Pairings: Sam X Reader (Past) Dean X Reader, Sam X Ruby
Warnings: slight angst
Sam had longed for her. He craved her. He had her, but she slipped through his fingers. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his embrace. But she was gone. She had betrayed him. He had nothing left.
You missed him. More than anything, you wanted him back. You wanted him here with you instead of with her. You had him once, but he slipped from your grasp. He left you. He left without a word and moved on as if you were nothing. He moved on with Lisa as if nothing had happened.
Sam found you in Deanâs old room. You sat on the edge of the bed staring at the blank wall remembering all the lies Dean had once told you. Endless seas of past âI love youâs swarmed your brain. Sam sat next to you gently placing his hand on the small of your back. You looked up at him and saw the pain and the emptiness in his eyes. You stared at each other searching for something you knew youâd never find.
He leaned in, and his lips brushed against yours. There was no spark, no flame, but yet you pushed your lips back against his. You spent the night in his bed. His embrace cold and unfamiliar. The nights repeated. You would shared the night in each otherâs bed. No spark, no flame. But yet you couldnât stop. You tried to fill the void in your heart with him. He tried to fill the void in his heart with you.
Years passed by and the same routine never changed. You began to wonder if this would ever be enough. One day he proposed. Out of the blue. You didnât want to say yes, but you had no reason to say no. Maybe marriage would be enough. Sam had proposed to you hoping to bring something into this twisted relationship between you two. He thought marriage would bring you closer. He thought marriage would spark a passion.
You were wed a month later but nothing changed. The passionless nights continued and the hole in your heart only widened. It wasnât enough. You werenât enough for him. He wasnât enough for you. It would never be enough.
Who the Hell are You? pt. 2 (Bucky X Reader !Zemoâs Sister!)
PART ONE
TFATWS SEASON 1 EPISODE 3 SPOILERS!
turning this into a series. hereâs part 2.
Summary: Bucky helps Zemo break out of prison. What he doesnât know is that he brought someone along with him.
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Warnings: profanity, alcohol, violence (slight)
âZemo I swear to God. Youâve been wearing it for hours. Take off that sweater or Iâll fucking rip it off of you.â âIâd like to see you try Samuel.â âYou little-â âWhat is going on?â Y/N asked from the doorway. She and Bucky had gotten back to the hotel after some booze and a nice dinner together. They were currently standing in the doorway staring at Sam and Zemo. Sam had his arms wrapped around Zemo from behind and his hands were clawing at the sweater that Zemo had on. Zemoâs hands were on top of Samâs and his sweater was halfway up his torso exposing some of his stomach. Sam immediately released Zemo from his grip and backed away as if he had been burned. He coughed and cleared his throat awkwardly. âDonât stop on our account.â Bucky said looking at Sam with a mocking smirk. âShut up man. He stole my sweater. I was just trying to get it back.â Sam said. Zemo pulled the sweater down and smoothed it out. âI was cold.â Zemo said plainly. âRight.â Bucky said. His smirk still planted on his lips. âWhatever man. Where the hell were you guys anyway?â Sam asked. âYes. Where were you ŃĐ”ŃŃŃĐ°? (sister)â Zemo asked Y/N with a hard look on his face and a lifted eyebrow.
âWe went out to escape the constant bickering of you two ĐžĐŽĐžĐŸŃŃ. (idiots)â Y/N said as she walked passed the boys and into her room. âY/N.â Zemo said before following her to her room and closing the door. Sam turned to Bucky. âWhat the fuck man?â he said. âWhat?â Bucky asked. âSheâs a fucking criminal Buck. Criminal. Sheâs Zemoâs sister for Christâs sake! You could fuck any other girl out there but you chose the Russian spy princess.â Sam said. âItâs not like that Sam. All we did was drink some booze and go to dinner. Itâs nothing.â Bucky said. âItâs not like that Sam. Itâs nothing.â Sam said in a high-pitched mocking voice. âWeâre here for a reason. Weâre here because Karli is out there with the serum. Weâre here to find out whatâs going on and how to stop it and thatâs it. No more fucking around with Zemo.â Sam said. âDonât call her that. Itâs weird.â Bucky said. Sam looked at him. âSeriously man? Thatâs all you got out of what I just said?â Sam said. âNo I got it. Weâre on a mission.â Bucky said. Sam nodded his head. âGood. Donât forget it.â
âThe бДлŃĐč ĐĐŸĐ»Đș? (White Wolf) You have got to be kidding me.â Zemo said. he was sitting on the edge of Y/Nâs bed as she unpacked her bag. âIt is nothing бŃĐ°Ń. (brother) He is a mere friend.â Y/N said not even bothering to turn around. âHe is not a friend. He is a pawn. We are here on a mission and that is it. Or have you forgotten ĐČĐŸŃĐŸĐ±Đ”Đč? (Sparrow)â Zemo said in a low voice. Y/N shut her eyes. She let out a breath before shaking her head. âNo, I have not forgotten.â she said. âHe is only of temporary use to us. Do not forget that.â Zemo said. Y/N nodded her head. Zemo saw the pain hidden deep in her eyes. âI am sorry ĐŒĐ°Đ»ŃŃĐșĐ°. (little one) But we must complete this. For ĐŒĐ°ĐŒĐ° Đž папа. (mother and father)â Zemo said. He cared very deeply for his sister and he hated to see her unhappy, but they needed to stay focused and fulfill their mission. Y/N nodded her head. âFor ĐŒĐ°ĐŒĐ° Đž папа. (mother and father)â Y/N said. Zemo stood up and gave Y/N a comforting pat on the shoulder before stepping out of the room. Y/N sighed and flopped onto the bed. âWhat am I going to do?â Y/N mumbled to herself.
âWhat am I going to do?â Bucky mumbled to himself as he sat on the edge of his bed. He had become attached to the Russian spy. She was charming and charismatic. But he knew that they could never be involved. She was a Zemo. The sister of the very man who turned Bucky into the monster he once was. He knew that when all this was over, Sam would have both of them in shackles. Bucky let out a sigh and rubbed his palm down his face. âYou okay man?â Sam asked from the doorway of Buckyâs room. Bucky looked up at him. âJust a bit tired.â Bucky lied. Sam nodded his head. âAre you ready for tomorrow?â Sam asked. Bucky nodded. âLook man, I know becoming... you know again is difficult-â Bucky shook his head and cut him off. âI can handle it Sam.â Bucky said. Sam nodded his head. âAlright. Goodnight man.â Sam said before leaving the room. âNight.â Bucky replied softly. Sam left Buckyâs room at the same time that Zemo left Y/Nâs room. Zemo accidentally bumped into Sam on his way to his room. âHey! Watch it princess.â Sam said irritated. Zemo smirked. âMy apologies ĐłĐŸĐ»ŃбŃ. (pigeon)â Zemo said before walking into his room. âWhat did you just call me?!â Sam shouted before Zemo closed the door behind him.
âWe are going to go in and blend in. Y/N and I are of high status and we should be recognized immediately by the members of the Brass Monkey. As for you two, you will need to disguise as someone else. James, you will resume your identity as the Winter Soldier and Samuel will play the role of Conrad Mack better known as the Smiling Tiger.â Zemo explained at the breakfast table the next morning. âDonât call me Samuel.â Sam said glaring at Zemo. âMy apologies.â Zemo said sarcastically. âI have had the finest suits imported from Roma for this special occasion. Appearance is of great importance.â Zemo told them. âSo what we just waltz in there and party while waiting?â Sam asked. Y/N shook her head. âYou will need to act as intimidating as possible in order to convince others of your false identities.â Y/N explained. The boys nodded their heads. âWe will leave in two hours.â Zemo said before getting up. âHey Y/N.â Sam said as Y/N stood up. âYes?â she asked. âWhat does golubâ mean?â Y/N gave him a questioning look. âGolubâ. ĐłĐŸĐ»ŃбŃ?â she asked. Sam nodded his head. âYeah yeah same thing different accent. What does it mean?â Sam asked annoyed. Zemo chuckled before entering his room and closing the door. âIt means rock bird. Pigeon.â Y/N replied. Zemoâs laugh echoed through the room from behind his door. âThat little shit.â Sam said.
âWe have to do something about this. Iâm the only one here who looks like a pimp.â Sam said gesturing to his suit as the four of them walked towards the car that would take them to the Brass Monkey. âOnly an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man youâre supposed to be playing.â Zemo responded. âNo matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There is no margin for error.â Y/N said. Sam and Bucky nodded their heads. âHigh Townâs that way.â Zemo pointed towards the town. âNot a bad place if you want to visit, but Low Townâs the other way.â Zemo said. âLet me guess. We donât have any friends in High Town.â Sam said before getting into the car. Zemo looked at Y/N silently conversing with her. She gave a slight nod before entering the car.
