#everything's real

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god i am.. so not here rn ❤️😎

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Everything's Real: Book Four

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Prologue

Book One

Book Two

Book Three

Every ___ is a new ‘chapter’

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“Hey Dean.” I knocked on the eldest Winchesters door and it opened slightly.

“C’mon in.” Dean chuckled “What’s up?” He asked from sitting on his bed.

“Do you know a Chuck?” I asked as I walked in and over to him

“Yeah, he’s the author of the Supernatural books.” He raised a brow. ‘Why?”

“I thought Carver Edlund wrote the books.” I said confused

“That’s his alias name, now why are you asking about him?” He chuckled slightly

“Oh yeah, he emailed me.” I held my phone out to Dean with the email opened up on it.

“Hello (y/n), my name is Chuck, and I just want to tell you to read book five, chapter 8 of the Supernatural books.” Dean read the email aloud.

“What happens in book five?” I asked nervous

“Not a clue, I only read book seven, remember.” He sighed “You’re just going to have to read it I guess.”

“Dean” I groaned “I’m afraid of what I’ll read.” I sighed.

“Trust me. Just read it.” He smiled.

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Sam paced the kitchen for what felt like hours as he tapped his right pant pocket. He told Dean what he had planned to do that night and asked if Dean would take (y/n) out for an hour or so while he prepared what he was going to say and how he was going to do it. Sadly, that hour or so seemed to come and go quite fast because soon enough Dean was running down the metal stairs shouting “She’s coming, I left her with the groceries to give you some time. If she asks I’m in the bathroom. I just ran away from her!” Sam jogged into the main room just in time to catch a glance of Dean running into the hallway.

 “I’m going to kick your brother’s ass.” (y/n) laughed as she carried multiple bags into the bunker.

“What did he do now?” Sam let out a nervous chuckle.

“Left me with all of the grocery bags, there’s a few more out there.” She set the bags down at the top of the steps and turned around.

“Leave ‘em out there, Dean can grab them when he’s finished in the bathroom.” Sam said fast so (y/n) wouldn’t leave to grab the bags. If he was going to do it, it was now or never.

I clicked the Next page button and let out a frustrated hiss as the page read “this page does not exist’. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I shouted angrily. “Dean!” I yelled as I tried to refresh the page. “I’m going to kill someone!” I growled as I stood up. I grabbed my knife off my side table and walked out of the room. “Dean!” I screamed violently.

“What’s wrong?” Dean came running down the hall, Sam following behind him.

“The page does not exist.” I hissed “Where does Chuck live.” I spun the knife in my hand.

“Why?” Sam pushed his brother out of the way and looked at me worried.

“I am going to find him, then I am going to get a copy of the damn book, then I’m going to kill him.” I growled

“Whoa. Hey, it’s alright. I’ll get a hold of Chuck and why don’t you and Dean head out and buy some food for supper tonight.” He said calmly and reach for the knife in my hand. I nodded as I set the knife in his hand. “You okay?” he asked

“Yeah. I just need some air. I’m going to grab my bag and meet you at the car.” I looked at Dean.

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Once we hit the highway back to the bunker, Dean slowed right down; we drove the friggen speed limit. “Wow Dean, what’s the rush.” I sighed sarcastically as I glanced over at him.

“Just want to drive safely.” He shrugged. “So what was happening in the book?” He asked changing the subject

“Ugh.” I groaned “Don’t even get me started. Chuck made it seem like Sam was going to propose to me, but c’mon. Not going to happen.” I chuckled sadly at the end.

“He loves you (y/n).” Dean mumbled and sped up slightly

“We live the hunters life, it’s dangerous. You don’t get married in this life, you die trying to leave it.” I shrugged

“Sam has been trying to leave for years, and he’s go-”

“He’s left it multiple times, but he has been drug back. It’s funny how you want him to get out and to have a normal apple pie life yet you’re the one that continues to bring him back to hunting.” I shook my head. When I didn’t get a response I looked over and saw him gripping the wheel until his knuckles were white, and he sped up. “Great, now you’re mad.” I mumbled to myself.

