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Grand Masterlist

Sam:

Series:

Good Girl

Running From The Devil (Part One)

Drabbles:

Is There Somewhere

Summertime Sadness

Raise a Little Hell

Never The Same

Heaven Knows

Fireworks

Done Fighting

We Were Here

Dean:

Drabbles:

Wake Me Up

That Was New

Clubbing

No Me Without You

Just Tonight

Little Lion Man

My Hero

Ruin You

One Shots:

Change My Life

Series:

Here I Go Again (Chapter One)

Here I Go Again (Chapter Two)

Here I Go Again (Chapter Three)

Summer Love

Dangerous

Rough Around The Edges (Part One)

Hate You More

Claire:

Drabbles:

Trouble

Jack:

Drabbles:

Once Again

Heartbeat

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What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

A/N: Hiiiii. It’s been a long time y’all. Anyway so this is gonna be a series. Not sure how long yet, ig I’ll see if y’all like it lol. Also, inspired by the AMAZING @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Ya. That’s all.

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

The first day of school has always been a nerve wracking ordeal. Particularly because you always started in the middle of the semester. This time, October 14th was the day, and West Valley Boarding School was the place. You step in front of your bedroom mirror, checking your outfit one last time: a pair of black leggings paired with dirty white converse high tops, and a black long sleeve with skeletons dancing on it. A perfect spooky season fit, you thought. Grabbing your backpack, you went downstairs. Your parents were already at work, so you made a cup of coffee before jumping in your car and heading to school.

The drive was quick and before you know it you were in the front office. A fifty something year old lady with badly dyed hair and glasses on the tip of her nose was showing you the school map, your schedule, and your room.

“Now we have a school tour guide to show you the ropes for the first two class hours, so you’ll be skipping your first two classes.” She yammered on and you wondered what preppy cheerleader had volunteered.

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Dean, she’s right here.” She motioned to you and you turned towards the voice. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, before you recognized that you were indeed correct. His dark blue lettermen jacket fit him perfectly, and you could see baseball patches adorning the sleeves.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

I wasn’t sure what to say. This girl was really cute. Like next level cute. I thought I was adorable, but her reaction seemed to say otherwise. Oh well, maybe winning her with my charms will work. I look behind me and see her trailing a few steps behind, looking at the school in all its rich person glory. I slow down, and fall into pace with her. She looks up at me, and I smile.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“True.” So she’s been to one before. Okay. We walk into a large room with leather furniture, flatscreens, a pool table, and three vending machines. I close the doors behind us. It’s completely empty.

“Here we are: Junior commons. We’ll stay here for about an hour to discuss a few things, then move onto the tour.” She nods, and I realize I haven’t been formally introduced to her yet. We head over to the leather couches and I stop her.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

Gahhhh. I can’t focus. Why? Why is he affecting me like this? No jock had ever made me feel this... weird. I try not to stare at his biceps, or the way his black shirt hugs his body perfectly. No. No, no, no. You learned your lesson last year. Remember that.

“Okay so let’s start with rules. You’ve got your basic school rules like no littering, pay attention, respect the teachers, don’t break dress code, etc. But, then we’ve got our unique rules. Since we are a boarding school, these are more strict. We’ve got an 11pm curfew on school nights, and a 2am curfew on weekends. They do random room checks every week, as well as random car searches every month. We have our safety drills once a month which are pretty standard. Since we’re juniors, we are allowed to have the opposite gender in our rooms, but everyone has to be back by curfew. Underclassmen don’t get that privlage,” he winks at me, “ so I suggest you exercise it as much as possible. Any questions so far?” His tongue shoots out to wet his lips, and I’m momentarily lost for words. At least until I come to my senses.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“First hour is Medical Science 1, second hour is AP criminology, third hour is AP psychology, Fourth hour is CP Trig and Calc, fifth hour is lunch, sixth hour is AP Lang and comp, seventh hour is AP forensics, and eighth hour is off. Seems pretty good at least.” I say. I look up and his eyebrows are buried in his hairline.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

We make our way throught the rather massive school, Dean stopping every minute or so to explain something new to me. The information is excessive, and the fact that I’m getting distracted by his jawline or his eyes or the way his muscles are highlighted through his t shirt, is absolutely no help at all. We finally got to my room, and he opened the door.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“I’ll see ya around, y/n.” He walks off just as the bell rings. Students pour out of the classrooms and into the halls. I walk into my class and tell my teacher I’m the new student. He points we toward a desk next to a red headed girl. Setting my stuff down, I slide into my seat and stick an AirPod in, ready to pretend I don’t exist. But there’s a snag in my plan. The red haired girl taps on my shoulder, startling me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“New York? Wow! That’s crazy. Why’d you move?” God what was this, a criminal investigation? A voice in the back of my head told me she was probably just being friendly, but I knew that wasn’t true.

