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The Hunt That Changed Everything Series Masterlist
Pairing: Sam x female reader, Dean x female reader, love triangle; NO WINCEST, no 3 threesomes (no hate, I just canāt write it)
The Hunt That Changed Everything- Chapter 15: The Stynes
Check out my masterlist for the previous 14 chapters!! From like 2 YEARS AGO! I PROMISE it wonāt be another 2 years before you get the next chapter- Iāve already got a few more written and just in the process of editing! This series is THE reason Iām back- I just couldnāt leave it unfinished!!
Chapter 15 Word Count: about 3K
Series Warning: swearing, pregnancy, season 10 spoilers, canon typical violence, this one's a little fluffy and then REAL angsty
Y/N = your name
Sam x reader, Dean x reader
Series Characters: You, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie, Styne d-bags
Ā āSamā¦ Please stay? Iā¦ I just don't want to be aloneā¦ā you knew it was desperate and probably a bad idea, but at the moment you didn't really care. Being close to Sam felt safe and you would give anything to escape the tormenting landscape your mind had trapped you in.
Without speaking he lifted the covers for you to climb under and then slid in next to you. He laid flat on his back and you tucked into his side, your head resting on his shoulder, your arm across his torso. After his rough hunt, he needed the comfort almost as much as you did.
The heat from his body soaked into your every cell and you felt more at peace than you had in months. His free hand was tracing lightly along your bare arm and you hummed in contentment, snuggling even closer against his chest as you began to drift off. Sam's soft lips pressing against your forehead was the last thing you remember before sleep claimed you.
For the first time since you met Rowena, you slept without dreaming.
Warm. You were so warm. And comfy. How did that happen?Ā
Your eyes shot open, fuzzy memories of the night before replaying in your brain. You couldn't believe you'd actually gotten back to sleep after the horrible nightmare. The warmth you were feeling was emanating from the solid wall of muscle behind you. Sam was the perfect big spoon; his knees were tucked in right behind yours, his arm draped over your side, fingers interlaced with yours. You could feel him steadily exhaling on the top of your spine and the entire front of his body was pressed right up against your back.
It had been months since you had slept so soundly. God, you couldn't even remember the last time you felt this well rested, which was rather impressive considering your highly intoxicated state the night before. Most notably, the terrifying visions frequenting your dreams had been kept at bay.
You let your eyes fall shut, relishing in the blissfulness of being surrounded by an extremely firm, pleasantly large, teddy bear heater. You'd both had a trying couple of days and it felt incredible to not be alone.Ā
Samās arm around you constricted, pulling you in tighter towards him, his nose nuzzling the back of your neck with a throaty, still-asleep groan. You couldn't help but scoot yourself in further, wiggling down, the curve of your ass fitting perfectly against his hips. You hummed lightly in contentment, squeezing your interlocked fingers gently.Ā
You drifted in and out of a light sleep for a while longer, not wanting this serene moment to end. No matter what was going on in your crazy life, you couldn't deny that lying here in Sam's arms felt right. You calmed each other, able to do for the other what you were incapable of doing for yourself. This level of tranquility and clarity only came when you were close to him.
After a while, you could feel Sam stirring behind you and you turned over in his arms to look at him. You drug your fingertips lightly down his face from his brow to his jawline and his eyes fluttered open to gaze at you.
āHi,ā you whispered, staring into those kaleidoscope eyes as his hand came up to grasp your hand that was resting on his cheek. He turned his face towards your joined hands, nuzzling into your touch, your soft skin dancing lightly along the ridges of his eyebrows and nose as he brought your palm to his lips, leaving the whisper of a kiss before turning back to watch you again.
He blinked lazily at you, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, watching you for a long moment before responding in the same hushed tone, āHi.ā
āHow'd you sleep?ā you asked, genuinely curious.
His eyes glazed over, mentally evaluating his state, before focusing back on you, āHonestly, I haven't felt this well rested inā¦ months.ā
āMe either,ā you confessed, smiling slightly.Ā
You simply watched each other, neither one of you wishing to shatter the cocoon of contentment wrapped around the two of you.Ā
A tiny worry line began to form on Sam's forehead and you knew the spell of silence would soon be broken.