The four of them entered the Brass Monkey. As soon as they stepped foot inside, all eyes where on them. âĐłĐŸŃĐŸĐČ ĐżĐŸĐŽŃĐžĐœĐžŃŃŃŃ, Đ·ĐžĐŒĐœĐžĐč ŃĐŸĐ»ĐŽĐ°Ń? (Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?)â Zemo said to Bucky as the four of them walked through the crowd towards the bar. Bucky gave a firm nod. âHello gentlemen. Wasnât expecting you, Smiling Tiger.â the bartender said to them. âHis plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.â Y/N told him. âThe usual?â the bartender asked Sam. Sam nodded his head. The bartender walked over and grabbed a live snake that was stuffed inside a jar. Bucky and Sam looked at the snake is confusion. The bartender slit open the belly of the snake. âAh.â Zemo said. âYour favorite, Smiling Tiger.â he said looking at Sam. The bartender removed a part of the snakeâs intestine and dropped it into a shot glass filled with vodka. âI love these.â Sam said lifting up his glass and looking at the bartender. âCheers Conrad.â Y/N said before tapping her glass to Samâs and drinking her shot. Sam struggled to drink the disgusting concoction, but eventually got it down with a slight grimace. The bartender gave him a skeptical look before nodding and looking away.
Zemo was standing at the bar with them when a bald man walked up behind him. âI got word from on high. You ainât welcome here.â the man said looking at Zemo and Y/N. âWe have no business with the Power Broker.â Y/N said. âBut if he insists, he can either come and talk to us...â Zemo started. âNew haircut?â the man interrupted looking at Bucky. â... or bring Selby for a chat.â Zemo finished. The man gave Zemo a look and walked away. âA power broker. Really?â Bucky said looking at Zemo. âEvery kingdom needs its king. Letâs just pray we stay under his radar.â Zemo responded. âDo you know him?â Sam asked. âOnly by reputation.â Y/N answered. âIn Mandripoor, he is judge, jury, and executioner.â Y/N said. She saw a man walking up behind Zemo. She nodded to Zemo and he turned around to see the man approaching him. Zemo turned back around and looked at Bucky. âĐĐžĐŒĐœĐžĐč ŃĐŸĐ»ĐŽĐ°Ń. ĐŃĐ°ĐșĐ°.â (Winter Soldier. Attack.) he said. Y/N gave Bucky a firm reassuring nod. The man firmly placed his hand on Zemoâs shoulder and Bucky stalked towards him.
this is a little triggering but could you do a dean x reader where he comments about her body and she gets insecure and stops eating? sorry if this is too much to write
!TW: SELF HARM, BODY DYSMORPHIA, EATING DISORDERS!
Darling, You're Perfect (Dean X Reader One-Shot)
Summary: Dean and Y/N always pick on each other, but one day Dean takes it too far and he has to fix what he has broken before its too late.
Pairing: Dean X female! Reader
Warnings: profanity, alcohol, self harm, body dysmorphia, anorexia, graphic descriptions of self harm
Dean and Y/N were always bickering with one another. They would always pick on each other and make snide comments about each other. They bickered constantly but they were the best of friends. They had each otherâs backs and always looked out for one another. They just bickered because thatâs how that bonded. They never took any insults too seriously. Well, that was until Dean took it too far.
âSpeed up grandpa! Weâll never catch it if you drive 2 miles per hour!â Y/N told Dean from the backseat of the impala as they chased after a werewolf. âShut it, you seat warmer. Iâm going as fast as I can! We wouldnât even be in this situation if you had just shot the damn thing Ms. Butterfingers.â Dean retorted. âYouâre the one who scared it off!â she shouted back. âThatâs because I was trying to shoot it because you were frozen in your spot like you saw fucking Medusa!â he shouted back. âStop it! Just shut up! It doesnât matter whoâs fault it was! It only matters that we catch the damn thing. So shut it. Youâre giving me a headache.â Sam said irritated. He pinched the bridge of his nose to try to release some of the tension. Dean and Y/N kept the bickering to a minimum for the rest of the hunt.
They finally caught up to the werewolf and ganked the damn thing. Y/N distracted it while Sam and Dean took the shot. Y/N was a fast runner but the werewolf was faster. It tackled Y/N to the ground and started to claw at her. She was pinned beneath the creature for a few seconds before she heard a few gunshots. The wolf went limp and Y/N rolled it off of her. She had cuts on her back and arms from falling on the ground and a gash on her right thigh from the werewolf. âY/N! Are you alright?â Sam asked as he jogged up to her. She nodded her head. âYeah. Just few scratches. Nothing too bad.â she said nonchalantly. Sam looked at her thigh. âThatâs gonna need stitches.â he said. âIâll let you stitch it up when we get back to the motel.â Y/N told Sam. âWhat happened? I thought you where lightning fast?â Dean said with a cocky smirk. âShut up Dean. You wonât have even made it as far as I did before tripping over your own feet.â she said. Sam chuckled. On the last hunt Dean had tripped over his own feet while running and fell flat on his face. âThat was one fucking time!â Dean said annoyed. Y/N rolled her eyes and walked back to the impala.
She took off her flannel and tied it around her thigh to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. âYou better not bleed on my leather seats.â Dean said as he climbed into the driverâs seat. âWouldnât dream of it your highness.â she said mockingly. Dean just rolled his eyes. The ride was pretty quiet aside from the soft sounds of Led Zeppelin playing on the radio and Sam occasionally checking on Y/N. They finally got back to the motel after an hour. They were all exhausted. Y/N was sitting on the bed. âOkay letâs stitch you up.â Sam said walking towards Y/N. He was holding some gauze, rubbing alcohol, dental floss, and a sewing needle. Y/N untied the flannel from her thigh and removed her jeans. She said back down on the bed in a black tank top and a pair of black panties. When you live with the Winchesters, thereâs very little privacy when you all share one motel room and a small bathroom. They had all seen each other in their underwear while changing. They didnât think much of it. That was just the life of a hunter. Sam kneeled down in front of Y/N. He unscrewed the bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured some onto Y/Nâs wound to disinfect it. âFuck.â Y/N muttered quietly with her teeth clenched. She had had multiple stitches before but the rubbing alcohol always stung like a bitch. âOuch.â Dean said looking at Y/N from the couch with a smirk while he sipped on a bottle of beer. âShut up Dean.â Sam and Y/N said at the same time.
Dean rolled his eyes and smirked. Sam finished stitching up Y/Nâs thigh and wrapped it in gauze. âOkay youâre all set.â Sam said before standing up. âThanks Sam.â Y/N said before getting up and grabbing clothes from her bag. She pulled out an old AC/DC long sleeved shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. She changed into the clothes and walked to the small kitchen area. They were lucky enough to get a motel room that had a bathroom, 2 twin beds, a futon, a mini fridge, and a microwave. Y/N was starving. She opened the mini fridge and pulled out a burger that she had saved from last night. She popped it in the microwave and waited for it to heat up. When the microwave beeped, she took out her burger and walked over to her bed. She sat down and started hungrily munching on her burger. Sam was on his bed next to Y/N looking up more cases on his laptop while Dean sat on the couch in front of Y/Nâs bed sipping on his beer. He chuckled. âSlow down Y/N, jeez. Youâre going at that burger like you havenât eaten in weeks.â Y/N rolled her eyes. âShut up Dean. At least I eat after hunts instead of drowning myself in booze.â she shot back. Dean had a history of drinking himself stupid after most hunts. It helped him relax. Dean scoffed. Y/N was still viciously chomping on her burger. âYeah well at least I donât let food get the better of me. Maybe thatâs why youâre so slow now. Those burgers have really gotten you out of shape!â Dean said before laughing. Sam looked up from his computer once he heard Dean utter those words. He looked a Dean with wide eyes. Y/N had struggled a lot in the past about her image and Dean knew that. He had crossed the line and cut too deep. Sam saw a flash of hurt in Y/Nâs eyes before she tried to play it off like it was nothing. âWhatever Dean.â she said before getting up and going to the kitchen. She threw away what was left of her burger and grabbed a glass of water.
She walked back to her bag and pulled out her laptop and her headphones. âHey Sam whatâs the wifi password?â she asked looking over at Sam. He could tell that Deanâs comment had hurt her but he didnât want to bring it up. He knew that she was strong and he didnât want to make things worse by talking to her about it. âItâs 885gt37k.â he said. Y/N typed in the password. âThanks Sam.â she said. She plugged in her headphones and logged into Netflix. She clicked on Shameless and started watching intently. Dean got up and threw away his beer bottle. âIâm gonna head to the bar and see if I can pick up any hot chicks. See ya.â he said before leaving the motel room and heading to the impala. Y/N gave him a little nod goodbye and Sam just rolled his eyes. The hours passed and Y/N started to get tired. She shut her laptop and placed it on the bedside table before walking to the bathroom.