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“Don’t worry Dean. I’ve got it!” I yelled as I walked into the bunker with three bags of groceries hanging off each arm. I looked down the stairs and saw Sam. “I’m going to kick your brother’s ass.” I laughed

“What’d he do now?” Sam chuckled and stuffed his hand in his right pocket and I set the bags down at the top of the stairs.

“Left me with all of the bags.” I sighed “I have to go out there to grab the rest.” I pointed behind me to the door.

“Let him grab the rest. Come down here.” He smiled at me.

“Alright.” I picked the bags back up and walked down the stairs

“I can help you with those.” Sam pulled his hand out of his pocket and something fell out of his pocket. “Shit.” He quickly bent down and picked it up.

“What is that?” I asked when I saw a small navy blue colored box.

“It’s a… A… Follow me.” He stuffed the box back in his pocket and took a few of the bags from my hands and led the way to the kitchen. We both set our bags down on the table and he reached back into his pocket.

“What’s going on Sam?” I asked worried

“Guys!” Dean came running into the kitchen, Sam immediately glared at him.

“What could you possibly need now Dean.” Sam hissed

“It’s Cas. He needs our help.” Dean said worried.

“Can’t he deal with whatever it is himself?” Sam sighed as he slowly pulled his empty hand out of his pocket.

“That’s the thing, I didn’t get the call from him. I got it from Chuck.” Dean scrunched up his nose preparing himself for whatever was going to happen next.

“Let’s go then.” Sam walked passed Dean and jogged in the direction of our room.

“Chuck has a death wish over his head.” I glared at Dean as I jogged passed him and followed Sam.

Book Five

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Everything's Real: Book Three

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Prologue

Book One

Book Two

Every ___ is a new ‘chapter’

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I laughed as Sam lifted me up over his shoulder. “Put me down!” I screeched as he started to walk out of the library and down the hall to the bedrooms. “Sam!” I laughed as he threw me down onto his bed. He smirked as he ran his hand up my thigh then up under my shirt. “Not Sam.” I pushed his hand away then rolled over onto the other side of the bed. I got off and backed into the wall.

“What do you mean not Sam? It’s me baby.” He walked around the bed and towards me.

“Sam!” I yelled as I reached behind me and grabbed my silver switch blade from my pocket.

“I’m right here. No need to yell.” He smiled and reached a hand out for me.

“You aren’t Sam.” I spat as I swung the blade out and sliced his arm. He yelled in pain as the silver hit his skin. He gripped his arms as I hooked my leg behind his and pulled it out from under him and he lost his balance. He almost caught his balance before I spun him around gripped his hair in my fist as I pushed him towards a wall.

“Calm down there girly.” He hissed

“Where’s Sam?” I asked angrily

“Not a clue.” He smirked before I pressed the blade to his back and ripped the fabric of the shirt and into dug the blade into his back. He screamed.

“Where is he?” I yelled desperately.

“(Y/N).” I heard my name and Sam ran in through the door.

“Where the hell were you?” I asked as I pushed the knife further into the shapshifter’s back he groaned in pain.

“With Dean getting some supplies.” He looked at me worried as I pulled the knife out of the shapeshifter’s back and turned him around and plunged the blade into his heart. I left the knife in his chest as I walked to Sam and hugged him.

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“What’s up short stuff?” Sam came and put his elbow on my shoulder.

“Not too much.” I chuckled and looked up at him. “How’s the weather up there?” I asked

“Kind of humid.” He smirked before he leaned over and kissed my head. I smile as he moved his elbow from my shoulder and wrapped his arm around my waist. I leaned into his side.

“Get a room.” Dean gagged as he walked in and out of the library.

“Shut up Dean.” Both Sam and I groaned. We both laughed once we realized we had both said the same thing.

“What were you doing?” Sam asked

“Reading about you.” I stated then realized what I had just said. “In a non-creepy way.” I pursed my lips.

“Which part?” Sam chuckled

“You being soulless.” I muttered

“Soulless Sam.” His eyes widened slightly as he stepped away from me.

“Uh. Yeah.” I scratched my arm. 

“You like him?” He asked

“You were soulless Sam. I like you much more now.” I said

“Doesn’t answer my question.” He chuckled

“It sounds like you were pretty dangerous.” I giggled quietly.

