Jack wasn’t Lucifer’s first kid. He was a backup plan. Lucifer knocked someone else up and this kid? Well, she’s much more inclined to her father, until someone else entered the picture.
Nephilim In Love (Ongoing) - Sequel to T.O.N
After what happened with Lucifer, Y/N is no longer the person she once was. She doesn’t want to use her powers. But she’s forced to when her only family is threatened, leaving a certain angel to slowly fall in love.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
On the Run with the Lawman
Written for the @destielharlequinchallenge
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, Sam Winchester, Anna Milton, Lucifer (Supernatural)
Additional Tags: Rough Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Smut, Angst, Bottom Castiel, Suspense, Top Dean, Witness Protection, Switch Castiel, Russian Castiel, Bottom Dean, Switch Dean, Top Castiel
Summary:
Serving an arrest warrant to the man who shared his bed three months ago isn't the reunion Sweetwater Springs Deputy Dean Winchester fantasized about. But when two armed thugs show up, he realizes that Jimmy Novak isn't his quarry—but a killer's target.
With his witness protection cover blown, the only way for Castiel Krushnic to clear his name and save his sister is to team up with the sexy cowboy cop. Giving into passion before was a mistake he can't afford to repeat, especially when Dean learns who he really is. But as they work together to bring a dangerous criminal to justice, can he resist the Texas lawman sworn to protect him at any cost?
SUMMARY: An ex of yours drives you away. But, in doing so, you’ve stumbled upon something much more dangerous. You must decide whether to be on the streets and on the run or with the most dangerous of them all.
PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x reader
WORD COUNT: 1.1k+
WARNINGS: Language.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Yay! Reunited with Sammy! Meg????
Follows the story Bad Boy Blues on the Chapters: Interactive app! (I changed up some of the choices to my liking)
Meg told you her plan and to be honest, it surprised you. She told you to use her as a shield. Since her gun was malfunctioning, she slipped you a knife she somehow kept in her boot and didn’t use to kill you instead. She said it was too messy for her liking.
Meg said that she would tell the goons to let you go after they came to check on her. But you questioned whether they would listen or not. Which mad her angry cause she knew they would listen. You just had a gut feeling.
“Just make sure you don’t hit me too hard. You don’t wanna knock me out.”
You laughed, “A little love tap to your head then.” But you knew you had to make it look a least a little believable. Which was what was making you hesitant.
“I can see you hesitate. It’s scary, I know. But your love and your life is waiting for you out there. They’re worth fighting for. Now come on.”
You sighed, taking in a deep breath, cracking your neck and stretching out your muscles. “Alright. I’m excited! I can do this!”
“Yeah! That’s the right attitude!” She reminded you of a mother trying to pump up her kid for something. It make you snicker but no less, if you were going to get out, this was the only way.
“Okay, lets go.”
She grabbed your arm before you started walking, “Do me one favor? Check in on Dean? Make sure that scumbag Tonnie didn’t hurt him.”
Your eyes widened slightly. She may not have loved Sam but… maybe. Just maybe, there was something there for Dean. She just didn’t realize it. Her eyes lit up at his name.
“Yeah. I’ll tell Dean you’re worried about him.” You smiles knowingly. She gave you a questioning look but you just smirked and continued on your new mission.
The rest of the moments went by in a blur, your adrenaline pushing you to the max. You walk out with Meg in front of you, knife on her throat.
She cautions everyone to stand back and not to shoot. You questioned yourself once more if you could really hit her like she wanted you too. After everything you’d been through, she was beginning to become your friend. You wondered if they would know she let you go. Her life could be in danger if that was the case and hitting her would just leave her defenseless.
But you couldn’t think about it anymore, you were fast approaching the door and had to make the decision.
So, you wack her with the handle of the blade and she shouts as she drops to the floor, clutching the spot where you hit her, a small trickle of blood falling through her hair and down her cheek.
Then you run like hell. You expected to hear gunshots but surprisingly you didn’t. No one follows you, no one even shouts after you.
You race then walk down the road. Soon you’ve made it to the bus station.
Love is worth fighting for. The mantra replays over and over in your head.