āDo you wanna talk about it?ā he asked gently, repeating his words from the night before.
You closed your eyes, trying to shake the nightmare images flashing through your mind, āIā¦ I can't, Sam. I just want to forgetā¦āĀ
A brisk tap on your door abruptly stopped the conversation.
"Y/N, I'm running to the store! You need anything?" Dean asked from behind the closed door. You and Sam must've slept in longer than you realized if Dean was already up and running errands.Ā
"Um, I think we're-I'm good!" you blurted out clumsily.Ā
"Alright well if you see Sam let him know where I went. He must've gone for a long jog this morning, the damn health nut," Dean said.
You glanced at Sam, who held a finger up to his lips in a silent shush.
"OK! Don't forget his rabbit food!" you replied to Dean, smirking at his brother who was silently laughing and shaking his head.Ā Ā
"He will eat the junk food I buy and he will like it!" Dean said with a chuckle, "Be back in a bit," was his final farewell before you heard his steps fade down the hallway.Ā
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You were mindlessly scrolling through a local news site on your phone looking for anything that might be up your alley, your feet propped on the war room table when the bunker door clanged.Ā
"Hey, look who finally decided to join the land of the living this morning! Dean chirped as he spotted you from the top of the stairs, carrying half a dozen grocery bags. You knew he wasn't one to make two trips bringing things in from the car when he could muscle his way in carrying it all at once.Ā Ā
"Yeah, rough couple daysā¦" you scrunched up your nose thinking about your embarrassing exhibition yesterday as he trotted down the stairs.Ā
"Well, nothing like your favorite chips to help cheer you up," he said, pulling out your favorite snack from one of the grocery bags and tossing it to you.Ā
"YASSSSSSS," you groaned, popping open the bag to enjoy a bite. "Mmmm, salty and delicious!" He shook his head, laughing quietly.Ā
"And look what I found for Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, pulling out a bag of Kale Chips.Ā
"Ugh, what's the point in eating if it doesn't even taste good!?" you scowled at the abomination that had the audacity to call itself a snack before crunching another chip from the bag in your hand.Ā
"Sam make it back?" Dean asked, glancing back towards the halls.Ā
"He's in the shower," you answered, not specifically answering his question to avoid telling another lie. As soon as Dean had left you and Sam sprang to life and went about trying to keep the morning as casual as possible.
"You want a sandwich to go with those chips?" Dean offered as he walked towards the kitchen, arms still full of groceries.Ā
"When have you ever known me to turn down food?" you smiled, following him into the hall.Ā
"That's my girl," Dean laughed in response.Ā
Being around your two favorite guys wouldn't erase all of your problems, but it definitely made dealing with the issues around you easier.Ā
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A handful of months had gone by since Rowena had helped you out with the spell. Fortunately, there was enough going on in the world of Winchester that you really didn't have much time to think about anything else.
Charlie had found it. She found the Book of the Damned. And then Sam burned it. And that was that. You couldn't help feeling that you were all being reserved with your thoughts and emotions. Sam and Charlie hadn't been ready to give up. Of course, neither had you, but you knew that look in Dean's eye and knew that you'd have to be clinically insane to go against his direct wishes. This was, as he said, his cross to bear. You each knew how the others felt about the Mark and at some point it became useless to continue arguing about details. So you put your head down and did what hunter's do best: research.Ā
You were just as blindsided as Dean was, maybe even more so when you found out what Sam had been up to in secret. Sure, you'd been in and out of the bunker lately,Ā taking on regular solo hunts, like you always had but for Sam to do THIS on his own- leaving you and Dean completely in the dark- was shocking to say the least. You nearly passed out when you found out he had Rowena on a literal fucking leash. You were going to have to figure out a way to get her out of that situation alive, but you had more pressing matters at hand.Ā
And then the world fell apart. Time stopped; your knees hit the floor and everything went black for a long moment when you saw Charlie, the closest thing you had to a sister, dead in that motel bathroom. Your vision did come back, but your ears were ringing loudly as you vaguely noticed Sam retching through the doorway.Ā
The next 48 hours were some of the worst of your life. You flashed back and forth between two modes: crying uncontrollably and stoically numb. You were surprisingly calm as you washed the blood off of her ivory skin and then openly wept when you pulled the graphic tees from her bag to try and decide which one to put her broken body in one last time.Ā
You thought back to one of your last conversations with her, less than a month ago when you'd been at Bobby's old safe cabin in Iowa.
