Okay guys, I recently just binged The Walking Dead up until the middle of season 9! Imo there isn’t enough fanfic for the show so I really wanna start writing for it. I have a series in mind already, but I want to write a one shot in the meantime.
The only problem? I can’t decide between Negan or Daryl. Let me know who you guys would rather see 🖤
Hi! Can I get 'Truth Quirk Reveals Your Feelings' for Tenya Iida please and thank you! 💖
This is a little cliche but I liked writing it, I hope you also like it ^^ <3
Here are the prompts if you would like to request something :)
You had no idea what you were even doing at this party. You usually just keep your head down and follow the rules to a T, but everyone had been talking about this. Every student in UA was here, and somehow your friend, Ururaka, had convinced you to come along. When you walked in, you immediately found a corner you could hide in and stayed there, an empty cup in hand. You looked around, seeing if you recognized anyone else here. When your eyes fell upon a familiar blue haired boy you immediately looked away, a blush threatening your cheeks. Tenya Iida, a star student in class 1-A, admittedly very handsome, and very to the book about all of the rules. He was someone you had looked up to since you first started, and he had always been nice to you. While you were in a daze thinking about Tenya, you failed to notice him walk up to you with a smile.
“Y/L/N! Glad to see you here. Remember to keep your drink with you at all times, and don't drink as it’s forbidden on school property.” He spoke with a few waves of his hand, and you giggled at him, nodding.
“Of course, Iida, don’t worry. I’m surprised to see you here, though.” He nodded, moving to stand next to you.
“Well, someone has to make sure that the rules are being followed.” He looked at you, a question on his mind, though he wasn’t sure how to ask without sounding strange. “Are you...here with someone?” He sounded innocent enough that you didn't catch on to his true intentions of the question. You shook your head, looking up at him.
“Nope. Are you?” He shook his head, grabbing a cup for himself. The two of you sat in silence as the party went on. Before either of you could break it, someone grabbed the both of you, dragging you to a room where a game was going on. How cliche, you thought, but decided to go along with it if Tenya did. Surprisingly, he stayed in the room, participating in what seemed to be truth or dare. You stayed a little bit away from the circle, hoping no one picked you. Only embarrassment comes from these kinds of games, you had read enough fan-fictions to know that much. Unfortunately, one of the students saw you and decided that you were it, asking you the dreaded question.
“Truth or dare?” He asked, giving you a smirk. You suddenly felt the pressure, your skin crawling with all of the eyes that were suddenly on you. You glanced up, meeting the gaze of Tenya before answering quietly.
“Truth?” You didn’t like where this was going, but you didn't want to look like a loser in front of everyone.
“Alright then. Tell me, do you have a crush on anyone at UA?” You wanted to shake your head and say no, but there was a strange feeling that started to take over you. It was like static slowly crawling inside of you, your head going fuzzy. You then noticed that the boy who asked you the question’s eyes were glowing, and you realized that he was using his quirk. Must have been a truth quirk or something, which means that your well-hidden crush was about to be on display for everyone to know, including the man himself.
“Y-yes, I do. I have a crush on Tenya.” Your words came out choked as everyone started teasing you, oohing and giggling as your face turned beet red.
“Why?” The boy asked, continuing to use his quirk on you, much to your dismay.
“Because he’s a great guy. He’s very determined and his quirk is amazing and I know he’s destined for great things. He’s also very nice and has never treated me badly, plus he’s incredibly handsome and fun to be around!” A deep exhale left your body and the static feeling went away as the boy’s quirk was no longer being used on you. Your feet suddenly had a mind of their own as you took off, not stopping until you were outside of the house. Iida was a few feet behind you. He placed his hand on your shoulder, a sad look on his face as he saw tears form in your eyes.
“Y/N,” he cooed, frowning as you pulled away from him.
“Tenya, please, don’t. I’m already embarrassed enough. I don’t need your rejection as well, okay? Please, just...leave me alone.” You started to walk away, just wanting to be in your bed, hiding from the world.
“Wait, Y/N, please.” He placed his hand on your shoulder again, pulling you into his chest with a tight hug. Your breath caught in your throat slightly as you processed what exactly was going on. “I have a confession to make.” He stayed silent for what seemed like hours before peaking again, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “I like you too, Y/N. I have for a long time. I’m sorry that those students did that to you, but I’m glad one of us finally said something.” You looked up at him, shocked at his confession. He liked you back? Your mind was blown, truly. You suddenly smiled, kissing his cheek. He seemed to malfunction as his face turned red, his arms starting to wave slightly as he got incredibly flustered. “Let me walk you to your room, I want to make sure you get there safe.” You nodded, taking his hand as the two of you made your way to your dorm.
A/N: I'm so excited to finally share this with you guys! If you would like to be tagged in future parts, send an ask and you'll be added! I hope you guys enjoy this :)
Pairing: NB!Reader x Dean
Word Count: 2,017
Warnings: Violence, swearing, almost smut, ANGST
SPN Tags: @carryonmyswansongnsong @mogaruke
Rule Number One: Never Fold
The ringing of another slap filled the air, blood splattering across part of the floor and the wall. Y/N's head snapped to the side as the back of the large man's hand was painted with droplets of their blood. A soft exhale left their lips as they closed their eyes, trying to stop the involuntary tears from wetting their cheeks. They didn't want him to have the satisfaction of seeing any kind of emotion from them since that’s exactly what he wanted. He then grabbed their chin roughly, forcing them to look up at him. A sick smile spread his lips as he looked over the damage he had done to their face. Bruises had already started forming on their cheeks, their skin had been split, and their blood was starting to oxidize where it landed ten minutes ago.