She stood at the sink and stared into the mirror. She had hated the way she looked growing up. She hated everything about herself. She turned to the side and looked at her stomach and arms. Dean was right. She had put on a bit of weight. Her arms where thick and her stomach jutted out. Silent tears started to roll down her cheeks as she continued to look at her body. In reality, Y/N was not overweight at all. She had grown muscle in her arms and her stomach was well defined. She had a nice figure with smooth curves that fit her perfectly. She was so blinded by Deanâs words that she could no longer see the body that she was proud of. She could only remember how she felt growing up. She grabbed one of her pocket knifes from the bathroom cabinet and stared at it. She hadnât purposely hurt herself since she was 16. She swore that she would never do it again but she couldn't keep that promise. She rolled up her sleeve and stared at her arm. She took the knife and slid it over her forearm. She hissed from the sting of the cut but she felt a bit of relief. She felt like she deserved the pain so she did it again. And again. And again. Her arm was covered in blood by the time she finally stopped. Her arm hurt like crazy and it was tingling from the pain. She turned on the faucet and ran her arm under the running water. She grimaced when the water came in contact with her arm. She cleaned the cuts before getting the spare gauze that sat in the cabinet drawer. She wrapped her arm with the gauze before pulling her sleeve back down to cover it. She looked at herself one more time in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom.
Sam looked at her as she came out of the bathroom. She walked over to her bed and slid under the covers. She turned off her bedside lamp and turned to Sam. âGoodnight Sam.â she said before turning the other way. âGoodnight Y/N. I found a case for tomorrow so weâll be up and out by 10am.â he said. âAlright sounds good. Goodnight.â she said. âNight.â Sam replied. It was 2 in the morning when Dean came back. Y/N was fast asleep and Sam was getting ready for bed when Dean walked in. He wasnât drunk, but he definitely wasnât sober. âPrincess fell asleep already?â Dean asked gesturing to Y/N. âYeah. She watched a little bit of Shameless before hitting the hay. She was pretty tired from the hunt.â Sam said. âYeah I bet. That damn werewolf got her good. She handled it like a badass.â Dean said before taking off his shirt and pulling on a new one. Sam rolled his eyes. âWhy donât you tell her that then instead of poking fun at her?â Sam ask. Dean shrugged his shoulders. âThatâs just how we are man. We say shit but she knows I never mean it.â he said. He laid down on the couch with his hands behind his head. âAre you sure she knows? She seemed pretty hurt by that comment you made earlier.â Sam told him. Dean shook his head. âNah she knows I didnât mean any of that shit. I mean look at her. Sheâs in better shape than you and I combined.â he said. Sam hummed in response before climbing into his bed. âOkay man just be careful.â he said before turning off the lamp. Dean nodded his head. âGoodnight Sammy.â he said. âGoodnight Dean.â Sam replied.
Y/N was startled awake by a nightmare. She had dreamt that she was being attacked by a shapeshifter and Dean just stood by and watched. âMaybe this wouldnât have happened if you just stayed in shape. We donât need your fat ass weighing us down. Itâs a shame you werenât skinnier. If you were, I might have even liked you.â Dean said in her dream. Y/N was sitting up in her bed sweating. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was 5 in the morning. Y/N rubbing her hands down her face. She got up and put on her running shoes before quietly slipping out of the room. She walked around before tying her hair in a ponytail. She stretched a bit and started to run. She wanted to get in really good shape. She wasnât going to let her weight slow down the boys. She was going to do whatever it took to get into shape.
Sam woke up at 7. He looked over and saw that Y/N wasnât in bed. He figured that she had just woken up and gone out somewhere before she had to come back for the hunt. Sam got up and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Dean woke up a little while after while Sam was in the shower. He rubbed his eyes and walked over to the sink to grab a glass of water. Sam walked out of the shower. âHey.â he said when he saw Dean. Dean nodded his head. âHey Sammy. You seen Y/N?â he asked. Sam shook his head. âNo but Iâm sure sheâll be back soon.â Dean nodded his head and took another gulp of water. Sam was going over the case with Dean when Y/N came back. She was sweaty and her face was red. She was breathing hard from running for so long. âHey Y/N. Went for a morning running?â Sam asked. Y/N nodded âYeah. I woke up early and decided to be productive.â Dean chuckled. âThatâs a first.â he said. Y/N rolled her eyes. âShut up. I donât see you doing anything productive.â she said before grabbing a pair of clothes and walking to the bathroom. âThatâs because I donât have to sweetheart. Iâm perfect.â Dean said with a smirk. Y/N scoffed. âWhatever.â she said before walking into the bathroom.
She stripped out of her sweaty clothes and turned the shower on. She looked at her body in the mirror while waiting for the water to warm up. She felt good after her run. She felt accomplished. If she kept this up, sheâd be fit in no time. She just had to avoid food and work her ass off. She looked at her forearm that was wrapped in gauze. She unwrapped it and looked at the cuts on her arm. She had cut very deep last night so the cuts had not yet begun to heal. She threw away the soiled gauze from her arm and thigh and stepped into the shower. Her arm stung but she paid no attention to it. The water felt good on her skin and she felt relaxed. She was rinsing her hair when she heard a knock at the door. âHurry up Y/N! We donât have all day. Weâre grabbing breakfast in 10 minutes.â she heard Dean say from behind the bathroom door. She shut off the water and grabbed her towel. âAlright!â she hollered. She dried herself off and carefully dried her arm and thigh before wrapping them up in fresh gauze. She put on her clothes before stepping out of the bathroom. Her hair was still slightly wet but she didnât care. The boys were already in the car when she stepped out. She walked out the door and made her way towards the impala. She got into the backseat and strapped on her seatbelt. âAlright letâs go.â Dean said before driving off.
They drove to a diner that was near the place where the case was. The three of them walked into the diner and sat down. Sam sat next to Y/N and Dean sat by himself on the other side of the table. âDamn. They have those sausage and hash brown bacon wrapped things.â Dean said staring at the menu. A waitress walked over and stood by the table. âHi welcome in. Iâm Loraine. What can I get yâall?â she asked. âHi Loraine. Could I get a bacon wrap with pancakes and a black coffee?â Dean asked with a charming smile. The waitress blushed and wrote down his order on her note pad. âAnd you?â she asked looking at Sam. âIâll get bacon and scrambled eggs with some coffee please.â he ask. She nodded her head and scribbled down Samâs order. âAnd what would you like?â she asked Y/N. âJust a water please.â she told her. Loraine nodded. âAlright Iâll be back with those drinks.â she said before walking away. âYouâre not hungry?â Dean asked Y/N. She shook her head. âI ate earlier this morning.â she lied. Sam and Dean nodded their heads believing her. The waitress came back with their drinks and later brought their food. Dean stuffed his face while Sam slowly ate his eggs. Y/N just sipped on her water and thought about the case. âSo what are we hunting?â she asked. âMost likely a witch.â Sam replied. Y/N nodded.
The boys finished up their food and they were on their way. The hunt had gone great. They tracked down the witch and killed him with ease. Y/N chased the witch down and tackled her before killing her. âDamn Y/N. That was amazing. See what happens when you donât stuff your mouth with burgers 24/7?â Dean said. Y/N rolled her eyes and walked back to the impala with Sam.
For weeks Y/N didnât eat. She worked out every moment she got and avoided eating at all costs. She was finally starting to like how she looked. She was finally getting fit. Or at least she thought she was. In reality she had gotten sickly thin. Her face looked sunken in and her arms looked like twigs. Her ribs were jutting out of her side and you could see her spine. She was slowly wilting away without realizing. Dean had walked into the room while Y/N was changing one day and he was shocked. She looked so thin. She was all skin and bones. She looked so fragile. She turned around and saw Dean staring at her. âWhat?â she asked as she pulled on her hoodie. Sam walked into the room and saw Dean staring at Y/N like he had seen a ghost. âWhat happened?â Sam asked Y/N. She shrugged her shoulders. Dean turned to Sam and took him by the wrist before dragging him out of the room and shutting the door. âOw! Dean whatâs going on?â Sam asked. âSam thereâs something wrong with Y/N.â he said worriedly. Samâs eyes widened. âWhat? What happened? Whatâs wrong? Is she possessed?â Sam asked frantically. Dean shook his head. âNo. No itâs nothing like that.â he said. âThen what is it?â Sam asked. âI saw her changing and- and she looked... she looked like a skeleton man. She was so thin. I could see her spine and her ribs poking out. And now that I think of it, I havenât seen her eat in a while. She's been working out like crazy but I donât remember when was the last time I saw her eat anything.â Dean said. âWhat are we going to do?â Sam asked.
