Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says โno eyesโฆ no noseโฆ no face. Donโt trust.โ To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
PAIRINGS: Dean Winchester/Fem!Reader, Demon!Dean Winchester/Fem!Reader, Mark of Cain!Dean Winchester/Fem!Reader
CHARACTERS: Female Reader Insert Character, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Charlie Bradbury, Crowley, Castiel, Claire Novak, Cain, Death the Horseman, Donatello Redfield, Amara
TO NOTE/WARNINGS: Angst, Smut, Spoilers for S9 & S10, Established Relationship, Demon Dean Winchester Being an Asshole, Dean Winchester Bears the Mark of Cain, Cure for the Mark of Cain, Minor Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Torture, Injury, Needles, Implied Cheating, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Biting, Alcohol, Nightmares, Grief/Mourning, Canon-Typical Violence, Robbery, Attempted Sexual Assault, Murder, Mildly Dubious Consent, Angry Sex, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Arguing, Vomitting, Miscommunication, Betrayal, Blood, Depression, Makeup Sex, Emotional Sex, Gentle Sex, Shower Sex, Self-Destructive Dean Winchester, Led Zeppelin Reference, Angst with a Happy Ending(?), Not Canon Compliant, Fingering, Cowgirl Position
A/N: Demon!Dean and MOC!Dean hold my heart. I've been wanting to write an angsty fanfiction about the Mark of Cain arc for a while now, and the @jacklesversebingo challenge has inspired me to finally go for it. I haven't written a multichapter fanfiction in years, so I'm both nervous and excited. This is a longer project, bear with me. Be mindful of the warnings for each chapter, please. Feedback is always appreciated. <3
SUMMARY: As his nightmares get worse, Dean realizes heโs turning into something heโs terrified of; he needs his girlfriendโs help. The corruption of the Mark of Cain leads to a heart-wrenching promise. Can the curse be lifted or will it leave scars?
PLAYLIST
Chapter 1: Practice My Confession
Chapter 2: Breathe Me In, Bleed Me Out
Chapter 3: Bruised Fruits & Rotten Cores [PODFIC]
Chapter 4: You're Stained
Chapter 5: Fan Fiction
Chapter 6: Drown My Demons
Chapter 7: Love Is the Death of Peace of Mind
Chapter 8: I'm a Winged Insect, You're a Funeral Pyre
Chapter 9: Matador
Chapter 10: Rain On My Parade
Chapter 11: Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You
Epilogue: Daybreak
LISTEN TO THE PODFIC OF CHAPTER 3 ON YOUTUBE OR SPOTIFY:
Podfic Narration Time โ Excerpt of โTaintedโ by xReikaLiane (AKA ChevroletDean on tumblr, xReika on AO3) loves the Mark of Cain and DemonDea
Holy angst. Iโve been blessed today. Is it bad that I ACTIVELY look for this kind of angst? Like on a daily basis. And somehow Dean always has the best freaking angst
Summary: You find out why Sam has been acting so distant lately.
An: cried writing this. Hope you cry reading it :) also may be mistakes. Not proofread.
Divider fromโฆ i donโt know i lost the creator :/
You cant say youโre lonely. No that wouldnโt be fair, you had Sam, Bobby, Jo, Ellen. And that was more than enough. But you still felt cold, empty and alone.
Sitting on the couch of the motel it was 3 a.m. and Sam and had fallen asleep a long time ago, and you were somewhat glad, because he hadnโt been sleeping at all since dean was torn apart in front of you and dragged to hell. To be completely honest you hadnโt been sleeping either, but you worried more about Sam driving himself to death than you.
Deans time had ended a month and a half ago. Seventy-two days to be exact, and night mares had plagued the both of you like never before. Youโd tried everything in your power to change his fate. To save your family, but dean was the foundation and without him everything fell apart.
Sam had been different. More aggitated and aggressive, angry. Even with you, and when he wasnโt upset with you he was downright ignoring you. He wouldnโt acknowledge you when you walked in a room. Or when you asked him a question, he was always in his phone, as if waiting for a message or a call. You chalked it up to him not believing Dean was actually gone, because you yourself still felt your heart skip a beat when you got a message or a call, hoping and praying for it to be dean.
You however started to be more skeptical when Sam started to sneak away, or just flat out leave for hours at a time, and when heโd come back youโd ask him where heโd been heโd give you some half thought out excuse of โi needed some airโ or โi was running some errandsโ but he never returned with anything.
