Summary: You’ve known them for years… You could always run to the Winchester boys for an escape of daily life. With their dumb fairytales of hunting the Supernatural, to their idiotic stories of breaking into the public pool – and getting arrested.
You knew them, or at least… You thought you did. What happens when rumors begin to leak through small-town Lawrence, Kansas about your best friends and their family? How will you and the boys handle new threats? More importantly, will you survive The Beast of Kansas…?
Warnings: Mentions of death, smut warning, cursing, blood/gory battles, death threats, kidnapping/ almost rape, slight mention of drug use, alcohol consumption, rival packs, angst
Chapter Warning: I mean... Heavy making out? Slightly implied smut undertones? There’s mention of being slapped, but that’s as far as it goes.
“Dammit, Sam! It’s 4 o’clock in the morning!” I hissed, climbing out of the passenger seat of Baby as Sam grinned, watching as I quickly shut the door before rounding the Impala. “But… Thank you for tonight, Loverboy.” I grinned, leaning against the door before turning my head and pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of his lips. “Don’t wreck, I want to see you later.” I winked before quickly jogging up towards my house; half-praying, half-hoping my father was passed out for the night.
The purr of Baby slowly taking off gave me a wave of relief as I quietly opened the front door, grimacing as I noticed the kitchen light illuminating the living room. Toeing off my work boots, I moved through the house silently before leaning against the kitchen archway, frowning at the sight before me. My father laid up on the kitchen table with a bottle of his oldest whiskey in hand, a little less than half the bottle drank.
“Oh, Daddy… What am I going to do with you?” I sighed, rubbing at my temple before carefully moving towards him. Gently grabbing the bottle from his clenched hand as I rubbed my short nails down his neck, causing him to stir.
“What’s -- What time is it?” He groaned, rubbing the heel of his palm into his forehead as I frowned, clearing my throat as I went to lift him from his seat when he suddenly went deadweight.
“Daddy, it’s 4 in the morning, you need to get to bed,” I whispered, hoping to keep my voice down and low enough to where it didn’t trigger any anger inside of him. Before I could try to lift him again, he suddenly jumped up from the seat, knocking me backward into the cabinets with a grunt.
“Dad quit it!” I growled lowly, sitting against the cabinet with a wince. I watched as he stumbled around the kitchen, grumbling to himself before his eyes finally settled on me. “Ba... Baby girl? What’re you doing out of beeed?” His voice trailed while his words rolled together. I clenched my teeth and stood, quickly moving towards him with a frown as I wrapped my arm around his, he was quick to shove me away.
“Would you stop it!? I’m trying to help you!” I huffed before going to move towards him again when my face was suddenly thrown to the right, a burning and stinging sensation working its way up through my cheek to my temple. The room seemed to grow quiet, the only sounds being my father’s heavy and drunk panting while my short breaths followed.
“Baby… Baby girl, I didn’t -- I didn’t mean-”
“Piss off.” I hissed, quickly moving around him and marching upstairs to my bedroom, trying to keep the tears at bay as I blocked out the sounds of my drunk father stumbling through our kitchen and dining room to follow after me.
Reaching my bedroom, I slammed and locked my door before quickly moving towards my bed, collapsing onto the soft mattress with a huff. My tears gently cascaded down my stinging cheek, the burn seemed trapped beneath the skin and into my jaw as I rolled my lips together. Sitting up slowly, I glanced towards my mirror and gasped -- his wedding ring caught me, causing a large gash to rip into my soft cheek.
“Dammit,” I grumbled before moving towards the mirror, my darkened room not assisting in showing just how bad the damage was. Shifting my weight, I quickly began to undress and tug on shorts and a loose tanktop before moving towards my window, only to pause as the loud banging started on my bedroom door. Sitting against my window seal, I peered back at my bedroom door with fiery hate -- I’ve always hated this part of the night. Always hated the stench of liquor and vomit that sunk down into the carpet. Always hated the thoughts that would run through my mind as I sat in my room listening to my father wail and growl to himself. Always hated the moments where I would stand there, ready for the day, only to pause the happiness upon seeing him passed out in the hallway.
Swallowing thickly, I threw my legs over the ledge, hooking them into the broken panels and with a huff pushed off the side. Landing on my side, I groaned before stumbling up, stealing a glance towards my bedroom window before rushing down the sidewalk with my cheeks still wet, my skin still burning, and my heart still in shatters.
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Heavily panting, I thrust my left fists into the bag, then my right -- left, right, left, right. The pattern never faltering as heavy grunts passed my pinched lips. After I had dropped Y/N off, I decided to take towards the gym, not wanting to head home and wake the house with any… ‘Fits’.
My anger focusing on one man in particular… Snarling, I allowed an audible growl to pass from my throat as I paused the hits, latching onto the bag with thick nails before slowly dragging them down, leaving trails behind as sand slowly leaked. Huffing, I yanked my hands back before jumping up, round-house kicking the bag towards the front.
A sudden yelp catching my attention as I rushed forward, growing wide-eyed at the sight of Y/N slowly rising from the floor. “Oh, no..” I hastily whispered before jumping from the ring, quickly moving towards her as she huffed, glancing behind her at the wrecked bag.
“Y/N, oh God, I’m so sorry! I -- I didn’t see you in time, and by the time the bag was in the air-”
“Sam… Did you - Did you KICK that off its chain?” She gasped as I arched a brow, glancing over my shoulder at the slowly swinging thick link chain. Turning back towards her, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the impressed, err astonished look on her face.
“Heh… Would you believe me if I said dad has been training me?” I winced as she scoffed, throwing a hard punch into my bicep. “Oh, shut up, there’s no way you’re dad… Taught you on how to decapitate someone in one frail kick!” The teasing in her voice wavered as I smirked, only to quickly frown. Taking a step closer, I reached out and gripped underneath her chin, snarling at the bright, meaty pink mark, along with a thin gash had made it’s home on her skin.
“Who did that..?” I tensed as she dropped her chin away, frowning as I clenched my jaw, taking a step closer whilst grabbing her hands in mine. “Y/N, sweetpea, hey… You can talk to me,” I whispered as she quickly shook her head, sighing before turning her attention towards my hands; tugging at my fingers or just twiddling with them.
“I’m… It’s fine, Sam, okay? Nothing bad has happened-”
“He hit you, Y/N! HIT. YOU.” I lightly hissed, going to pull away, yet her grip grew tighter.
“Yeah, I kind of realize that, Samuel, but… But it hasn’t gotten any worse!” She shrugged, slowly loosening her grip as I stood there, staring at her with wild and wide eyes.
“You’ve… Y/N, you’ve got to be kidding me-”
“Sam, what did I ask you!? Stop worrying about me - besides that’s my home and my father! I’m not… I’m not going to just abandon it and him,” she growled, suddenly turning her attention to the polished wood floor as I tilted my head, furrowing my brows as I watched a few tears slip down her cheeks. “I’m not my mother.”