The boys had stepped out to bring in the books and files from the Impala. You have Charlie a tentative squeeze, hyper-aware that she was healing from a bullet wound.Ā
"Um, I can't help but noticeā¦" she said, pointedly looking at your belly, or lack thereof.Ā
"Yeah, uhā¦ nasty, spell..." you answered vaguely, shrugging noncommittally.Ā
"Uh-huhā¦ well, I'm sure THAT won't backfire," she quipped sarcastically with a slap on the back.Ā
"Oh, I'm sure it will, but that's a problem for another day," you said, glancing absent-mindedly towards the door.Ā
"So you didn't tell them?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
"Um, noā¦" you said, scrunching your nose. She sighed in response.Ā
You spoke again before she could scold you, "Sometimes, you've just gotta handle things yourself. If telling someone the truth isn't going to change anything then there's no point in telling themā¦"
She pondered your words for a moment in silence before the boys barged back in and you all went right back to work.
You couldn't help but wonder if those words had helped influence her into deciding to keep their work on The Book secret from you and Dean...
You were holding yourself together as the boys lifted Charlie onto the pyre and then you promptly fell to pieces once the fire was lit. You were so overcome with anguish that you headed back to the bunker to grieve in private, vaguely hearing Dean tell Sam to, "Shut up," before the rest of the conversation was a mere mumble fading into the background.Ā
Hours later when you emerged from your room, no one was to be found. Good. Frankly, you were pissed at Sam and if you were completely honest with yourself, Dean slightly terrified you at the moment. You were more than happy to not have to talk to either one of them for the time being. You grabbed a 6-pack out of the fridge and headed back to bed to drink and cry until you passed out.Ā
You were still asleep when you heard the unfamiliar voice outside of your closed door. By the time the unknown man stepped through the threshold, you'd pulled the gun from under your pillow and popped 3 shots off into his chest. Unfortunately for you, in your groggy state, you'd failed to realize this was a Styne and that 3 bullets simply weren't going to cut it. He rushed you, slamming you back onto the bed and twisting the gun in your grip, forcing you to let go or break bones. He forced you into a headlock and dragged you into the library, your own gun pressed against your temple.Ā
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Y/N, just dying to join us," Eldon Styne smirked triumphantly, recognizing you from a few days earlier when you and the Winchesters had him in the dungeonā¦ before he killed Charlie. From the looks of things he'd found a replacement for the arm he'd left behind. Fucking freaks.Ā
Eldon stalked towards you like a cat stalking an injured bird. You struggled slightly against the arm putting steady pressure around your throat, your eyes narrowed and your teeth slightly beared at the man approaching. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed they had a young boy with them, no more than 17 years old, who looked absolutely petrified standing near a large pile of books.Ā
"She's strong, she'll make a mighty fine donor," chuckled the man behind you dully, clenching the muscles in his arm to increase the pressure around your neck ever so slightly. If you somehow escaped this, you were going to kill Sam for bringing the wrath of this family here to the bunker.Ā
"Do it," you growled, "and see how long it takes for the Winchesters to catch up with youā¦" you threatened, knowing deep down that the best you could do at this point was stall until you had a chance to make a break for it. You were pretty sure Rowena's spell would keep you alive, but in all honesty that would probably be worse than just dying. The last thing you wanted was to spend the rest of your days trapped with the Styne family serving as their magically regenerating test dummy.