"Tell me what you know about Dean Winchester," he spat. Y/N turned their head, the man's breath reeking of cigarettes and spearmint gum. The man didn't let that go on for too long, though, keeping the grip on their neck tight. Y/N could feel their breath shortening, but they also knew the rules. He leaned in closer, close enough that Y/N could feel his hot breath fanning over their face and neck. They scrunched their nose slightly, looking right into his beady eyes. They wouldn’t back down, couldn’t back down now. They needed to protect Dean, no matter what. So, choosing not to answer with words, they instead chose to spit in his face. There was a moment of nothingness as he wiped it off of his cheek, but that was over almost as quickly as it started. He snarled, reaching his clenched hand back before slamming it down onto their face again, sending them flying backwards. They slid across the floor, the chair making the blow against the wall a bit more bearable. “You’ll talk eventually, bitch," he growled, grabbing them by the hair and yanking them up. They winced, gripping the arms of the metal seat as he lifted them up.
"Is that all you got, big boy? Kind of a shitty hand you got there." They spit out a chipped tooth covered in blood, giving him a smile. Before they could continue, the large man punched them again, this time with enough force to knock the chair they were chained and handcuffed to over. Y/N wasn't sure, but they could have sworn that they could feel a pool of blood forming around their skull, almost like a halo. But they couldn't imagine a halo anywhere near them. The man kicked them in the ribs, then pulled them back up by a tight grip on their neck, lifting them back up.
"Who is this Dean Winchester you keep bringing up? I have no idea who that is, dude. You have the wrong person." They shrugged, shining another bloody smile. They were met with a hard slap, then grunting as the man dragged the metal chair across the cement, a piercing scraping sound ringing throughout the small room. Y/N was put in front of what seemed to be a mirror until the other man flipped a switch, revealing Dean in another room. He was also tied up, even more than Y/N was, and he was beaten and bruised even worse. Y/N's eyes widened, but they immediately brought it back, knowing that they had to keep their cool.
"Well, he seems to know you, Y/N." The man turned a knob that was next to the mirror, Dean's voice coming through a speaker.
"Y/N isn't dead. I know them, they're stronger than I am, it would take more than a few assholes like you to kill them." Dean struggled against the ties that wrapped around him, lifting a chuckle from one of the men's throats. He reached into his pocket, showing Dean a polaroid picture of Y/N, covered in blood and passed out. It was definitely convincing, and Y/N figured they did it when they were knocked out earlier. But they knew Dean was smart, they knew he wouldn't fall for it.
Or so they thought. Dean's eyes filled with tears as he tried to jump out of his restraints, starting to shout and scream. Y/N's heart dropped as his screams sounded so genuine, so blood curdling. The guys that were in the room with Dean attacked him, getting him on his back, kicking him wherever they could. Y/N watched in horror, wanting so badly to run in and tell him to relax. He was too emotional. They didn't know why their death would get to him so much, but nonetheless, they silently prayed that he would keep his mouth shut.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dean finally stopped screaming enough to where they could continue to talk to him. They started pressing him to answer questions about the operations and the crew. Y/N quietly begged him to stay quiet, but he looked so defeated. He looked up at the men with a broken face, his eyes bloodshot and glossed over. He opened his mouth, and information about everything started coming out. Y/N couldn't stop themselves, it was like instinct when they shouted and put all of their might into getting up and slamming their body against the mirror, making a huge crack right in the middle. The last thing they remember was feeling hands all over them, then nothing. They hoped it was enough to save both of them, or at least just Dean.
A few days before
Whenever Y/N entered the bunker, everyone knew who they were. The other hunters always hushed in their presence, knowing that anyone could lose their job, or even their life, if they said the wrong thing to or near Y/N. So, when a new person starts, it's always important that they know who is who here.
As Y/N walked up to the guarded doors of the bunker, today's newspaper in their hand, a new wide eyed recruit stepped in front of them, trying to be intimidating. Y/N had to hold back a chuckle as they looked at the small man. The other guard tried to stop the man, who's tag named him Stephen, but it was pointless, he was too eager to realize who he was about to piss off. Y/N hummed, crossing their arms over their chest.
"Sorry, only authorized personnel can get past the door. I suggest you turn around and get back in that car before there's a problem, lady." This time, Y/N couldn't hold back their laugh as they looked at Stephen dead in the eyes.
"Might I suggest you learn who is important before it gets you killed. You're lucky I'm not Dean, he'd have you dead where you stand." Y/N's blade that had been hidden in their holster moments before was not gripped in Y/N’s hand as it lifted the man's weak chin, his eyes wide with fear. "But don't think I can't do the same. I'll let it slide this time, just don't make that mistake again, Stephen." They pushed him out of the way, putting the knife back in their belt before nodding at the other guard that let them in immediately.
Y/N made their way to Dean's office, voices murmuring all around them. Y/N walked through the walkway the other hunters instinctively made, their eyes scanning everything, making sure it was all going smoothly before opening Dean's office door, not even bothering to knock. Dean looked up from the desk, his thick brow raising. Y/N shot him a small smile before sitting on his desk, knowing it pissed him off. A soft sigh left his lips before looking up at them with a stern expression.
"Y/N, get the hell off of my desk." He looked over them, his eyes seeming to drink them in as they crossed their legs, making sure he knew that they weren't moving. Instead of entertaining that argument, they just tossed the newspaper in front of him, pointing out the story that caught their eyes earlier.
"No. Have you seen this?" As they showed him the story, his eyes finally tearing away from Y/N’s legs to read. He sighed, nodding.
"Yes, Y/N, I have. What's the big deal?" He threw the paper back down, looking up at them. They scoffed, tilting their head with furrowed brows.
"What's the big deal? It's a rogue gang of hunters. If we don't deal with this soon, it's gonna become a problem, Dean. You weren't born yesterday."
