Hey, I'm Rowyn, I'm constantly tired and falling for fictional characters. I go by they/them pronouns. Any homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc will NOT be accepted on my blog and will get you blocked. Happy reading!
Warnings: MAJOR Angst, depression, mentions of blood, fluff
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 5.1k (Seesh)
Summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar place, trying to sort through your memories and figure out what happened, you discover your new powers. As old memories surface, you remember that you were experimented on by the infamous Aldrich Killian and were injected by the Extremis serum. In order to keep your family safe, you stay away. That is, until one day, you see a familiar boy swinging through the streets of Brooklyn.
Burning fire.
That’s what it felt like.
Fire coursed through your veins as red hot anger filled your body. You couldn’t describe why you were so angry, you just knew you were. After the anger subsided, you began to take in your surroundings. You were in a cold, dank basement, or maybe it was a prison cell. There was a small twin bed in the corner, and a toilet in the other. Bars lined the one small window as well as the door. Definitely a prison cell, you decided. “How nice.” You mumbled.
It seemed like there was no one around, as the only thing that could be heard was the sound of your breathing. “Hello?” You called out in attempts to catch someone’s attention. “Anyone there.” Silence. “Damn it.” You paced around your cell, looking for any way to escape. You couldn’t even remember how you had gotten there. Did you even remember your own name? What was your name?
Warnings: Self hate, mentions of abusive ex, mentions of a minor character death, fluff
Characters: Reader, Dean, Michael, Jo
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
You had been living with Dean for five weeks now, and everything felt surprisingly normal. You both woke up early in the morning for work, so you got to have breakfast together. You liked having someone to talk to before going to work.
It was five in the morning as you and Dean shuffled around the kitchen in a comfortable silence. You had made some eggs and bacon for the both of you while Dean got ready for work. Since Dean passed the coffee shop to get to work, he would drop you off, and in return, you made him coffee to get him ready for the day.
"Mornin' sweetheart." Dean grumbles as he comes out of his room, yawning. His hair was still tousled from sleep. You chuckle softly at the sight.
"Morning, Dean. Forget to brush your hair?" You snorted. Dean laughs as he smooths down his hair.
"Maybe I was trying out a new style, Y/n, ever think of that?" He sniffed, pretending to be mad.
"Aw, c'mon now, you never change up your routine, so I find that highly unlikely. And besides, you can't be mad at me forever, I made you breakfast." You set his plate down on the table, pouring a glass of orange juice for him.
"I got damn lucky to have you as a roommate." He sighed happily as he ruffles your hair before sitting down at the table, tucking into his breakfast.
"I could say the same." You smile as you eat with him. Storm was still asleep on the window seal. Despite Dean buying a cat bed for him to get into his good graces, the cat refused to actually sleep in the bed. He just sniffed at it before going back to what he was doing.
Once you and Dean were finished with breakfast, he took the plates and put them in the dishwasher, starting a load. You went and grabbed your apron for work before heading out the door with Dean, sliding into his beautiful Impala. "I hope you know that if I actually still drove, I'd totally wanna take Baby for a joyride." You joked.
Dean laughs softly, his eyes crinkling up at the edges. "You're more than welcome to drive her anytime you need, sweetheart. I won't stop you."
"Oh, um, nah." You shook your head gently. "I don't really drive anymore. I um, I got into a really bad car crash about a year ago and I don't really drive anymore because of it." It was the first time you had really talked about the car crash with anyone other than Jo or Jack.
"I'm sorry to hear about that sweetheart. Was everyone alright?" He frowns, looking over at you.
"Oh, um, yeah, I just had a broken arm. . . The other driver was okay too."
Dean could tell that you wanted to drop the subject. "So, I was thinking, you don't work tomorrow, right? And you're done with exams?"
"Yeah, why?" You tilt your head curiously.
"Well," Dean said as he pulled into the parking lot of Chuck's. "I was thinking that tonight we go to my favorite bar and have some drinks, my treat. They're having karaoke tonight too, and I think it would be a lot of fun."
You mulled it over for a moment. You didn't drink much, but you thought this would be a good chance to get to know Dean a little better and let loose some. "I think that'd be a lot of fun, actually." You give him a gentle smile.
"Perfect, I get off work tonight at 5. I'll pick you up and take you home on my lunch break, I don't want you walking home alone or anything." Dean gives you a boyish grin, the one that you had come to adore.
"Thanks, Dean, you have no idea how much I appreciate your kindness." And it was true. Dean was kind to you when it felt like you hit rock bottom. Being evicted from you apartment was rough, and you never expected him to offer his home up to you. Even though you hadn't known Dean long, you trusted him, and it seems that he trusted you. You hated to think about where you'd be without him right now.
"Don't mention it, sweetheart. I'm just glad I could help you out. I've been where you've been before. My life has never been put together in the slightest, and there was a time when I had no place to go. I really could have used some help, and I want to be that person for you." He said softly, looking over at you.
"Well, I know I'm not much, but I'm here, and I can be the support you need. We can help each other." You offer him a gentle smile.
"I like the sound of that, Y/n, thank you." You lean over and give him a quick hug.
"I'll see you on your lunch break, then. Let me go make your coffee really quick." You went in and unlocked the doors, making Dean a brown sugar latte and grabbed him a scone before bringing it out to him. "Have a good day at work." I reach through the window and ruffle his hair before heading back inside to tackle the day.
Jo was the next person scheduled to come in, and you hoped it was one of those rare days that she was actually on time. You had talked to her many times before about her punctuality, but it never seemed to stick with her. She was your best friend, and you didn't want to have to reprimand her, but it seemed that it was going to have to come to that. Thankfully, she was on time today, and you didn't have to say anything to her.
"Thank god my car started." She said as she walked in, clocking in on the computer. "I was scared she wasn't gonna crank. I really need a new car."
"Well, you're here, that's all that matters. Today's a Wednesday, so I'm expecting it to be a good day for us. This is usually our dead day, so I think it should be okay with just the two of us until eleven when Maddison comes in."
The day went off without a hitch, the customers were nice, it was a slow day, and everything seemed peaceful. That is, until the end of your shift. Dean was on his lunch break and he was waiting for you to clock out so he could take you home. He didn't mind hanging out in the coffee shop, as he found it rather peaceful. The front door dinged, signaling that there was a customer inside. "Hey, welcome to Chuck's! We'll be right w-" You broke off as you stared up at the man in front of you. Michael. You could feel your heart pounding out your chest as he glared down at you. You hadn't seen him in nearly two months, what made him want to come confront you now?
"We need to talk." He said gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest. He was 6'3 and he towered over you. It was something that had always intimidated you, especially when you were together.
"We have nothing to talk about. You need to leave." You tried to make your voice sound strong and determined, but it came out as just a small squeak. You hated the affect he had on you. For years he made you feel small, and even after the break up, he could still make you feel that way.
"Oh we have plenty to talk about, Y/n. Like how one day you just changed the locks to the apartment and had all of my stuff sitting out in the hall?"
"And you're just now wanting to talk about this, huh? You had nearly two months to reach out to me and to talk about this, but you picked now as the prime opportunity? When I'm at work?"
"Oh please," He scoffed. "You can hardly call this a job. Besides, I've been busy with other things." Dean's head perked up at the sound of arguing. He looked over at you and Michael. He could clearly tell you were in distress.
"Michael, just fucking leave. You're not welcomed here. Our relationship is over and there's absolutely nothing for us to talk about. You cheated, you were abusive, you were a shitty ass boyfriend. What else do you want me to say? I've listed a billion reasons as to why we broke up and you still can't accept that."
"Don't speak to me like that." He grabbed your wrist. "I guess I better teach you some manners." You try to pull away from his grasp. Before you could even shout for help, a fist connected with Michael's jaw.
Dean looked pissed as he grabbed Michael by the shirt, slamming him against the wall. "What kind of pathetic coward lays hands on a woman?" He growled as he punched him again. "Come near Y/n ever again, and I swear to God himself, there will not be anything stopping me from beating you within an inch of your sad life. Got it?!"
You had never seen Dean so angry before, let alone get physical with someone. "And what's it to you, huh?! Why the hell do you care for some whore so much? Oh, I get it, you're fucking her, huh?" Michael laughed, throwing his head back.
Dean said nothing in return as he punched him once more before throwing him out to door. "Don't ever come near her again." Dean snarled before going to check on you. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he? I swear to God-"
"Dean. . ." You hugged him tightly. "I'm okay, he didn't hurt me. . . Thank you for sticking up for me." You whisper, tears in your eyes. Maddison and Jo watched as Dean wrapped his arms around you protectively.