“Do you like dangerous me?” He asked

“Dangerous, kill crazy you? Not so much. Dangerous, sex in the bathroom you. Kind of a turn on.” I admitted

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Sam and I jogged out of the dinner after Dean tipped soup on a hot waitress. “Are we just going to be leaving him back there?” I asked with a chuckle.

“We are just going to walk this way, at a normal, unsuspicious pace, and wait for the poor bastard to catch up.” Sam held my hand in his as we slowed our pace.

“It looked like she was going to kill him.” I laughed

“There is no doubt in my mind that he is going to come outta there with soup poured over his head.” He chuckled

“No way. It was a waitress. She’ll be aiming for the dickular area.” I smirked

“Wanna make a bet?” Sam challenged me

“Depends. What’re we betting on?” I asked

“Do you like my bed, or a motel bed?” He asked

“Your bed.” I answered unsure of what he was getting at

“Alright. If you’re right. We send Dean to a hotel for the night. And if I was right, we go to a hotel.” He smiled

“Alone time.” I smiled

“Exactly. Let’s make it a bet.” He stopped walking.

“What if we’re both wrong?” I asked

“We kick Dean out of the bunker.” Sam laughed

“You come up with the best ideas.” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“I know I do, don’t I?” He smirked smugly before he ducked down and kissed me. 

Book Four

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Everything's Real: Book Two

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Prologue

Book One

Every ___ is a new ‘chapter’

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So it has been about a month and a little bit since I moved in with the Winchesters; and in that time they have been putting off teaching me how to hunt. So I've been a type of housewife I guess you could say. I cook, clean, shop, do the laundry, and I patch the boys up after hunts. Right now I am actually skyping with Sam while he and Dean are down in Chicago on a demon hunt.

“You’re alright though, right?” I asked with a worried tone.

“Completely fine. Both Dean and I are safe.” He reassured me.

“Completely fine my ass. You have a black eye and a bloody nose, I have no idea how bad the rest of you is. Let alone how Dean looks.” I groaned as I ran my hands over my face.

“I’m fine.” I looked up and saw Dean walk behind Sam and waved as he held his other hand to his shoulder.

“I’m coming out there.” I stated

“Not a chance, there’s still another demon here.” Sam shook his head.

“You guys are hurt. I am not just going to sit here.” I urged

“Let’er come Sammy. You miss her.” Dean chimed in as he walked back into the frame and smirked while he gave either me or Sam a thumbs up.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I said before I hung up the skype call and went to gather some clothes. I also stopped in Sam’s room and grabbed the gun he told me that was for emergencies in case he wasn't there; he told me it was called the colt or something like that.

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“Sam!” I whisper yelled as I walked into the house that Sam’s GPS locator led me to. I held the gun in my shaking hands as I slowly walked up the stairs.

“So you are Sammy boys little bitch.” I screamed as I raised the gun and shot the black haired chick that, literally popped up in front of me. The bullet went through her abdomen and she screamed.

“(Y/n)!” I heard Sam yell as the sound of things falling to the floor echoed throughout the old house. I stared down at the dead body lying at my feet as I lowered the gun. The gun slipped out of my hand as my whole body began to shake. “Hey. Hey. Hey.” Sam came rushing down the second flight of stairs and pulled me into his arms. “You’re okay.” He mumbled as I broke down.

“I killed her.” I cried as I gripped Sam’s shirt.

“She was a demon.”

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“… You’re a natural!” Sam exclaimed excitedly as he pulled the paper shooting target was pulled towards us.

“I have no clue what I’m doing.” I admitted

“You were shooting perfectly!” He smiled as he wrapped his arm over my shoulder

“That is impressive.” Dean chuckled

“Impressive enough to frame and hang on your wall?” I glanced back at the eldest Winchester

“Not my wall. Sammy’ll probably take it.” Dean smirked

“How about we just hang it next to our best shots?” Sam asked as he motioned to the far wall which held six targets

 “Whose is who?” I asked as we walked over to the wall.

“Well these two are mine and Sam’s best sober shots.” Dean pointed the first two targets. “And then these two are our friends Charlie’s and Kevin’s” Dean pointed to the next two.

“And let me guess. These two are your guys’ drunk shots?” I asked

“Correct.” Sam laughed as he handed Dean my target.