The man behind you let you go, pushing you towards Eldon, but you knew the gun was still trained on the back of your head. You stumbled slightly once released then stood up proud, nose-to-nose with the Styne in front of you. If this is how it was going down, you'd be damned if you went down begging for mercy.Ā
Eldon watched you with a curious pondering and you glared back unflinchingly. The boy in the corner shifted uncomfortably at the tension of the stand off.Ā
"Roscoe, get cleaned up and finish clearing the rest of the rooms," Eldon ordered, still watching you, and the man behind you left to do his bidding. "Cyrus, you finish up in here. I want to get this fire started and get out of here with our prizes," Eldon spoke to the teenager without ever taking his eyes off you. The kid went back to boxing up books, shooting terrified glances your way every few minutes.Ā
If you were going to have any chance at getting out of this in one piece, you knew you had to wait for the opportune moment.Ā
"Now, what to do with youā¦" Eldon addressed you directly, voice low, examining you as he closed the gap between you, invaded your personal space further.Ā
"You know, we're always looking for strong young ladies like yourself to help us expand the bloodline," he reached out and wound a strand of your hair around his fingers, the back of his hand lingering against the side of your face. It took everything you had not to flinch.
"I don't suppose that would be something you'd be interested in, eh darling?" He brought the strand of hair still wrapped around his fingers to face, inhaling to breath in your scent.Ā
"Why would I ever choose that?" you asked defiantly, refusing to be the one to back away.Ā
His fingertips then traced down the side of your face, down your neck, and across your collarbone and this time you couldn't stifle the shiver. He smirked and looked you up and down. You wanted to vomit. "Power. Money. Anything you could ever want. You could be part of a dynasty- we're a proud, superior breed of manā¦ you'll see..."Ā he told you suggestively.Ā
You snapped and took your opportunity. You grabbed the arm he was reaching out to you with and pulled him towards you, driving your knee up into his gut at the same time. He doubled over and you ran as fast as you could, bolting for the stairs at the end of the war room. You were streaking past the illuminated table when you were yanked roughly back by your hair. Roscoe had emerged from his search just long enough to thwart your escape.Ā
"This is for shooting me earlier," he sneered before slamming your head off the table, plunging you into unconsciousness.Ā
The next thing you were aware of was a flare of purple light replacing the blackness in your vision. Ice traveled through your veins and you felt the gash on your forehead pulling itself back together. Your eyes snapped open as the spell finished healing you, a glow of vivid violet lingering at the edge of your sight for just a moment.Ā
You didn't know how long you'd been out but the scene you woke up to was far different from the previous one. You sat up, thankful that you were still in the bunker but horrified at what you saw around you.Ā
The three Stynes were dead. For that you were grateful, although you weren't quite sure about the young one. You gasped in terror at the rest of the scene- Dean had Cas pinned on the ground, the angel blade held high, ready to strike.Ā
"Dean, no!" you cried out, as he brought the blade down fast and hard. You jumped up, running over to the angel as Dean stood up somberly. He brushed past you, bumping your shoulder roughly before you slid the last few yards down to Cas' side, relief filling you as you realized he was still alive, the blade plunged into a book next to him instead.
"Dean, what have you done??" you yelled at his retreating form, tears welling in your eyes as you cradled Castiel's bloody face.Ā
Dean didn't even cast you a glance. "You two and Sam stay the hell away from me. Next time I won't miss," he replied coldly, heading up the stairs.Ā
"Dean, STOP!" you cried out desperately. "DEAN!"Ā But it was no use as the next sound echoing through the bunker was the door slamming loudly as he disappeared.Ā
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Chapter 16 just needs a final edit and will be posted SOONĀ
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The Hunt That Changed Everything Series Masterlist
Pairing: Sam x female reader, Dean x female reader, love triangle; NO WINCEST, no 3 threesomes (no hate, I just canāt write it)
Y'all, I can't figure out how to get my link in my bio to work... gonna have to do some homework, it's been TOO LONG away from Tumblr! So here's the masterlist re-blogged for everyone's access until I can get this shit re-worked š
Hey you guys!!! It's been WAY TOO LONG!! Like YEARS...
1) I've completely lost my list of people who wanted tagged and to be honest half of y'all may not even be on here anymore. But I've grabbed the list from my series, I'm gonna try and tag you guys... lmk if you want on or off the tag train!
2) I have a new short for you that was posted not long ago- check it out... I'll try and link it here if I can remember how this all works š
3) I have been working on more chapters of The Hunt That Changed Everything so now is your chance to re-read the first 14 chapters before the next few come out! In all honesty, this story is THE reason I came back, I've been itching to restart it and the chapters are flowing!!