So thatโs why you sat here biting your lip, bouncing your leg and hoping you wouldnโt find what you thought youโd find in his phone. You never thought youโd question Samโs loyalty to you, but something was going on and if he wouldnโt be honest with you about it then youโd have to find out by yourself.
You let out a shaky breath before opening his phone. His passcode was still the same, deans birthday. You clicked on his messages and the first name you read was ruby. Your eyebrows raised, youโd asked him months ago if heโd still been talking to ruby and he denied it with an attitude. Your heart clenched at the thought of what you might find when you opened their messages.
With shaky fingers you clicked on her name and immediately your heart shattered at Samโs most recent message to her.
โRuby where are you?โ
โI need you, i need moreโ
You shut off the phone, not needing to see any more. You let out a quiet sob, covering your mouth with your shaky hands. You donโt understand heโs cheating on you. With ruby. A demon. All the while you sat here, hoping to find a solution to bring his brother back from hell.
You looked over to his sleeping form, his chest rose and fell slowly and your chest began to feel empty, an attempt to numb your aching heart which didnโt do you any well. You looked round the room, at the mix of his and your belongings.
You knew what you had to do, the only thing you had left to do. Leave.
You wouldnโt say anything to him, not that you had anything to say, you wouldnโt try to make him love you again, or beg from him to see you how he used to because it was a lost cause. Your Sam was gone. Completely, tainted by the works of a demon and he couldnโt see it.
Ruby had stuck her claws into him and made him into her own little puppet, and if this was the road he wants to go down you wont stop him, but you sure as hell wont sit around and watch it happen.
You heard Sam stir just as you zipped up your bag, you paused hoping he wouldnโt wake up but you knew how much of a light sleeper he was and how low that probability was. You closed your eyes at being caught and not just leaving like youโd hoped.
โWhatโre you doing?โ Sam questioned with a groggy voice. You swallowed thickly in hopes your voice wouldnโt break when you spoke โleaving.โ You say simply as tears streamed down your face. Sam sat up in his bed a deep frown on his face. โWhat? Why?โ He asked urgently. That was the most care heโd used in his tone in such a long time, he almost sounded like his old self.
You moved over to the table where you left his phone, picked it up and tossed it to him. only allowing him to see your tear stricken face for a second before you turned you back to him again. โRuby says you know where to find her.โ You say.
Oh
Oh..
Sam looks at his phone with guilt eyes. You knew, and for whatever reason you werenโt angry with him. If you were you werenโt showing it. Heโd expected you to blow up, hit him, yell at him. Threaten to kill him even. But nothing. None of that happened and that hurt him even more than if you wouldโve. Because that meant heโd completely broken your heart, you ran out of care and energy. Sam had completely drained you and he knew it.
โY/n-โ you finally turned around, cutting him off with teary eyes and a shaky voice โNo. No sam, donโt do that. Donโt apologize. Donโt be sorry. You knew what you were doing, donโt feel bad just because you got caughtโ you say
You bite your lip, holding your breath to keep in a sob that had been begging to be let out. Sam puts his head down in shame. He did, know what he was doing. From the very beginning. He didnโt stop it and now it was too late. Now you were leaving him. By choice.
โJust tell me this one thingโ you say, making him look back up to you expectantly. โWhen did you stopโฆ loving me?โ You hated how weak you sounded. How stupid you felt asking that question to a man who cheated on you with a demon.
Samโs eyes widened with worry โneverโ he said quickly, shaking his head as he stood up from the bed, moving towards you โy/n i never-โ You took a step back holding up your hand to stop him. You shook your head telling him not to come any closer.
He nodded, averting his eyes guiltily. You grabbed your bag, moving towards the door. Sam watched your hand hover over the handle and for a second he hoped that youโd stay. Give him another chance but then those words slipped passed your lips and the remainder of his world shattered.
I still fking love this fic. Like one of my absolute favorites Iโve written. If you read this please listen to โout of loveโ by Alessia Cara it was my favorite song at the time and my gosh it makes this fic 10x more agonizing.
If you canโt tell yet I LOVE angst with no happy ending!
Okay now that my sleep is rejuvenating (thank god I was suffering!) I will be returning to writing.
Iโm gonna finish the 15 requests I have and then focus on my storyโs. Mostly Twisted luck, but others like; serendepity, HNTRZ, and a few others because I have been slacking on them.