Any trace of anger dissipated as I frowned, wiggling one of my hands out of hers and swiping my thumb down her soft skin, lightly grinning as she leaned into my touch. She accepted it…. Even after what her father did.. I grinned down at her before slowly trailing my hand up her throat, my short nails gently scratching her warm skin as she sighed as my thumb caught her chin, tilting it up.
“No. You’re not. And I know you’re not, sweetpea… You’re strong,” I paused, dragging my thumb up from her chin, catching her bottom lip. “Beautiful.” Trailing up, I caught the edge of her lips as she pressed them up, gently kissing the pad of my thumb causing a rumble to course through my chest. “Brilliant.” Taking my other hand, I reached up and brushed a loose piece of hair behind her warm ear. “Stubborn,”
“Hey, you’re supposed to name GOOD things about me, Winchester.” She gently growled as I chuckled, nodding before bending down slowly as she glanced up, her e/c glittering under the amber lights.
“Sometimes stubbornness can be a good trait, Turner.” I grinned as she scoffed, going to turn away before I caught her chin again, leaning down until our noses barely brushed together. Our hot breaths fanning over each other’s lips. Swallowing thickly, my Adam's apple bobbing as I glanced down into her eyes.
“Y/N… You have to tell me if you want this,”
“Why?”
“Because,” I whispered while leaning forward, dragging my feet as she walked backward before her back planted itself against the wall. “The moment I start kissing you, I won’t be able to stop.” I lightly growled, moving my face from her lips to the side of her neck with a throaty growl. Gently leaning in, I pressed a chaste kiss to her tensed muscle, only to have her hands suddenly grab my cheeks and chin, dragging my face back up to hers, bringing it closer as she flicked the edge of her tongue out, wetting her lips.
“Then, don’t.”
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Sam’s eyes seemed to flicker with something -- something dangerous yet… Safe. I moved his face closer, our lips brushing against one another as I dragged one of my hands up, entangling it through his hair. One of his hands flew up, catching himself on the wall by my head as I gasped, clenching my jaw as he pressed himself against me before hungrily biting onto my bottom lip, pulling it until I growled. Turning my head, I captured his lips in my own as they moved against each other, neither working together or trying to find a rhythm as I hungrily ate at his lips. I gasped, Sam immediately deepening the kiss, as his free hand reached down, cupping part of my ass, lifting me from the ground as I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist with a gentle whimper.
“Sam.” I breathed as he kissed down my jaw, lightly nipping while moving down my throat, biting and sucking at the flesh as I growled, taking a fist full of his hair and tugging him back from my bruising, hot throat. “Samuel.” I snarled, leaning down and attacking his throat. My teeth grazing across his salty yet heavenly scented skin, my tongue swirling as I groaned before gently sinking in my teeth.
Sam gasped, growling from deep in his belly as he suddenly yanked me off the wall, dragging his free hand up my lower back and up my tank top as I huffed, still working on the bruises that littered his throat. He suddenly stepped into the ring, my back colliding with the hard plastic cover with a grunt. His lips attaching back to my own with an animalistic growl.
“Y/N, God, sweetpea… You,” Sam groaned, moving from my lips to my throat again before taking a deep inhale making me flush red. “You smell so good.” I audible swallowed as he dipped his head down, nuzzling his nose into my throat before gently kitten licking at the bruises that marked my warm flesh.
My lips felt numb -- a good numb. The type of numb some people only dreamed about. My throat held a heavy pulse, the blood rushing everywhere as I sighed through my nose, inhaling Sam’s scent that had basically pressed into my clothes. Reaching up, I drag my nails down Sam’s throat and shoulder, while admiring the masterpieces that littered his neck with shades of purple and red.
“Those colors are definitely your shade, Loverboy Samuel,” I smirked as he scoffed, leaning up, keeping both of his hands at the sides of my head as the gym filled with our pants, along with the scent of sweat and… Lust.
“Oh, no, no, sweetpea… Those are your shades.” Sam bit, leaning down to emphasize as I gasped, feeling his teeth nip into my throat once more.
“Samuel, not that I don’t love being under you all sweaty and everything… But, why’d you come to the gym at-” I paused, turning my head and glaring towards the large digital clock that sat above the door. “5:45 AM?” I smiled gently as he frowned, blinking before leaning forward, taking another inhale from my throat as I sighed, finding the action somehow… Calming.
“Just… Burning through hate, sweetpea.” He shrugged as I frowned, reaching up and caressing his cheek with a sigh. “You and Dean fight again? Or, was it your dad this time?” I murmured, the tension slowly leasing into something even more comfortable as Sam sighed, shaking his head.
“It wasn’t… It wasn’t family hate.”
“Then, what was it..?” I questioned, leaning up some as Sam sat back on his calves before shrugging gently. I frowned, shaking my head as I moved and sat on my knees, grabbing both sides of Sam’s face. “Sam, please, talk to me,” I whispered, rubbing my thumbs down his cheek as he sighed, reaching up and cupping both of my hands in his large ones.
“It was your dad..”
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Summary: You’ve known them for years… You could always run to the Winchester boys for an escape of daily life. With their dumb fairytales of hunting the Supernatural, to their idiotic stories of breaking into the public pool – and getting arrested.
You knew them, or at least… You thought you did. What happens when rumors begin to leak through small-town Lawrence, Kansas about your best friends and their family? How will you and the boys handle new threats? More importantly, will you survive The Beast of Kansas…?
Warnings: Mentions of death, smut warning, cursing, blood/gory battles, death threats, kidnapping/ almost rape, slight mention of drug use, alcohol consumption, rival packs, angst
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The drive to the Winchester’s house was quick, since their home resided just outside of town, closer to the edge of the forest. Coming to a stop, I left the car running before retrieving Dean’s backpack and marching up the stairs, only to halt as I felt eyes following me. Straightening my back, I slowly dropped the backpack to the oakwood stairs and carefully glanced around, only to freeze upon seeing the bright eyes shine from the thicket. Gulping, I slowly turned on my heel and raised my hands as the beast carefully maneuvered itself from the treeline.
“Ah, shit…” I whispered when the beast charged at me. A gasp passed my lips, followed by a yelp as I was sent tumbling down the stairs, only to grunt as the large mutt began to lick my cheek. “Ah! Sadie, hey, no!” I growled, giggling at the overgrown German Sheppard. Sadie sat up, panting as I groaned, wiping at the slobber that she had just doused me in.
“You,” I paused, shifting my index finger towards her as she tilted her head, still panting. “Are disgusting.” I stood, noticing a few scratches here and there, but nothing that would kill me. Sighing, I went to move up the steps when the front door was thrown open, revealing a concerned-looking Samuel.
“Y/N! What’re… Why are you covered in dirt and,” he paused, moving closer before swiping his thumb against my cheek, collecting a line of saliva I had missed. “Why’s your cheek wet?” He reached down, wiping his thumb on his jeans as I chuckled shifting my weight to reveal the large puppy behind me. “Why don’t you ask the little lady here.”