4) I don't remember how TF everything works on Tumblr so PLEASE bear with me through my re- learning curve š for instance- if anyone knows why I seem unable to change my avatar picture?? Or why my masterlist link is no longer working in my bio?? Good lord, send help š
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Quick little 900 word story to ease my way back into things- I've been MIA for like 2+ years, yo!! This story might help you understand why!
Dean x reader story where y'all are married and trying to start a family, it's fluffy and shit
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The tests may have come back positive, but you wouldn't believe it until you saw it. After months, years, of negative pregnancy tests and more doctors appointments than you could count, you were understandable pessimistic.
Dean wasn't. He was sure the two of you were finally going to get your little miracle. It was infuriating. As much as you wanted to be happy that the doctor had finally called with, āCongratulations,ā instead of āI'm so sorry,ā this time, you knew it was still early and that a lot could happen in the first trimester. You'd let yourself believe after your twelve-week ultrasound, scheduled for this afternoon.
āCome on, sweetheart, time to go!ā Dean peeked his smiling face in the bedroom where you were finishing getting ready. Your timid smile was enough to pull him the rest of the way into the room, the bed sinking slightly as he settled down on the edge next to you.Ā
āDean, I just don't want you to get your hopes upā¦ā you started. He cut you off with a swift kiss. You'd had this conversation dozens of times already.Ā
āWhatever happens, we're in this together,ā he responded simply, interlacing his fingers in yours and pulling you to your feet.Ā
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The paper crinkled underneath you as you waited for the doctor to enter the exam room. Your legs bounced nervously, anxious to get things going. The not knowing had always been one of the worst parts going through all this fertility crap.Ā
Dean put down the parenting magazine he'd been flipping through and stood in front of you, hands on your knees to steady you. You pressed your face into his chest, taking a deep breath, letting his closeness calm your nerves as he rubbed gentle circles on your back.
You pulled apart as the door opened, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as the doctor finally made her appearance.Ā
āHello Winchesters!ā she greeted cheerfully, āScoot on down, let's see how things are coming along!āĀ
You moved into position as she prepped the machinery, Dean moving to stand by your side grasping your hand firmly.Ā
The jelly was surprisingly warm, but you still jumped slightly in your amped up state.Ā
āAlright, let's take a lookā¦ā the doctor said, moving the wand as she looked at the screen.
You held your breathā¦ this was it. Heartbreak or relief. Devastation or celebration. Even though it had only been seconds, you wished desperately she would say something already, put you out of your misery.
āAnd there is your baby!ā she smiled at you both, pointing to the tiny dark spot on the screen.Ā
You couldn't believe it. FINALLY. You stared silently at the screen as she zoomed the image in.
āAnd here, you can see baby's heartbeat,ā she explained. And she was right, you could see it! A tiny little fluttering in the middle of the dark blob. She turned on the Doppler and the sound of quick heartbeats filled the room.
Tears filled your eyes as Dean squeezed your hand.
āYou did it, baby,ā he whispered in your ear, kissing your temple.
You turned to look at him, noticing the tears welling in the corners of his eyes as well.
āWe did it,ā you corrected, kissing him on the cheek as he continued to watch the fluttering heart on the screen. It was the most beautiful thing either of you had ever seen.
āAnd if we look over hereā¦ā the doctor said, moving the ultrasound wand again, āWe can see your other baby!ā
Both you and Dean looked at her in complete shock.
āOther babyā¦?ā he asked, eyes wide.
āYep! Here's Baby B's heartbeat,ā she grinned, pointing to the tiny beating heart on the screen.
āTwins??ā you exclaimed, looking quickly between the screen, the doctor, and Dean's still surprised face as the sound of the second heartbeat echoed loudly.
āThat's right! Two healthy babies! Congratulations, Mom and Dad!ā she handed you a wipe to rid yourself of the jelly as she printed out a handful of pictures showing your two little miracles.
āMultiple pregnancies take a bit more monitoring, so we'll see you back in four weeks! In the meantime, your job is to stay relaxed and healthy and get as much sleep as you can.ā The doctor directed as she gathered her things. āGet dressed and we'll get you out of here. I'm sure you two are dying to go celebrate.ā She smiled one more time before leaving the exam room.