“And now, up goes yours.” Dean grabbed the ball of sticky tack from above the other targets and pulled off a big chunk of it. Dean stuck a piece to each corner and then Sam helped stick it to the wall.

“Beautiful” I chuckled as I admired the wall.

“So.” Sam started as he reached into his back pocket. “Ready for some defense training.” He lunged at me. My first instinct was to punch. But instead, I stepped out of the way and the big moose fell to the floor. “Why the hell did you move?” I looked back up over his shoulder at me and I shrugged

“You lunged at me, I panicked.” I tried to hold in my laughed as Dean did his whole body laugh.

Book Three

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Everything's Real: Book 1

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Prologue

These books will be under the tag Everything’s Real

Every ____________________ is a new ‘chapter’

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I sat up in my bed and sighed. We made it to Lebanon Kansas in a day. A two day trip was narrowed down to one day. That was… Exhilarating slash scary as fuck. So much speeding. “Morning (y/n).” Sam knocked on my door.

“Morning.” I yawned

“Like your room?” He asked as he walked in.

“It’s” I paused “Live able.” I chuckled slightly “It’s gunna take some time to get used to.”

“Yeah. But hey, I am just down the hall.” He smiled as he motioned to the door. “Would you care for a tour of the bunker?” He asked.

“Would you be my tour guide?” I giggled as I stood up off the bed, well I guess it’s my bed now huh.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” He held his arm out for me. I giggled and linked my arm with his.

“Let’s start, shall we?” I smiled

“Let’s hit the fridge and I will show you our collection of beer.” He laughed as we walked out of the room.

“It’s like what nine am” I giggled

“From probably multiple country songs. It’s five o’clock somewhere.” He chuckled

“Let us go!” I cheered “Is it a pretty collection of beer?” I asked

“Beautiful.” He laughed

“Well we can’t keep ‘er waiting can we.” I pulled him with me as I skipped in the direction of the main room.

_______________________ “Whatcha reading?” Sam asked

“The story of our life.” I looked up at him as I finished the sentence I was on.

“Which part?” He came and sat down beside me on the couch

“It’s about a week or two from now. And we hunt a rugaru.” I stated as I looked down and scanned the page

“Ah yes, this will not be the first time we hunt one.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I glanced over at him. “Is this weird?” He asked

“I don’t think so. I just wasn’t expecting it.” I leaned over into his side and dropped my head onto his shoulder.

“You were kinda dragged into this. Do you have any questions?” He asked

“How do I shoot a gun?” I asked

“You will learn that probably tomorrow.” He chuckled as he reached over and shut the laptop. “Let’s have lunch.” He stated

“I can cook.” I stated

“So I’ve heard, but I was thinking, I cook.” He smiled

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“So (y/n), how’re you liking the bunker?” Dean asked as I stared at the bookshelf in front of me.

“It’s great. Huge.” I smiled as I looked back at Dean who was reading a book at the table behind me.

“Yeah it is.” He chuckled “Have you read anymore of the supernatural books?” He asked

“I’ve been trying to read more, but it’s kind of weird you know? Reading something a day or two after it has happened, or skipping a head and realizing I’m going to get hurt or Sam and you get hurt.” I looked down at my feet

“The future’s planned out for you.” Dean sighed

“And I don’t like knowing that it is. I am someone who lives day to day; I don’t want to hear how in three weeks I get a cold so you and Sam decide to baby me before you go on a hunt and leave me at a rundown motel.” I walked over to the table and sat down.

“There’s an easy fix for that.” Dean pointed at me

“Eat soup and spicy foods for three weeks.” I chuckled

“Stop reading.” He stated “It’s as easy as that. Stop reading and you don’t find out what’s going to happen.”

“Did you stop reading?” I asked

“Not exactly.” He said with a higher pitched voice

“What did you do?” I asked

“Skipped ahead. Read book seven, then that is it.” He shrugged

“How was book seven?” I asked as I started to twiddle my thumbs

“You’ll have to either read, or wait to see what happens.” He chuckled and I heard the door close at the top of the stairs.

“Sam?” Both Dean and I called towards the stairs

“Nope.” Sam walked down the stairs with a couple of brown paper bags.

“Hurry Dean, it’s not Sam. Let’s make out some more.” I laughed

“Haha very funny.” Sam rolled his eyes

Book Two

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