"Exactly, Y/N. I wasn't born yesterday. I know when things are gonna become a problem, and this doesn't seem like one. If it does, we'll deal with it then." He looked away, going back to the book that he was reading before Y/N interrupted. Y/N chuckled, then shrugged and got off of the oak desk.
"Okay, I guess. I just didn't know that the big bad Dean Winchester did things half assed. Silly me, I suppose." Before Y/N even had time to think about what to say next, Dean was standing behind them, his large hand reaching around them to grip their neck, pushing them against the wall.
"How is it that you can piss me off within five minutes of seeing me? I suggest you find out where this attitude is coming from before I fix it for you, Y/N." His voice was low in their ear, sending familiar shivers down their spine. They turned their body so their back was against the wall instead, looking up at him with a smirk.
"There he is." They glanced at his lips before looking back up into his green eyes, pressing into his palm that was still on their neck. "I'm telling you, Dean, this is gonna be bad if we don't do something about it."
"Don't forget who's in charge here, Y/N. If you need a reminder, just let me know, I'll be happy to show you." Dean leaned in closer, his warm breath rolling over Y/N's lips.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Dean. It isn't a good look for a big boss like yourself." He glared at Y/N, his eyes seeming to go deep into their soul. His body pressed against theirs, Y/N's back being pressed against the wall. Dean's knee slipped through their thighs, a hum vibrating his thick throat. Memories flooded both of their minds, memories they've shared in this very office. Late nights, sneaking around, hands exploring bodies, lips memorizing every curve. Suddenly, the words either of them had to say vanished, the tension too thick for either of their voices to pass through.
The door opening tore them apart, an awkward clearing of Dean's throat and awkward shifting of his jeans bringing Y/N back to reality. The assistant that barged in looked terrified, but said that they both needed to come into the main room and see what was happening. Dean and Y/N shot each other curious glances before nodding and walking side by side to where the tv was, the news blasting. Everyone in the bunker crowded to see what was being said, and Y/N got a sinking feeling when they read the headline.
"Reports of a mass shooting coming in from a city just outside of Lebanon, Kansas. 22 people were killed, 5 severely injured. The police reports are saying that this logo was left spray painted at the scene, which officials are investigating now. They say it might be linked to an up-and-coming gang, but that's all we know for now. If you have any information, please call the local police department. More updates on this later." A picture of the bunker's sigil popped up on the screen, and it seemed to spark panic inside of everyone in the bunker. Y/N just simply crossed their arms and looked over at Dean, raising a brow.
A/N: This is the last part, but don't worry, it's far from over :) I really hope you guys have liked it so far, and thank you for taking the time to read it :)
Part I II Part II Part III II Part IV II
Word Count: 3,024
Pairing: NB!Reader x Dean
Warnings: Violence, unspoken feelings, death of a character
If you would like to be tagged, send me an ask! I hope you enjoy :)
SPN Tags: @carryonmyswansong @mogaruke
The ringing of another slap filled the air, blood splattering across part of the floor and the wall. Y/N's head snapped to the side as the back of the large man's hand was painted with droplets of their blood. A soft exhale left their lips as they closed their eyes, trying to stop the involuntary tears from wetting their cheeks. They didn't want him to have the satisfaction of seeing any kind of emotion from them since that’s exactly what he wanted. He then grabbed their chin roughly, forcing them to look up at him. A sick smile spread his lips as he looked over the damage he had done to their face. Bruises had already started forming on their cheeks, their skin had been split, and their blood was starting to oxidize where it landed ten minutes ago.
"Tell me what you know about Dean Winchester," he spat. Y/N turned their head, the man's breath reeking of cigarettes and spearmint gum. The man didn't let that go on for too long, though, keeping the grip on their neck tight. Y/N could feel their breath shortening, but they also knew the rules. He leaned in closer, close enough that Y/N could feel his hot breath fanning over their face and neck. They scrunched their nose slightly, looking right into his beady eyes. They wouldn’t back down, couldn’t back down now. They needed to protect Dean, no matter what. So, choosing not to answer with words, they instead chose to spit in his face. There was a moment of nothingness as he wiped it off of his cheek, but that was over almost as quickly as it started. He snarled, reaching his clenched hand back before slamming it down onto their face again, sending them flying backwards. They slid across the floor, the chair making the blow against the wall a bit more bearable. “You’ll talk eventually, bitch," he growled, grabbing them by the hair and yanking them up. They winced, gripping the arms of the metal seat as he lifted them up.
"Is that all you got, big boy? Kind of a shitty hand you got there." They spit out a chipped tooth covered in blood, giving him a smile. Before they could continue, the large man punched them again, this time with enough force to knock the chair they were chained and handcuffed to over. Y/N wasn't sure, but they could have sworn that they could feel a pool of blood forming around their skull, almost like a halo. But they couldn't imagine a halo anywhere near them. The man kicked them in the ribs, then pulled them back up by a tight grip on their neck, lifting them back up.
"Who is this Dean Winchester you keep bringing up? I have no idea who that is, dude. You have the wrong person." They shrugged, shining another bloody smile. They were met with a hard slap, then grunting as the man dragged the metal chair across the cement, a piercing scraping sound ringing throughout the small room. Y/N was put in front of what seemed to be a mirror until the other man flipped a switch, revealing Dean in another room. He was also tied up, even more than Y/N was, and he was beaten and bruised even worse. Y/N's eyes widened, but they immediately brought it back, knowing that they had to keep their cool.
"Well, he seems to know you, Y/N." The man turned a knob that was next to the mirror, Dean's voice coming through a speaker.
"Y/N isn't dead. I know them, they're stronger than I am, it would take more than a few assholes like you to kill them." Dean struggled against the ties that wrapped around him, lifting a chuckle from one of the men's throats. He reached into his pocket, showing Dean a polaroid picture of Y/N, covered in blood and passed out. It was definitely convincing, and Y/N figured they did it when they were knocked out earlier. But they knew Dean was smart, they knew he wouldn't fall for it.