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

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Snow Day

Dean x reader

One shot

POV: reader

Warnings: fluff, language

A/N: Inspired by the songs “Knee Socks” by the Arctic Monkeys, and “Heaven in Hiding” by Halsey.

Dean Winchester is quite possibly the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Sometimes, when he’s frustrated, concentrating, or just bored, his tongue does this thing across his lip that just makes you want to drop your pants right there. I’d never had the opportunity, or the privilege, until today.

It was below 15 degrees outside and the snow was coming down like there was no tomorrow. Sam was in Colorado helping a friend out with a hunt, and Dean and I were trapped in the bunker together. By the time I woke up, the ground was covered in about two feet of snow. I showered, brushed my hair and teeth, and got dressed. Since it was gonna be a day spent inside I put on: a dark red camisole, a giant black cardigan, black yoga pants, and knee socks that go over my leggings. My stomach grumbled, signaling that it was time to make my way to the kitchen. As I walked down through the bunker, the smell of french toast and bacon hit me. I walked faster, praying that Dean was making breakfast for both of us. I turned the corner and slid into the kitchen. Dean was a sight to see. His blue jeans were hanging loosely on his hips, and he was wearing a light flannel. Unbuttoned. With nothing underneath. The question I was going to ask got stuck in my throat as he turned around.  “Hey Y/N. Want some breakfast?” He said, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. I held back the groan that was pushing against my lips and nodded. Best not to risk talking. I sit down at the table as he puts a big plate of food in front of me. I keep my eyes on my food as I eat, trying my best to keep it together. I finally realize I have to break the deafening silence, and I try to piece together a sentence.

“So. Uh. What, what do you wanna do today?” I stutter put, my eyes still on my food.

“I don’t know. I was thinking a movie marathon.” He says between bites. I nod.

“Okay.” I realize I’ve finished, so I stand up to put my plate in the dishwasher. I turn around and run into Deans bare chest. Shit.

“Whoa there.” He says with a chuckle. We both step left then right, trying to get around each other. Finally he grabs my waist and picks me up, spinning so I’m on the opposite side.

“Sorry.” I mutter, before walking away quickly to my room. I can hear him laughing and I resist the urge to smile. Instead of going to my room, I make my way to the living room, figuring that a movie is a good idea. I put on Tangled, a guilty pleasure of mine. Snacks. I need snacks. I pause the movie as the intro plays, and go back to the kitchen. Deans cleaning up, dancing around to some music that’s playing on the kitchen speaker. My heart clenches a bit, and I imagine what would it be like if I was dating him. Maybe in a different life, I think to myself before brushing past him to get to the pantry. I grab a bag of popcorn, some peanut butter m&ms, a water, and a hot coco with marshmallows. As the hot coco heats up, my hips sway to the music. I don’t realize it’s happening until I hear a small groan from behind me. I turn around and see Dean staring at me.

“What?” I ask, my heart pounding as he takes a couple steps towards me. He blinks, licking his lips as he stops right in front of me.

“Sometimes, I wonder if you do this just to torture me.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Do what?” The words slip off my tongue so quietly, in surprised he can hear me.

“Dance, dress the way you do, smell the way you do.” My heart is pounding, and I have to remind myself to breath as he leans in and kisses my forehead. Then my cheek, then my other cheek, before his lips finally land on mine. The only thing I could think was, best snow day ever.

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Taboo Chapter 1

Royal!Dean x reader, John, Claire, 

***NO DANNEEL HATE***

Warnings: Sickness, angst, language, 

POV: Switches throughout

A/N: Hi! This is a new series I’ve been thinking about writing forever, and I finally decided to! The tag list is open, as well as character inserts:

That means that if you want to request another OC of your own to be in  the story, shoot me an ask. All I need is who the character is, their name, and their part in another characters life or the overall story. 