"No one's going to hurt my best girl on my watch, I promise you that." He said lowly, gently rubbing your back. "I'm guessing he's your ex boyfriend?"
"Yeah, he is. . . I thought I was finally free of him, but he keeps popping back up like an infectious disease." You were holding back tears, not wanting to cry in front of Dean.
"C'mon sweetheart, let's get out of here." He wrapped his arm around you and led you out to his car. "Do you need me to stay with you? I can tell Bobby something came up."
You shook your head gently. "No, that's okay. . . I don't want to impose. I'll be okay until you get off work tonight. . . Honestly, I don't even what to think about what just happened. And it doesn't even surprise me that he came here. I guess I was just hoping he'd forget about me." You ramble on, looking at your hands.
"You wouldn't be imposing, sugar." He said, his voice soft and gentle. "If you need me, I'm here, okay? There's not much goin' on at the shop today, so Bobby can afford to be on his own for the rest of the day."
You felt tears brim your eyes as you kept looking at your hands, refusing to look Dean in the eye. "I-I could use some company. . . If t-that's okay." You whispered quietly. Dean tilts your head up gently with his finger so you would look at him.
"I'll stay with you as long as you need, darlin'." He then surprised you by kissing your head. He was so caring and gentle with you, which was something you weren't used to. He drove back to the house, letting you pick the music for the drive. Once you got back, he called Bobby and explained the situation before following you inside. He grabbed some blankets and popped some popcorn. "So, what movie should we watch? Comedy, rom-com, action?"
"You really don't have to do this for me, Dean. . ." You felt like a burden. You made Dean call out of work just so he could sit here and watch a movie with you. You were an awful friend and roommate.
"You're right, I don't have to, but I want to. . . You're my best friend, Y/n, I want to make sure that you're okay. You've had a stressful day, and you need to unwind a bit. Plus, work was slow, wasn't much for me to do. I'd much rather sit here with my favorite girl and cheer her up." He sits down beside you, draping his arm on the back of the couch.
You leaned into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you let the tears flow. "I-I just want to be rid of him. He never let's me have any peace."
"Shh," Dean whispered softly, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm here sweetheart. . . He won't hurt you as long as I'm around, okay?" He kissed your head again, making you feel comfort. Storm jumped up on the couch, settling himself in your lap, purring softly. "See, darlin'? Even Storm's here to help you." That made the tears stream down your face harder. It felt like you couldn't breathe. Everything that you had held in from the break up came bursting out all at once, despite your attempts at pushing it down. Dean held you in his arms as you cried. "Breathe, Y/n, I need you to breathe for me, okay?" He murmured gently. You tried to breathe, but it just came out as choked sobs. Your body was shaking as you cried. Dean let you know that he was here, and that you were safe. You knew he was right. Being in his arms was the safest place for you. You knew that Dean would never hurt you, and that he would do everything in his power to protect you.
Once you had calmed down, you found your voice. "Thank you for being here." Your voice was raw and hoarse from crying. Dean didn't mention it, he just smiled softly, kissing your temple.
"Of course, sweetheart. What are friends for?" He continued to run his fingers through your hair, as he could tell that's what was keeping you grounded. "We don't have to go out tonight, we can go some other time, I'm sure that you're tired after the day you've had."
You thought it over for a moment. "Actually, I think I still want to go out tonight. . . I just need to feel normal, and show that what he did doesn't get to me." You state confidently.
Dean grins at your confidence. "That's my girl." He let you get ready for your night out with him. You picked a pair faded ripped jeans from your draw, a black blouse, and a black leather jacket. You combed through your hair, trying to find a style you liked, eventually settling on having it braided. You came out of your room with a smile. Dean let out a low whistle as he saw you.
"You clean up nicely, darlin'." He grins. He was wearing a green flannel over a black shirt that fit him nicely and a pair of faded blue jeans. You couldn't help but smile at the compliment.
"Thanks, De. Shall we get going?" You grab you wallet as Dean grabs his keys.
"Let's go." He smiles, resting a hand on the small of your back as he leads you out the door. You were very aware of his hand against your back. But you shouldn't be thinking about that. Dean was your friend and roommate. You couldn't risk anything. You slid into the Impala as Dean going into the drivers seat. You grinned as the car roared to life. The car was absolutely gorgeous, and you'd love to have an old car like this. That is, if you still drove. Past pains rear its ugly head into your thoughts, making you think of things you wish you could forget. You push it aside. Tonight was about having fun with your best friend.
You showed the bouncer your ID and you were let into the bar with Dean. It was packed since it was karaoke night. You and Dean slid up to the bar, you ordered your favorite drink and Dean got a whiskey and coke. "So, ya thinking about gettin' up there and singing?" Dean smirked as he looked to you.
"Me? Nah, I can't really sing." You shrugged.
"One, that's bullshit. I hear you singing in the shower all the time and you sound amazing. And two, no one who sings karaoke can sing. I'll do it with you if you sing." He offered you up a smile. You could never resist that boyish smile he had.
"I hate you, I hope you know that." Despite your words, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.
"Say what you want sweetheart. But hey, you get to pick the song and I can't complain."
"Oh really?" You smirked. "So if I picked a Taylor Swift song, you wouldn't say anything?"
"Hey, I can get down with TSwizzle, okay?" Dean held up his hands in defense. You couldn't help the laughter that racked through your body.
"You did not just say TSwizzle-" You continued to laugh, Dean joining in.
"All I'm sayin' is that you can pick whatever song you like."
You went up to the karaoke machine, scrolling through until you found the perfect duet for you two. I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. "We're up next." You grin as you pull Dean towards the stage. Dean followed you up on stage, grabbing the mic. "Ready?" Dean nods as the song starts. Despite having never heard the song, he did it justice. You never knew Dean could sing. When you sang your parts together, Dean smiled over at you, his eyes gleaming. Once the song was over, he helped you down from the stage.
"Y/n, you were amazing! I knew you had a good voice, but damn, that was beautiful." He praised you, gently patting your shoulder.
"Me? Dean, I had no idea you could sing like that. You were fantastic!" You gently punch his shoulder.
Dean chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck as the tip of his ears turn pink. "Thank you, sweetheart, I appreciate it." He grinned.
"Aaand I think that some of the girls over there found your singing attractive." You chuckled as you looked over to a group of girls that were eyeballing Dean. "You should go talk to them!" You encouraged.
"Nah," He shook his head. "This night is about you and me, and celebrating our friendship." He gave you a smile. You couldn't help the small butterflies you felt in your stomach. Instead of going off with a girl, he wanted to spend time with you. But at the same time, you felt bad, because you felt like you were keeping him from having a fun time.
You felt like screaming at yourself, because you always did this. Every time there was something good going in your life, you found a way to get in your head and overthink things. You wished you could turn those voices in your head off. Sometimes those voices got particularly loud, especially in times like these. You tried to push them away and have a good time with Dean, but you couldn't help it.
"You okay, Y/n? You got really quiet all of a sudden." Dean said softly. Damnit, he knew you too well.
"Oh, yeah, it's um, it's just been a long day, y'know?" You cleared your throat, looking up at him.
"We can head home if you'd like?" He suggested, tilting his head to the side.
"No no, I'd hate to be a bother. You look like you're having so much fun, and I don't want to ruin that." You spoke softly.
"Sweetheart, if you're tired or you just don't feel up to being here anymore, you can tell me. I won't be upset. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or feel like you have to stay for my sake. Besides, I don't care where we are, as long as we're together, I'm happy to spend time with you."
You gave him a soft smile. "I just don't think I'm in the right headspace right now." You sighed. "It's just been a long day with a lot going on. . . I promise to make it up to you."
"Don't worry about it, Y/n, we can just spend some time together and watch a movie if you'd like?"
"I'd really like that, De. . . Thank you." You whispered gently. Dean ruffled your hair and went to pay for the tab. You rode home in a comfortable silence as Dean hummed along to the radio. You were stuck in your own head again, per usual. You were leaned against the window, feeling the cool glass on your cheek.
"Are you sure everything's alright, sweetheart?" He asked, looking over to you. "You've been awfully quiet."
"I dunno, I'm just really struggling mentally today. After everything that happened this afternoon, I just feel so. . . empty?"
"I get it darlin'. What do you need? Do you need some time by yourself, or do you wanna curl up on the couch with me and watch some Dr. Sexy MD?" He questioned, his voice gentle.
"I think that spending some time with you could help. . ." You couldn't help but smile. You felt safe with Dean, and even though you were having a tough time, you knew that everything was going to be okay as long as you were with him.