Or so they thought. Dean's eyes filled with tears as he tried to jump out of his restraints, starting to shout and scream. Y/N's heart dropped as his screams sounded so genuine, so blood curdling. The guys that were in the room with Dean attacked him, getting him on his back, kicking him wherever they could. Y/N watched in horror, wanting so badly to run in and tell him to relax. He was too emotional. They didn't know why their death would get to him so much, but nonetheless, they silently prayed that he would keep his mouth shut.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dean finally stopped screaming enough to where they could continue to talk to him. They started pressing him to answer questions about the operations and the crew. Y/N quietly begged him to stay quiet, but he looked so defeated. He looked up at the men with a broken face, his eyes bloodshot and glossed over. He opened his mouth, and information about everything started coming out. Y/N couldn't stop themselves, it was like instinct when they shouted and put all of their might into getting up and slamming their body against the mirror, making a huge crack right in the middle. The last thing they remember was feeling hands all over them, then nothing. They hoped it was enough to save both of them, or at least just Dean.
Once Y/N gained their consciousness back, they immediately went into a panic as they remembered what had happened just before they were knocked out. They had one thing on their mind, and one thing only. Saving Dean. They had been left on the cold floor, still tied up to the chair they had been in before. They started struggling against the ropes, grimacing as they could feel their skin beginning to burn from the friction, but they didn’t care. All they cared about was saving him. Eventually, they got the ties mostly undone, and they used whatever strength they had at that point to break them apart. They slowly got up, going over to the window they had broken before to try and get Dean’s attention. They looked through the small hole they had broken into it, hoping to see any trace of Dean. When they didn’t, they cursed softly, going over to the steel door that kept them locked in. They kneeled down, going into their pocket that they kept their lockpicks in. Empty. Those guys must have cleared them of anything they had when they were knocked out. They groaned, hitting the wall next to them in frustration.
An idea popped into their head, and it led them back over to the two way mirror. They looked through once again and saw that the door in the other room was cracked, so now they needed to find a way to get in there. They looked around, eyes falling on the chair they had just broken free from. They picked it up, trying their best to swing it as hard as they could to break the mirror even more. The first wing wasn't enough, and they felt the vibrations sting throughout their body. They winced, but picked the chair up once more to try again. The second hit made a few more cracks, and that was more than enough to give them the motivation they needed to try one more time. They swung it again, successfully shattering the mirror. They covered their eyes, a few pieces of glass hitting their face and body. They cried out softly, then crawled through the frame to get to the other room.
They had no idea where to even start looking. They limped to the door, their hand pressing on their side to try and lessen the pain they suddenly felt. They looked down, finally noticing the large piece of glass that had pierced through their rib. They pulled it out, keeping it gripped in their hand as they slowly made their way out of the dingy, stale room. They followed their gut telling them to go right, hoping they would see any type of proof that Dean was okay. The small lights that lined the ceiling blinked as they made their way into unknown territory, palm still gripping the piece of glass. Their vision started to fade slightly, but they pushed through nonetheless. They eventually saw a line of bright light through a door, and they almost prayed that Dean was in there.
When they pushed the door open, they were met with the gazes of five men, three of them they recognized from before. They all got their guns out, and Y/N cursed, getting ready for the fight of their life. They used all the training that they had gotten up to this point, throwing the glass as hard as they could at one of the armed men, the large sliver landing right in the middle of his neck. They quickly jumped over, somehow missing most of the bullets that started raining towards them as they reached for the now dead man’s gun. When they got it into their hands, they rolled for cover, their back pressing against the cold metal of a desk that was in there. The gunshots stopped, leaving a deafening silence in their wake. Y/N took a deep breath, looking for another way out before getting back up and firing four shots, bullseyeing each guard that was in the room. When their bodies dropped, Y/N looked around, finding another door. They had no idea whether it would be worth going in there until they heard a thump. Their heart jumped, thinking that maybe, with some sort of luck, Dean was in there. They did their best to walk over, their left leg bleeding out from one of the bullets that caught them. Once they got to the door, they leaned against it, pressing their ear flush to the steel.
“Dean?” They called out, cocking the gun just in case it wasn’t him. They waited for a response, getting another soft thump in return. “Screw it,” they whispered, pushing the door open. They snuck inside, closing the door behind them as softly as they could, in case there were more guys ready to fire. What they saw almost made them collapse right there, both relief and the most fear they had ever felt in their entire life. Dean lay on the ground, blood covering his face and body. He looked awful, beaten up more than they had ever seen, and they’ve fought some strong monsters in their day. They dropped their gun, going over to him. They fell onto their knees, cupping his bloody face softly, pressing their forehead to his. “Oh god, please don’t be dead. Dean?” They cried out in a whisper, kissing his cheek. Tears started stinging their eyes as he didn’t respond, and their worst nightmare started to unfold right before their eyes. They couldn’t hold back the sobs they choked, laying their head on his chest.
Silence surrounded them, Y/N’s sobs being the only thing that was heard in the small room. They couldn't believe it. Dean Winchester, the strongest person they had ever met, their hero, their mentor, their best friend, was gone. They let it all out, not caring if they were heard by anyone else. Their cries soon turned into wails as the reality set in. There was so much they had to say, so much they kept to themselves in fear of ruining their friendship. All of their feelings, now wasted as he lay dead beneath them. They should have told him how they felt, no matter what. They loved him, they loved him more than they had ever loved anybody else. He was their everything, and he died never knowing the truth about it all.