I’m not sure how long the series will be, so let me know if you have an idea here.

Dean:

Say goodbye. That’s what they told me to do. Say goodbye to my father, and hello to responsibility. So that’s exactly what I did. After the night nurse left to get more water, I went in to say goodbye. Seeing him, on the bed, weak and powerless, it killed me. When he saw me, he beckoned me to the side of his bed. 

“Son, come here. Quickly, before Ana gets back. We need to talk.” His words barley came out in a whisper, and I sat on the side of his bed. 

“What’s going on father?” I was nervous, mostly because I could never guess what would come out of his mouth. 

“When you were about five, there was a threat of war.”

“I remember learning about it. Didn’t it come from the Northern kingdom?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, the only way we could come to an agreement, was to join our families. At least, plan to join them.” Dread crept up and clawed at my throat.

“Father what are you talking about?” He sighed.

“I mean, you and King Atlas’ daughter are betrothed. Your wedding will take place after you ascend to the throne as King.” I say nothing, shock taking over my body, “Say something, Dean. Please.” Words. String together words.

“I-uh, I’m not sure what to say. Uh, which daughter?” 

“His firstborn, Danneel.” His eyes search my face, probably looking for a reaction besides shock.

“Okay. I will contact her father and inform him of the current situation.” This time he was shocked.

“Alright. And Dean, I know they told you to say goodbye to me, but don’t you dare. I’m going to make it to see your wedding. I promise.” I nod, giving a small smile before leaving. I pass Ana on the way out, and stop her. 

“Tell me, is my father going to make it much longer?” I whisper. She sighs, and I can see the sympathy written on her face.

“He may not make it through the night, but nothing is certain. The new medicine the doctor has him on is making us optimistic, but I’d prepare yourself for the worst.” I nod, and continue making my way to my office. I guess it’s time to grow up.

Reader:

Say goodbye. That’s what the royal family told us. Say goodbye to King John, and hello to King Dean. My family wasn’t invited to the coronation, I know that much. We weren’t exactly high in the social hierarchy. But, my best friend Claire is, in fact her family is very close with the royals. So at least I know that even without the invite, I’ll still be there. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Prince Dean. He may be four years older and, oh ya know, a royal. But nonetheless. I’m one of those dumb little followers I’ve always despised so much. Guess that means I’m out of my rebellious phase.

It’s been about a week since I’ve seen Claire. Her family has been with the royal family, making sure everyone’s okay and everything’s in order. Since her mom, Jody, leads the royal guard, she basically grew up with Dean and Sam. I’ve never met them, though she always teased me about my crush: calling me Princess Y/N Winchester and having us dress up in her ballgowns. It was ridiculous. But today she was coming to visit, and my responsibility was to clean the house.

About an hour later, a mess of blonde hair and leather came rushing at me through the front door. I laughed, catching her as both of us fall on the couch.

“Y/N!!! I’ve missed you so much!” She exclaims, and I laugh. I guess her ‘too cool for school’ attitude has been momentarily replaced.

“I’ve missed you too Claire. But it’s only been a week.”

“I know I know. But it felt like a lifetime. I have so much to tell you!” I smile and laugh as she pulls away from me, her face suddenly serious.

“Go ahead hun. What’s the news?”

“Dean is apparently betrothed to the bitch of the North.”

“Noooo. Princess Danneel? How? Why? When?” My heart sunk. We all hate her, mostly because anything that she does causes her to be worshiped. Everyone thinks shes some angel, but Claire and I know the truth. 

“It was a truce for when their kingdom threatened ours with war. The wedding is set two days after the coronation.”

“Oh”

“Look on the bright side, you’ll finally be able to meet Dean.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do you really think I would take anyone to the coronation besides you?” I laugh as she starts bouncing up and down.

“Sounds like a plan missy.” I do my best to smile and act like nothings wrong, after all, what would be? I’ve never met him, yet somehow I have a crush. I guess there’s nothing wrong with moving on. I know that this kid Anthony neighborhood likes me, maybe I’ll finally go out with him. He’s cute, and way too sweet for his own good. But I could use something real.