I will still take requests and write them but it may take longer as my main focus will be elsewhere.
You guys, sorry I havenโt been writing or interacting/responding to you guys ๐
Kinda going through it, Iโm sleep deprived and canโt get to sleep for anything. I havenโt been able to for about a week or so. Iโm not ignoring anyone, literally Iโm just spending all of my time trying to sleep and very snappy because I get cranky on low sleep, I also get like 10x more forgetful because Iโm fatigued.
This happens all the time and lasts for like two/three weeks, but melatonin IS on the way so hoping that works.
Anywho just wanted to update you guys!! Hoping to be back in full swing soon, until then I love you guys. ๐ซถ๐ผ
You drag a small step stool over to the shelves in the library because, once again, the Men of Letters apparently believed anyone under six feet tall should simply accept defeat.
Sam looks up from his laptop. "You know," he says, "you could ask for help."
You glance down at him. "I could. But I've been dealing with this my whole life. I'm used to step stools and tiptoes. I'm not actually used to living with a giant. Besides, I don't want you to have to follow me around all day just to reach stuff."
He smiles to himself and goes back to his research.
Dean looks up from his phone. "He follows you around all day anyway."
Sam ignores it.
"Don't worry Sammy, you make an adorable puppy," you say.
Sam ignores that.
You find the journal you're after, wedge it under your arm, and start looking through the shelf for another one.
A minute later Sam walks up.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey."
He leans in to kiss you.
"Wow, I just realized I always get up on my tiptoes when I kiss you. I guess it's just automatic. I never even thought about it. This height makes it easier to kiss you."
"It's easier for me too. I don't have to bend down so far."
He kisses you again.
And again.
"Wait, this is suspicious," you say.
"What?"
"I think you like me better this height."
"I like you every height."
"Mhm."
"I doโฆ But this height is ..."
"Ergonomic?"
He laughs. "I was going to say nice."
You look at the little stool under your feet. "I could carry one around with me."
Sam's expression immediately says he is taking this possibility far more seriously than it deserves. "You are not carrying a step stool around on hunts."
"A folding one?"
"No."
"A travel stool?"
"No."
"Stilts?"
He laughs. Then he wraps an arm around your waist before you can continue the argument.
"You are not wearing stilts."
"What? You don't think I could walk in them, or fight in them?"
"Not safely, no, but more importantly, Dean would make fun of both of us for the rest of our lives."
You nod.
"I definitely would," Dean says.
Sam kisses you one last time.
"You know," he says, "you could still just ask me to get things off the top shelf."
You smile. "I know."
"But?"
"But now I know there are ergonomic benefits."
Dean doesn't even look up from his phone.
"For the record, that's what happens when you fall for a sasquatch."
๐ Read the Series: Sam x fem!reader insert (no "Y/N") AU fanfic Series Accidentally a Winchester on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/78191396
๐Master List of Fan Fiction: https://www.tumblr.com/iamgwinchester/812636749500137472/master-list
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Rating: 18+, Mature
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Tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Esteem Issues, Season/Series 08, Trials, Canon Divergence, Blood Magic, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n
A/N: This is a 53-chapter fic filled with slow burn, smut, angst, and plenty of plot twists.
. . . you seem pretty sad for a girl so in loveโs camera roll . . . ft. sam winchester
Hunting for monsters in a museum
Going to a psychic for your birthday to try and get some answers, acting like itโs a joke the whole time and then itโs actually realโฆ
Sam is just so cute when heโs all pouty and tired from hunting
Going back home and looking through your childhood jewelry box one last time.
You always find love in the strangest places.
Morning rides in the impala usually calls for bad coffee, loud rock music, and a gorgeous sunrise.
Halloween! Maybe itโs a little too on the nose for you, but Sam thought you looked cute anyway!
Little ootd while youโre reading with Sam in the library, going over some lore with a coffee, softly chatting whenever youโve found something interestingโฆ does this sound like a date to anyone else?
Back home with Bobby and the boys, drinking some beer & watching old cartoons with Samโs head in your lap and deans loud laughs echoing.
Sammy taking pictures of youโre while youโre on Bobbyโs porch, youโre playing guitar, everything feels normal for onceโฆ
As a writer on here I forget that I actually donโt have to write every idea I think of. I literally forget that I can send a request to other writers