Dean walked back into the room with Sam to see Y/N doing sit ups on the floor. Dean cleared his throat. âUm Y/N? Can we talk to you for a minute?â he asked. Y/N looked at him and stood up. âYeah whatâs going on?â she said before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Sam and Dean stood in front of her. âWe noticed that youâve been working out a lot lately. And thatâs good but-â Sam cut himself off. âBut what?â Y/N asked. âBut we havenât been seeing you eat lately.â Dean said. Y/N didnât say anything. âY/N when was the last time you ate?â Sam asked. She shrugged her shoulders. âY/N. When was the last time you ate?â Dean asked more firmly. Y/Nâs eyes started to fill with tears. âA few weeks ago. After we hunted that werewolf.â she said quietly. Deanâs breath hitched. He remembered that night. He had made fun of her for eating her burger and poked fun at her weight. He turned to Sam. âSammy could you give us a minute?â he asked. Sam nodded and stepped outside. Dean sat next to Y/N on the bed. âWas it- was it because of what I said?â Dean asked. Y/Nâs silence was all the response that Dean needed. He shook his head and grabbed Y/Nâs hand. âY/N look at me.â he said. She turned to look at him. âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean a word of it. I was just being an asshole Y/N. Youâre so strong and fit I donât know why I said any of that. Youâre so beautiful. You have amazing curves that fit your body perfectly and your arms and abs are so defined. You are so breathtaking Y/N. Iâm so sorry for what I said. None of it was true at all. Darling, youâre perfect.â Dean said staring into Y/Nâs eyes. She was crying and tears were streaming down her face. âCome here sweetheart.â Dean said as he pulled her into a hug. Her head rested on Deanâs chest and his chin rested on top of her head. He had his arms wrapped around her and he was soothing rubbing her back. âIâm so sorry Y/N.â He said before placing a kiss on her head.
They stayed like that for a while before Y/N pulled away to look at Dean. âIâm sorry.â she said quietly. âNo sweetheart donât do that. Donât apologize. This was my fault, not yours. And Iâm going to do everything I can to fix it. Starting with taking you on a date and making sure you eat the best food there is to eat around here.â Dean said with a charming smile. Y/N nodded. âThank you Dean.â she said. He kissed her on the forehead. âYouâre welcome.â
A few months had passed and Y/N had gone back to normal. She was eating regularly and working out regularly. Y/N and Dean had stopped bickering and started building each other up instead. Dean had asked her out a few times and they had been going out ever since. Y/N still got insecure from time to time but Dean was always there to reassure her that she was beautiful. âDarling, youâre perfect.â
Zemo walked out behind a utility shelf in the mechanical garage wearing a security guard uniform. Sam saw him and immediately lost it. âWhat are you doing here?!â he yelled. âI didnât wanna tell you because I knew you wouldnât let this happen.â Bucky said trying to calm him down. âWhat did you do?!â Sam asked frantically. âWe need him Sam.â Bucky said. âYouâre going back to prison!â Sam shouted while pointing his finger accusingly at Zemo. âIf I may.â Zemo started as he removed his security guard hat. âNO!â Sam and Bucky yelled in unison. Zemo looked down and nodded his head. âApologies.â he said quietly. âWhen Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you backed him. You broke the law and you stuck your neck out for me. Iâm asking you to do it again.â Bucky told Sam. Zemo spoke up. âI really think Iâm invaluable-â Sam cut him off. âShut up.â Zemo gave him a look while Sam glared at him. âI really think you should let him speak.â a female voice with a light Russian accent said. Sam and Bucky turned their heads. There was a woman walking up behind Zemo. She was of average height. She had brown hair and brown eyes. She wore black leather shorts and a red velvet slim-fitted vest with a white shirt underneath and a black choker around her neck. She had ripped black stockings under her shorts and beige knee high socks with black leather boots. She had a brown leather belt with a bag attached to the side and a holster with a gun strapped around her thigh.
âWho the hell are you?â Sam asked. Bucky just stood there staring at the woman. She was gorgeous. âThe nameâs Y/N.â she said. Zemo glanced at her. âGentlemen, I would like to introduce to you my sister.â He said gesturing to Y/N. Sam looked at Bucky. âDid you know about this?â he asked. Bucky shook his head. âI called her. She will be of great help to us.â Zemo said. Sam glared at him. âWe donât need any more criminals to keep an eye on. How could she even help us anyway?â Sam asked. Y/N swiftly took her gun out of her holster. She pointed it towards Sam and started shooting rapidly. Sam and Buckyâs eyes went wide. Y/N had shot the shape of a middle finger on the wall behind Sam. âTop shooter in Sokovia.â she said calmly. Zemo smirked. Bucky and Sam looked at each other. Bucky shrugged his shoulders. Sam let out a sigh and shook his head. âOkay. If we do this, you guys donât make a move without our permission.â he said looking at Zemo and Y/N. âFair.â they said. Sam looked at Bucky before looking back at Zemo. âOkay, Zemo. Where do we start?â Zemo grinned.
Zemo led them into a massive garage filled with many classic and expensive cars. âSo our first move is grand theft auto?â Sam said. âThese are ours. Collected by family over the generations.â Y/N replied. âI spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once itâs out there,â Zemo started, âSomeone can create an army of people. Like the Avengers.â Y/N finished. Zemo opened the door of one of the cars and grabbed some of his clothing and placed it into a black bag. Y/N, Bucky, and Sam stood around waiting. âI ended the Winter Soldier program once before.â Zemo said. âI have no intention to leave my work unfinished.â Y/N spoke up. âTo do this, weâll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.â she said. âWell, join the party. Weâve, already started.â Sam said. âFirst stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence we still have a line on. From there, we climb.â Y/N said walking out of the garage with Zemo. Sam and Bucky following close behind them.
They walked out and made their way to a jet. An old man in a suit stood at the bottom of the stairs. Sam looked around. âSo this whole time youâve been rich?â Sam asked looking around. âIâm a Baron, Sam. Sheâs a Baroness.â Zemo said gesturing to his sister. âOur family was royalty before your friends destroyed our country.â Y/N said. Zemo greeted the man at the stairs before getting onto the jet. The rest of them followed. Zemo sat next to Sam and Y/N sat next to Bucky. âSo where are we going?â Sam asked. âMadripoor.â Y/N answered. âWhat is it? You guys talk about it like itâs Skull Island.â Sam said. âItâs an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800âs.â Bucky replied. âItâs kept itâs lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves.â Y/N said. âJames, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.â Zemo said. âIs that alright with you James?â Y/N asked. Bucky looked at her and nodded. âYou can call me Bucky.â he said. She smiled.
Bucky and Y/N spoke with each other during the remainder of the flight. Bucky shared his experiences with Y/N Â as the Winter Soldier. Y/N shared her experiences too. She was trained in the Red Room and part of the Black Widow Program. Bucky learned many things about the Zemo family from Y/N. He learned about their blue blood and the amount of power that their family once held. He soon learned that the Zemos where fairly good people. They had the right morals and intentions that were just unfortunately executed poorly. Bucky was starting to take a liking to Y/N. She was strong and confident. She held herself with grace and was genuine. She was a killing machine with the face of an angel. Y/N had taken a liking to Bucky as well. He was quite and kept to himself, but he was genuine when he spoke. He was kindhearted and protective of his loved ones. He was everything Y/N found attractive.
They landed in Madripoor and Zemo led them to a high class hotel. He ordered one room with four separate bedrooms. Sam and Zemo got settled into their rooms while Y/N and Bucky stayed behind in the common area. âItâs been a long time since Iâve been here.â Bucky said. He was here on a mission the last time and the memories were all coming back. Y/N could see his struggle with being back in Madripoor. âI am going to take a look around. Maybe grab a drink and unwind. Would you like to join me?â Y/N asked. Bucky looked over to see Sam and Zemo arguing about something. âDo you really think we should leave them alone together?â Bucky said. Y/N chuckled. âMy brother can fend for himself for a while.â Bucky smiled and left the room with Y/N.
They walked down the street and received many stares from strangers. âRemember, you are the Winter Soldier.â Y/N said to Bucky. Bucky gave a firm nod. They walked into a bar and sat down. âTwo bourbons on the rocks.â Y/N said as she tapped on the counter. The bartender slid over the drinks and Y/N caught it with ease. She passed one to Bucky and downed hers with no problem. Buckyâs eyes widened. He had never seen anyone finish a glass of bourbon in one go. This woman was a badass. âDamn.â Bucky said. Y/N looked at him. âWhat?â she asked. âNothing. Nothing just. Wow. That was really attractive.â Bucky said with a grin. Y/N chuckled. âDonât let my brother hear that.â she said. Bucky gave a genuine smile. âI like you Y/N. Youâre strong and independent. I like that.â Bucky said. Confidence had hit him out of nowhere. Maybe it was the alcohol. Y/N smiled. âI like you too Winter Soldier.â she said with a mocking salute. Bucky laughed. âWould you like to get out of here?â Bucky asked. Y/N looked around the bar and turned to Bucky. âYes. I would like that.â she replied. They got up and walked out of the bar and made their way to a small restaurant a few blocks down.
âWhere the hell is my sweater man?â Sam asked irritated? Zemo walked out of the bathroom wearing Samâs burgundy knitted sweater. âWhat did you say?â he asked as he walked out. Sam glared at him. âWhy are you wearing my sweater? Take that shit off.â Sam said. Zemo just shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the sitting chair in the common area and picked up a book. âI was cold.â he said simply. Sam rolled his eyes. âIâm gonna kill him.â he muttered before walking back to his room and locking his door.
hiii do you think you could do a reader x dean oneshot where she lives in the bunker with the boys and dean is really mean to her and pushes her away because he has feelings for her and he thinks he's protecting her but its actually hurting the reader? sorry that was a lot lol
I love this!