Summary: You were working at your local coffee shop/book store. It was a slow day, as it always seemed to be. You were studying for your midterm in Chemistry when a man you’ve never seen before walks through the door. His eyes were the first thing that caught your attention. They were a bright green, almost like emeralds. You couldn’t help but look a little longer that was socially acceptable.
All Dean Winchester wanted in that moment was a cup of coffee. He was dog-tired from constantly working on cars with Bobby. The usual place he went to was too busy, so he decided to try his luck at a small coffee shop/book store that was just down the road. As soon as he walked in, he felt at ease. There was soft music playing in the background, the smell of coffee and old books danced in the air. But as he drew closer to the counter were you sat, the scent of Cinnamon and Sugar
General Warnings: Mentions of depression, anxiety, death, abusive relationship, toxic family, maybe smut (jury’s still out on that one) language, fluff (if you’re lucky)
I'm back! After a ~very~ long hiatus! I got burnt out on writing for a long time, but I'm back now and working on my Cinnamon and Sugar fanfic! I will start taking requests soon!
Characters: Dean, Jo, Reader, Benny Laffite (mentioned only)
Word count: 1.5k
You looked around your nearly empty apartment. Pretty much everything was packed up, and what wasn't was going to be thrown away. You still had a few days until you had to move, but today was moving day. The truck was going to be there in four hours, and there was still things to be done.
You had searched for days on end for another apartment, not wanting to impose on Dean. When nothing came up, you finally decided to take Dean up on his offer. Dean was very sweet about the entire thing. He already had a spare bedroom set up, and even a cat bed for Storm. Hell, he even offered to help you move, to which you declined politely. He had already done so much for you and he barely knew you.
Normally, you would find the entire situation strange, but there was something about Dean, like he would never hurt you.
"Alright, Storm." You said, looking around. "Are you ready to go to your new home?" Your cat gave a sad meow. "No, silly, I meant a new home with me. I'm not leaving you behind." Storm began purring as he weaved between your legs. "God, you're a weird cat."
Not only were you stressed about having to move out, but you also had midterms in three days. But then you had Christmas break; four weeks off of school where you could just sit around in your pajamas and watch Christmas movies.
"Knock knock." A voice said, opening the door. "It's your favorite person!"
You rolled your eyes as you looked at the blonde girl. "Since when are you my favorite person, Jo?"
"Since we were ten, duh. Besides, I have to be your favorite, I'm here to help you finish packing and move your stuff into Dean's house." Jo said, grabbing a stack of books and neatly placing them in a box. "Even though I offered to let you stay at my place."
"Jo," You sighed. "I told you, if your landlord caught me living at your apartment, then you would be kicked out and neither of us would have a place to live."
"I know, It's just. . . You barely know Dean. He could be a serial killer."
"And that would be an upgrade from the last guy I lived with, so. . ."
"Y/N," Jo shook her head.
"Jo."
"Are you okay?" She asked gently. "You haven't really talked about Michael all that much and-"
"It's because I don't want to talk about it." You stopped her. "When I'm ready to tell you what happened, I will. But right now, I'm nowhere near ready to discuss it. No matter how much you and Jack badger me about it."
"We badger you because we care, Y/N/N." Jo objected.
"I know you do, but sometimes it's best to just give me some time. I promise I'll talk to you guys about it soon. Just give me a little more time."
Jo gave you a worried look but said nothing else. "So, what are you doing for Christmas?"
You made a face at your best friend. She was jumping from one touchy subject to the next. "I don't know. . . If Jack doesn't come home from Duke, I might go visit him. You could come too. Make a road trip out of it."
"That's a sixteen hour drive, Y/N. If we were to visit Jack, we would be taking a plane." Jo said as she packed up a few band t-shirts.
"Do you have money for a ticket?" You arched an eyebrow. "Cuz I sure as hell don't."
"Touché."
You decided to play some music while the two of you continued to pack up your apartment. Listening to music was the only way to make you unwind. You loved to her the loud beat of the drums and the hum of the guitar. The two of you danced around as you tossed things into boxes.
"Aren't your neighbors doing to report this?" Jo asked loudly over the music.
"What are they gonna do? Kick me out?" You responded, jumping around.
"This is why I love you!" Jo giggled.
Two hours later, you had everything packed up, and the stuff that wasn't was sorted into two piles: Throw away, and donate.
You and Jo fell back onto the couch, both of you out of breath. "I am exhausted." You wheezed.
"You're telling me." Jo agreed. "Hey, you wanna get some pizza?"
"If you're buying."
———
"So," You said, after taking a bite out of your pizza. "Why didn't you want to pursue anything with Dean again?"
"I mean, it's not that I didn't. He's a nice guy, super hot, pretty smart, but it just didn't seem right." Jo explained. "It's almost like I was stealing him from someone. I could tell that he didn't belong with me."
"Huh," You furrowed your eyebrows. "I've literally never heard someone say that about having sex before." You laughed.
"Oh shut up!" Jo growled. "You make it out to sound like I'm crazy."
"I mean. . ."
Jo glared at you from across the table. "I will hit you with something."
"I'd like to see you try. Your aim sucks." You challenged. Jo hurriedly got up and picked up a pillow from on the couch and chucked it at your head. "Hey!"
"Well, would you look at that, I guess my aim doesn't suck after all." Jo smirked.
"You little -" You picked up the pillow she threw at you and aimed for her stomach.
There was a knock at the door, which interrupted the fight that you were having with Jo.
You opened the door to see Dean on the other side. "Dean, hey! What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to help you move." He said simply.
"Dean I-"
"Nope, you can't stop me." He chuckled as he lifted a box into his arms. "Whatever doesn't fit in the moving van I can put in my car."
You and Jo watched as he carried three boxes out the door. "God he is so sexy." Jo mumbled.
"I thought you said chasing after Dean would be like stealing something from someone?" You inquired, a light grin on your face.
"Doesn't mean I can't admire his great ass." You rolled your eyes and flicked Jo's ear.
"Perv." You mumbled as you grabbed a box and followed Dean out the door. Within twenty minutes, everything had been loaded onto the van.
"Well, that's everything." You huffed, resting your hands on your hips. "Okay, so, Jo and I are going to follow you in our cars, and we'll see you at your house."
You picked up Storm's carrier and put him in the back seat. He was sound asleep, as you slipped a Benadryl in his food earlier because it put him to sleep easily. Storm hated car rides with a burning passion.
It was about a twenty minute drive from your apartment to Dean's place, which was a good thing; you weren't too far away from the coffee shop. His house seemed to be in a good neighborhood.
Jo parked the moving van beside Dean's car. Dean hopped out of his car and began grabbing boxes, taking them inside the house. After several trips back to the car, you finally had all of your boxes in the house. You crouch down and let Storm out of his carrier, and he darts into a corner, glaring at you. "Aaand now he's pissed." You chuckle softly.
"Ah, he'll get over it, sweetheart. Especially when he becomes hungry." Dean comments as he starts helping you unpack.
"Well, it looks like y'all have this handled. I'm gonna go, it's way too crowded in here anyways." Jo says, giving you a hug before leaving.
You and Dean worked in silence for a while as you unpacked. It wasn't an excessive amount of stuff, mostly things for your room. "I'll unpack the clothes, you don't have to worry about that." You tell Dean as he brings in a box labeled 'clothes'. "Thanks for letting me live with you, Dean. I didn't know what I was gonna do. . ." You say quietly.
"Nah, don't worry about it sweetheart, I look at it as a win-win situation. You have a place to stay and I have good company." He gives you a boyish grin.
"Still, I really owe you one. . . I'll have rent to you the first of the month and we can go half on the utilities." You say as you unpack your clothes, putting them in your dresser.
"Don't stress too much on that, sweetheart. I know times are tough, just pitch in when you can, okay?" He gives you a reassuring smile, gently squeezing your shoulder. "I'll leave you to get settled in. I'll order us some Chinese food."
"Oooh, that sounds really good right now." You sigh happily. "Marry me?"
Dean snorts as he looks at his phone. "You're starting to sound like Benny, there, sugar."
"What can I say, it runs in the family." You joke. Dean left to go pick up the food and you were left alone in you thoughts. It was strange to be living somewhere other than your apartment, especially with this man that you met not even three weeks ago. But you trusted Dean, there was just something about his personality that just made you feel safe and secure. Storm jumped on the bed, looking up at you.
"Hey there buddy. . . I know, tell me about it, this whole thing is strange. . ." You sigh as you gently pet him. "Everything's gonna be okay. . ." You weren't sure if you were trying to convince your cat or yourself.