“Y/N…” Dean choked, his chest suddenly rising as he managed to gasp a breath. Y/N’s head shot up, tearfully looking at him with hope. When they saw his eyes open, they got off of him, pressing multiple kisses on his face in different places. He pulled them close, his heart aching at the sound of their cries. He had heard their cries, and it had broken his heart completely. He never knew they felt so strongly for him. He groaned, his body pulsing with pain as they hugged. Kye pulled away, wiping all the tears from their bloody face.
“Come on, we have to get out of here.” Y/N stood shakily, using all of their strength to pick him up. He leaned on them, trying to use any strength he had left to walk. Y/N did their best to get them both the hell out of there, but their leg was useless and their side was killing them. They did their best to remember how to get out of there, and they hoped they didn’t run into any more men. After what felt like forever roaming through the dark, damp tunnels, they finally saw the ladder illuminated by the moonlight. They almost cried at the sight of it. They looked over at a bloody Dean, wondering how the hell they were gonna get him up to the surface so they could go back home. “Alright Dean, I need you to get up these steps, okay?” Dean nodded groggily, lazily throwing his hand onto the first prong. Y/N pushed him up with their remaining energy, eventually getting them both up.
The car ride there was long. Y/N drove all the way there, fighting every urge they had to fall asleep at the wheel. They didn’t know how much longer they could last, so they pulled out their phone and dialed Sam’s number. They let him know they would be pulling in and they would need help, maybe angelic help. Sam panicked, telling everyone to stand by as he raced into the bunker’s garage, praying for Cas to come down here immediately, even before he saw the damage. He knew if Y/N was asking for help, it was serious.
Kye fell out of the car as soon as they opened the door, landing on the ground harshly. They hissed as a searing pain burned through their entire body. Am ran over to them, but they pushed him off, telling him to grab Dean first. They needed him to be okay, they would give their life if it meant he would be. Sam grimaced, reluctantly leaving them to go over to the passenger side to pick up his brother, talking to him as he all but dragged Dean into the bunker. Cas appeared, looking at Dean with worry. He hadn’t seen him this bad since the fight with Lucifer. He kneeled next to him, placing a finger on Dean’s forehead. In a matter of milliseconds, Dean was healed, now just covered in old blood. Dean’s eyes finally opened, and he looked around for Y/N. He asked where they were, and both Sam and Cas looked at each other, realizing that the emergency wasn’t over.
The three men ran into the garage, finding Y/N in the same position they left them. They lay on the floor, no longer moving as a pool of blood was forming around them. Dean fell to his knees, placing their head in his lap as tears stung behind his eyes. He looked up at Cas, begging him with no words to help them. Cas sank to his knees next to the pair, Dean finally allowing his tears to fall. Cas placed his fingers onto their forehead as well, but nothing seemed to happen. Dean looked up at him, disbelief covering his face. They couldn’t be dead, not because of him. Dean placed the blame on himself immediately, choking back sobs as he held their lifeless head in his lap.
There was so much he never said, so much he should have. He loved them. He was finally able to admit it to himself, and it was too late to tell them. That was all he wanted, he wanted to look them in their striking E/C eyes, hold them close, and tell them he loved them. Maybe they wouldn’t have had the white picket fence, a dog, or maybe even kids, but they would have each other, and their love for each other. All of that was ripped away in a matter of a few hours. He cried, almost wailed at the thought of them being gone. His heart ached, his skin flushed, and his mind was unclear as he cried above their body. Sam placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder, tears wetting his eyes as he watched the scene unfold.
After a few minutes of Dean’s grief, he suddenly stopped, his face monotone. He picked Y/N up, taking them to his room so he could place them gently on his bed. He didn’t care about the mess, he just wanted them to be comfortable when they woke up, and they will wake up. He swore on his life that he will bring them back and make it alright. He grabbed his keys, marching towards the Impala. Sam saw him and stopped him, grabbing his shoulder once more.
“No way Dean. I know that look. Y/N wouldn't want you to do something stupid to bring them back. Your head is clouded, you have to stop and think about this.” Dean gave his younger brother a stern look, shaking his head as he pushed Sam’s hand off of him.
“I’m doing it Sammy. I’ll be back and then we’ll figure out who’s behind all of this shit. With Y/N. Now move.” He pushed past his brother, crawling into the Impala as it roared to life. He raced out of the garage, with only one thing in mind. Bring Y/N back to him so he can finally admit how he feels, and they can have their happily ever after, right?
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Back at the Bunker
Dean was nervous. The last thing he had heard from Y/N was that they made it to the location. He sat at his desk, going over anything and everything he could to try and find out what he could. His emerald eyes scanned every word of the page that sat in front of him, but couldn’t process anything he had just read. He slammed his fist on the oak desk, a loud thump sounding off in his office. He sighed, looking at his phone for the hundredth time in the past three minutes. Still nothing. He stood, putting his phone in his pocket before leaving his small office. It was suffocating him, he couldn't breath. His chest was tight, and he couldn’t quite figure out why. He knew he was nervous about Y/N being out there. He made his way to the kitchen, making himself a cup of coffee to try and settle his jitters. As he sipped the hot liquid, trying to focus on the feeling of it slipping down his throat to take his mind off of everything, but it did nothing. He needed something stronger. He made his way over to the cupboard that held his special liquors, pouring his whiskey into his coffee cup.
“What’s up?” Sam asked as he walked into the room, noticing his brother making himself a pick me up. Dean glanced over, raising the cup to his lips, a slight since at the burn as he swallowed. Sam could tell his older brother was stressed by the way his brows were deeply furrowed. His eyes were desperate as well, a look only Sam or Y/N knew. Sam sat at the small table, motioning at the chair across from him so he could figure out what was going on. Dean obliged, sitting across from his brother.