The Wall Between Us (Dean X Reader One-Shot)
Summary: The reader has been living at the bunker with the boys for almost a year now. She's like a part of the family. All the boys love her. Well almost all of them. Dean is harsh and cold to the reader. One day he takes things too far. Can he fix things before it's too late?
Paring(s): Dean Winchester X fem! Reader (background: Sam Winchester X Eileen Leahy, Castiel X Jack Klein *father-son-relationship*)
Warnings: profanity, angst
Y/N was in the library researching cases with Jack when the boys came home. âKids weâre home!â Y/N heard Sam shout. She and Jack got up and went to greet the boys. She walked over and hugged Sam. Sam was her best friend. Theyâve grown close to one another throughout these past few months. âHey Sam.â She said as she gave him a quick hug. The boys had been out on a hunt for a week. âHey kid.â Sam said with a smile. Y/N rolled her eyes. âDonât call me kid. Iâm only a year younger than you.â she said as she lightly punched his arm. Sam chuckled and went to put his bags away. âHi Cas.â Y/N said as he gave Castile a warm smile. He smiled back. âHello Y/N. Hello Jack.â he said. âHi!â Jack said happily. âI wanna show you something that I found while researching.â Jack said to Cas before pulling him to the library. Y/N chuckled. She turned to Dean. âHey Dean how was the hunt?â she asked with a smile. Dean ignored her completely and walked past her to his room. Y/Nâs smile fell. Dean had never been particularly fond of Y/N. He always ignored her and made rude remarks about her. Y/N tried not to let it affect her. She brushed it off and walked to her room.
Dean threw his bag down on the floor and flopped down on his bed. He was exhausted from driving all day. He thought about Y/N and how hurt she looked when he ignored her. Dean closed his eyes. He was actually quite fond of Y/N. She was happy and optimistic. She was a great cook and a badass hunter. He liked how genuinely kind and caring she was. She was smart and sweet but also sassy. He liked everything about her. He had had his eyes glued to her since day one. He couldnât get her out of his head. After getting to know her, he started to develop feelings. He wanted her. He knew that that could never happen so he pushed her away instead. He knew that he didnât deserve someone like her and that he would only break her in the end, so he made sure to put a wall in between them. He thought that if he pushed her away, she would end up hating him. He couldnât have her taking a liking to him. If anyone found out about how he felt about her, they could use that against him and potentially hurt her. This was the only way to protect her.
The boys had met Y/N almost a year ago. Her family had been killed by a shapeshifter and her house had been destroyed in the process. The boys met her on the hunt. She was all alone. She had no family, no friends, no money, and no home. The boys felt bad for her. Dean suggested that they take her in. Sam was genuinely surprised by this. Dean wasnât normally the type to just add people into their lives. Sam, Cas, and Dean talked about it and came to the conclusion that the bunker would be the safest place for her. The shapeshifter was still out there and she was itâs next target. Sam talked to Y/N and she agreed to live with them. She was in shock but she hid it well. She was strong. They told her about all the supernatural creatures that lived in this world and she took it surprisingly well. Sam got her settled into a room at the bunker and they talked for a while. Theyâve been close ever since then. Dean didnât really talk to her. He felt awkward around her so he avoided her. He eventually fell for her so he pushed her away even more.
Y/N was sitting on her bed researching more about witches when she heard a knock on her door. She got up and opened it. Sam was standing outside her door with a smile. âHey Y/N.â he said. âHey Sam. Whatâs up?â Sam walked in and sat on the edge of her bed. âEileen and I are going out tomorrow. Do you wanna join us?â he ask. âThanks Sam but thatâs alright. I want you guys to spend some time with each other.â she replied. âAre you sure?â Sam asked raising his eyebrow. âYes Iâm sure. But I do have a question.â she said âShoot.â Sam said with a nod. Y/N closed the door and sat down on the bed next to Sam. âDoes Dean hate me?â she asked. Samâs eyes widened. âWhat? Of course not. Why would you think that?â Sam asked. Y/N shrugged her shoulders. âI donât know man. Heâs just always ignoring me and avoiding me. Heâll only talk to me if he absolutely has to.â she said. Sam gave her a reassuring pat on the back. âHeâll warm up. It just takes him more time than others.â âSam itâs been a year.â Sam nodded his head. âYeah well, just wait a lot longer. Heâs just not quick to open up and get comfortable. But I know for a fact that he does not hate you.â Sam said. Y/N looked at him. âThanks Sam.â Sam ruffled her hair. âNo problem kid. Iâm gonna hit the hay now. If you need anything you know where to find me.â Sam said before getting up and walking to the door. âGânight Moose.â Y/N said. Sam chuckled. âNight Y/N/N.â Sam said before walking out and closing the door.
Sam, Y/N, Jack, and Cas were all sitting around the table eating breakfast the next morning. Dean walked in wearing a fluffy robe and house slippers. âMorninâ Dean.â Y/N greeted him. He ignored her and started to make his coffee. Y/N frowned a bit. âHe just hasnât had his coffee yet.â Sam whispered to her. She nodded her head in response. âGood morning Dean.â Cas said while Dean was waiting for his coffee to brew. âMorninâ Cas.â he said. Y/N looked at Sam but Sam was staring at Dean with a confused look on his face. Dean took his coffee and started drinking it. âAny cases Sammy?â he asked in between sips. âYeah actually. A simple salt and burn a few hours out.â Sam said. âCool. Weâll leave after breakfast.â Dean said. âItâs a simple salt and burn. I think me, you and Y/N can go.â Y/Nâs eyes lit up. It had been a few weeks since she had been out on a hunt. Dean let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes. âWe donât need Y/N. Leave her here.â he said before drinking more of his coffee. Y/N looked at Dean. âI havenât been on a hunt in a while.â she said. Again, Dean ignored her. âWeâre bringing Y/N.â Sam said before standing up. âGo get ready.â he told her. Y/N stood up and silently thanked Sam as she walked to her room.
Sam waited until Y/N was in her room before turning to Dean. âWhat the fuck is up with you man?â Sam asked Dean. Cas and Jack looked up at Sam. He rarely ever cursed. âWhat?â Dean asked. âWhy are you being so mean?â Dean looked at him in confusion. âI dunno what youâre talking about Sammy.â Dean said before sipping on his coffee. âBullshit. Why are you so cold towards Y/N?â Sam asked. He was staring to get irritated. Dean shrugged his shoulders. âWhat did she ever do to you? Sheâs great and youâre treating her like shit.â Sam said. Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. âYouâre always fucking ignoring her. Itâs like you hate her!â Sam said with a raised voice. Dean snapped. âYeah? Well maybe I do! Ever think of that Sammy? Maybe I do fucking hate her! Sheâs so oblivious and optimistic. She lives in a world of fucking unicorns and rainbows! Sheâs just dead weight Sam! We donât need her. Sheâs weak. She the worst fucking hunter I've ever met. Itâs not my fault her fucking family died. Maybe theyâd still be alive if she was strong enough. All she is is a fucking burden!â Dean shouted. He was breathing hard. His eyebrows where furrowed and his fists where clenched tight. His coffee forgotten on the kitchen counter. Sam was shocked. He was about to yell at Dean when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He looked over and saw Y/N standing in the doorway. She stood there dressed for the hunt with her bag slung over her shoulder. She had an expressionless look on her face. Dean turned his head to look where Sam was looking. He saw Y/N. His eyes widened. âSorry for interrupting but I found something in my room that I thought Jack would like.â She walked in between Sam and Dean and walked towards Jack. She unzipped her bag and pulled out a book. It was a book about snakes and everything there was to know about them. She handed it to Jack. âI thought this would help with Felix.â She said with a sad smile. Jack took the book and hugged Y/N. âThank you.â he whispered. Y/N nodded and started to walk out of the kitchen. âY/N-â Sam called out. Y/N held up her hand. âItâs fine Sam. Iâm just gonna stay in my room for a bit. Good luck on the hunt.â she said before retreating to her room.