How I Think The Supernatural Men Would React To Finding Out You’re Pregnant.
Dean:
Convinced he heard you wrong
You have to show him the five positive pregnancy tests you took for him to believe you
Immediately starts freaking out
“W-what are we gonna do?! We can’t raise a baby! Not being a hunter we can’t!”
Is adamant on retiring from hunting to keep you and the baby safe.
Wants to start baby proofing the bunker asap.
“Dean, we have eight months and then some before we have to worry about the baby bumping into corners and trying to stick a fork in an electrical outlet.”
He’s so excited to be a dad, although he’s terrified that he’ll turn out like John.
Calls Jodie and Bobby (He’s alive because I said so) and asks them for advice.
Insists on making the baby listen to Led Zeppelin and AC/DC.
Surprisingly, he can’t wait to start decorating the baby’s room. (He even goes to Ikea to pick out furniture)
Sam:
Starts laughing because funny enough, you found out you were pregnant on April 1st.
“Very funny, Y/N.”
“I’m serious, Sammy.”
He went to the store and bought you a pregnancy test just to he sure you weren’t messing with him.
“You’re really pregnant?!”
“Told you, dumbass.”
He laughs, but this time it’s from excitement.
He picks you up and spins you around, which wasn’t a good idea due to morning sickness
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He apologizes as he holds your hair back while you throw up.
“I hate you.”
Makes a list of baby names. He wants to name the baby after either Jodie or Bobby (His real parents) whether that be their first or middle name.
Human!Cas:
Honestly doesn’t know how to react.
He’s nervous about being a father.
He has literally no idea how to take care of a baby.
So he buys a ton of child care books. And I mean a ton.
Once he stops freaking out, he feels excitement overwhelm him.
He literally watches you like a hawk and refuses to let you do any kind of work.
He’s so scared that someone will come after you that he insists on hiding in the bunker for the rest of eternity.
“Cas, I am not staying in the bunker for the rest of my life.”
“It’s just a thought.”
He, strangely enough, wants to go clothes shopping for the baby. He sees all the tiny baby clothes and gets really excited.
“It’s so small.” He smiles.
He ends up being an amazing father.
100% thinks you’re lying.
“You’re not pregnant, there’s no way.”
“Well, you see, when an Archangel and a human love each other very much-”
He doesn’t know how to react when he truly finds out you’re pregnant.
He starts to freak out.
"Everyone knows what happens to humans that carry Nephlim babies!"
"Does everyone know that?"
Gabriel will stop at nothing to make sure that you're not harmed when you deliver the baby.
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Warnings: MAJOR Angst, depression, mentions of blood, fluff
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 5.1k (Seesh)
Summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar place, trying to sort through your memories and figure out what happened, you discover your new powers. As old memories surface, you remember that you were experimented on by the infamous Aldrich Killian and were injected by the Extremis serum. In order to keep your family safe, you stay away. That is, until one day, you see a familiar boy swinging through the streets of Brooklyn.
Burning fire.
That's what it felt like.
Fire coursed through your veins as red hot anger filled your body. You couldn't describe why you were so angry, you just knew you were. After the anger subsided, you began to take in your surroundings. You were in a cold, dank basement, or maybe it was a prison cell. There was a small twin bed in the corner, and a toilet in the other. Bars lined the one small window as well as the door. Definitely a prison cell, you decided. "How nice." You mumbled.
It seemed like there was no one around, as the only thing that could be heard was the sound of your breathing. "Hello?" You called out in attempts to catch someone's attention. "Anyone there." Silence. "Damn it." You paced around your cell, looking for any way to escape. You couldn't even remember how you had gotten there. Did you even remember your own name? What was your name?
"My. . . My name. . . What is it. C'mon man, think. Think!" You hit the side of your head, as if that would help you remember your name. "Y/N!" You shouted in glee. "Y/N Parker, that's it. And. . . And my little brother's name is Peter." The memories started to flood your brain. You smiled as you thought of the time you taught Peter how to ride a bike and how to shave. Of course he failed miserably at both. Clumsy kid.
What really bugged you was you had no idea how you even got to where you were. Or where you were in the first place. For all you knew, you could be in Siberia. Nah, it wasn't cold enough to be Siberia. Or was it? Did you even feel the cold anymore? "Alright, Y/N, enough with the existential crisis. How do I get out of here?"
You try to kick the cell open, but no dice. Why did you think that would work? Idiot. "C'mon!" You shouted angrily. You needed to get out of here. You needed to get back to your little brother and Aunt May. What would they think when they saw you? How long had it been since you had been gone? Had it been a week? A month? A year? Ten years? Was Peter fully grown and now graduating college? And how did you stay alive all this time without any food or water?
You shook the bars of the cell, yelling with rage. You felt warm. Too warm. Like when you were younger and had a fever of 104.2 and Aunt May had to take you to the hospital. It felt like that. To your surprise, the metal beneath your hands began to warp and melt. You jumped back in surprise. "What in the hell?" You looked down to see your hands were glowing red. You didn't feel any pain, which seemed odd.
You placed your hands back on the bars, watching as the iron melt under your touch. You stepped through the large hole, looking down the narrow hallway. "What the fuck have I gotten myself into?"
---
It had been two months since you escaped your prison cell. Although, it wasn't much of a prison. You had searched the entire place and didn't find a single soul. It was barren of any life whatsoever. It appeared to once inhabited hundreds of people, but by the looks of it, that was decades ago. When you exited the detention center, you found that you had been dropped off on Long Island. You had no idea how you had gotten there, or what lead to you gaining. . . Fire powers?
You had been living on the streets for the past couple of months, refusing to go home to your family. It's not that you didn't want to see your brother and your aunt, you really missed them. However, you had no idea how to control your powers or what they even did. You didn't want to hurt them. So you kept your head down and took care of yourself the best you could. Albeit, that was hard considering you were now homeless living in New York.
You had seen many articles in the papers and all over the news about a man named Aldrich Killian and a group called Mandarin. He used people as test subjects for his new invention, the Extremis serum. From what you read, it changed the hosts genetic code and granted them superhuman strength, endurance, and a healing factor. Apparently, it also allowed the person to control the amount of heat expelled from their body. Only one person survived. Pepper Potts. You knew her to be the girlfriend of infamous Tony Stark. Your little brother was obsessed with him.
You didn't know what happened to her after that huge battle went down between Aldrich and Stark. For all you knew, she was still the same as you were; whatever that was. You had been researching, seeing if there was a cure, but as far as you knew, there wasn't one. So until there was a breakthrough, you decided to keep things the way they were. To keep the ones you loved safe.
You tried to remember what happened before you were captured, but it only came in glimpses. You remembered you had joined the Marines around three years prior. But that's the most that came to memory.
Two months turned into two years. Two years since you had seen your family. You now rented a small apartment in the Bronx and had a job in a coffee shop. It wasn't luxurious, but it paid the bills.
It was a regular Saturday morning, one of your only days off this week, when a video popped up on the screen. New Superhero deemed Spiderman saves elderly woman from getting hit by a car. What kind of name was Spiderman?
"Excuse me, Mr. Spiderman," A young reporter called to the guy.
"Oh, um, you don't have to call me Mr." He gave a shaky laugh. You narrowed your eyes, staring at the screen intently. Why did he sound so familiar?
"I have to say, you are becoming one of the locals favorite superhero's. I believe that is a huge compliment considering all the other hero's that occupy The United States. What do you have to say to that?"
Spiderman scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Well, that is a very big compliment," He agreed. "But there's no way I could ever compete with people like Iron Man and Captain America."
"Modest too." The woman giggled, laying a hand on the man's shoulder. He seemed surprised at the gesture, like no girl had ever looked at him before then. "Tell me, what inspires you to do what you do?"
"That's an easy question." He said confidently. You figured his answer was going to be some generic stuff like, 'It's for the greater good.' or 'I do it for the people of New York.' No, what came out of his mouth genuinely shocked you. "I do it for my big sister. She went missing three years ago and we've never been able to find her. She was my big sister, my best friend, and a mother to me. I do this because I know it would make her proud."
Your ears began to ring as your surroundings faded out around you. It was so clear to you now. You knew that voice. You would know it anywhere. Sure, it was a bit deeper than the last time you had heard it, but it was still the same childlike voice you remember from your childhood. "Peter."
"Well, Spiderman, that is truly touching. I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Is there any last words you would like to say to the camera?"
Peter nodded. "Y/N, if you're watching this, come home. We miss you."