You hopped off the table and straight into Dean's arms, full on sobbing at this point.
āYou finally get to be a mom, sweetheart,ā he murmured sweetly into your ear.
āI can't believe it's finally happeningā¦ā you choked out through the tears. You felt lighter than you'd felt in years, like a horrible weight had finally been taken off your chest.
āYou better believe it, cause we're gonna have TWO little Rugrats running around!ā he laughed.
āOh my God, TWO!!!ā you pulled back to look at your husband's face. You found nothing but pure joy staring back at you.Ā
āYep. We better get back to the bunker and let Sammy know he's gonna be on permanent baby-sitter duty for the next ten years!!ā Dean grinned and you chuckled lightly.Ā
He grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you hard. The long kiss was followed by two shorter pecks on your lips before he spoke, āCome on, Mommy, let's go celebrate.ā
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Yes, my fertility journey has had a happy ending!! I have healthy 18 month old twins who are my everything!! But I'm going to try and get back into writing, I've missed it so! Stay tuned for more coming soon! šš
Here are my cuties watching harvest happen from our living room! They're double trouble! š
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Alright y'all. Iāve been postponing this post because Iāve been hoping I would snap out of it, but Iām not, so here it is.
Iām not alright.
Iāve been struggling hard-core with Infertility-induced anxiety and depression. It sucks. Many days I lay on the couch, unable to convince myself to do anything else. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I get angry, and other times Iām just numb. Iāve been going to counseling and am currently going through the IVF procedures, but itās a long slow process.
So I must apologize.
I signed up for a handful of challenges when I was feeling well and have been unable to complete them. @imagineteamfreewill @atc74 @andtheraincamefalling @charliebradbury1104 I am so sorry for falling off the Tumblr wagon and failing to complete your challenges. This is the first time I have not completed things on time and I feel terrible.
But I must take care of myself.
There may be other challenges Iāve signed up for. If I left you out, again my most sincere apologies. It was not intentional.
This is my official notice of hiatus.
Iām REALLY going to try to come back sooner rather than later, but honestly I donāt even have the energy to read fanfiction, let alone write.
Iāve totally misplaced my tag list, so Iām not going to tag everyone, but I wanted to let y'all know what was going on.
Alright y'all. I've been postponing this post because I've been hoping I would snap out of it, but I'm not, so here it is.
I'm not alright.
I've been struggling hard-core with Infertility-induced anxiety and depression. It sucks. Many days I lay on the couch, unable to convince myself to do anything else. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I get angry, and other times I'm just numb. I've been going to counseling and am currently going through the IVF procedures, but it's a long slow process.
So I must apologize.
I signed up for a handful of challenges when I was feeling well and have been unable to complete them. @imagineteamfreewill @atc74 @andtheraincamefalling @charliebradbury1104 I am so sorry for falling off the Tumblr wagon and failing to complete your challenges. This is the first time I have not completed things on time and I feel terrible.
But I must take care of myself.
There may be other challenges I've signed up for. If I left you out, again my most sincere apologies. It was not intentional.
This is my official notice of hiatus.
I'm REALLY going to try to come back sooner rather than later, but honestly I don't even have the energy to read fanfiction, let alone write.
I've totally misplaced my tag list, so I'm not going to tag everyone, but I wanted to let y'all know what was going on.
āShould we call Dean and tell him weāre on the way back?ā Sam asked, looking over at you from the passenger seat.
āNah,ā you shrugged and caressed the wheel, relishing one of the only times you got to drive the Impala. āWeāll surprise him. Hopefully heās resting anyway. Iāve never seen such a pathetic case of the Man Flu.ā
Sam laughed. āHe was very mopey.ā
āMopey?ā you scoffed. āYou should have seen him. He was such a baby. Pulling at my sleeve, begging me to stay and cuddle, then kicking me away because he was too hot. I swear, Sam, itās like he was possessed by a cry-baby demon.ā
āWell, I hope heās better. We have things to do.ā
āHey, come on, I think we made a great team. Torched those bodies pretty quick, I might add. Iām an expert fire starter.ā
āThat you are, Y/N/N,ā Sam laughed and settled back against his seat. āWake me up when we get there, OK?ā
Can you do an imagine with samXreader where same and the reader get drunk at a wedding??