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Taboo Chapter 1

Royal!Dean x reader, John, Claire, 

***NO DANNEEL HATE***

Warnings: Sickness, angst, language, 

POV: Switches throughout

A/N: Hi! This is a new series I’ve been thinking about writing forever, and I finally decided to! The tag list is open, as well as character inserts:

That means that if you want to request another OC of your own to be in  the story, shoot me an ask. All I need is who the character is, their name, and their part in another characters life or the overall story. 

I’m not sure how long the series will be, so let me know if you have an idea here.

Dean:

Say goodbye. That’s what they told me to do. Say goodbye to my father, and hello to responsibility. So that’s exactly what I did. After the night nurse left to get more water, I went in to say goodbye. Seeing him, on the bed, weak and powerless, it killed me. When he saw me, he beckoned me to the side of his bed. 

“Son, come here. Quickly, before Ana gets back. We need to talk.” His words barley came out in a whisper, and I sat on the side of his bed. 

“What’s going on father?” I was nervous, mostly because I could never guess what would come out of his mouth. 

“When you were about five, there was a threat of war.”

“I remember learning about it. Didn’t it come from the Northern kingdom?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, the only way we could come to an agreement, was to join our families. At least, plan to join them.” Dread crept up and clawed at my throat.

“Father what are you talking about?” He sighed.

“I mean, you and King Atlas’ daughter are betrothed. Your wedding will take place after you ascend to the throne as King.” I say nothing, shock taking over my body, “Say something, Dean. Please.” Words. String together words.

“I-uh, I’m not sure what to say. Uh, which daughter?” 

“His firstborn, Danneel.” His eyes search my face, probably looking for a reaction besides shock.

“Okay. I will contact her father and inform him of the current situation.” This time he was shocked.

“Alright. And Dean, I know they told you to say goodbye to me, but don’t you dare. I’m going to make it to see your wedding. I promise.” I nod, giving a small smile before leaving. I pass Ana on the way out, and stop her. 

“Tell me, is my father going to make it much longer?” I whisper. She sighs, and I can see the sympathy written on her face.

“He may not make it through the night, but nothing is certain. The new medicine the doctor has him on is making us optimistic, but I’d prepare yourself for the worst.” I nod, and continue making my way to my office. I guess it’s time to grow up.

Reader:

Say goodbye. That’s what the royal family told us. Say goodbye to King John, and hello to King Dean. My family wasn’t invited to the coronation, I know that much. We weren’t exactly high in the social hierarchy. But, my best friend Claire is, in fact her family is very close with the royals. So at least I know that even without the invite, I’ll still be there. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Prince Dean. He may be four years older and, oh ya know, a royal. But nonetheless. I’m one of those dumb little followers I’ve always despised so much. Guess that means I’m out of my rebellious phase.

It’s been about a week since I’ve seen Claire. Her family has been with the royal family, making sure everyone’s okay and everything’s in order. Since her mom, Jody, leads the royal guard, she basically grew up with Dean and Sam. I’ve never met them, though she always teased me about my crush: calling me Princess Y/N Winchester and having us dress up in her ballgowns. It was ridiculous. But today she was coming to visit, and my responsibility was to clean the house.

About an hour later, a mess of blonde hair and leather came rushing at me through the front door. I laughed, catching her as both of us fall on the couch.

“Y/N!!! I’ve missed you so much!” She exclaims, and I laugh. I guess her ‘too cool for school’ attitude has been momentarily replaced.

“I’ve missed you too Claire. But it’s only been a week.”

“I know I know. But it felt like a lifetime. I have so much to tell you!” I smile and laugh as she pulls away from me, her face suddenly serious.

“Go ahead hun. What’s the news?”

“Dean is apparently betrothed to the bitch of the North.”

“Noooo. Princess Danneel? How? Why? When?” My heart sunk. We all hate her, mostly because anything that she does causes her to be worshiped. Everyone thinks shes some angel, but Claire and I know the truth. 

“It was a truce for when their kingdom threatened ours with war. The wedding is set two days after the coronation.”

“Oh”

“Look on the bright side, you’ll finally be able to meet Dean.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do you really think I would take anyone to the coronation besides you?” I laugh as she starts bouncing up and down.