“Y/N hasn’t checked in yet and it's been two hours.” It was simple, but Sam knew that it was a bad situation immediately. Y/N always checked in, they knew how nervous it made Dean when they didn't. Sam gave his brother a knowing look, offering a sympathetic smile. Sam knew how Dean felt about Y/N, even if he didn’t want to admit it.
“I’m sure they’re fine Dean. You know they’re a good hunter, they probably just got sidetracked.”
“Y/N doesn’t get sidetracked, Sam, you know that.” Dean stood up, his hands starting to shake as thoughts of Y/N being hurt or even worse started crossing his mind. They might need his help and he's just sitting here. He’d never forgive himself if something happened to them on his watch.
“Dean, if you’re so worried, you know you can track their car. They won’t be happy about it, but at least you’ll have peace of mind.” Dean blinked, then immediately went back into his office, leaving the cup of whiskey behind. His mind was filled with nothing but Y/N as he did just as Sam had recommended, activating the tracker that each hunter had in their car. Dean figured it was the best way to keep track of everyone in case of something like this. He waited impatiently, his knee bobbing up and down as it seemed the GPS took years to finally do its job. As soon as he got a location, he wrote it down, quickly getting some supplies he might need before heading out. Sam watched his brother all but run out of the door, sighing softly as he shook his head.
Sam knew what the both of them didn’t. He saw the way they looked at each other when they thought no one was looking. When the three of them were going on hunts together back before they started the hunter organization, the two of them had undeniable chemistry. They way their banter flowed, the stolen glances, the tension that could be cut with a knife. Sam had always hoped that one of them would make the first move, but after a few years it seemed they never would, even though the both of them would end the world for the other.
As Dean sped down the road, his phone chimed with messages from Y/N. They were just pictures, which gave Dean some hope that they were okay. Until he opened them, anyway. He saw the bloody body of the second picture, his heart starting to race. His foot stepped on the pedal until it was flush with the floor, the Impala racing down the road towards Y/N’s last known location, his phone service fading out.
Once he got there, he saw their car and his heart dropped. They weren’t in there, which means they had to be somewhere nearby. He got out, slamming the door closed as his boots crushed the gravel underneath it. He got his flashlight out, turning it on as he looked around the car for any clues. As he was walking, he noticed a sewer drain lid thrown about, the hole it was supposed to be covering exposed. He flashed the light down the hole, trying to see if he could see anything. He got out his phone, calling Y/N to see if maybe they had gotten lost down there or something.
A familiar ring sang loudly, echoing up the ladder and out into the dirt as he was calling. He swallowed thickly, noticing a small light illuminating into the darkness down the long makeshift ladder. Before he could even take another step, he was taken by surprise, a heavy object smashed into the back of his head, taking his consciousness with it.
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“Absolutely not, Y/N, you’re not going in alone, okay?” Dean looked over at them with an upset face, his brows furrowed slightly, making those beautiful wrinkles crease his forehead. Y/N groaned, throwing their head back, almost mimicking a teenager who didn’t get their way.
“Dean, this could be exactly what we’re looking for. Why are you being so uptight about it?” Dean kept his back to them as he cooked dinner for everyone, shaking his head as he sighed.
“L/N, I mean it. We’ll figure out who we can send with you and then you can go.” He turned his neck slightly, one eye almost able to see them pout. They crossed their arms, keeping a narrowed gaze on him.
“We can’t trust anyone here right now, Dean. That’s the whole reason I even went out there in the first palace. We have to nip this thing in the bud before it gets too bad.”
“Then take Sam,” Dean suggested, finally turning to look at them once he had a pausing point in his domestic duties. They rolled their eyes, shaking their head.
“No, neither you nor Sam can go with me. We need to make sure that no one thinks anything is going on. You two barely ever leave unless it's an emergency, so we need both of you here to keep the peace. I can’t take anyone out there with me either, since it could be anyone in there Face it Dean, this is a solo mission, as much as you don't like it. You’re gonna have to trust me, okay?” Y/N took a few steps towards him, cupping his face in their hands. He looked down at them, his eyes seeming to deep dive into theirs. A small groan vibrated his throat as he rested his head against theirs.
“Fine, Y/N. I’ll trust you on this. But I need you to check in every two hours, okay? And you run at the first sight of trouble. We will come help you if someone shows up and tries to hurt you. Remember, we have no idea what’s really going on. For all we know it could be a group of monsters posing as rouges.” Y/N smiled softly, running the pad of their thumb over his plush pink bottom lip.
“I hear you, Winchester.” They pulled away, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “I’m gonna get some supplies and head out after dark. I will text you every now and then, okay? Stop worrying so much.” They turned to walk away, but Dean had other plans. He gripped their forearm gently, pulling them back to him. He pressed a hard kiss to their forehead, holding the back of their head so they couldn’t escape from his grasp just yet. Not that they wanted to, he was warm, and his touch comforted them more than they’d ever admit.
To be honest, they had no idea what their and Dean’s relationship could be classified as, since they never really made anything official. They had sex a couple of times, but they ever touched in front of other people. They would sneak a quick little makeout session in his office, but anytime anyone was near they barely even spoke. Y/N felt like a dirty little secret most of the time, but they didn’t really mind. And of course they never asked what they were, since they didn’t want to seem desperate and possibly jeopardize whatever they did have. He was handsome, strong, a hell of a hunter, and a hero. Y/N felt like nothing compared to him, nor would they want to lose someone like that.
Y/N eventually pulled away, giving him a soft smile before they went to their room to gather the materials they would need to open that hatch. They also made sure to grab any weapons they could since Dean revealed that it might not be humans doing this. They hadn’t even considered it since the bunker was secure from all monsters, but maybe they figured out the logo and it was a trap. As they put all of the items they needed into their duffle bag, they heard the door open behind them. They glanced over, not surprised to see the outline of Dean’s body standing in the doorway. They zipped up their bag, turning to him with a soft smile.