The only person I’ve ever loved, was Sam. But ever since I came back into his life, I’ve put him and myself at risk. Maybe it would be better if I didn’t go back. You thought to yourself. It was only logical, wanting to protect the person you cared about from harms way. Keep them safe, if not safer.
You looked to your left and instantly scowled. It was one of Sams men, probably looking for you. Just your luck. You slink into a hotel bathroom. Maybe if you slept on it and figured out what you wanted to do?
On one hand if you went back, you could be with the lobe of your life. But your life would be in danger, as would his. But on the other, you would hurt to leave him. Keeping each other safe.
The same guard opened the bathroom door.
“You can’t be in here, this is the ladies room.” You almost shouted in surprise.
The bulky man had brown hair like Sam’s but his was shaved on the sides, a poofy nest sitting on top. He had dark sunglasses on so you couldn’t see his eyes but he wasn’t too bad on the eyes.
“Let me take you back to Sam, Miss.” you couldn’t argue in the women’s bathroom so you just went with him.
When Sam sees you, he comes up to you. You couldn’t decipher the look on his face as he wanted to strangle you or kiss you.
But he wraps his arms around you. You hug back, taking in his scent and feeling warmth spread through your body. Boy did he make you feel good.
“Tell me everything. I need places, names, anything you can give me.”
You sighed, “It was Tonnie. He’s the one who broke in here.”
Sam scowled, “That two-timing piece of shit. I should have killed him. Cas was right.”
“They put me in the trunk and took me somewhere outside the city.” You weren’t about to tell him he stabbed you too. You limped from the pain but it stopped bleeding and was well on it’s way to recovering. “Some old run down house.” You finished.
Sam frowns.
“I’ve heard about that place.”
“I’m pretty sure Crowley wasn’t going to let me live.” You cringed.
“Yea I get that feeling too, sweetheart. How’d you get out?”
Boy was that a conversation starter, “Actually… uh… Meg helped me escape.”
“What? How’d you manage that?”
You grinned childishly, “I got her to realize her family has been mistreating her. She’s a pretty cool chick. She’s someone we can reason with. I think we connected.”
His eyebrows raised, “Damn, sweetheart. I’m impressed. And glad that you’re on my side.”
“She’s the one who suggested I use her as a shield.”
Sam hugs you tighter.
“Just hold me forever. I never want to leave your arms.” You tightened your grip and buried your head into his neck.
“I was so afraid something was going to happen to you.” He murmured into your shoulder.
“I’m here now, and we have each other. That’s all I care about.”
“We didn’t know what happened. Then we saw Dean.”
Your heart seemed to stutter. “Dean? Is he okay? Please tell me he’s okay?”
“He is. He was knocked out but he’s upstairs resting.” You sighed in relief. That reminded you, you had to tell him about Meg.
“Now we’re all safe. That’s what matters.”
Sam pulled away from you, keeping you at an arms length.
“No. There’s something we need to do after you have a break. It’s no coincidence they attacked when I was out with most of the crew. Someone had to tip them off.”
You knew where this was going. There was a mole in the house. And you had a feeling of who it might have been.
SUMMARY: An ex of yours drives you away. But, in doing so, you’ve stumbled upon something much more dangerous. You must decide whether to be on the streets and on the run or with the most dangerous of them all.
PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x reader
WORD COUNT: 1k
WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, blood and language, angst
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey! So this story has been on hiatus for a while and I’m sorry to everyone who was waiting all this time. I’ve gotten a little inspiration and it seems like I’ve been in a permanent state of writers block. Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again for a while, again I’m sorry everyone! Hope you enjoy!
Follows the story Bad Boy Blues on the Chapters: Interactive app! (I changed up some of the choices to my liking)
You had been sitting there trying to wiggle free or find something sharp near you so you could cut yourself free for a while now. An hour? Maybe?
You had to stop though because you hear the door knob turn and someone walked in. It was Meg and she had a look of fury on her face as she pressed a gun against your head.
“You must think you’re clever.” She hissed.
“Please, Meg. I just want to live.”
She laughed, there was amusement in it but you could hear the hatred she held, “Oh please, you just want to run back to Sam, destroy us and live a happy ever after with him.”
“No! No, I swear. I want to be with Sam, truthfully, but I value my life more.” You panicked. “I know if I die, he’ll wage a war and he’ll get killed in the process. If I have to leave and never see him again...” tears filled your vision, “then so be it.”