“Sounds like a plan missy.” I do my best to smile and act like nothings wrong, after all, what would be? I’ve never met him, yet somehow I have a crush. I guess there’s nothing wrong with moving on. I know that this kid Anthony neighborhood likes me, maybe I’ll finally go out with him. He’s cute, and way too sweet for his own good. But I could use something real.

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Grand Masterlist

Sam:

Series:

Good Girl

Running From The Devil (Part One)

Drabbles:

Is There Somewhere

Summertime Sadness

Raise a Little Hell

Never The Same

Heaven Knows

Fireworks

Done Fighting

We Were Here

Dean:

Drabbles:

Wake Me Up

That Was New

Clubbing

No Me Without You

Just Tonight

Little Lion Man

My Hero

Ruin You

One Shots:

Change My Life

Series:

Here I Go Again (Chapter One)

Here I Go Again (Chapter Two)

Here I Go Again (Chapter Three)

Summer Love

Dangerous

Rough Around The Edges (Part One)

Hate You More

Claire:

Drabbles:

Trouble

Jack:

Drabbles:

Once Again

Heartbeat

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Summer Love Masterlist

Summer Love (Chapter One)

Summer Love (Chapter Two)

Summer Love (Chapter Three)

Summer Love (Chapter Four)

Summer Love (Chapter Five)

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Taboo

Hi!! This is a new series I’m working on.

The tag list is open! I’ll release the first chapter by Sunday!

King Winchester is on his deathbed, and it’s time for his firstborn son to marry his betrothed, Dani. But another girl, Y/N, catches his eye. Will you manage to break through the social and political barriers in order to be with each other? Or will other forces forbid it?

Royal!Dean x reader, Dani, Sam

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We were here

Drabble

Sam x reader

Warnings: language, fluff,

Inspired by: We Were Here by Lights

I dance around, the cool air sobering me up as I look at the stars.

“Wow.” I whisper. I hear the roof door clang open, and I whip around to see who joined me. Sams tall figure made its way towards me, a smile on his face.

“Hey, watcha up to?” He asks, chuckling when I laugh.

“Lookinnn at the starssss,” I slur, stumbling into him. He wraps his arms around me, steadying me in the best way he can.

“Mind if I join you?” He murmurs. I nod, and back away, throwing my arms out and dancing again. He grabs my wrist, pulling me against him as we start to slow dance. 

“Hey Sammy?” I ask.

“Yeah?”

“How are people gonna know we were here? I don’t wanna be forgotten.” The sad thought hits me in the gut, and my formerly happy mood falls for reasons I can’t logically explain. 

“I have an idea.” He backs up and pulls a pocket knife out of his jeans, gently guiding me to the bricks that stop you from jumping. He kneels down, pulling me with him, and starts to carve his initials into one of the bricks. He does the same with mine, before dusting them off and admiring his handiwork. 

“There.” I say, a smile on my face.

“Yep. We were here.” This time when he turns to smile at me, I lean in and kiss him. 

“What was that for?” He asks when we pull apart.

“I just got tired of waiting for you to do it.”

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We were here

Drabble

Sam x reader

Warnings: language, fluff,

Inspired by: We Were Here by Lights

I dance around, the cool air sobering me up as I look at the stars.

“Wow.” I whisper. I hear the roof door clang open, and I whip around to see who joined me. Sams tall figure made its way towards me, a smile on his face.

“Hey, watcha up to?” He asks, chuckling when I laugh.

“Lookinnn at the starssss,” I slur, stumbling into him. He wraps his arms around me, steadying me in the best way he can.

“Mind if I join you?” He murmurs. I nod, and back away, throwing my arms out and dancing again. He grabs my wrist, pulling me against him as we start to slow dance. 

“Hey Sammy?” I ask.

“Yeah?”

“How are people gonna know we were here? I don’t wanna be forgotten.” The sad thought hits me in the gut, and my formerly happy mood falls for reasons I can’t logically explain. 

“I have an idea.” He backs up and pulls a pocket knife out of his jeans, gently guiding me to the bricks that stop you from jumping. He kneels down, pulling me with him, and starts to carve his initials into one of the bricks. He does the same with mine, before dusting them off and admiring his handiwork. 

“There.” I say, a smile on my face.

“Yep. We were here.” This time when he turns to smile at me, I lean in and kiss him. 