“Sadie,” Sam held a deep voice, as she whimpered, moving more behind me as I turned, squatting down and running my hands through her short-haired coat.
“Awe, don’t be such a dad, Winchester. Sadie’s a sweet baby, aren’t you?” I shifted my weight, grabbing hold of the dog's muzzle and grinning as I placed a chaste kiss on her nose, making her tail thump the ground behind her. “See! She’s just a big teddy bear.” I smirked before standing, stepping beside Sam and retrieving the bag from the steps.
“I also believe this is your brother’s. He left it at work after his little accident,” I breathed out a laugh, as Sam scoffed, reaching out and grabbing it before gently unzipping it while his eyes grew wide before rezipping it.
“Uh, thanks… I don’t think he could part with this.” Sam chuckled, yet it sounded… Forced. Arching a brow, I took a step forward as he moved the bag back down to his side. “What exactly is it?”
“Oh, it’s his, uh..” Sam paused, taking a step back as I pressed forward, testing the waters as I felt Sadie’s wet nose press against my calf. “Come on, Samuel, just tell me!”
“It’s his Busty Asian Beauty magazines!” He suddenly exploded, making me grow wide-eyed before clearing my throat, chuckling and taking a few steps backward. “Right, I… Should’ve guessed. This IS Dean we’re talking about.” Sam’s body untensed, a soft smile appearing on his lips as he chuckled.
“Yeah, we know how Dean gets… Hey, since I know you’re off for the rest of the day,” Sam’s voice trailed as I rolled my lip between my teeth, nodding for him to continue. “Would you want to get lunch with me? Just… Hang out, like old times?” He took a step forward as I grinned, nodding as he mirrored me.
“Awesome, oh, so get this, Dean ended up needing stitches,” Sam added, as I went wide-eyed, nodding as we both began to climb the stairs, Sadie in trot behind us as I scoffed.
“Well, I figured… I don’t even know what happened! I mean, the floor wasn’t wet, there weren’t any tools or buckets in the way… It just doesn’t make sense how he could have just -- trashed the place in a matter of seconds.” I shrugged as Sam frowned, as we filed into their large home, Sadie quickly bounding past us, causing me to stumble and fall into Sam as he smirked, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist.
“That’s probably karma for making fun of Dean, sweetpea.” I couldn’t help but scoff.
“Whatever! It’s probably karma for when we broke those mirrors by accident at that antique shop -- which was yours and Dean’s fault!” I chuckled as he looked down at me, shocked before dropping the backpack, yet the moment it collided with the floor, it sloshed. Furrowing my brows, I went to move away from Sam, only to screech as he hoisted me up from the ground and moved towards the living room.
“Samuel Winchester! Put me down!”
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“Bobby? Bobby, you still here!?” I shouted into the store, not waiting for a reply as I marched into the garage, double-checking that the front shop door was locked before shoving my way through the plastic door.
“Rufus? What’re you doing here, I thought you and Y/N would’ve met at home by now.” Bobby’s voice called from behind some Ford. Moving closer, I glanced down to see the soles of his boots and with a grunt, knocked my foot against his, causing him to slid from beneath the truck.
“I was supposed too, but… I need to ask you something.” I shrugged, as he grunted, pushing up from the creeper and wiping at his oiled hands. “Which is?” He arched a brow as I sighed, shifting my weight so my back rested against the wall, my arms quickly crossing over my chest.
“How do I protect Y/N?” It came out smooth and simple. That’s just how I wanted it to sound, but when Bobby snapped his head towards me with a questioning look -- I knew I had to explain. “How do I protect Y/N from… Wolves?”
“From… Wolves? Rufus, what have you been drinkin’?” Bobby scoffed, standing and moving towards the other side of the garage as I sighed, rubbing my face down with my hand.
“Bobby, I need to protect my baby girl! I couldn’t protect my wife-”
“Rufus, you’re my friend, and I care about you and I sure as hell cares about that little girl of your’s but… She’s an adult now! And your wife didn’t die because you couldn’t protect her, she… She cheated and left you, Rufus. Y/N can hold herself, and besides the boys-”
“Those boys ain’t nothin’ but trouble! They got her arrested when they were younger, they all got drunk and smoked weed together, they even tried to make her show off her body-”
“Rufus! That’s enough, my- John’s boys did not disrespect that girl in any way! Hell, they protected her from the douchebag that tried to make her show herself off -- and so what? We drank, smoked weed, got arrested plenty of times in our younger years! You know we did because you would always proudly tell the stories of how you tried to fight the biggest man in the holding cell!” Bobby spat, anger fuming off of him as I scoffed, reaching up and rubbing the back of my neck.
“I want better for my daughter, Bobby… She’s lived here for all her life, and I want her to get out.”
“Then, let her take her time. But, by you shoving down her throat that she isn’t allowed to see certain people, or do certain things -- that’ll make her leave and never look back.” He frowned, as I huffed, fighting off all the words I want to say. Bobby appeared in front of me, one of his hands landing on my shoulder and giving it a tight squeeze before sending me a frown.
“Don’t dwell on the past because you’ll miss the present, and you’ll fuck up the future.” He patted my shoulder once before marching off into the shop, getting ready to close up as I scoffed, pushing off the wall and stalking back towards my car, only to stop as I spotted a couple walking down the street. His arm around her shoulders while her own wrapped tightly around his waist, keeping each other close. Narrowing my eyes, I quickly walked around my car before scoffing. “Winchester.”
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I couldn’t fight off the laugh as Sam and I continued our walk down the sidewalk, my chuckles echoing as Sam’s throaty chuckles mixed. “So, wait, wait -- your dad caught Dean trying to climb out of his window bareass because he had a girl over?” I all but snorted as I covered my mouth and nose, attempting to keep the noise down as Sam and I came to a stop in front of the cafe.
“Yeah, and what’s even better is our mom ended up catching him by the arm and saw everything.” He shivered as I chuckled again, walking ahead as he opened the door, allowing me to head in first. “So, you want to do dine-in, or just take it back to one of the houses?” I asked, keeping my eyes trained onto the menu until I felt eyes burrowing into the side of my head. “Sam?” I asked quietly as I noticed him staring dead at me, making my cheeks flush before leaning over, nudging him. “Yo, loverboy Samuel, you have to order.” I grinned as he shook his head, turning towards the waiter with a sheepish grin.
“Right, sorry. Can I just get two hamburgers, hold the pickles and tomatoes on one, both with fries and lemon waters?” He shot me a look as I stared up at him, awe laced across my face as he chuckled. “You alright, sweetpea?”
“You… How did you remember that?” I couldn’t fight off my cheek-splitting grin.
“How could I forget? I remember when we’d come here after school and you’d always get the same thing, but somehow they messed it up or were messing with you and you’d complain saying the cook was conspiring against you.” Sam smirked as my mouth fell open. He remembered… How did he remember after all this time?
“Sam, I believe it’s safe to say that you just impressed the absolute hell out of me.” I grinned as he smirked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders while handing over his card when the door swung open, the small bell signaling someone had entered yet I didn’t pay it any mind until I felt someone’s hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging me from Sam’s hold.