“Come on, Winchester, I already said you can’t go with me. Just because you’re the big boss doesn’t mean you can just tell me what to do.” They chuckled, but their smile faded as Dean walked over to them, only taking a few strides to get right in front of them. He reached out, holding their face before pressing the softest kiss against them. They froze, not knowing how to process this since one, it was a surprise, and two, he’d never kissed them like this before. It felt different this time, like he was begging them not to go just with his kiss. They felt like they were floating, their bag dropping onto the floor as they finally kissed him back. It seemed like ages before the two finally separated, and Y/N was in a daze as he pulled away to look at them.
“Can we agree to you going tomorrow? Please. Hang out with me tonight, have dinner, drink a beer or two. Just you and me.” His eyes were sincere, and the gravity of his feelings finally weighed on Y/N. He was genuinely worried about them going, and his voice was so quiet, almost a whisper as he softly begged them to stay with those breathtaking iris’ of his. They took a few moments to think about it, drinking in his gaze before nodding, resting their forehead on his for a moment.
“Alright, Dean, fine. I’ll stay tonight and go tomorrow if it’ll make you feel better.” Dean sighed a breath of relief, a smile pulling at his features.
“Thank you.” He kissed the top of their head, pulling them into a tight hug before they walked to the kitchen together, Dean making them both a plate before they headed to his room, having a night to themselves for the first time ever. They ate food, drank a few beers, and laughed together until late into the night. Once they were both yawning and winding down, Kye got off of his bed, knowing he didn’t like having company overnight. He didn’t want anyone to get any ideas or know about his personal doings. As they got up, Dean grasped their hand, pulling them back onto the bed. They gave him a surprised look, but didn't fight him on it. They lay down next to him, and his arm immediately wrapped around them. They turned their back to him, his chest pressed up against them. They couldn’t help but smile to themselves, their heart swelling with happiness that they would take to their grave. Little did they know, Dean also had a smile as he pressed a kiss to the nape of their neck before closing his eyes, both of them getting the best sleep either of them had had in years.
The next morning, Kye slipped from Dean’s grasp, going to grab their bag so they could head out. They figured it was best not to wake him, as he might try and convince them to stay again. They wanted to go and figure this out, not letting whatever was happening get worse. They went out to their car once again, tossing the bag into the passenger seat before starting it up, heading out to the scene once again, determination driving them forward without looking back.
On the way there, Y/N had a sinking feeling in their stomach. Like they should turn around and get some backup. That gut feeling has never let them down before, but they knew that neither Dean nor Sam could leave the bunker right now without raising some suspicions. Once they got to the scene, they turned off the car, then rolled down the window to listen for anything out of the ordinary.
Silence was the only thing that met their ears, so they got out of the car, closing the door softly just in case something or someone was nearby. They went back to where they had discovered the hatch, seeing that it had been dug up sometime after Y/N left earlier that day. They got their lockpick out of their pocket, trying to get the large padlock that was on the side. It didn’t take long thanks to Dean teaching them how to properly pick a lock. They took a deep breath, texted Dean a check in, then started slowly descending down into the hole.
It was dark and moist on the way down. Y/N’s hair stuck to the back of their neck as they made their way down the sticky ladder. Everything was telling them to turn back, their stomach in knots and their throat tight as they finally reached the bottom of the ladder. They let go, their boots echoing a soft clunk off of the cement walls that surrounded Y/N. They took a deep breath, the stale air down there filling their lungs before they started.
With a flick of their flashlight, they picked a direction and started their journey through the dark tunnels. Even with the bright circle of light illuminating their way, they couldn’t really see anything. They continued anyway, needing to find something they could bring back to Dean. As they made their way, quiet footsteps sounded off behind them, making them turn their head to try and see who or what was down there with them. Every hunter bone in their body was screaming at them to run, to get the hell out of there, but their pride wouldn’t allow that, no way. The light followed their eyes as they scanned the small tunnel walls around and behind them, not knowing if they’d rather see something or nothing at all. After a few seconds of silence, they continued to trek in the same direction, eventually noticing a light a few meters away. They got out their phone as they got closer, planning to take pictures of whatever was behind the door so they could send it to Dean.
As they pushed the door open, they noticed the bunker’s logo spray painted on the white walls. They took a picture, looking around for anything else to hint at who or what was behind all of his. They noticed another door, and groaned, knowing they were going to go in even though they knew they shouldn’t. They were already sure someone was down here with them, and they knew they were playing with fire at this point. They shrugged to themselves, nursing under their breath as they went to the next room, readying their camera to take some pictures of whatever was waiting for them past the steel door.
Nothing could have prepared them for what they saw, however. The smell hit them first, the stench of rotten flesh and stale blood hit their nose, making it scrunch. They covered their nose and mouth as they took a few more steps inside, their eyes finally landing on the scene before them. There was a body, mangled and bloody just hunched over in the corner of the room. There was something familiar about it, though. They walked closer, kneeling in front of the dead man. They took another picture, immediately sending it to Dean, asking if he recognized this guy. They looked at his thrashed clothes, noticing a familiar tag on his shirt. Their eyes widened as they read the name blanketed in blood, realizing that they had seen him just a day before. Stephen, the guard.
Y/N immediately stood back up, knowing they needed to get out. They started dialing Dean’s number, heading towards the steel door. As the line rang, they walked back out into the dark tunnels, forgetting what they had heard before. They made their way back to the ladder, but something had stopped them dead in their tracks. They felt a small prick in their neck before their vision started blacking out. They heard Dean’s voice call their name through the phone before their knees buckled, their phone and flashlight skidding across the damp cement floors as they lost all consciousness.