Meg seemed genuinely surprised at your confession, her eyes wide as she spoke, “You really do love him don’t you?”
“I do.” Your lip began to quiver.
“Why?” She seemed conflicted. Torn between pain and anger.
“I’m not entirely sure. Is there really ever a reason?” You replied.
Meg lowers the gun.
“Didn’t he kidnap you?” She had a point. “Never really understood the whole beauty and the beast Stockholm syndrome thing.” She said with disdain.
“Honestly? He’s a lot better than my ex. He’s a major step up.”
Her brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”
You noticed her look and thought maybe this was your chance to make her feel sorry for you enough to let you go. It would help and it was the truth.
“My ex-boyfriend. He was sweet and nice at first. But.. then he start to get controlling and beat me if I didn’t do what he wanted. I was confused. I was trapped. He said he would kill me if I tried to leave him. And when I finally worked up the courage to do it, I get kidnapped.” You chuckled, “Just my luck.”
Meg was silent for a moment, taking in your words. She looked like she was in another world.
“You remind me of my childhood friend.”
“Did she get kidnapped a lot too?” You asked, half joking, half not.
Her expression turned pained, “No, she chose dangerous men who hurt her.” She no longer looked in pain, “She tried to change them. But that was her mistake. Every time her husband knocked her down, her dumb ass would get right back up. She made excuses for him. That is until she could no longer get back up.”
It surprised you that she was opening up to you, “What happened to her husband?”
“Nothing.” She spat looking angrily at the ground.
You scoffed, “They never get the justice they deserve, so they?”
“He will get his. Believe me. I will make sure of it and take care of him myself if I have too.”
“Maybe you can take care of my ex as well.”
She smiled softly, “Maybe I will. But these kinds of things are better if you do it yourself.”
You could feel her starting to trust you, to sympathize you. But some part of you started to like her as well.
“I may have misread you, Meg. You’re a strong and compassionate woman.”
Her expression changed, “Are you trying to be my friend?” Whelp so much for liking her.
“No, I just thought we were connecting.” What a shame.
“I can’t believe you used domestic violence to trick me into liking you!” She was very angry. “You know I was starting to like you. Then you had to go and do something stupid like that.”
“I’m sorry Meg, you have to understand-“
“I have to understand nothing!”
You frowned, “Don’t you see what you’re doing by keeping me here? It’s no better than my ex Danny, or your friend’s abusive husband. You’re inflicting violence on me just like they did!”
“No, sweetheart, that was male inferiority acting out.” She smirked. “Me killing you right now? That’s me being good at my job. Being thorough.” She raised the gun and cocked it.
The muzzle felt cold against your temple.
“I hope you know this isn’t personal. I actually kind of like you now.”
Your breath came out slow and shallow as fear gripped at your entire existence.
“You don’t have to kill me, Meg.”
“Sorry sweets, this is business.”
“Y/N.” You said suddenly.
Her face contorted in confusion, “Excuse me?”
“My name is Y/N.”
“I don’t understand why you seem to think I’d care about that.” You rolled your eyes, she obviously wasn’t very bright.
“I’ve spent the better part of my life with stupid nicknames.” You began listing, “Honey, Doll face, Shortcake, Sugar, Sweet Buns.... I don’t want to be patronized the last few moments of my life.”
She laughed. She actually laughed, a genuine smile spreading across her face, “You’ve got a lot of spunk. No wonder Sam likes you so much.”
“I’m starting to like you in a strange sort of way actually.”
Meg sighed, “Tell you what. I’ll give you a chance to save yourself. Go ahead and convince me not to kill you.”
You wondered if she was saying that to mess with you. To give you a sense of hope all to take it away with the click of the trigger.
“What’s it even matter? You’re just going to kill me anyway.”
“You don’t want to even try?” She asked.
You laid your head back on the chair, “I know I won’t change your mind. So just get it over with.”
“Not good enough. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”
Fear. The last emotion you would ever feel coursed through your veins, “Go ahead, then. Do it.”
You closed your eyes, waiting for your inevitable demise. Again, you felt the coldness of the muzzle and just like that, you heard the click as she released the trigger.