“Hey!” Sam growled, his hold following my body as I was crushed into a chest, glancing up through my lashes, I snarled as I saw my father. Tugging my body behind his, he kept a death grip on my wrists as he jutted a finger into Sam’s sternum.
“You! You just can’t be a good little soldier like your brother can you?!” My father spat as I gasped, wrenching my wrist away from him and stumbling back.
“Daddy, stop it!” I growled as Sam stood his ground, glancing back to me as I frowned, feeling tears well up in my eyes. “Stop it, leave Sam alone for one goddamn moment!” I spat, quickly moving between the two, keeping my back to Sam and my arms outstretched. “Go get in the car and go home.”
“I’m not leaving-”
“Like hell, you aren’t! Go to the house, now!” I snarled, keeping my footing strong encase he tried to charge Sam. My father just stared daggers at him before glancing down to me, his eyes softening before he sneered. “We’ll discuss this behavior at home.” I watched as my father quickly left the store, carefully sighing I turned back to Sam, who quickly grabbed my wrist, studying it.
“He grabbed you.” He sneered, his bright eyes growing cloudy. I instantly frowned, relaxing under Sam’s feather-like touch as I shrugged. “It happens,”
“It happens..? Y/N, does he hurt you?”
“What?! Samuel, you can’t just…” I paused, pulling my wrist from his grip, holding it with my free hand with a grunt. “You don’t just ask someone that.”
“I-”
“Uh, excuse me, sir… Your order is ready.” The cashier chimed in as I glanced up, peeking through my vine-like hair, only to notice that some of the cafe's customers eyeing us. I met one man’s eyes, only to lightly gasp as he flashed these bright amber eyes. Blinking, I went to move towards him when Sam suddenly caught my waist, pulling me with him towards the doors. “We can take this back to my house, then I’ll drop you off at your place.”
“Sam, I drove my car-”
“Don’t care. I’ll drop it off in the morning, I don’t want you driving home by yourself, not after today.” He lightly growled as I frowned. I couldn’t fight against him, once Sam Winchester set his mind to something… People be damned to stop him. “Fine, but you better not run before dropping it off -- it’ll smell like sweaty Sam.”
“What? Don’t like the aroma I give off?” He bit, as I scoffed, nudging him gently with a smirk. “Oh, no, I love the scent but not in my car.” I winked as I glanced up, seeing his cheeks had turned a shade of roses. “Awwe, THE Loverboy Samuel is blushing for Lil’ old me!” I grinned as he scoffed, taking his free arm and wrapping it tightly around my shoulders, him attempting to keep me buried in his side.
“Come on, let’s get home so you can eat and hang out before you have to… Head back.” Sam lowered his voice as I looked up at him, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk which caused him to stumble and halt. “Y/N? Come on, the foods going to get cold-”
“I don’t care about the food right now, Sam… I just, don’t worry about me, okay?” I hummed, clearing my voice as Sam’s brows furrowed, making me sigh out a laugh. “Sam, you have to promise me that, alright?” I raised my hand, sticking out my pinky while arching a brow as Sam breathlessly chuckled with a shake of his head.
“I -- Y/N, you know I can’t promise you something like that.”
“Samuel, please. I’ve never asked you to not do something, but just this once, please? My father can be…,” I found myself a lost of words as I sighed, dropping my hand to mess with the hem of my work shirt. “Vicious. That’s the best word I can think of to describe him -- vicious as the Romans.” I whispered as Sam sat the food next to our feet, before taking a step closer, grabbing one of my hands and holding on tightly.
“I honestly don’t give a damn how vicious your father can, or could be. You’re part of my world and I want to keep you in it, along with the worry, the late nights, the drunk nights, the cuddles, everything.” He whispered the last part while his free hand reached up, gently brushing my loose hair behind my heated up ear.
“You’re impossible, Samuel Winchester.” I grinned as he smirked, nodding gently before pulling both of our hands up and hooking our pinkies together.
Summary: You’ve known them for years… You could always run to the Winchester boys for an escape of daily life. With their dumb fairytales of hunting the Supernatural, to their idiotic stories of breaking into the public pool -- and getting arrested.
You knew them, or at least… You thought you did. What happens when rumors begin to leak through small-town Lawrence, Kansas about your best friends and their family? How will you and the boys handle new threats? More importantly, will you survive The Beast of Kansas…?
Warnings: Mentions of death, smut warning, cursing, blood/gory battles, death threats, kidnapping/ almost rape, slight mention of drug use, alcohol consumption, rival packs, angst
Pairing(s): Beast! Sam x Y/N Turner
Notes: The Beast of Kansas is a rewrite of The Roaring Night series I started a little more than a year ago -- maybe even more, but I’ve had the idea stuck in my head forever, so I figured it was time to pay it a visit. {Tags for this series are open/ at the bottom}
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If someone had mentioned to me that even after getting a couple of years of college in, only to end up coming back to the town I hoped to escape… I would’ve probably told you, “you’re right.”
I sighed, scribbling on the large, yellow notepad while barely glancing up at the sound of our little bell. My thoughts seemed… Cloudy this morning, nothing really making sense or information sticking as I tried to send in orders for parts and help make appointments for people who came inside.
“Well, well, well, someone seems out of it this morning,” a poke came from beside me as I turned my head, a sudden grin shooting across my face.
“Dean-y boy!” I jumped towards my best friend, wrapping my arms tightly around his throat as he grinned, hugging my waist tightly before settling my feet back to the tiled flooring. “What’re you doing here? I thought you took the week off for a family thing?” He barely shrugged, stepping past me and clocking in his ticket before settling it back in its pouch, turning back towards me.
“Figured you would get bored by yourself, so, I thought I’d come to amuse you,” Dean smirked as I shook my head, the loose hair from my bun swaying as I followed behind him towards the garage, figuring a quick visit wouldn’t be that bad.
“Bobby! Look what the cat drug in!” I called as Dean opened the plastic door, rolling his eyes as I smirked, listening to some steel tools drop as Bobby appeared from behind an older Mustang.
“Well, I thought I wouldn’t see you for another week,” Bobby grinned as he moved forward, wiping his hands while hugging Dean as I smirked, leaning against the doorway with a sigh. “Where’s your tail at?” Bobby teased, as Dean shook his head, turning towards me and handing me his backpack as I frowned, seeing the slight displeasure in his usually glittering eyes.
“Y’ know how he is… Wants to get out of town and probably never look back.” Dean all but sighed as my frown deepened. That couldn’t be true… Sam had family here -- a legacy, but… I suppose I’m the exact same as him. I shrugged on Dean’s backpack and moved towards the worker’s room, hanging it on its usual hook when the gentle chime came from the front.
“Be with you in a second!”
“Well, I was hoping to say hi before you shunned me,” a gravelly voice called as I stilled. Blinking, I quickly turned and rounded the corner only to slightly gasp, a gentle scoff leaving my lips.