---
You had mulled over the decision for weeks. You kept fighting with yourself back and forth over whether or not you should do this. Ever since the interview with 'Spiderman,' you had been thinking about going home. In the end, you decided to go see them. After all, it was only a 30 minute drive from The Bronx to Queens. You were honestly surprised he had never seen you before.
You knocked on the door softly, bouncing on the balls of your feet nervously. "Just a second!" A familiar female voice said from behind the door. This was your last chance to back out. You knew that May was nearly at the door, but you were fast and could get down the stairs before she ever saw you. No. You told yourself firmly. You had finally learned how to control your powers and you knew that you wouldn't purposefully hurt your loved ones. This was the day that you see your family again.
May answered the door looking rather frazzled, like she had just woken up. Her long brown hair was knotted up and frizzy, and she had dark bags under her eyes. "Sorry about that," She said, not looking up. "You caught me at the wro-" Her brown eyes finally glanced up into yours. Her face was one of complete and utter shock. She didn't know how to process what she was seeing. She didn't fully believe it.
"Y/N?" She whispered. She placed her hands on either side of your face, trying to come to terms with what was in front of her. Feeling your skin beneath her fingertips made it feel more real. "Is it really you?" Her eyes filled with tears.
"It's me, Aunt May. It's really me." You nodded. She cried out with joy, throwing her arms around you.
"Oh, my sweet girl." She mumbled as she squeezed you tightly. "W-we looked for you. For years we looked for you. The military said that despite their best efforts, you had gone A.W.O.L. and there was nothing that they could do to find you. We hired a private investigator and she couldn't find you either. What happened to you?"
"I'll explain that later." You assured her. "Where is Peter?"
"He's at school. I-I have to go get him! Like, right now! He has to know that you're alive!"
"Okay, Aunt May. I'll be waiting here."
"Okay." She smiled as she kissed your cheek. Normally you would pull away and wipe your cheek, but this was no normal situation. "It's so good to have you back."
45 minutes later, Aunt May and Peter had returned. "Aunt May, what is going on?" He asked nervously. "Did I do something wrong? Why was I pulled out of school? You never pull me out of school."
"Cool it with the questions, Peter. You'll see soon enough." May scolded.
You sat on the couch, bouncing your leg up and down nervously. It was an anxiety tic that you had since you were little. "Okay," Aunt May spoke. "Before you go in there, try not to bombard her with questions. Don't get angry, or over-excited. Just be as calm as you can, okay?"
"Aunt May, you're scaring me a little." Peter admitted.
"Sorry, sorry. Just. . . Go into the living room. There's something waiting for you." You saw a head of fluffy brown hair turn the corner. He had grown quite a bit since the last time you saw him. Of course, that was when he was twelve.
"Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes clouding with tears just as May's had done.
"Hey, kiddo." You flashed him a toothy grin.
Peter smiled widely as he surged forward to hug you. He clung to you tightly, like a child attaching onto their mother. "You were dead. E-everyone thought you were dead." He whimpered. You hugged your brother tightly, tears flooding your own eyes. You cursed yourself for waiting this long to reach out to your family. You could see the pain and worry that you had caused them. You thought that by staying away, it would make things better. But you could see that it only hurt them more. "I didn't think that though. I knew you had to be alive somewhere. I just knew it. You're stronger than that."
"That's what you think." You spoke softly. Peter peeled himself off of you, his face was red and puffy. "Let's sit down. We should talk about what happened."
You didn't know whether you wanted to tell the truth or not. Because telling them the truth could put them in danger somehow. But not telling them the truth could do more harm than good. As far as you knew, everyone having to do with the whole Extremis serum thing was either dead. "Okay, this is going to sound really strange, but I need you guys to bear with me, okay?"
You began telling them everything you knew. You told them of Aldrich Killian and the Extremis serum and what it had done to you. They listened intently without any interruption or disbelief. You explained to them why you stayed away for two years and what you were doing that entire time. "I know I made you guys worry, and I am so sorry for that. I just didn't want to put you in danger. I thought that I might hurt someone without meaning to. That one night I might be having a nightmare and that you would try to wake me up and I would hurt you. You have to understand, the whole reason I stayed away was to protect you."
"Then why did you come back?" Peter questioned. He didn't say it in a vindictive or snarky way, more as a genuine question.
"Because I learned how to control myself. I don't get as angry as I used to. And I've taught myself how to use my powers."
"Well," Aunt May interrupted. "Either way, we're just glad to have you back, Y/N. We'll have to get the legal things sorted out, but other than that, that should be it. I'll let you and Peter catch up while I grab some dinner."
As soon as May was out of the door, you looked over to your little brother. "So, you're Spiderman, huh?"
Peter's eyes widened in shock. "W-what?" He stammered.
"Aw, c'mon kid. Don't play innocent with me. I know that was you in that interview. You still have the same voice as you did when you were twelve." You joked, ruffling his hair. "The last thing you said, that's also another reason I came home. I wanted to give you and Aunt May some piece of mind."
"I just wish you would have came home sooner. I'm just glad you decided to come home in the first place, though."
"Yeah, I bet you are." You grinned. "You need someone to cover your ass when you're out saving the citizens of New York."
Peter let out a small laugh at your words. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, kiddo."
---
CIRCA CIVIL WAR ERA
Ever since you returned home, you began taking Peter to and from school everyday. You remembered how much you despised riding the bus when you were in school, and you couldn't put your brother through that. Especially since he was so dorky and socially awkward.
"So, you like her?" You questioned, your hands stuffed in your jean pockets. "This M.J girl?"
"Y/N," He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Aw, c'mon little P. Tell me what she's like. Is she smart? Pretty? Kind?" Peter stayed silent, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. "Ah, all of the above then?"
"Shut up." He mumbled. You grinned as you opened the door to your apartment, only to see Aunt May, and what looked to be Tony Stark, sitting on the couch together. They were too close for your comfort.
"Hey Aunt May." Peter said, a confused look on his face.
"Mmm. Hey." She smiled nervously. "How was school today?
"It was. . . Fine?" Peter said skeptically. The two of you rounded the corner to see your aunt with. . . Was that Tony Stark?! With a black eye?
"What the fu-" Peter smacked the back of your head, giving you a pointed look and flashing his eyes towards Aunt May. "dge. Fudge." You cleared your throat. "Aunt May, is that. . . Tony Stark?"
"Mr. Parker." He said, looking over to Peter. "And you're his older sister, I presume?" You nod skeptically. Tony eyed you up and down, making you glare at him.
"Um. . ." You look over at Peter with wide eyes. What did you get yourself into? You silently ask. "Hey! Uh, I'm--I'm--I'm Peter." He had a twinkle in his eyes, something he only got when he was excited about something.
"Y/N." You introduced yourself shortly.
"Tony."
" What are . . .what are you--what are you--what are you doing here?" Peter questioned.
"It's about time we met. You've been getting my e-mails, right?" Emails? You mouth.
"Yeah, yeah," Peter mumbled, a slightly confused look on his face. "Right. Regarding the. . ." He looked over to you, but you just shrugged. You had no clue what was happening right now.
"You didn't even tell me about the grant." Aunt May frowned.
"Same here." You agreed, crossing you arms and looking down at your brother.
"About the grant." He finished.
"The September Foundation." Tony prompted.
"Right."
"Yeah. Remember when you applied?" He said.
"Yeah."
"Okay, as entertaining as this is. . . I've got things to do."
"Uh, actually, Miss Parker, I was wanting to talk to you as well." Tony stopped you.
You laughed, shaking your head. "What could you possibly have to talk to me about?"
---
"Okay, so you're saying that if we help you with this stupid fight with your. . . Ex friends? That you'll give me the cure for my. . . Condition?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."
"That's kind of a crappy thing to hold over someone's head, don't you think?"
"I've done worse."
"We're in." Peter said eagerly. You threw him a look.
"Great! I'll be in touch." And with that, Tony was gone.
As soon as you were sure that Tony was out of the apartment, you turned on your brother. "We're in, really?" You hissed. "Did you even think about consulting me before you accepted to this nut jobs offer? What if I didn't want to work with him?"
"But. . . You do, right? I mean, why wouldn't you want the cure?"
"Because I've finally learned to live with this condition. And it's my disease to live with, not yours. You don't get a say in this, Peter. I didn't want to help him. He's an ass."
"But isn't it worth it, Y/N? To help him just this once, and then you'll be cured of this awful thing."
"Awful thing." You scoffed. "Really, Peter? Read my lips, kid. I don't want to be cured. If you asked me two years ago, then I would have said yes. I am finally okay in my body and with my powers, and I don't want them taken away. So you can call Stark and tell him that I don't want it. And if you were smart, you wouldn't help him either. He's going to get you in a lot of trouble and I don't want to see you get hurt."