Sam and Dean where on their way to the grave site. The tension in the air was thick. Dean felt terrible. He hadnât meant a word of what he said and he definitely hadnât meant for Y/N to hear any of it. Dean could feel a lump forming uncomfortably in his throat. He glanced at Sam. Sam was staring out the window. âI didnât mean it.â Dean said softly. Sam turned his head to look at him. âI didnât mean a word of it. Y/N is a great person. Sheâs smart and sheâs a badass hunter. I love how kind and cheerful she is. I donât hate her. I donât hate her at all. I- I think I love her Sammy. I thought that I was protecting her by pushing her away but I really fucked up.â Dean said before letting out a big sigh. Sam smacked Dean upside the head. âOw! What the hell man?â Dean said. âYouâre a fucking idiot. When we get home, youâre gonna apologize to Y/N and tell her how you feel. She deserves that after a year of you treating her like crap.â Sam said firmly. Dean nodded. âYouâre right Sammy. Iâm gonna fix this when weâre done.â
Sam and Dean got home a few hours later. Dean walked down the hall and approached Y/Nâs door. He was nervous. He paced back and forth before finally knocking on her door. âY/N? Can I talk to you?â No answer. He knocked again. âLook Y/N, Iâm sorry. Please just open the door.â Again, no response. âY/N?â he said before turning the doorknob. It was unlocked. He walked in and was immediately flooded with panic. All of her things were gone. Her pictures and posters were no longer on the wall. Her bookshelf was empty and her bed was stripped. Dean saw a piece of paper sitting on top of her empty side table. It read:
Iâm sorry. Iâm leaving and donât try to find me. Iâve gotten rid of my laptop and my phone so you canât trace me. Iâm sorry for making things harder on you guys. I never meant to slow you guys down or be a burden. Iâve enjoyed my time here but itâs high time that I left and made things easier for you. Jack, Iâll miss you buddy. Take good care of Felix. I hope that book will help a bit. Cas, Iâll miss your bluntness and your commentary during movie night. Watch over the boys and keep them safe. Sam, thank you for everything. Thank you for being my rock and for making me feel welcomed. Iâll miss our late night talks and getting to hang out with you and Eileen. Take care of her Sam. Donât break her heart. Dean, Thank you for letting me stay here even though it made things harder. It means a lot to me and Iâm sorry for causing you trouble. Stay safe and take care of Sam. I love you guys. Goodbye. -Y/N
Dean cursed and left the room. He needed to find her and bring her home.
Pairing(s): Spencer Reid X Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester X Gabriel (mentioned)
Spencer is a determined vigilante who wonât stop until he rids the world of all evil. Dean catches his eye at a bar one night. What will Spencer do when Dean finds him in the middle of a killing?
Serial killer! Spencer Reid X Hostage! Dean Winchester
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, gore, dubious content, profanity
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Dean arrived at the victimâs house. He waited in his truck for a few hours. He saw his victim walk out of the house and into the driveway. Spencer had smashed the lightbulbs on the outside of the house about an hour ago. The man was standing in the driveway replacing the lights. Spencer doused his pocket handkerchief in chloroform and stalked over quietly to the man. He walked up behind him and hooked his arm around the manâs neck and slapped the handkerchief over his mouth. The man struggled for a few seconds before going limp. Spencer dragged the man over to his truck. He opened the false bottom of his trunk and placed the man inside. He left the handkerchief in there next to the man to insure that he would not wake up during the drive back.
Spencer drove for hours before he finally got back into town. He was an hour and a half away from the factory when he decided to make a stop. He stopped at an IN-N-OUT. He walked in and purchased a burger, fries, and a milkshake. He ordered extra fries and a cookie as well. He walked back to his car and placed the bag of food on the seat next to him and went back on his way to the factory. He parked in the back garage of the factory and grabbed the bag of food and placed it between his teeth. He went to the trunk and opened the false bottom. The man was still unconscious. Spencer heaved him out of the truck and dragged him into the factory with the bag of food secured between his teeth. Spencer had to drag the man downstairs into the basement and down the hallway into the torture room. He made it down the stairs and was now making his way down the hallway slowly but surely.
Dean looked up when he heard footsteps. He could see Spencerâs shadow. His footsteps were loud and slow and he could hear something dragging on the floor. Spencer got closer and Dean saw him walking backwards while dragged a man on the floor by his wrists. Spencer laid the man down on the floor outside of Deanâs cell. He took the bag of food into his hands after he unlocked the cell. He took the drink out of the bag. He placed the bag and the drink on the floor next to Dean and walked out of the cell. He picked up the man by his wrists again and looked at Dean. âI apologize for earlier. That was uncalled for.â he said before continuing to drag the man down the hallway.
Dean was shocked. Who was the man that Spencer was dragging? Had he captured another hostage? What was he going to do with him? Dean was whisked away from his thoughts when he smelled the delicious aroma of burgers and fries. Dean opened the bag that Spencer had set down next to him. There was a burger, fries, and even a cookie. He looked at the drink. It was a strawberry milkshake. Dean was skeptical but he ate the food anyway. He was starving. He regretted not taking the soup from Spencer. Dean thought about what Spencer had said. He had apologized. He seemed sincere and he even gave Dean food. Maybe he wasnât all that bad. Then again, he was dragging a body down the hallway.
Spencer had chained his victim to the chair that was bolted to the floor in the middle of the torture room. He readied his tools as he waited for his victim to wake up. He was in the middle of cleaning and polishing his hammer when he heard the sound of the chains rattling. He turned his head slightly and saw his victim starting to regain consciousness. The man shook his head awake and tugged on the chains. He started to panic when he found himself restrained. He tugged and pulled at the chains. He looked over and saw Spencer standing at his work table with his back turned to him. âWho are you?! Let me go!â the man yelled. Spencer just shook his head not even bothering to look behind him. âListen here you pussy. You better let me go right the fuck now or Iâm gonna pummel your fucking ass you crazy motherfucking psychotic bitch!!â Wow he sure did have a bad mouth. Spencer swiftly turned around and placed a knife to the manâs neck. âYou will speak when spoken to or I will slice off your fingers one by one.â Spencer said in a low voice. The man didnât respond.
Spencer walked around the chair and pulled the manâs head back by his hair and slammed it into the metal back of the chair. He tightened his grip on the manâs hair before staring him in the eye. âWhy do you do it?â Spencer asked. The manâs eyes widened. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â the man said. Spencer released the grip on the manâs hair and moved his knife to the manâs collarbone. He cut a fine line across the manâs collarbone. The man yelled in pain. Spencer raised the knife up to the manâs neck. âTell me. Do you enjoy doing it?â Spencer asked. The man shook his head. âWhat are you talking about? Why are you doing this to me?â the man said. Spencer hit the man hard on the temple with the back of his knife. The man groaned in pain. Spencer held the knife firmly to the manâs arm. âDoes it make you feel powerful?â Spencer asked. No response. He cut a line deep into the manâs arm. The man screamed in pain. âDoes it make you feel manly?â Again no response, so again he cut and again the man screamed. âDoes it make you feel like youâre in control?â No response. Spencer cut and cut until there was no more room to cut. The man was slipping in and out of consciousness from the pain. Spencer pressed the tip of his knife into the manâs thigh. âDo you enjoy beating your wife and kids knowing that theyâre helpless against you?â Spencer asked. The manâs eyes widened. âI- I didnât mean. I wanted-â the man stammered but couldnât deny Spencerâs question. Spencer jammed his knife into the manâs thigh, effectively slicing his femoral artery. The man squirmed and screamed and howled in pain. Spencer waited until the man had calmed down before removing the knife. The removal hurt way more than the insertion. The man was thrashing around in his chair as blood came pouring out of his thigh. Dean paid no mind to him and started cleaning up his area. By the time Spencer had finished washing and polishing his tools and planning a way to get rid of the body, the man was dead. He died due to the amount of blood loss. He went slowly and painfully.
Spencer was satisfied with his work. He unchained the body and dragged it to a large utility bin that had wheels attached to the bottom. He dumped the body in the bin and wiped the blood from his hands onto his shirt. He mopped up the blood from the floor and sanitized the chair. When everything was spotless, Spencer took the bin and rolled it out of the room. He rolled the bin down the hallway and stopped in front of Deanâs cell. Deanâs eyes widened at the sight of Spencer. His shirt and pants where covered in blood. His hands where stained with blood and he had blood smeared on the top of his forehead and small splatters of blood where scattered across his face. âHowâs the food?â Spencer asked from outside of the cell. Dean didnât respond. Spencer looked at the empty bag on the floor. âYou finished it. Thatâs good. Iâll be back with some water.â Spencer said before returning to the bin. âI really am sorry for earlier. I hope the food made up for my actions.â Spencer said before nodding a goodbye to Dean and making his was down the hall with the bin.
Spencer pushed the bin all the way to the far end of the factory where the incinerator resided. He turned it on and the sound of metal creaking filled the air as the machine started to heat up. Spencer pulled the body out of the bin and threw it down the chute that led to the incinerator. Dean pushed the bin and headed to his room. He left the bin outside his room and grabbed some new clothes before walking to the bathroom. He cleaned the blood off of himself with a wet paper towel and soap and changed into a pair of clean clothes. He wore gray sweatpants with a black long sleeve t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show the beautiful tattoos that covered his arms. He walked out of the bathroom and placed his blood-soaked clothes into the bin and grabbed a pitcher of water and a cup from the kitchen before making his way back down to the torture room with the bin. He stopped at Deanâs cell on the way. He unlocked the gate and stepped inside. He lay the pitcher of water and cup down on the floor close to Dean. âHere. Make sure you donât get dehydrated.â Spencer said. âWait!â Dean said stopping Spencer from leaving. Spencer turned around. âUm. Thank You.â Dean said quietly. Spencer nodded his head. âYouâre welcome.â he said before stepping out and locking the gate.
could you do one where merlin is punished by uther and arthur is there to comfort him? love your work btw!