“Sam..?” I couldn’t fight back the smile that fought as his name passed my lips. Practically running towards him, I jumped, locking my arms around his neck and shoulders as both of his arms wrapped around my waist, slightly spinning us as I grinned. “Loverboy Samuel, what’re you doing back? I thought you were gone to the city to take your ACT for that college?” I gapped as my shoes toed the ground, Sam’s hands loosely sitting on my waist as my outstretched arms sat on his shoulders.
“I was, I finished early -- surprisingly.” Sam scoffed, as I frowned, brushing one of my hands against his cheek to make him look at me.
“Hey, it’s not a surprise at all, Sam. I mean, you’re one of the most intelligent people I know.” I grinned as his lips broke into a careful smirk. As I went to add, I heard a crash come from the back room, making me grow wide-eyed before spinning in Sam’s arms and take off running towards the sound.
“Oh, my -- Dean! You could’ve broken something!” I shouted into the room, noticing all of the once organized and clean tools were spilled over the floor and some coated with the grease and grime that covered him. He only groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing the side of his head.
“Yeah, right, more like something could’ve broken ME.” I rolled my eyes before stepping over all of the tools, crouching down next to the older Winchester, glancing over his head as Sam scoffed from behind me.
“Trust me, Dean, you’re thick skull kept you protected.” He teased as Dean let out a throaty growl, making me freeze before clearing my throat and sighing. “Well, there’s some bleeding and swelling, but nothing some gauze and ice can’t take care of.” I stood, grabbing Dean’s arm and hoisting him up, keeping a steady hold on his side.
“Sam, can you go grab Bobby for me, please?” I sat Dean on the workbench, before moving towards the door and flipping the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’.
“Hey, hey, don’t close up shop just because of me,” Dean started as I shook him off, moving towards the cabinet behind my desk, grabbing the medical kit with a frown.
“Dean-o, it’s fine… People can wait, especially if you’re head’s bleeding. It could lead to worse if we don’t take care of it right away.” I murmured, taking a seat next to him and slowly began to press gauze against the wound, making him hiss as I winced. “Sorry.”
“Dean, son, what in the hell did you do?” Bobby called as he and Sam entered from the garage, causing Dean to audible groan while leaning his head back against the glass.
“I… It was an accident, honest, Bobby.”
“Dean, I don’t care about the shop, are you alright?” Bobby moved closer, gently moving Dean’s hand and gauze to get a better look at the cut. “Damn… Lucky for you, you won’t need your head drained or stitched.”
“Yay, lucky me…” Dean hissed, pressing the gauze back to its spot as Bobby gathered him, helping him up and out towards the garage, probably to Bobby’s car to take him home, even with the protest of leaving Baby here.
“So, remind me again why you dropped out of your nursing program?” Sam asked as I cleaned up the leftover items, chuckling as I shrugged.
“I… The world doesn’t need any more nurses, or doctors, at the moment Samuel.” I turned, suddenly stopping as I ran into Sam’s chest, my eyes drifting up as one of his hands moved to my cheek, his rough skin caressing my softer one.
“Anyone would be lucky to have you as their doctor or nurse, sweetpea.” Sam grinned as I huffed, feeling heat rush up my throat and into my cheeks. I went to open my mouth, but before words could even sound, the heavy clanking of the bell chimed from behind Sam, both of us flinching at the force.
“Excuse me, we’re closed-” I started, feeling suddenly irritated as I took a step from behind Sam, only to internally groan at the sight of my bewildered father. “Oh.. Hi, daddy,”
“What in hell are you two doing?” He spat, moving towards us as I sighed, allowing my father to grab and practically drag me away from Sam, who stood there with narrowed eyes.
“Mr. Turner, there’s no need for you to manhandle-”
“Watch your mouth, boy! Run home, and see that you don’t distract my daughter from her work again.” The word held weight as Sam huffed, rolling his jaw as I eyed him, feeling weak with my father presents. Sam shook his head before moving towards the front door, leaving me in the hands’ of my father, only for him to turn back and stare at me.
“I’ll see you later, sweetpea.” And with that, he left.
“I’ll see you soon, loverboy,” I whispered, sighing as I groaned, yanking my forearm from my father’s grip as he turned towards me, a deep frown on his lips.
“What were you doing with that… Wolf?” My father hissed as I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, mirroring him.
“Talking. Daddy, why can’t you just be… Civil to the Winchesters? I mean, what have they done that makes you believe them they’re so bad!” I growled as he ridiculed, shaking his head and turned his head towards the window.
“How am I supposed to act civil to a bunch of… Wolves?!”
“Daddy, they aren’t wolves! You’re getting reality confused with fairytales!” I shouted, sneering at him before shaking my head. Rounding the counter, I went to the workers’ room and grabbed my bag, along with Dean’s backpack.
“I’ll see you back at the house, I need to make a stop.” I spat, moving past my father as he growled, following after me with each step.
“The moment you go to their house, you’ll be stepping inside a wolves den! You’ll be bitten, scratched, marked -- claimed! You’ll be dancing with the wolf - wolves that live among us! I forbid you from ever seeing, or stepping foot on their property again!” My father screeched after me as I stilled, replaying his words in my head. ‘I forbid you.’
“You forbid me..? You FORBID me?!” I yelled, turning on my heel to face him, as his face slightly shifted. “You cannot forbid anything! I’m an adult, now, and you can no longer dictate what I do when I do it, and who I am with! That especially includes the Winchesters!” I shouted before turning on my heel once more and climbing into my car, tossing Dean and I’s bags into the passenger seat without a second thought.
“Y/N! Y/N Turner, get your ass back here!” Dad continued to scream after me as I rolled my eyes, taking off from the parking lot without so much as a second glance behind me. I couldn’t fight back the scoff that worked up my throat; wolves? Wolves?! My father has jumped off into the deep end of insanity… Wolves. I couldn’t help but snort at the thought.
Summary: You’ve known them for years, at least you thought you did. The Winchesters. You’ve been told stories about them your entire life, but you especially loved it when they told you of their own adventures…
So what happens when you hear a rumor that might not be all fairy tale after-all..? How will you and the boys survive the onslaught that is bestowed upon you in this winding storm..?
Pairings: Beast!Sam x reader, or Y/N Turner (Rufus Turner’s daughter), Beast!Dean x platonic!reader
Warnings: Cursing, slight abuse mentioned, next chapter though the real fun begins... hehehe, angst
Notes: Okay, so, all of my other ideas have flopped for new series, BUT, I have this one idea I like and I haven’t ran anything by anyone, sooooo, if it’s not good we’ll see!
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Sam and I had left the shop early – thanks to Bobby – and now, walking down the slightly crowded sidewalk while the usual warm summer air becoming cooler to the breeze as I tightened my grip around my bare arms, praying for some type of warmth. Which I was granted with when a large arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders, squishing me into the side of a large figure as I looked up to see Sam grinning down at me.