After that day, you and Peter weren't on the best of terms. He kept bugging you about joining Starks team to defeat Captain America, for some reason that you still didn't understand. Something about Steve Rogers friend and the Sokovia Accords. From what you did understand, you agreed with Steve.
You were out for your daily jog when two men joined on either side of you. You recognized both of them. It was the Falcon and Captain America. You stopped in your tracks and took out your earbuds. "You know, if I didn't recognize you two, I would've tried to stab you with my pocket knife." You admitted.
"Why the hell do you have a pocket knife?" Sam asked, startled.
"I'm a woman that lives in New York. Why do you think I carry around a pocket knife. Now, can I help you?"
"That all depends on you." Steve said. The three of you found a deserted café so you could talk without curious ears.
"Okay, so I know that basics of what is going on." You confessed. "Stark has already approached me and my brother, hoping to get us to join his side."
"So we've heard." Steve nodded.
"We've also heard that you weren't too enthusiastic about Starks proposition." Sam spoke.
"Yeah, well, he assumed that I am in need of curing. Which I'm not, and if my obnoxious little brother would have let me speak, then he would have known that I don't plan on joining Starks side just because he has the cure for the Extremis serum. I don't like Stark, and I sure as hell don't agree with his ideologies. So what reason would I have to join Stark?"
"That's exactly our point." Sam said. "So why not help us instead of Stark?"
"Maybe because I'm not an Avenger or a superhero? Or because my little brother would be on the opposing side?"
"You may not be an Avenger or superhero, but your little brother is becoming one. Stark is recruiting him and soon enough, he'll be an Avenger. And then do you know what will happen?" Steve said, his eyes watching you intently. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Peter will belong to the government. He'll be sent of somewhere to do God knows what. Things that will put him in danger and force him to bend his morals. Do you really want that for your brother?"
"You guys really love holding stuff over peoples heads to get them to do what you want, huh? First Stark offering me the cure to the Extremis serum, and now you guys telling me that my brother is doomed if Stark wins this fight." You laughed bitterly. "This is just fucking fantastic."
"Ooh, careful, Steve doesn't like that kind of strong language." Sam jabbed at his friend, earning an eye roll from the man.
"I just want you to know all the facts before you choose a side. If you choose a side, that is."
"I want to do what's best for Peter. I've practically raised the kid. And if protecting him means fighting against him, then I'm willing to do that. Just tell me when and where, and I'll be there."
"Thank you, Y/N, we really appreci-" Steve started, going to shake your hand.
"Let's be very clear, I'm not doing this for you or your crusade. I'm doing this for my family, and my family only, if anything goes sideways, or Peter gets hurt because one of you, I will make it my life's mission to make you suffer in ways you can't even imagine. We're not friends, we're business partners. Is that clear?" You said gruffly.
"Crystal."
---
It wasn't long after that visit that Steve had made contact with you. You were already in Germany, awaiting for orders. The day Steve approached you while running, you bought a ticket to Germany. You pulled up to a deserted airport in your 2010 Jeep Wrangler that you were renting.
"Y/N," Steve said as you slammed the door shut. "Glad you could make it."
"Not a problem, Cap." You shook his hand, looking around at the other people, including Sam, three unknown men and a young girl that looked 25 to years old. "Would you like to introduce me to your friends?"
"Uh, yeah, you know Sam, that's Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff and Bucky Barnes." Steve introduced you. "Everyone, this is Y/N Parker. Stark tried to recruit her, but with a little persuasion, she sided with us." Your eyes lingered tall man named Bucky. He was rather handsome, in your opinion. He had long black hair with stubble to match, and beautiful cerulean blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean.
"So, what's your thing?" Clint asked.
"My thing?"
"Yeah, your thing. Your abilities. Rogers and Barnes are super soldiers, Wanda is a sorceress, Wilson has his wings and Lang over there can shrink to the size of an ant." Clint explained.
"Oh, uh, well, I'm an ex-Marine and a," You scoffed at the next part. "A lab rat. I had something called the Extremis serum injected into me." You noticed that Bucky was looking at you with knowing eyes. He understood what you were going through, you knew that. You had heard stories of the man they called The Winter Soldier. "I am the only test subject still living."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Bucky spoke up.
You shrugged lightly. "It's okay. I mean, I can grow limbs back if I just so happen to lose one." The people around you laughed, even Bucky, who looked like he hadn't cracked a smile in years. "And I can melt stuff, so, hey, guess it's not so bad."
"Okay, is everyone ready?" Steve asked. "We're outside the law with this one, so if you're with me, then that means your wanted."
"That's a first." You mumbled. Wanda and Sam, who were the closest to you, snorted with laughter, causing Bucky's eyes to snap over to you. His face softened as he saw your smile, a smile of his own forming on his lips. Only to fade when he saw you and Sam talking to each other in hushed tones.
"He's staring at you." He whispered to you. "I think he likes you."
"I wish." You scoffed. "He's way outta my league."
"Are you kidding me? Have you seen you? You're gorgeous. And in my opinion, you're the one that's outta his league."
"We should get moving." Bucky said, clearing his throat.
"We got a chopper lined up." Clint added. Just as he said that, a man came over the intercom speaking German.
"They're evacuating the airport." Bucky clarified at the confused looks.
"Stark." Sam stated, looking over at Steve.
"Stark?" Scott questioned, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Suit up." Steve commanded. You reached into your Jeep and grabbed your old brown backpack. For a while now, you had been tinkering with some new technology, trying to make a suit that would be able to withstand the heat of your body and help protect you. You were able to create a suit that did both. It had been in the back of your mind for a while; creating something like this. You didn't think that you would ever need it or use it, but there's a first time for everything.
You were headed towards one of the bathrooms to change when Bucky approached you. "Y/N, right?"
"Yeah. And you're Bucky?"
"Yeah. I uh - I remember reading about the Extremis experimentations. I was trying to catch up on everything I've missed. I heard that a lot of the people who were injected with the serum signed up for it. Did you?" He asked.
You were curious as to why Bucky was questioning you about the experiment. Although, you yourself had some questions about the super soldier serum and his time as the Winter Soldier. However, you would never ask him about it, you knew that his trauma was still fresh and in need of healing. You had time to cope with everything that had happened.
"No, I didn't sign up for it. I didn't have a reason to. Most of the people who signed up voluntarily were injured in someway, a lot of them were amputees."
"So what happened? How did you end up getting it?"
You chuckled bitterly. "My platoon was the one in charge of finding the Mandarin and taking him down. We were making our way through one of the villages, trying to find out where he was hiding. One of our bomb dogs started going crazy, pulling my friend Andrew in the direction of the bomb. Not ten seconds later, it went off, taking out half my soldiers. And all I could hear was the terrible, terrible screaming. And then I realized that it was me that was screaming." You kicked off your shoes and jeans, changing into your suit as Bucky did the same. You weren't uncomfortable with changing in front of him. When you were a Marine, you had to change in front of men and women all the time. "The next thing I knew, I was strapped to a table in some cold lab and having the Extremis serum injected into my veins." Bucky watched you with knowing eyes, your story sounding all too similar to his own. "I was able to get out and keep my mind, others weren't so lucky. I knew some of those other soldiers. They were people I had been working with for years, and I could barely recognize them. They looked the same, of course, but their minds belonged to Killian. I guess I found a place to isolate myself until things blew over. It took me a really long time to remember everything. It would come back in pieces, and it felt like waves crashing over me. Like I was drowning. I still don't remember everything, and I don't think I ever will, and I'm okay with that."
Bucky stayed silent for a moment as he slipped on his shirt, followed by his vest. You noticed that there were tons of scars where his metal arm met his shoulder, but decided not to comment on it. "How do you learn to be okay with that? Not knowing? I remember a lot of things, but some stuff is still foggy."
"Our brain can block out really traumatic things. I think that it's your brains way of protecting you. I think with some help, you'll be able to remember everything. You just need some time and good people to lean on. And if everything works out here - fingers crossed - then I'll be there to help, if you need it." You felt your heart stop as Bucky looked down at you, a light mist in his eyes. You just now realized how close you were to each other.
"You wouldn't mind helping me? But you just met me." You couldn't help but notice how there was a look of apprehension on his face, and you couldn't tell if that was because of the fight that was about to take place or the close proximity of your face.