“What was that for?” He asks when we pull apart.

“I just got tired of waiting for you to do it.”

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Dangerous Masterlist

Dean x reader

The reader has a superpower of sorts: she can see how dangerous a person by looking at a number above their head. When she goes on a blind date with Dean, she gets quite a scare.

Dangerous (Part One)

Dangerous (Part Two)

Dangerous (Part Three)

Dangerous (Part Four)

Dangerous (Part Five)

[samwinchesterfanfic]

Dangerous Part Five

Dean x reader

Warnings: fluff, bit of angst, small language

A/N: This is the last chapter so I hope you liked it. So sorry it took a while to get out!

“Take care.” Those where the last words he said to be before he got in his car and drove away. I knew he was here temporarily, but I let myself get attached. I’ll be honest, the sex was great, so was the conversation and the chemistry. It was rare what we had. But he was dangerous. And that’s the end of it. I’m a 5, he’s a 10. It wasn’t gonna work because I would probably always be living in fear of what could happen. He gave me his number, saying if I ever needed him to call. I told him to look me up if he was ever in town again, and that was it.

2 years later

I woke up to freezing cold air. I saw my windows seemed to have frost covering them, on the inside. What the hell? The light on my bedside table flickered, and I could’ve sworn I heard someone talking. I grabbed the gun I kept in my nightstand, loading the mag with a couple bullets. I flicked on the safety so I wouldn’t shoot myself, and waited. That’s when I saw her. A ghost. At least I think it was a ghost. She looked real, and her knocking me across the room also felt very real. I touched my forehead and saw dark red blood on my fingers. I aimed, turned off the saftey, and shot, but it went right through. A small voice in the back of my head laughed at me for thinking I could shoot a ghost. That’s when I heard a knocking at my front door.

“Help!” I scream, praying that they could hear me. A loud banging sound comes from my front room, and seconds later a familiar face runs into my room holding a shotgun. They shot at the ghost and she disappeared with a wail.

“Let’s go.” Said the gruff voice I nod and he motions to his tall friend, handing him his shotgun before picking me up. We run out of the house as the tall one shoots the shotgun two more times, before joining us in his car and speeding away.

“Wha... what just happened?” I ask, looking wildly between the two faces.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Says the gruff voice. My breath catches in my throat.

“Dean?”

“Yeah. It’s me sweetheart.” I can’t believe this. He’s back? After two years? Part of me wished it wasn’t true. If it wasn’t him, then all I had to worry about was almost getting killed, then getting kidnapped. 

“Okayyyy. Why are you here?” 

“Work.” 

“What you just did, is that your work?” I ask, part of me praying he’d say no. 

“Yeah it is.”

“Oh.” That’s all I said before everything went dark.

I woke up a while later in a weirdly comfortable bed. One glance at my surroundings tell me I have no clue where I am. The door opens softly, and I see Dean sneaking in, carrying a glass of water and some food. He turns around and jumps.

“Oh, jesus Y/N you scared me. I thought you were asleep still.”

“What happened?” I murmur as he makes his way to the foot of the bed. 

“You passed out. Our guess is you  lost too much blood, but we got you patched up so you’re good as new. Just, be careful of the stitches.” He gingerly runs his hand over my forehead. I wince slightly, but smile nonetheless. God I’ve missed this.

“I miss you Dean.” 

“I’m right here sweetheart, what’s there to miss?” He says with a smile.

“I just meant- well I guess I meant that I was in love with you. You left though and I now understand why you had to, but I missed you. I haven’t gotten over you as much as I’d like to pretend I have. In fact I’m sure the fact that I have a boyfriend makes it seem like I have. But I haven’t. I miss you. I miss us. I miss the late night movie marathons, and the sex, and the smiles, and soft kisses. And yes the 10 over your head scares the shit out of me, but maybe I can make it work now that I know why it’s so high.” He looks confused.

“10? What do you mean?”

“It’s not important. I just want us to stay an us. Ya know?” His eyes are sad as he nods.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” He leans in, the food and water forgotten as our lips meet, the feeling as familiar as my childhood home.

 I have no idea how long it’ll last. I have no idea if it’ll work. None. All I know is how happy I was when I looked in the mirror, and saw a bright shiny 8 hanging over my head.