“You seemed a little chilly.” He grinned as I rolled my eyes, taking my own arm and wrapping it around his waist as we walked in sync towards the small café. I couldn’t help but to feel the eyes of every other person that we walked by on us – as if they were inspecting something that they were about to buy.
“Ladies, first,” Sam smiled as he moved to open the door, as I glanced around already taking note of all the people watching us – dammit, dad will know in a heartbeat. I sighed as I turned back to Sam, holding a gracious smile as I climbed into the cafe, him following with a hand placed on my lower back as I closed my eyes, just wishing my father wouldn’t be so… Vicious.
“So,” I turned towards Bobby with an arched brow as he cleaned his hands of oil, the black sludge damping the wet rag easily as I pressed my back further against the wall, holding my head high as he moved closer. “How serious would you say Dean takes his job here?”
Bobby paused himself mid-drink, turning towards me as he sat down the glass while arching a brow and folding his arms over his oiled up overalls.
“I mean, he gets here on time.. Stays late shifts when I need him too. I say he does pretty well, why you askin’, Rufus?” Bobby’s voice dropped low as he tilted his head up, giving me a view of his stern face as I waved him off, turning towards his tools to mess with them.
“Just wonderin’.. I mean, Y/N seems pretty damn fond of the younger one,” I sighed as I listened to him shift behind me, before the sound of a stool screeching against the cement caused me to turn back towards him, my brows furrowed.
“Yeah, that she is… Rufus if I know as well as I think I do, you’re trying to find a reason why Y/N can’t be with Sam, aren’t you?” Bobby huffed slightly as I scoffed, turning away from him once again to hide my true feelings.
I should’ve never brought her here… She would’ve been better off away from here – away from those animals.
“Can ya blame me Bobby? That’s my little girl out there dancing with a wolf, that’s about to bite her!” I shouted as my voice echoed off the walls around the shop. Bobby sat there, unmoved, as he shook his head before taking one of his hands as he removed his hat, and smoothed over his hair.
“Rufus.. I get that she’s your little girl, and she always will be, but you gotta let her go and do what she wants,”
“How can I?! It sounds like I’m throwing her to the wolves, and just going to let them go to town on eating away her until she’s nothing but bones!” I growled as I spun on my heel, glaring at Bobby as he frowned. Just as he went to say something the sound of a small bell chimed, causing Bobby to rip away from our conversation.
“We’re done talking about this, Rufus. It’s her life, let her live it.” He spat with a wave of his hand as I rolled my eyes and followed him into the shop, where a young woman stood waiting, papers in hand as she smiled as our appearance.
“Oh, thank God, I thought you guys were closed up.. Say can I get these parts, Bobby?” She grinned happily as he mirrored the same, reaching for the papers as she leaned over the counter handing them off as he nodded, disappearing into the back to find them.
“Rufus,”
“Do I know you..?” I frowned as she sent me a sheepish grin as she shook her head gently.
“Uh, no, not exactly.. I just moved in here like a month ago, but you and the Winchester family are.. Are quite the talk of the town lately.” She giggled nervously as I straightened my back, taking a step closer to the counter as she looked startled.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I.. I just mean people are talking about how you and the Winchesters’ are going to have a run for your money!” She explained quickly as I slammed my fist into the counter, rounding the counter quickly before standing next to the door.
“Why in the hell would we – I have to run for my money?”
“Well seeing as of how close Sam and Y/N have gotten.. People are starting to talk, Turner.” She said calmly as I hissed out more profanities than any other man, woman, or child on this Earth could come up with as I quickly left the shop, slamming the door behind me as I hissed in anger.
Who would’ve thought that a Turner would fall for a Winchester..? A beast.. A no-good, scum of the earth, drool mixed with blood, beast..
“I’ve got to hand it to you, Sam. That had to be the best hamburger I’ve eaten in a long time.” I laughed as he chuckled, shaking his head as we exited the warm and calm café back out into the sad, somewhat freezing reality.
“Well, I’m happy that I was with you to see you eat the best hamburger you’ve had in a long time,” he smirked as I rolled my eyes, shoving him in his chest slightly as he laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we started to stroll back towards the shop.
“You know… If my dad were to see us like this, he would probably kill you.” I whispered with a sigh as Sam nodded, giving me a tight squeeze as I leaned further into him, welcoming his flannel and jackets’ warmth as he leaned down, pressing his lips chastely to my crown.
“You’re right, he would – and he just might.”
Sam and I came to a skidded stop, my father’s voice causing me to swallow my spit and gasp for air as I stumbled back some, Sam grasping tightly onto me as my father moved closer. I felt as if my heart was going to burst out of my chest and I was honestly hoping to just drop dead right here and now.
“Dad?! I.. Listen, this-“ I started as Sam’s grip slowly released my forearm as my father reached forward, grabbing my shoulder and yanking me from him.
“Hey!” Sam tried to grab onto me, but my father already had me pulled behind him while his other out towards Sam.
“Ah, ah, head home, kid. If you don’t want anymore trouble, you’ll be smart and head off.” My father spat as I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but the hold on my wrist only tightened. Sam took a few steps backward, holding his hands up as his eyes drifted towards me.
“And you,” he hissed as he turned towards me, making me swallow thickly as he sneered through clenched teeth.
“You’re in big trouble.” My father pulled me further away from Sam, as I kept turning my head back to my father to watch my footing as he dragged me away, then back towards Sam who seemed to just keep getting further, and further away…
“Do you not understand a warning when someone gives it to you?!” Dad shouted as I tried to hide further into the plush couch; my father growing ballistic as I tried to keep my eyes from his own especially he was pissed.
“Because apparently not! And I sure as hell don’t want you anywhere near them, unless it’s for something professional or platonic – but if I ever, and I mean ever see or hear you talking or flirting with that damned boy again – I’ll have his damn head for it.” He spat as I felt something in me slowly begin to churn, and twist until it became so tightly worked up that… That it snapped.
“You’ve got to be fucking with me-“
“Excuse me? What the hell did you just say to me, young lady?!” My father growled as I pushed up from the couch, stepping around the inn table as I clenched my jaw, baring my teeth as I stepped closer to him.
“You heard me! You can’t continue to dictate my life, dad! I’m not some.. Teenager anymore! I’ve gone off to college, I’m working now, and I’m trying my damnedest to get into a GOOD relationship that won’t leave me battered and broken – but somehow you come along and fuck all that up, just like you did with mom!” I shouted throwing my arms around to signify just how angry I was – hell I was angrier than him.
Suddenly, my head was thrown to the left. My left cheek burning as I brought my hand up to feel the burning, and stinging hot flesh beneath my palm. My father stood there – shock written all over his face as he went to move closer, I stumbled backward as I scrambled away from him, feeling the tears already dripping down my cheeks.
“Y/N! Y/N, baby girl, come back!” Dad tried to scream after me as I ran upstairs, throwing my bedroom door closed as I locked it from inside, sliding down it as I listened to him try to rush upstairs. I felt more hot tears dripping down my cheeks as I licked at my lips, tasting the saltiness from them as I gasped for air.