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Dean’s eyes narrowed as he watched the news story along with every other hunter that was in the room with them. As much as he hated to admit it, Y/N was right. He should have listened to them in the office. He made them his second in command for a reason, and the one time he decided to brush her off was the time he needed to be listening more than ever. He walked back to his office, brows furrowed in frustration. Y/N had noticed, so they followed him in there, whether he wanted them to or not.
“Dean, what are we gonna do? Clearly someone in our office has gone rogue, we can't let that slide.” Dean sighed deeply, waving at Y/N to close the door. They obliged, then sat in the chair across from him. He leaned back in his chair, fingers crossed over one another as he started delving deep into his own thoughts. Who could betray them like this? All of the hunters he had recruited to work with them were good, clean people. Well, as good and clean as a hunter can get, anyway. He looked up at Y/N, a serious look darkening his emerald eyes.
“We have files on every hunter here in the storage room. Are you willing to do me a favor?” Y/N smiled softly, nodding.
“You know I am, Dean-o.” He rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore the nickname he hated. He opened a drawer behind his desk, pulling out a large key to hand to them.
“Here, I need you to go in there and look through every single file you can, present company and Sam excluded.” Y/N raised a brow, tilting their head slightly at the last part of his request.
“Look Dean, I know you might not like the thought, but we have to be super thorough. I mean, Sam has gone rogue before, right? And…so have you.” They met his disbelieving gaze, and they held up a hand as if they were telling him to calm down. “Listen. Do I think you or Sam could have done this? Absolutely not, but we have to be very careful about how we approach this. I’m gonna go do some research, and you can interview the people I think are suspicious afterwards, okay? Until then you need to be a leader to these people. They turn to you for answers and comfort. Give them that.” Y/N gave him a warm smile before taking the key, going towards the storage room that only the Winchesters and Y/N knew about.
It felt like hours since Y/N had seen anything other than the four walls of this room. Each one was covered in files and boxes of all the hunters currently residing in the bunker. They had gotten a few files that looked like it could be a match. They wondered if Dean even did a background check on any of these guys. Some of them had a real past of violence and going off on their own because they didn’t like the rules. Y/N gathered all of the files they needed and headed back to Dean’s office. He was deep in thought, looking into some files of his own when Y/N entered the small room. He looked up from his desk, his furrowed brow immediately relaxing when he saw it was Y/N. They placed the files on his desk, then crossed their arms in annoyance.
“Dean, did you even make sure all of these people could be trusted? Some of them have some really bad history in the hunting world.” Dean hummed softly to himself, picking up the few files that Y/N had picked out for him. He started looking through them, sighing softly.
“We trust hunters by word of mouth. I don’t remember anyone saying anything sketchy about any of them, but that’s more Sam’s territory, if I'm being honest.” Y/N scoffed, nodding.
“Yeah, that much is clear.” Y/N cleared their throat, keeping their eyes trained on Dean as he looked carefully through the many files. “Look, I’m gonna go to the crime scene, see if there’s any demonic foul play involved. Or anything else that might be weird. We can’t exactly cross out the possibility that these guys are possessed and the demons are just making it look like we have rogue agents.” Dean looked up at them, wondering if he even wanted to send them out there when it was still so hot.
“Well, I trust that you won’t make any dumb decisions. Take someone with you, at least. I don’t want you to go missing either, you never know what could happen out there.” Y/N couldn't hold back their laugh as they shook their head.
“Do you really think that’s the best idea right now? None of these guys can be trusted. Plus, you and Sam have to stay here in case someone shows their true colors. Trust me, kid, I got this.” Dean raised a brow, his movements pausing at the name Y/N had decided to call him. He stood up from his desk, walking over so their bodies were mere inches from each other. He looked down at them, his green eyes piercing right through their soul. They kept their gaze on his, feeling their core tremble.
“Fine, kid, take this for the road.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to theirs. They closed their eyes, drinking in every single detail, every feeling. His stubble was a little rough above their mouth, but that would never stop them from kissing those sweet, full lips of his. When he pulled away, he handed them the demon killing blade. They smirked, taking the knife and putting it in their holster next to their normal athame.
“Aww, come on, Winchester, don’t tell me you’re actually worried about little ole me.” Dean rolled his eyes, walking back to sit down behind his desk.
“Don’t look too much into it, L/N. I just want to make sure you come back in one piece.” He looked back at his papers, avoiding their eye contact. He was worried. He had no idea what they were walking into, and neither did they. He’d never admit it, but he cared for them. It may even go deeper than that, but Dean wouldn’t allow that. He wanted to say those three words that have been stuck on the tip of his tongue for years, but he didn’t want them to know he felt that way. He couldn’t be vulnerable, and everyone that knew anything about hunting knew that the white picket fence dream never worked out. Y/N took one last look at him, wondering if it would be the last they saw of him.
“Alright, Dean-o, I’m out.” Y/N walked out of the door before he could brood any longer in front of them. Y/N made their way out of the bunker through the secret entrance, checking their phone for the specific area they needed to get to. Once they had the address, they took their crappy undercover car, a green VW, to the crime scene.
It seemed they had no luck since the cops and mortician had already been there and cleaned everything up. They had a feeling deep in their gut telling them that the others had missed something, so they combed the area as thoroughly as possible. When it seemed that they came up with nothing, they sighed deeply, kicking a few rocks away. Just as they turned to go back to the car, the sound of a rock hitting something hollow sounded off behind them. They chuckled softly, nodding to themselves. They hadn’t lost their touch after all. They walked over to what made the sound, dusting off the top to reveal the logo that had been shown on the news. They tried their best to jailbreak the hatch, but to no avail. They would need to go back with their tools. They made a mental note of where the hatch was, then covered it back up and went to the car, driving back to the bunker with a satisfied smirk on their face.
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