone you care about today!
It had been supposed to be a normal date like normal people have. But, given your luck, it wasn’t. It feels like you can’t go anywhere without running into a demon... ....or three.
They had instantly recognized the guy you were flirting with at the bar counter and had flung him into the wall. Your blood boiling, you threw a glass of holy water into the offending demon’s face. From that point on, all the screaming kinda made it hard to remember details of what happened.
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Dean had slammed into the counter before heading straight into the wall. He had been left winded and dazed, ribs aching and possibly cracked. This trip to the bar had been supposed to be a break. He was still recovering from his and Sam’s last hunt.
He had been enjoying his time, especially after meeting someone fun and special at the bar. He was pretty sure he was going to get laid but then demons showed up. Of course....!
He’s not quite sure how long he’s been on the floor but he’s sure it’s been a while. Pain shoots up through his ribs, stealing his breath, as he sits up. He’s staring in shocked awe as he slowly gets out from behind the bar counter.
He blinks slowly as he stares at you panting hard in the middle of the trashed bar. You’re pushing your hair out of your eyes as you slowly turn towards him. You flush and smile shyly at him, the previously possessed bodies lying all about you.
“Sorry, about that.” You say softly, blinking innocently at him. Sudden warmth, flutters alive in Dean and spreads through his body. You’re somehow suddenly even more attractive than you were earlier.
“Are you okay?” You ask softly as you walk over to him and gently lay a hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll be okay.” Dean looks at the floor where the bodies are, “Nice job. Ain’t easy dispatching demons.”
“I try.” You chuckle and grin at him, “So, how about we go back to my place for a patch job and coffee.” You snicker and he smirks.
I’m feeling a lack of inspiration for Stargate right now so imagines and requests are currently down until further notice.
But Supernatural and Grimm imagines are both open. I am actually looking for some prompts from either so please feel free to send some. I’ve added more characters to each list.
So, for the past couple of days I’ve been shipping Dean Winchester with Nick Burkhardt. They have a lot in common but the one thing that really stood out to me was that they’re both amazingly sweet with abused/homeless children/teens.
So, me and my bestie thought up this adorable headcanon where the Dean and Nick just have this adorable adopted hoard of orphans that follow them around that they care for.
Greetings to all you wonderful readers and followers! I hope today finds you all well.
In honor of me having so many wonderful followers (41 on here and 191 on Mardi Gras Imagines ^^ ), I’ve decided to maybe start a stats post for this blog and my NCIS: NOLA imagine blog. This stats post will show the imagines with most notes as a means to thank you all for picking your favorite stories.
Since this is the first post, I’ll be going most notes over all. I’ll post this stat page once a month and pick from the imagines that came out that month. I will list one post per fandom (Silver Foxes are now their own fandom), list the characters, and how many notes they have.
So, look below line and see the highest voted. ^^ Thanks again, love to you all!!
Blog: Lofty Castle Imagines
~*~ Supernatural
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Imagine: Sam brings you a surprise plant.
Notes: 56
~*~ Grimm
Pairing: Nick x Spouse!Reader
Imagine: You and Nick spend a long night studying Grimm lore.
Notes: 11
~*~ Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Ronon x Reader
Imagine: You learn truth always comes out in the gym.
Notes: 4
Blog: Mardi Gras Imagines
~*~ NCIS: New Orleans
Pairing: LaSalle x Spouse!Reader
Imagine: You come home to surprise LaSalle at work.
Notes: 39
~*~ NCIS
Family: Uncle!Gibbs x reader
Friendship: Bestfriend!Abby x Reader
Imagine: Watching you and Abby reminds Gibbs of children.
Notes: 60
~*~ Silver Foxes
Pairing: Pride x Engaged!Reader
Meeting: Gibbs x Reader
Imagine: Gibbs hits on you because no one knows you’re secretly engaged to Pride.
Notes: 44
~*~ Quantum Leap
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Imagine: Sam finally leaps home.
Notes: 14
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Are you guys interested in more stats pages being posted?
...You find out Gabriel’s not as gone as they say.
Supernatural - Gabriel
Friendship: Gabriel x Reader
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You hum in concentration as you stare down at the table before you. There’s tabloids and endless amounts of dubious looking supplies for pranks lying all about. There’s printed pages on your next “victim”.
You’re focusing on some twisted plan to make some jerkface pay for something cruel he did to some poor high school girl you met. It wasn’t bad enough to kill the guy, but the girl was humiliated and traumatized. So, you’d do the same to him.
You bite your lip and twist the profile papers slightly to the right to look at them better. You think you’ve almost created your evil plot when the world suddenly turns upside down. You yelp as you find yourself hanging out of a tree by vines wrapped around your waist and leg.
Feeling freaked out, you look about to find yourself hanging in a rainforest. All your papers are suddenly tablets carved out of stone. You can hear several forest animals playfully going about their day in the distance. You huff and cross your arm, glaring bored down at the forest floor.
“Hey there, Buckaroo! How’s my favorite Trickster-in-Training.” A familiar figure jumps into your view. The sudden movement makes you squeak in surprise before realization hits you, leaving you to just gasp and gape at the man standing before you.