“Bastard.. That bastard!” I breathed through quivering lips as I rested my head against my door, bringing one of my hands up to rest it against my forehead as I tried to steady myself from hysterically crying. I closed my eyes as I tried to regain any strength as I reopened them, I could still feel the hand on my skin from him…
Clenching my jaw, I huffed out a breath as I stood – wobbling at first – before steadying myself and moving towards my dresser drawers to pull out some shorts and a sports bra, along with a tank top. After changing in somewhat record time, I moved towards my window as I pushed it open and climbed out, already feeling the sweet sensation of the cool air on my skin.
Throwing myself out onto the roof of our first story, I looked back into my room to see that my door was still locked. Grinning to myself, I slowly made my way down the vineyard as I jumped down into the dew covered grass, it blessing my feet as I quickly rushed off towards town once again.
I mean.. I needed to blow off a little steam, right? What better place than to head to the gym?
Summary: You’ve known them for years, at least you thought you did. The Winchesters. You’ve been told stories about them your entire life, but you especially loved it when they told you of their own adventures…
So what happens when you hear a rumor that might not be all fairy tale after-all..? How will you and the boys survive the onslaught that is bestowed upon you in this winding storm..?
Pairings: Beast!Sam x reader, or Y/N Turner (Rufus Turner’s daughter), Beast!Dean x platonic!reader
Warnings: Fluffy? This is just a talk about the relationships between people and the reader, so nothing yet! (besides foreshadowing...)
Notes: Okay, so, all of my other ideas have flopped for new series, BUT, I have this one idea I like and I haven’t ran anything by anyone, sooooo, if it’s not good we’ll see!
Series Tags: (people who showed interest): @mastersbunny, @alinahearts13, @supermoose67, @dearhamilchill-221b, @tessellaneous, @redmoon261, @nicorobinechelonwinchester, (if you’d like to be added/removed, just let me know!)
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2 Years Earlier
Who would’ve thought that this is where three-in-a-half years of college would lead me… Working the front desk at my father’s best friend’s oil and car shop; how insulting..
“Hey, sweetheart!” I looked up from the mountains of paper work that littered the desk – some being bills, some being orders for parts that should’ve been sent out weeks ago, and some just little doodles that I would do thanks to hours of boredom.
“Dean! God, I thought you weren’t coming in today.” I laughed whilst shaking my head as the elder Winchester chuckled, punching in his ticket before moving closer to the counter, setting a small bag on it with a large grin that reminded me a of five-year-old.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
He nodded towards the bag, which made me shoot up both of my brows only for me to scoff and lean forward on my elbows, studying before looking back up towards the man with marvelous green eyes.
“Um, yeah, thanks, but I’d rather keep myself glitter bomb free today, if you don’t mind.” I bit as I went to lean back, only for him to catch my elbow and nod back towards the small paper sack once again as he shook his head.
“I promise you on my own grave that it’s not going to be like last month-“
“Don’t you mean last week?” I scoffed as he frowned, furrowing his brows as he rolled his eyes and nodded his head side-to-side, reconsidering it before waving me off. “Would you just open the damn thing?” He sighed releasing my arm as I frowned some, reaching out and grabbing onto the bag as I slowly peeled open the top; gently shaking it as I turned it sideways onto the counter.
A teacup size platter slid from it’s paper sack confinements. Furrowing my brows, I glanced up at Dean as he nodded towards the plate making me scrunch my nose up as I gripped onto the cloudy saran wrap that covered it.
Finally peeling away the coverage, I couldn’t help but gasp as there sat a freshly baked apple pie slice, steam still rising from it as I looked back up at Dean, who couldn’t help but grin like he was a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Did you make this?” I gasped in slight shock – if there’s one thing I know about Dean Winchester it’s he never, and I mean, never shares his pie with anyone, so this was new.
“No, my mom did… She made it this morning for Sammy and I.” Dean grinned as I smiled happily before I pushed away from the counter, rushing over towards the small coffee area and grabbed two plastic forks, rushing back over to the counter and sitting on the stool.
“Here – we can share it.” I grinned as Dean reached out, grabbing the second fork as I grinned and dug into the warm, gooey apple pie. I couldn’t help but to allow a small groan to escape my lips as I shot my eyes up to see Dean chuckling before he took a large bite of the pie.
“God, if I ever meet a woman like you, I must’ve died and gone to heaven!” Dean laughed while taking another bite as I grinned, chewing on the sweet and slightly tangy bite as the bell rang from the front; signaling someone had come inside.
“Here, you go finish this – I gotta work.” I shooed him away, as he groaned and grabbed hold of the plate as he dug his fork back into the warm goo, grinning like a child again as he waved me off before he took off towards the garage as I rolled my eyes, watching as he pushed open the glass door; waving to me as he disappeared.
“Weirdo.” I breathed as I shook my head, grinning as I glanced up to say the usual welcome; only this time… My voice caught in my throat. I’ve known him since I was five, and somehow he’s grown into this… Man. A very handsome man.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” a voice chimed from the garage as I snapped my head towards it. Bobby Singer, the man who was like family to everyone here in town, came in with a large grin and a oiled up rag as he moved forward, wrapping his arms around the building of a man.
“Hey, Bobby, good to see you again,” Sam’s voice came out smooth, yet it still had a bit of a rough edge to it that made it oh, so delicious… God, this man is going to be the death of me; especially with that voice and smile.
“It’s good to see you too, boy. What brings you to the shop anyway? Shouldn’t you be at home studying up to head off to that fancy college of yours?” Bobby grinned as he patted Sam’s shoulder, giving it a good squeeze as Sam shook his head, bangs falling into his eyes as he laughed with a dimply smile.
“Stanford, you mean. And yeah, just taking a break before my eyes fall out of my head,” he paused as his eyes slowly glanced over towards me; the corner of his lips twitching upwards as our eyes met as I pursed my lips together while biting my lower one slowly as I met the bright eyes that seemed to always sparkle – even in the harder times.
“Plus, I just wanted to stop by and say hi to a few friends..” He whispered as his eyes lingered on my own, this causing Bobby to slowly turn his head and meet my foolishly grinning face as he chuckled, nodding as he moved back towards the garage.
“Ah, I see.. Well, don’t let me be the one to stop you from saying hi.” He smiled as he waved towards Sam, moving back into the garage, only for his voice to carry back out as he yelled to Dean, “Dean! If you got even a drop of that apple pie goo on my tools, you’re as good as dead!”
I couldn’t help but giggle as Sam moved closer, shaking his head as he chuckled making me return my attention to him as he stopped in front of the desk.
“How you doing stranger?” I grinned as he cocked a brow, fighting off a grin as he leaned against the counter.
“Not bad, how about you stranger?”
I shook my head as I rolled my e/c eyes before leaning forward, resting on my elbows as I looked up at him as he leaned down to where he stood just a little bit above me while I fought back my smile.