Hey nonnie! I can definitely incorporate it into one of my stories, but I tend to take a while to incorporate prompts into my fics. So in all honesty, don't expect it for a couple months... I'm going through some shit right now, super freaking time consuming!! But thank you for sending the ask, I'll do what I can!
Hi guys! I love writing AUās and I know a lot of you guys do too. I have this list going I call the āHit Listā of different AUās Iāve written for or want to try and write for someday. I wanted to share that list with yaāll in a semi-challenge. This challenge is pretty simple as itās more of an ideaās list for you to get inspiration from rather than an actual challenge but if you want to play along, hereās the rules:
1. No signups or following required to participate
2. Write whatever pairing youād like
3. Write whatever genre youād like
4. No min or max word counts (aesthetics welcome too)
5. No due dates
Like I said, this is a super easy, laid back challenge for yourself. Do as many AUās or as few as you want. Feel free to tag me in anything you write but you donāt have to. You can use the #AU Hit List Challenge tag in your fic too but again, you donāt have to.
I donāt promise to read or reblog fics I get tagged in but I might do so on occasion.
Summary: Sequel to Sons of Lawrence. You should probably read it. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. What happens when a rival biker gang comes to Lawrence and does whatever they deem necessary to take over COLT?
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Female Reader, John Winchester,
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader, John Winchester x Mary Winchester, Sam Winchester x Ruby, Bobby Singer x Ellen Harvelle
Word Count: 1,228
Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, major character death, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon violence. Consider these warnings a staple for the entire series.
Authorās Note: This series isnāt going to be light and fluffy. Itās dark, dirty, and gritty.
The tags for Sons of Lawrence will only be on this chapter. If you do not tell me in an ask that you want to be tagged in Men of Lawrence, I will remove you from the list as to make room for others.
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You were high. Higher than youāve ever been, and you never wanted to come down. If only you could stay there, right on the precipice of being too high, where everything moved in slow motion, where you could see every piece of star dust that trailed a shooting star, feel it burn into the palm of your hands, grainy, like a piece of hot sand after a long day in the sun.
Dean chuckled behind you. āWhatācha see, babe?ā he asked, chest rumbling against your back, fingers splaying over your stomach.
āThe stars,ā was your breathy reply. āI want to catch one.ā With your cigarette dangling between your lips, you put your hand out and wove it through the air, desperately hoping that youād be successful this time.
Sam is in line to succeed his father on the throne. As an Alpha of age, he can finally select a mate to be his Queen when that time comes. However, the process of selecting a mate is easier than the Trials he has to complete to win her over.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Sam prepares to choose his mate and begins the Trials.
PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
WORD COUNT: 2400
WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics, rut, male masturbation, mate selection
AUTHORāS NOTE: This series combines elements from Supernatural and The Maze Runner with dystopian horror/sci-fi themes, as well as graphic sexual content. Please heed the warnings, which will be listed in each chapter. Hope you enjoy!
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>> SERIES MASTERLIST <<
āSam? Sammy?ā
He turned over, burying his face in his pillow.
āGo away, Dean.ā
His brother stayed put. āCāmon, you know what day it is.ā
Of course. How could he forget?
It was the day that Sam was going to select a mate. He was at the beginning of his rut, a time where his selectiveness would be at its prime, and as per custom, his father, the King, had selected a number of young Omegas by his own hand for his son to choose from.
Sam had been preparing for this day since he presented as an Alpha at eighteen years old. Now at twenty-four, with an aging father whose time was coming to an end, it was his time to take a mate and join his brother in line for the throne.
All Alpha males in line took on the Trials. As the eldest, Dean was supposed to be first in line, but as a Beta was unable to complete the Alpha-only challenge designed to test physical, mental, and emotional endurance, making Sam first in line to succeed their father.
Awe Accidentally High was so dang cute. I love adorkable, uninhibited Dean šø Thank you for sharing!
Aww I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! I've been writing mostly angst lately and I needed something goofy and fun! Thanks for letting me know you liked it, feedback is the best! šš
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