Comfort in Your Arms (Merthur One-shot)
Hurt/Comfort
Summary: After Merlin is punished by Uther, Arthur is there to take care of him.
Warnings: violence, physical and verbal abuse, angst, fluff
Merlin wasnât even sure how it had happened. Everything went so quickly. One moment he was pouring more wine into Arthurâs cup, and the next he was being dragged by guards down to the chambers.
Dinner had begun like any other. King Uther, Prince Arthur, and Lady Morgana where all sat at the table along with a few lords and noblemen. He had noticed that Arthur was running low on wine, so he grabbed the bottle and started to pour more into the cup. At the same time, Uther had called his servant to bring more food to his plate. The young servant had bumped into Merlin on her way over. This inevitably caused Merlin to stumble forward and spill wine all over the princeâs dress clothes. His eyes widened and he looked at Arthur. âArthur I am so sorry.â Merlin said to him. Arthur was about to tell him that everything was okay and that he neednât worry, but Uther slammed his fist on the table before Arthur was able to get a word out. Uther stood and the whole room went silent.
âYou insolent fool. How dare you ruin my sonâs finest dress clothes and address your highness by his name. Guards! Take him to the chambers.â Two guards took hold of Merlin and dragged him out of the room. Merlin didnât struggle, he didnât protest. He was in shock. Uther would reprimand him at times when needed, but never once had he been so brutal towards him. Merlin was pulled out of his thoughts when the guards threw him against the stone floor. One of the guards kicked him in the stomach and the other one spat on him. âYou little rat. You have always gotten away with everything. Itâs high time that you learned your lesson.â one guard said before kicking him in the stomach again. Merlin groaned in pain. The guards took him to the middle of the room and bound his hands in shackles. The shackles connected to chains that were bolted to the ceiling.
Merlin stood in the middle of the room with his arms raised and his hands secured by the shackles dangling from the ceiling. âI always wondered why they would favor you. Thereâs nothing special about you at all.â One guard said before slapping Merlinâs cheek with the back of his leather gloved hand. Merlinâs eyes began to fill with tears. âAw look at the runt. Heâs gonna cry from a little smack.â the other guard said mockingly. âBring me the whip. That will give him something to cry about.â The first guard said to the second one. Merlin let out a whimper. The second guard came back with the whip in his hand and an evil grin on his face. They stripped Merlin of the clothes on the top half of his body. They gave him an experimental whip on the back. Merlin cried out in pain. The guards laughed and whipped him again.
Merlin was there for what seemed like hours. The guards would whip him, smack him, kick him, punch him, and spit on him. Every cry of pain that Merlin let out edged them on. âLook at you. Youâre so weak.â âWhy does a bitch like you get to be treated so well by the Prince while we are treated like dirt?â âI bet heâs sleeping with the Prince to get all that special treatment.â Merlin shook his head weakly. âYeah I bet he his. Youâre sleeping with him arenât you, whore?â the second guard said. Merlin was too weak to answer. âYou slut. You are nothing.â the first guard said before whipping him. âYouâll never amount to anything.â âYouâre nothing to the Prince.â âHe just wants you around as his personal play toy.â âYou donât belong here.â The guards continue to degrade and curse at Merlin. Merlin couldnât do anything about it.
Finally there was a knock on the chamber door. The guards stopped and walked over to answer it. It was the Kingâs messenger. âHis highness requests that the servant be brought back up to his masterâs quarters to finish his chores.â the messenger told the guards. The guards nodded and released Merlin from his shackles. Merlin fell to the floor. He didnât have the strength to stand. The guards took him by the arms and dragged him upstairs. They threw him onto the floor of the hallway leaving him to walk to Arthurâs quarters on his own. He stood up shakily and limped his way to Arthurâs door. He knocked on the door lightly and tried not to collapse as he waited for Arthur to respond.
Arthur opened the door and his eyes went wide. Merlin was shirtless. He had cuts all over his back. His nose was bleeding and there was a cut on his forehead that was dripping blood. He had bruises on his stomach, face, and legs. He was trembling. âMerlin.â Arthur said softly. Merlin let out a breath before collapsing. Arthur caught him in his arms and helped him onto the bench in his room. âMerlin. Good gods what on earth did they do to you?â he muttered. He stripped Merlin out of his trousers and led him to the wash. He lifted Merlin and gently placed him into the tub. Merlin hissed in pain as his wounds came in contact with the warm water. Arthur cringed. âSorry.â he said softly. He gently lifted Merlinâs arm and began to lightly scrub it with a washcloth making sure not to injure him further. After Arthur had finished washing Merlin, he gently lifted him out of the tub and wrapped him in a towel. He slung Merlinâs arm over his shoulder and helped him to the bed. Merlin was still trembling.
Arthur walked over to his wardrobe and grabbed one of his sleep shirts. He walked back over to Merlin and dressed him in his sleep shirt. Merlin hadnât uttered a word since he returned from the chambers. Arthur was furious. He would surely have whoever did this to Merlin killed. He looked at Merlin. There where faint stripes of blood seeping through the back of Arthurâs sleep sure due to the wounds on Merlinâs back. Arthur looked at Merlinâs face and noticed tears streaming silently down his face. Merlin hurriedly stood before him and crouched down in front of him putting himself in Merlinâs eyesight. âMerlin. Talk to me.â Merlin looked at Arthur with sad eyes. âMerlin?â Arthur said in a concerned voice as he gently put his hands on Merlinâs arms. Merlin burst out sobbing from the gentle contact. âOh Merlin.â Arthur said softly before climbing onto the bed and wrapping his arms around Merlin.
Merlin stayed in Arthurâs arms sobbing for hours. The sobs slowed to a stop and Merlinâs breathing had begun even out. He was still sniffling and shaking from the aftershocks of his breakdown. Arthur just continued to lay there with his arms wrapped around Merlin and his hand combing through Merlinâs raven hair. âThey whipped me and beat me.â Merlin said in a small voice. âThey called me horrid names and accused me of doing terrible things. They beat me until I could no longer react to the pain.â Merlin said before sniffing. Arthurâs eyes started to fill with tears of anger and sadness. How dare someone treat his Merlin that way.
Arthur continued to stroke his hand through Merlinâs hair. âWhat did they say to you?â Arthur asked softly. Merlin buried his face into the crevice of Arthurâs neck. âThey called me a bitch and a runt. They said I was a slut and a whore and they- â Merlin cut himself off. âMerlin,â Arthur said tilting Merlinâs chin up with his fingers, âwhat did they say?â Merlin let out a shaky breath and shut his eyes. He couldnât bear to look at Arthur. âThe accused me of sleeping with you to gain special treatment. They said that I was nothing but a mere toy for you to play with.â Merlin said in a hushed voice. Arthur was furious. He sat him and Merlin up on the bed and looked Merlin in the eyes. âDonât believe a single word they said. None of it is true. I care for you Merlin. I care for you deeply. Youâre my servant, but most of all youâre my friend. I cherish every moment I spend with you. You are the reason why I make the choices that I make. You are the reason why my father sees me fit as a future king.
Merlin stared back at him. âMerlin I love you.â Arthur said. Merlinâs heart stopped beating for a moment. âI donât care about the rules. I donât care about what anyone will say or think. I love you Merlin. You mean everything to me.â Arthur said with the truest of sincerity. Merlin just stared at him in shock. âArthur,â Merlin touched his palm to Arthurâs face, âI love you too.â Arthur smiled at him and pulled him into an embrace. When they parted, Arthur gave a kiss to Merlinâs forehead. âYou must get your rest. I will deal with what has happened in the morning but for now you must sleep.â Arthur said loving. He went to get up and leave but stopped when Merlin caught hold of his wrist. âStay?â Merlin asked pleadingly. Arthur smiled at him. He laid down beside Merlin and covered them with the blanket. He wrapped his arms around him and he gave his head a sweet kiss. âI will stay as long as I am welcomed.â Arthur said before they both slipped into a peaceful sleep.
Hi I love your work! Im obsessed with Captivated and I was wondering if you could do a Spencer x Dean soulmate oneshot where they can hear what music the other one is listening to? thank youuuuâ€â€â€
Aww thank you sm! Here you go :)
Spencer X Dean Soulmate AU! One-Shot
Summary: Dean and Spencer live in a world where soulmates can hear what music their soulmate is listening to.
Paring: Spencer Reid X Dean Winchester
Warnings: profanity, fluff
(Captivated Masterlist)
It was 3 in the morning. Spencer had just fallen asleep after a long mission and he was once again woken by the ear-spliting sounds of AC/DC. His soulmate would always play music at the most inconvenient times. Last week Spencer almost blew his cover because he yelled in surprise when he heard Led Zeppelin play at full volume all of a sudden. Spencer was getting tired of this. He decided to turn on his iPod and listen to Bach on maximum volume.