“Oh, please, I practically live at your house,” I bit as he scoffed with a laugh before coming around the counter, making me follow him with the turn of the stool as he stopped in front of me and developed me in a bone crushing hug, yet I returned the favor.
“Sure, you do, Y/N.. Sure, you do.” Sam laughed as he took a step back yet he kept his arms around my waist loosely as I stared up at him, his eyes seemed to hold the truth behind everything, and somehow he kept secrets all too well.
“Don’t be a dick – hey, my shift ends in about say.. Ten minutes? Wanna hit the bar, or café with me?” I bit my lip as he chuckled with a smile, giving my waist a squeeze with both of his large hands as my smile grew easily.
“That sounds like an amazing idea – better yet I’ll pay.”
“Like hell you will, Winchester,” I spat as I brought one of my hands up, smacking it against his chest as he chuckled pulling away. Rounding the counter again, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead as I closed my eyes and embraced his sweet, chaste kiss.
“I need to stop by my house for a quick thing, then I’ll be back in time for us, okay?’ He smiled as his hand landed on my cheek, his thumb dragging easily across my skin as I parted my lips and exhaled slightly before opening my eyes and nodding.
“Pinky promise..?” I whispered as he grinned the childish grin he’s had since we were kids, as he took away his warm palm and held out his long, slender pinky while I wrapped my own tiny, slender pinky around his.
“Pinky promise.” He grinned as he pulled away making his way back out the shop as I watched him take off towards his car, I couldn’t help it but to smile at the child of a man. And God save me from falling in love with him anymore than I already am…
Being so lost in thought – or just from watching that man’s backside, I didn’t hear the bell go off before the deep voice that used to calm me from having mental breakdowns during finals week in high school called out.
“You know, baby girl, you’re falling for a wolf..” My father, Rufus Turner, spat as I snapped from my daze, turning towards him with a sigh as I fought back the intent to roll my eyes at him. Hoping down from the stool, I moved towards him as he leaned against the door way, watching as Sam’s car pulled out and onto the street.
“Daddy, please, Sam is a respectable man – and he’s kind, sweet, and wouldn’t do anything to put me in harms way – so why can’t you trust him?” I sighed as I crossed my arms over my chest, frowning at my father as his dark eyes finally moved to where they settled on me.
“I’m just warning you.. No funny business with him, or any Winchester for that matter. Ain’t go good going to come from that family,”
“Daddy, please! They are good people – especially to us.” I warned with a small bite as he sighed and shook his head; of course, it was already filled with conspiracy theories he’s already cooked up about the Winchester family…
“I don’t know why I have such a bad feeling about them, but I want you to have no kind of… Cute, romantic, or even friendly relationship with those boys. Stick to platonic, or professional – nothing else, you hear me?” He warned with a wag of his finger as I huffed and turned on my heel, returning to the stool as he turned to leave but not before muttering to himself, or to me.
“We’ve got a wolf among us, and I’m not about to let you be thrown to him.”
And with that… My father left. Leaving me to wonder what the hell he was going on about some “wolf,” now only if I had listened to him…
Summary: You’ve known them for years, at least you thought you did. The Winchesters. You’ve been told stories about them your entire life, but you especially loved it when they told you of their own adventures…
So what happens when you hear a rumor that might not be all fairy tale after-all..? How will you and the boys survive the onslaught that is bestowed upon you in this winding storm..?
Pairings: Beast!Sam x reader, or Y/N Turner (Rufus Turner’s daughter), Beast!Dean x platonic!reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood, death threats, foreshadowing
Notes: Okay, so, all of my other ideas have flopped for new series, BUT, I have this one idea I like and I haven’t ran anything by anyone, sooooo, if it’s not good we’ll see! But anyway, this prologue will be sort of like a future telling of the story, if that makes sense...
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“Are you really willing to risk all of us for this… This suicide mission?!” My father hissed through clenched teeth as I threw my arm down, spitting next to his boot as he snapped his attention back to my eyes.
“He is my fiancé! And there’s nothing that will stand in my way of protecting him!” I growled – near snarled as I turned on my nude heel, only to hear him growl and shout after me-
“He hasn’t claimed you, you know! Anyone could have you, if they tried hard enough!”
I came to a stop, already feeling my anger grow as I bared my teeth. Turning my head just the slightest to where I could see his disgusting face.
“Maybe.. But I’d rather kill a thousand men before I let any of you make me your slave.” I spat with a calm tone, as I began to walk again. His voice carrying after me as I trekked further, and further into the woods – the cool autumn breeze setting in as well as the sun began to set…
I’m good as dead if I don’t find him soon…
My feet hurt. Blood must be pouring out of them by now from all the sharp twigs and rocks that littered the forest floor – and if I would’ve known I would be running through a forest as sundown I would’ve worn shoes… And something a little less revealing.
Suddenly stopping dead in my tracks, I swallowed thickly at the feeling of the cool metal pressing against the middle of my spin thus causing a shiver to run up it. But the thing that set me off into fear, and panic was the sound of the gun cocking…
“Long way from home, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” A deep voice growled as he pressed the barrel further against my already frigid skin, holding my hands up to the far sides of me, my eyes darted around the forest scene in front of me – now or never.
“Yeah, well, I guess that’s what happened to you when you trust your fiancé to not get himself discovered, and most likely killed.” I sighed as the metal was quickly pulled away. Heavy footsteps crunching the fallen leaves, and twigs around me as I dropped my hands with a relieved sigh.
“Jesus, Y/N?” Dean sighed as he uncocked the gun, running a hand through his thick dirty blonde hair. “I could’ve shot you!” He snapped as he took a step forward, developing me in a large, and warming hug as I gladly took it; welcoming the warmth.
“But, hey, you didn’t.” I smirked as he shook his head, giving me a squeeze as I allowed my grin to drop. Feeling the dread swell inside my heart as I sighed, looking up at him with concerned filled brown eyes. “So, how is he..?” I whispered as Dean sighed, giving me another squeeze.
“He’s… God, he’s I don’t know. He’s fine one minute, then the next I’m having to lock him up in a room without windows so, he doesn’t try to jump out..” He sighed angrily, as I frowned as well as he rubbed a hand over his face in anger before he pulled away.
“But, I’m taking a wild guess that you’re here to take him back, right? Have him ‘fixed’?” He all be growled, his own animalistic blood showing through, as I shook my head frowning more as I wrapped my arms tightly around my silk covered front.
“No, I came to find my fiance because I love him, and I’m not going to let him go through this bullshit alone.” I hissed as Dean nodded, a small somewhat proud looking smile on his lips as he cleared his throat.
“Alright… Follow me,” he said as he waved for me to follow, leaving me to shiver from the missing warmth of his layers. I clenched my jaw to keep me from hissing at the pain as I felt a little trail of blood leaking from beneath my foot.
“Lead the way…”
But... All stories need to start from the beginning, right? So, shall we..?
Part 1: Coming Soon
P.S. Sorry if this is crappy - for some reason I’ve been falling in and out of a writing mood? I don’t know, I’m hoping this series will help me, so please give feedback!