“Gabriel?!” You cry out in surprise once your mouth catches up with your brain.
“One and only! What’s up, Kiddo?” The archangel chirps to you and snaps his fingers. You yelp in shock as the vines release you and you fall. He gives you a playful roll of his eyes as he catches you, “Not you apparently, huh, Kid?”
“Dude, uncool!” You mumble grumpily as you cling to your friend.
“You’re fiiiiine.”
“But you shouldn’t be. They said you were dead!”
“Oh, you know me. Can’t keep a good Trickster down.” He waggles his eyebrows at you and you can’t help but smile as you roll your eyes incredulously.
“Well, uh, don’t scare me like that again, Jerk!” You whine and playfully hit him in the shoulder, the hit having no effect on him. He laughs and smirks, shaking his head.
“Anyway, what you working on?” He changes the subject before it can get to where he’s been the past several years. He sets you down on the largest of the stone tablets that used to be your plans so you both can look at it.
“Dude humiliated some poor girl and ruined her prom, poor thing’s traumatized.” You comment as you gently slap the stone carving of the guy’s face.
“Hmm... Nah, this plan ain’t gonna work.” Gabriel clicks his tongue, hands on his hips. You scoff and gently kick him in the hip, the ‘attack’ not moving him an inch.
“Fine, Mister Smartypants, how would you pull it off?” You whine as you shift closer and rest your head on his shoulder. He looks down and gives you a mischievous grim. You can’t help but smile because you know your best friend has some deranged plan all set up already.
The first day you had met the Winchesters had been so normal.
It was a rather quiet day at your job. You own an herb and tea shop just like your favorite aunt. You loved the smell of spices and your aunt had worked hard to teach you how to be an apothecary.
You’re humming and organizing a special selection of Wesen-only reagents when you hear the bell ring on the front door. You perk up and gently rest the jars on the shelf before climbing down your step ladder. You frown softly as you sniff the air, you can smell stale blood.
You turn a corner around a spice-shelf and are finally in direct view of the front desk. You bite your lip gently as you spot two men standing before your desk. They’re both very tall and muscular but they don’t seem to smell hostile besides the blood. You decide to swallow down your fear and head behind the desk to help them.
“Morning, Gentlemen.” You greet them pleasantly, “How may I help you today?”
~*~z~*~
They were stuck in some tiny town just outside Portland, Oregon. It had been a long night that had turned into a long morning for the Winchesters. They were both exhausted and wanted to go back to their hotel to pass out but couldn’t yet. They were completely out of supplies for a spell and needed them soon.
It had been a blessing that Sam had spotted a tiny herb shop on their drive through the tiny town the night before. The boys were hoping that it would have at least some of the supplies they needed. Cas was currently nowhere to be found so they couldn’t ask him to fetch anything so this tea shop would have to do.
Dean drove the Impala up to the curb outside the shop and put her into park. He huffed and slumped back into his seat, casting a glance at his dozing brother in the passenger’s seat. The hunt was slow-going and last night had not really ended well.
Both brothers were horridly sore and banged up. They were unsure what they were hunting but it seemed to be some sort of shifter that had not reacted to silver. They were both at a loss and the thing had gotten away before they could even gank it. Now all Dean cared about was getting the massive bite on Sam’s arm cleaned up.
With a tired grunt, the eldest Winchester reached across the seat and gently shook his brother’s shoulder. Sam gasped and jerked awake on instinct, instantly calming once he saw it was just Dean. Too tired to speak, Dean nodded towards the shop and both brothers stiffly got out of the car.
Dean locked up and headed inside with Sam. Both brothers blinked in wonder as they entered the tea shop, the bell on the door ringing. It was small but extremely well stocked. They can’t help looking about in awe as they step up to the counter.
“Morning, Gentlemen.” Their attention is drawn to the pleasant voice. They both smile, though Dean’s is more of a leer, as they spot the shopkeeper. They’re small but cute, just like the rest of the shop, “How may I help you today?”
“Oh, good morning.” Sam greets you sweetly, his instant charm making you smile despite the wary glint Dean can see in your eye, “We were wondering if maybe you had some very rare herbs we’re looking for.”
“Well, let’s see, shall we?” You reply as you smooth out your apothecary smock, “And if I don’t, I’m sure my aunt will at her shop.” Both boys perk up at the sound of this. Two herb shops are better than one.
Dean watches you curiously as you lean over the counter to look at the list Sam has spread out on the counter top. He looks in interest as your gaze subtly flickers between both men while you steadily go over the list. He finds himself wondering why you’re so scared of them. There’s no blood splatter today and their wanted posters have been out of circulation for a while now.
“You’re in luck, boys!” You pipe up cutely as you gently snatch up the list, “I have all of these. Just let me grab them for you.” You have a little bounce to your step as you walk around the counter to the sales floor. You hum softly as you bustle about gathering their supplies. Both men seem rather gentle and polite so you’re not feeling as worried anymore.