"Well, considering I just trauma dumped on you, I think it's only fair." Bucky let out a puff of air, a small smile tugging at his lips. You didn't know what you were thinking - if you even were thinking - but you found yourself closing the small gap between the two of you and pressing your lips against his. Bucky seemed stunned for a second, as he stilled in your arms. Just as you were about to pull away, his hands found their way to your hair, playing with it softly as he moved his lips against yours.
A loud pounding on the door tore you two apart. "Hey!" Wanda's voice came from the other side. "If you two are done confessing your undying love to each other, we kind of need you out here." You felt blood rush to your cheeks as looked at Bucky.
"We should probably go." You said, quickly pulling on your boots.
"Yeah." Bucky agreed. "But, um, we should really talk, after all of this is over."
"Yeah. That is if my brother doesn't kill me for joining your team. Family dinner should be fun." You said as you pulled open the door, only to find a smirking Wanda on the other side.
"C'mon lovebirds, you can finish whatever that was later. Right now, we have some things to sort out."
A hunter-husbands doodle that got outta hand, featuring Cas completely not grasping appropriately-tough pet names (probably on purpose) and LOOK GUYS I DREW EYEBALLS INSTEAD OF DOTS (to mixed results)
The next scene is the monsters laughing hysterically from the shadows and Dean going “well… at least we found ‘em…”
Hi there! So actually found it off of tiktok! A creator made this, along with other variations with different hair color, length, a skin color! I took a screenshot of it and cropped it!
Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, major angst, implications of depression
Pairings: Dean x Wife!Reader
Characters: Dean, Jack, Sam, Reader, Cas (Mentioned only)
Word count: 3k
You sat on the couch of your childhood home, staring blankly at the T.V. Your knees were pulled up to your chin as you had your arms wrapped around your legs. It had been three weeks since you left the bunker, and you felt empty inside.
Your mother sat beside you, a cup of tea and honey in her hand and a concerned look on her face. “Darling, you have to eat something. I know you haven’t been feeling well, but you still need to stay healthy.” You didn’t respond to her as she set the cup of tea in your hands.
Everything felt numb. It was like you didn’t feel any emotions at all. The world felt dull. Like all color had been stripped and it left you in darkness.
Warnings: Language, fluff, major angst, implications of divorce, arguing, Dean being mean to Jack
Pairings: Dean x Wife!Reader
Characters: Dean, Jack, Sam, Reader, Cas (mentioned only)
Word count: 2.7k
You threw your bag down as you entered the bunker, exhausted from your last hunt. This was one of the rare cases where you worked alone.
Sometimes you needed the time to yourself, away from all the men. Sometimes you would go hunting with Jody and Claire, but even then, those two argued like cats and dogs.
“Y/N,” Jack smiled as you entered the kitchen. “How was the hunt?”
“It was pretty good, actually.” You grinned as you sat across from him. “I was chasing down this werewolf in Tennessee, and it was really strange. He’d kill one person, turn the next, and repeat that cycle.”
Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, major angst, implications of depression
Pairings: Dean x Wife!Reader
Characters: Dean, Jack, Sam, Reader, Cas (Mentioned only)
Word count: 3k
You sat on the couch of your childhood home, staring blankly at the T.V. Your knees were pulled up to your chin as you had your arms wrapped around your legs. It had been three weeks since you left the bunker, and you felt empty inside.
Your mother sat beside you, a cup of tea and honey in her hand and a concerned look on her face. "Darling, you have to eat something. I know you haven't been feeling well, but you still need to stay healthy." You didn't respond to her as she set the cup of tea in your hands.
Everything felt numb. It was like you didn't feel any emotions at all. The world felt dull. Like all color had been stripped and it left you in darkness.
"Sweetheart, what happened?" She asked softly. Even though you had been with your parents for almost a month now, you had never fully discussed what happened with Dean.
"Mom, please-"
"No, Y/N." She put her foot down. "You call me one day, clearly upset saying that you and Jack were going to stay here for a while. You get here and you don't look like the daughter that I knew. You've changed."
You scoffed at your mother's words. "I'm getting a divorce, of course I've changed."
She sucked in a breath of air. "Y/N. What happened?" You gave your mother a brief rundown of what happened with you, Dean and Jack. "Oh, honey." She sympathized. "I am so sorry. You know that you and Jack are welcomed to stay as long as you like. I know your father is excited to have a grandchild."
Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to your mother. "What?"
"Jack, of course." She explained. "Look at them. Your dad's so happy. It's about time you give us a grandson."
"Lord knows you couldn't count on Chris for that." You rolled your eyes. "He can't keep a girl to save his life." Your smile began to fade slightly as your stomach did flips. Your mom noticed your green complexion and ran to grab a trash can. It was nearly too late as you felt your dinner from last night coming back up. She held your hair back as you did so, calling for your dad to get a wet washcloth.
You felt a cold cloth across your forehead, cooling your body. "Mom!" Jack said worriedly. "Are you okay?.
"She's okay, kiddo." Your dad assured him. "She's just not feeling too well." He mumbled skeptically.
You sat back against the couch, holding the rag to your head. "Jack," Your mom called. "Why don't you and I go make some cookies?"
Jack smiled at the idea, looking to you for approval. "You don't have to ask me, sweetheart. Go have fun."
You mother dipped down to whisper something unintelligible in your dad's ear before going to the kitchen.
"Y/N," He shook his head. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"
"Because I don't want it to be real." You muttered. "I don't want to think about the last thing that Dean said to me or the look on his face. I want to wake up and for this whole thing to be a dream. But I know it's not. I won't wake up next to him tomorrow and I don't get to tell him how much I love him." You chocked on a sob, covering you mouth with your hand so Jack wouldn't hear.
"Oh, my sweet girl." Your dad said softly, pulling you into his side. "I am so sorry, my darlin'." You rested your head on his shoulder as tears slipped down your cheeks. "That's not it, though. Is it? There's something else."
"Papa, I think I'm pregnant." You confessed. "I'm late and I've been sick all week."
"Have you taken a test yet?" He asked. You shook your head. "Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll go by the drug store and get a couple of tests, just to be sure, and I'll grab you some food on the way home. How does that sound?"
"Great." You said with a small smile. He kissed the top of your head before grabbing the keys and heading out of the house.
---
Five.
Five tests that had come back positive. Each one that you looked at made your heart sink more and more. "Oh god." You whimpered. "Damnit."
"What does it say, sweetie?" Your mother questioned from the other side of the door. You slowly opened it up and showed her the positive pregnancy test.
"Are they all positive?" You nodded.
"What am I gonna do?"
"I think you should call Dean-"
"No." You said firmly. "I'm not calling Dean. He made it very obvious that he didn't want anything to do with me anymore."
"Y/N," Your mother spoke firmly. "I'm not justifying what Dean said or did in the moment, however, he was just as hurt as you were because you were leaving with Jack and you didn't know how long you would be gone. I really think you should call him. I think he would want to know you're pregnant with his baby."
You sighed at her words. You knew she had a point. She was your mother, she's always right. "What if he doesn't care?" You whispered. "What if he hears my voice and hands up on me?"
"Then that's his loss, honey." She cooed. "The least you can do is try."
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MEANWHILE, AT THE BUNKER;
"Dean." Sam shook his brother. "Dean. C'mon dude, wake up."
Dean groaned as his eyes peeled open. "What?" He grumbled.
"You've been sleeping in here all night." Sam said, crossing his arms. "You should probably get some rest in your own bed, or at the very least, the couch. And charge your phone while you're at it, it's dead."
Dean stretched add he looked at the empty whiskey bottle set on the table and the picture of your wedding day beside it. It had been a rough few weeks since you had left. "You know I can't go sleep in that damn bed." He growled.
"Dean, I offered to switch rooms with you-"
"I don't want to switch rooms!" He snapped. "I want my wife back."
Sam frowned as he looked at his brother. He looked awful. He hasn't shaven in weeks, his hair's a mess, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
"Why don't you call her, Dean?"
"Because, after what I said, she'll never take me back. I was too harsh on her. Plus my phone is broken."
"One, you have ten phones, and two, yeah, you were a complete ass." Sam agreed. "You should have seen her when she left here. I had never seen anyone so. . . Broken before. You know they sparkle she had in her eyes?" Dean nodded. "It was gone. Her entire face seemed dull, almost like she had aged ten years."
Dean put his head in his hands, feeling defeated. "What have I done?"
"I don't know, but you had better make it right."
---
"Still no answer?" Your father asked. You had called Dean three times now and still no answer.
"Nope. Not a sound."
"I'm sorry honey," Your mother sympathized, rubbing your back. It's that anything we can do?"
"Yeah," You nodded. "I need space. I need to spend more time with Jack before the baby comes. I just want to know what it's like to be a mother."