Dean was driving through Ohio with Sam listening to his favorite AC/DC mixed tape when all of a sudden his head was filled with the blaring sounds of classical music. âFuck!â Dean exclaimed as he slammed his palm on the steering wheel. âClassical music?â Sam asked. Dean rolled his eyes. âYeah. Bach this time.â Sam nodded his head. âIâm getting sick of all this shit man. I fucking hate classical music.â Dean said glancing at Sam. âWell maybe your soulmate doesnât like rock nâ roll.â Sam said with a shrug. âYou might have woken them up. It is 3 in the morning after all and you blared AC/DC out of nowhere. Theyâre probably just trying to get back at you.â Sam said. Dean rolled his eyes. âYeah yeah whatever Sammy. Just stick to the directions wonât ya?â Sam rolled his eyes at him. âDonât call me Sammy.â Dean smirked. âSure thing princess.â
It was 7 in the morning when Sam and Dean finally arrived at their destination. They were in Salem Massachusetts. Sam had found some unusual murders in the area and speculated that it must be a witch. They stopped at a motel and checked out a room. âSoâ, Dean said, âFeds or Officers?â he asked Sam. âFeds.â Sam replied. âGotcha.â Dean said as he started to prepare his fake F.B.I. getup.
Hotch had called a meeting early in the morning. There had been some murders in Salem Massachusetts and they had been called over to check it out. âWheels up in 30.â Hotch said before leaving the conference room. Metallica was playing in Spencerâs head at a low volume. âSalem. Could be witches right pretty boy?â Derek said jokingly to Spencer. âActually witches do exist but not in the way that movies and books have depicted. In 1692 the Salem witch trials began due to-â âOkay okay boy genius I was just joking around.â Derek said. âOh.â Derek chuckled. âYou got your go-bag?â he asked Spencer. Spencer nodded. âAlright letâs go.â Derek said before standing up and clapping Spencer on the back.
The team landed in Salem at 8 in the morning. They arrived at the police station. There were 2 men in suits talking to the sheriff. They both had brown hair and green eyes. One was slightly taller than the other. Hotch walked up to them. âExcuse me.â he said. âIâm S.S.A. Aaron Hotchner with the B.A.U.â he said to the sheriff. The two men shared a look. âOh, more Feds?â the sheriff asked. Hotchner was confused. As far as he knew they where the only Federal team that was sent. One of the brown haired men cleared his throat. âHi. Iâm Agent Plant and this is my partner Agent Page. N.S.â the man said. âAgent Hotchner. Pleasure to meet you. I wasnât aware that National Security was involved.â The man looked at his partner. âYes well, it was a last minute decision. The director wanted us to make sure that there were no underlying threats.â he said. Hotch nodded. âIâll show you guys to the crime scene.â the sheriff said. Plant and Page. Those were the last names of the lead singer and lead guitarist of Led Zeppelin. Must be a coincidence.
They arrived at the crime scene and split into teams. Spencer was with JJ. They where examining the crime scene when Dean walked over. âAgent Plant. Nice to meet you.â he said. JJ nodded at him. âS.S.A. Jennifer Jareau, and this is Dr. Spencer Reid.â Spencer gave the man a small awkward wave. âDr.? How old are you?â Dean asked surprised. JJ smirked. âIâm 24. I graduated from high school when I was 12 and received my undergraduate degree when I was 16. I received my first doctorate in Mathematics when I was 17 and I joined the B.A.U. 2 years ago.â Spencer replied. Dean let out a low whistle. âWow. Thatâs impressive.â Spencer gave him an awkward smile and turned his attention back to the crime scene.
Dean walked over to Sam. âDude. That guy over there is a genius! He graduated high school when he was 12 and got his doctorate when he 17 fucking years old.â he told Sam. âWow thatâs impressive.â Sam said. He was sitting in the Impala researching about the witch. Dean got in the Impala and sat next to him. âGot anything yet Sammy?â Sam rolled his eyes. âNothing yet.â Dean grumbled in response. âMight as well listen to some music while waiting.â Dean said putting a tape into the cassette player. âDonât play it too loud. Weâre supposed to be professional F.B.I agents, remember?â Sam told him. Dean turned down the volume and started humming along to Four Sticks by Led Zeppelin.
Spencer shook his head. Led Zeppelin again. JJ looked at him. âWhatâs the matter Spence?â she asked him when she saw him shake his head. âLed Zeppelin again. Four Sticks.â JJ nodded her head. âNice.â Spencer shook his head. âYeah itâs nice until youâre trying to sleep and it plays on loop for 3 hours.â JJ let out a chuckle. âSorry Spence. Hey Iâm gonna grab those N.S. guys. I think theyâd wanna know what we found.â Spencer nodded. JJ walked over to the black Chevy Impala that was parked at the curb. As she walked closer to the car she could hear music play. It was Four Sticks by Led Zeppelin. Holy shit. She approached the car and knocked on the roof. She crouched down to talk to the men inside. Dean looked at her and turned off the radio mid song. âYes Agent?â Dean asked. âI think thereâs something you guys would wanna see.â Sam and Dean briefly looked at each other before stepping out of the car and following JJ back to the crime scene.
They arrived at the scene and they saw Spencer with gloves on holding something in his hand. âWhat do we have here Dr.?â Dean asked him. âWell it looks like a small leather drawstring pouch. I was filled with different herbs and what I believe as a bone from a cat.â Spencer told him. Sam and Dean gave each other a look. It was a hex bag. âIâll put it in the report.â Sam said before nodding his head and walking back to the Impala. Dean followed soon after. âThanks Dr.â Dean said before following Sam.
JJ waited until they were an earshot away. âDo you still hear it?â she asked Spencer as she stared at the two men. They were standing outside of the car and talking. Spencer shook his head. âNo. The song cut off midway while you went to fetch Agent Page and Agent Plant.â he told her. JJ nodded her head and smirked. âSpence I think one of the agents is your soulmate.â Spencer whipped his head around and looked at JJ. âWhy do you think that?â he asked. âWell when I got to their car they were playing Four Sticks by Led Zeppelin and they shut the song off midway when they saw me.â Spencer shook his head. âIt was probably a coincidence.â JJ shook her head. âWait until they get into the car and tell me if you hear anything.
They waited a couple minutes for the men to get back in their car. Agent Page nodded at Agent Plant and started walking back towards Spencer and JJ. Agent Plant sat in the driverâs seat of the car and turned on the radio. Suddenly, Spencer heard Four Sticks play right where it left of. âOh my gosh.â Spencer said. âItâs him isnât it?â JJ asked Spencer. âWhoâs what?â Sam asked and he walked up to them. âOh nothing. Itâs nothing about the case.â she said. Sam nodded in response. JJ gently pulled Spencer aside. âYou have to talk to him.â she said. Spencerâs eyes widened. âWhat? No. No way.â he said. JJ rolled your eyes. âSpence how big of a chance is it that your soulmate is here on a case with us? This doesnât happen everyday. Itâs like a one in a million chance.â she said with her hand on his shoulder. âWell I meet approximately 3,072 new people a year on cases and about 768 new people in a year on a daily basis so that means I meet approximately 3,840 people a year and there are about 328.2 million people in America, so the chances that I find my soulmate during a case is actually a 0.0011707317 percent chance.â JJ gave him a smile. âJust go talk to him Spence. You miss 100% of the shots you donât take.â she said âWell actually if you donât take any shots then technically-â âSpencer!â JJ said shaking her head. âRight. Sorry. Okay Iâll talk to him.â he said. JJ gave him a pat on the back and sent him off.
Spencer anxiously tapped his fingers against his thigh as he walked towards the car. As he came closer to the car he started hearing the music doubled. He could hear the music in his head and the music from the car in perfect sync. Dean started hearing double too. He heard the music from the car and the music that Spencer was hearing. Same song perfectly in sync. Dean looked out the window and saw Spencer approaching him. He turned off his radio and suddenly the double sounds in his head went away. Dean was confused. âHey Dr. what can I do for you?â he asked Spencer with a charming smile. âUm I think youâre my soulmate.â Spencer said timidly. Deanâs eyes widened.
âI heard Four Sticks start to play earlier before JJ came to get you guys and it shut off midway when you guys got out of the car.â Dean was still staring at Spencer. âIt started playing again where it left off when you got back in the car.â Spencer finished. Dean was speechless. Spencer tapped on his thigh anxiously waiting for Deanâs response. âSo you're the one who likes to listen to classical music for hours on end.â Dean stated. Spencer nodded. âAnd youâre the once who likes to blast AC/DC at 3 in the morning.â Spencer replied. Dean rubbed the back of his neck. âAh yeah um, sorry about that. It was a long drive and I was falling asleep.â Spencer nodded. âIâm sorry. I guess Bach did help much.â Dean chuckled. âItâs all good Doc.â Dean said. âPlease call me Spencer, Agent Plant.â Spencer told him. Dean smiled. âCall me Dean.â Spencer nodded. âWould you like to grab a drink with me later?â Dean asked. âUm I donât drink. But how about dinner?â Spencer replied. Dean smiled and nodded his head. âDinner sounds great.â