“Alrighty, just give me a sec.” You tell them as you bring the jars to the counter and begin to measure out the amounts. The taller man is smiling at you and you swear the shorter one is checking you out. You flush slightly as you hold out their bagged reagents.
“Thank you very much.” The tall one says as he reaches forward. You frown as the movement makes him wince in pain. The smell of blood is no longer stale but fresh.
“Wait, you’re hurt.” You gasp and reach out, gently grasping his wrist to stop him as he grabs the supplies. The movement makes the smaller man stiffen defensively but the tall one that you’re holding doesn’t seem concerned.
“He’s fine.” Dean growls softly, suddenly feeling wary himself. He wants to know how you knew that Sam was hurt besides the wince.
“Please, let me help. I’m a trained apothecary.” You tell them softly. You may be a bit scared of them but they are your customers and one is hurt. You need to help.
“Thank you, that’d be wonderful.” Sam tiredly thanks you and Dean looks a little shocked. You smile brightly and let go of him as you walk around the counter.
You tell them to follow you to the back. You’re pretty sure you have everything to care for whatever’s wrong. You just hope they’re as nice as they seem.
~*~z~*~
Rosalee yawned loudly as she tiredly rubbed her eyes and scrubbed the front counter of the spice shop. She began to hum as she worked, giggling softly as Monroe’s arms slipped around her from behind. She turned her head to allow him to steal a kiss just as the phone rang.
Sighing, the two broke apart as Rosalee reached for the phone. She playfully slapped Monroe’s hand away as he moved his hands to tickle her.
“Spice and Tea. How can I help you?” She greets with a giggle.
“Hi, Aunt Rosalee!”
“{Y/n}, how nice to hear from you.”
“You too, Aunty Lee. Unm, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, what’s up, Kiddo?” You really have no idea why she calls you ‘kiddo’ still, you are barely younger than she is!
“Derger’s Wart is good for cleaning Skalengeck bites right?” Rosalee’s eyes widen in horror at the question.
“Yes, it is.”
“Thanks, Aunty Lee! Call you later!”
“{Y/n} are you oka-?!” Rosalee’s cut off as you suddenly hang up the phone. She’s gulping in worried breaths as she freezes. Worried, Monroe wraps his arms tighter.
“Rosalee, what’s wrong?”
“Monroe, call Nick. I think {Y/n} might be in trouble!”
...Sam’s concerned about you after you hunt on your own.
Supernatural - Sam
Pairing: Sam x Reader
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“Awww, c’mon, Sam.” You whine pathetically as the youngest Winchester sits you down on a chair at the kitchen table. You huff softly and cross your arms, pouting up at him as he opens the first aid kit. You start to tap your foot impatiently as he gets everything ready.
“I’m fine, really.” Your efforts to convince him that you’re fine are foiled horribly by the blood flowing heavily from the gash in your hairline, “You know head wounds bleed a lot.”
“You’re not fine, {Y/n}. You could have been seriously hurt answering the hunt on your own while we were out.” Sam scolds you as he fussily cleans away the blood from the gash so he can clean it, “What were you thinking?!”
“That you guys were busy and someone needed to save those people.” You reply in a grumpy mumble. You shift and make a small sound of pain as he cleans the wound out.
Desperate to get out of your boyfriend’s care, you look pleadingly down at the other end of the table and catch Dean’s eye. He raises an eyebrow at you and snickers at your misfortune before going back to his card game with Cas. Your pleading look turns into a death glare.
Cas’ unblinking blue gaze catches your eye and the two of you simply stare at each other for a second. You have not known him long enough to be able to read his emotions like Dean can. Their intense connection actually weirds you out a tiny bit. Though, you don’t get to dwell on that because suddenly you yelp as Sam cleans something sharp out of your wound.
You gently slap his leg and give him a glare as well. He gives you an apologetic look as you moodily slump in your chair. He leans down and kisses your forehead as he fixes the butterfly bandages to your gash. You huff softly and whine, it’s just too hard to stay mad at the younger Winchester.
“All done, Sweetheart.” He hums softly as he lovingly wipes the drying blood off the side of your face. You grumble nonsensically to him as you rest you head against his hip.
You still don’t get why he was so worried. Sure, it was your first solo hunt since they took you in and trained you but it wasn’t that bad. It had just been a single straggling vamp, not even a nest. Sam was over reacting.
“Thanks, Sam.” You mumble against his jeans and cross your arms defiantly. You’re really not all that mad at him anymore but you gotta act the part. You’re still trying to get Dean to like you and he likes attitude. It’s been a hard climb up hill to get into his good graces because you started out dating Sam before becoming a hunter and he kicked into “protective big brother” mode. But, you’re slowy (very slowly) getting there.
You pull away and sit up, chancing a look at Sam. You instantly regret the choice because now his arms are crossed and he’s giving you a look at means ‘don’t ever do that again’.
“Fine.” You groan and roll your eyes, raising your arms for a hug. He quickly scoops you up into his arms and hold you close. You can hear Dean snickering again but who cares, Sam’s hugs are warm and secure. Screw your image!