"Of course." Your dad agreed. "Take the keys to the cabin in Colorado. I know that's a lot of good memories there and no pesky neighbors to worry about "
"Thanks, dad." You smiled. "We'll be outta here soon."
"You don't have to leave in a rush, kiddo. You know that we love having you here."
"I know."
---
"Why are we going to your parents cabin in Colorado?" Jack asked curiously as he peered out the window.
"Uh," You bit your lip as you tried to come up with a suitable lie to tell Jack. You hated how much you were lying to Jack lately, but you knew that he wouldn't understand the things that you were going through. "I just wanted to show you the place and stay up there for a little while. It's nice and quiet, you'll love it. It's cold up there and it's snowy in the winter. I used to go sledding all the time when I was younger and then my parents would call me in for hot chocolate and a movie. We can do that together. How does that sound, Jack?"
"It sounds great, Mom!" He smiled goofily. Every time he called you 'Mom,' your heart melted. You loved that Jack felt so comfortable around you to call you his mother. You knew that you would never be able to replace Kelly, and you would never want to, but you did want to make him feel safe and loved. You wanted Jack to know what a mother's love feels like. Jack blamed himself for the death of his mother, and you understood his grief, but you had told him time and time again that it wasn't his fault. Kelly wanted to go through with the pregnancy and refused to listen to anyone else's opinions on the matter. You just wished he understood that.
You felt a tear roll down your cheek, quickly wiping it away. "What's wrong, Mom?" Jack questioned. "Is it about Dean?"
You glanced over at Jack in surprise. "Why would you say that?"
"Well, Sam and Dean aren't here, and Dean hasn't called you to check up on you since we left. I know that whenever you go on a hunt by yourself, Dean calls you everyday to make sure you're okay."
You sighed heavily as you looked at the road in front of you. "Dean and I are. . . Going through a tough time right now. That's why I wanted to get away for a while. And I didn't want to go by myself, so that's why I wanted you to come with me."
"Are we ever going back to the bunker?"
"I don't know. . . It's a difficult situation, Jack. Right now, I don't think that I will be going back home anytime soon. But if you want to go back, I'll take you back. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."
"I want to stay with you." He said firmly. "But I also want you to be happy. You don't look happy anymore. You don't smile or laugh the way you used to. You sit on the couch watching reruns of Friends, and I've heard you crying at night. Sometimes I think you forget that I don't sleep very much."
You said nothing in response, knowing that Jack was right. You wanted to call Dean one more time, but you knew it was fruitless. He wasn't going to answer. But you did have Sam. When you finally arrived at the cabin, you sent Jack to unpack while you dialed Sam's number. After three rings, he finally picked up.
"Hello, Y/N? Are you okay? How's Jack?" He asked in one breath.
"Hey, Sammy. I'm fine, and so is Jack. I just wanted to call and make sure that you haven't gotten killed by anything."
"Nope, we're still alive." He gave a small chuckle. "How are you, Y/N, really? Don't lie to me, because I know when you're lying."
"I miss him." You sniffed. "Being away from him hurts me." Your voice cracked, forcing you to clear your throat. "We've been married for five years. And I know that to the average person that doesn't seem like a long time, but we're hunters, Sam. You know how hard it is to stay in a relationship in our line of work. I've been in love with him for half my life, and now, for us to be in this situation, it sucks, Sam. I can't think of any other word to describe it. It really fucking sucks."
Sam was quiet for a moment as he listened to you cry. "I'm sorry this is happening, Y/N. I never thought that this would happen to you and Dean. But I've known Dean my whole life, and I've known you since we were twenty, so I think that I'm entitled to make a judgement on this." You let out a small laugh. "You two have been in love longer than you've been together, but both of you have been to dumb to realize it. You argue like cats and dogs because you're so certain about what you believe in. You're both so passionate about things that you never let up. And now that you're finally together, you have been so happy. Dean has never felt this way about anyone that he's been with, male or female. He loves you so much, Y/N, that it kills him. You have both come too far to for things to end like this. I'm going to tell you the exact same thing I told Dean; fix this."
"I want to, Sammy, I just don't know how."
"Stop hiding, for one. You can't fix something when you're hundreds of miles away." You groaned as you felt a wave of nausea was over you. "Y/N?" You quickly made your way to the bathroom. "Y/N? What's going on? Are you okay?"
You leaned against the wall once you were done throwing up. "Yeah, yeah, Sam, I'm okay."
"What was that about, then?" Sam questioned. When you didn't answer, he began putting the pieces together himself. "You're pregnant."
"SHH!" You hissed. "Don't say that!"
"Why not? Because you don't want Dean to know?" He spoke coldly.
"Sam, please, don't say anything."
"How long have you known, Y/N? And how long do you plan on keeping this from Dean?"
You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I've known for a couple of days, okay? And I don't know when or how I'm going to tell Dean. He made it very clear that he didn't want anything to do with me the last time we talked. Besides, I tried to call him and he didn't answer my calls, so don't try to pin me off as the bad guy here."
"When did you try to call him?" The hard edge in Sam's voice disappeared.
"Three days ago, when I found out I was pregnant."
You could hear Sam let out a small laugh. "Three days ago I came in the kitchen to find Dean passed out on the table, hung over as hell and holding on to the picture of your wedding day. And beside him was his broken phone. His main phone, which I'm assuming is the one that you called?"
"Yeah. . ." You said meekly.
"Hang up and call his second phone. Please, will you do that for me?"
"Yes," You nodded, even though you knew he couldn't see you.
"I love you, Y/N/N."
"I love you too, Sammy." You sighed as you hung up the phone. You were terrified to call Dean. You hadn't spoken to him since that night all those weeks ago. You were still hurt, and you knew that Dean was hurting as well, and all you wanted was to hear his voice. You took a deep breath as you dialed his second phone number.
It rang five times before going to voicemail, making your heart sink. Not a minute later, the number called back. "Hello?"
"Y/N." Dean's voice said gruffly. "Sam told me you were going to call."
"Did. . . Did he tell you anything else?" You asked.
"Just that I needed to talk to you. What's going on?"
"I miss you," You confessed. You needed to tell Dean everything, and that included telling him how you felt. "I hate the way things ended between us, and I know that it wasn't solely on you or me. But I love you, Dean, and I will never stop loving you. And I know it's unfair I left and this is how I'm trying to get you back; over the phone. I would much rather be doing this in person. But I love you, Dean, and I always will. No matter what you say or do, I love you."
You could hear Dean struggling to breathe correctly. "Where are you?"
"My parents cabin, wh-"
"I'll be tomorrow morning." And with that, he hung up.
---
You paced back and forth in the living room, biting your nails. Dean didn't say what time he was going to be here, but he just said that he would be here in the morning. You had stayed up all night thinking about him. About the way his hair fell into his face after a shower, and how he always smelled like whiskey and firewood. The way his eyes would crinkle at the edges whenever he laughed, really laughed. But your favorite thing was when you had just finished a hunt, and you would go to lie down in bed, Dean would pull you close to him and whisper how much he loves you.
A sharp knock at the door snapped you out of your trance. "Who is it, Mom?" Jack asked, peering around the corner.
"Why don't you come see, kiddo." You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans before opening the door to reveal Sam and Dean. "Hi," You smiled. Sam was the first to come inside and hug you. He grinned as he pulled away, ruffling your hair.
"Why don't I take Jack into town for a little bit while you guys work this out?" He suggested.
"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Jack, go put on your shoes, you're going into town with Sam for a little while." Jack beamed at your works, hurriedly putting his shoes on a following Sam out the door.
"Hi," You said once more after Sam and Jack were gone. Dean didn't say a word as he hugged you tightly. You melted into his touch, feeling comfort in his embrace. The familiar smell of whiskey and firewood filled your nostrils. You closed your eyes to savor this moment. "I missed you."
I loved A Mother’s Love !! So excited to see what you have in store next!! Hope all is well :))
Awww! Thank you so much! I really appreciate the feedback. Every writer has their favorite works, and A Mother's Love was definitely one of my favorites. I am actually finishing up the second part as I am writing this. I cannot wait for you guys to read this next part! I am actually considering making a mini series, but for now I am focusing on one thing at a time.
Hi! Yes, there will be a part two to A Mother's Love! I haven't been able to write as much as I want to, since the end of the school year is approaching and I have exams next week. I've also been dealing with a lot of personal issues at the moment and haven't had the motivation. And my computer is currently broken so I am doing a lot of writing on my phone, which is very irritating for me 😅 But my new one comes on Friday. But I promise it is in the works and I will tag you 💛
