Request by @gabrielslittleangel: Drabble: reader is Castiel’s daughter and she loses her grace, then goes on a hunt with Sam and Dean then gets bit a werewolf and get tricked into eating a human heart and shifts into a wolf in front of Castiel. (i’ve been thinking of this one for a while)
Summary: All you wanted to do after losing your grace was to help the Winchesters with their hunts. You’re inexperience, and you get hurt in a way that can never be fixed.
Square Filled: disembodied voice for @spnclassicbingo
Author’s Note: i know you requested this a while ago, so sorry it came out so late!
It’s hard to live your life when you used to be so powerful. You were an angel with powerful grace that could wipe out an entire race if you wanted to. Now, you’re human. To have all that power once before and to now have nothing is something you’re struggling with for a long time now. Your dad can’t help because he still has his grace. Sam and Dean can’t help since they don’t know what it’s like to have something so powerful get taken from you.
They do help you learn how to hunt better, but it’s nothing like what it was before.
You’ve gotten to that point where you want to do everything yourself because you want to feel that powerful again. You know you shouldn’t go off on your own, but you did…
… and now you regret it.
If you told Sam and Dean what happened, then they would kill you themselves. If you told your dad what happened, then he would disown you. If you somehow killed someone because of it, then you might as well off yourself.
The recent hunt was supposed to be an easy kill, but it turns out there was more than one werewolf killing people. You got caught in the crosshairs, and now you are one. The worst part about turning into this monster is the fact that you’re hungry for more than just food… and you’ve succumbed to the urge on your own.
The only thing you have to worry about now is hiding the fact that you’re now a wolf, and you don’t know if you'll ever be an angel again because of it.
“Sweetheart? Are you okay?” Castiel says as he knocks on your door.
“Go away, dad,” you groan.
It’s a full moon, so you can already feel yourself shifting into a wolf. Not all werewolves can shift into actual wolves, but some of them can. You’re one of them.
“Are you sure? I know things have been hard since you lost your grace.”
“Please, go away, dad,” you growl a little louder than normal.
“What’s going on?” Dean asks, joining his friend in the hallway.
“I don’t know. Something isn’t right.”
“Open the door. She’s a child. She doesn’t know any better.”
Castiel uses his strength to open the door, but what he sees inside shocks him to the core. Gone is his little girl, and in her place is a wolf. You growl at the two people there, only thinking about their hearts in your mouth. You don’t recognize the two people in front of you, but that doesn’t seem to matter.
All that matters is you’re hungry, and they’re looking like your next meal.
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Summary: It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes
Word count: 515
Squares filled: no signal (@spnclassicbingo ), crack (@samwinchesterbingo ), Sam Winchester (@spndeanbingo )
Tags/warnings: show-level sibling shenanigans. Nothing serious, just the boys being brothers
A/N: the wifi was down at work today, and my struggles with it led to fic. When life gives you lemons, eh?
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Everything was quiet in the library. The background noise of the bunker seemed muffled by shelves upon shelves packed with leather bindings and heavy paper, as if the sounds of the present could be contained by the words of countless writers and printers long since dead. It was one of the reasons why it was Sam's favorite room.
He sat in his usual chair with a cup of coffee resting on the table in front of him, a paperback in hand. No research today. Today was for relaxing, and that included reading, so he'd chosen a favorite sci-fi novel instead. He lost himself in the story, flipping page after page and sipping on the coffee as it cooled. It was a good day, a day with no emergencies, no crises, no monsters but for what existed in print…
"Sam!"
Dean's shout echoed through the quiet, and the book slipped from Sam's hand and fell to the table. He shot to his feet and shoved the chair aside, answering the shout with one of his own. "Dean? Dean!"
"Sammy! Hurry!"
Sam ran from the library as fast as his long legs would carry him. He followed the sound of Dean's call for help and stopped only to grab a gun on the way; most things that could make it through the bunker's warding weren't supernatural, and a bullet would settle them fine.
He skidded to a halt outside Dean's room and threw the door open, holding the gun at the ready as he crossed the threshold. "Dean! You okay?"
"Sam, I need help!"
Dean sat on his bed, computer on his lap with his legs stretched out in front of him, a bag of chips and a sandwich sitting next to him. He scowled at his screen and smacked impatiently at the keys before clicking the cursor several times in quick succession.
Sam lowered the gun and stared at his brother. "Dean, what the hell?"
"I lost my signal!" Dean tried clicking again without looking up, his expression grumpier by the second. "I was halfway through a movie when the wifi crapped out!"
Sam bit back his annoyed retort and rubbed a hand across his face. The adrenaline of thinking his brother was in danger faded fast, replaced by rising irritation. He'd been reading. "Really, Dean?"
"Yeah, really. It's an emergency, Sammy! Geek Squad me!"
Sam rolled his eyes and crossed the room to the bed. Leaning down to the laptop, he found the power button and switched off the computer.
Dean looked up with a light of astonishment and betrayal in his eyes. "Dude! What the--"
"Try rebooting it," Sam told him. "See if that helps." Ignoring Dean's continued outburst, he turned and left the room without another word. His coffee was getting cold, he still had a few chapters left, and he was going to enjoy them, damn it.
He returned to the library and flipped back to his place in the book, scoffing as he did so. Geek Squad…
He wondered how long it would take Dean to realize his mobile router was unplugged.
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has always been closed off with her emotions, until she meets Dean Winchester. Three months he’s due in hell, and she watches as Dean goes through woman after woman in each town they roll through. However, it just so happened that in one particular town, Y/N runs into an old friend; one she may not have known as well as she thought she did.
Warnings: TW: Attempted sexual assault, drugging, non-consensual touching, mentions of past assaults by OMC character; Angst, language
Written for; @badthingshappenbingo (Square: Tampered with food/drink)
@spndarkbingo (Square: Obsession), @spnclassicbingo (Square: An old friend)
A/N- Please heed warnings. This was a quick fic I wrote up so I could get something out to y’all and fill up some squares. I want to be able to write more shorter one-shots so I can get things out to y’all and actually finish what I start. I don’t know how much I like this but... we’re gonna go with it.
I watched with a heavy heart as Dean Winchester’s arm slipped around another woman’s waist, her long blonde curls tickling his skin and plump, red lips pursed seductively at him. His eyes, the forest green that had become my favorite color within the last year I had been hunting with the Winchesters, were staring into hers, periodically flickering down to her mouth, his own curled up into a smirk.
He had three months left. Each day was a new kind of torture, with the thought of losing him on top of the heartbreak of watching him lay with someone new in each town we rolled through was almost too much to bare.
But I’d rather bare it than not see him at all.
I could feel Sam watching me curiously. I was usually pretty good about hiding my feelings for the eldest Winchester. But with the way my eyes weren’t leaving Dean, and the way my fingers curled around the beer bottle a little too tight, I knew Sam must have been putting it together.
“Hey!” Dean dropped into the seat beside me, a smile on his face as he nudged my shoulder. “Brandy.”
“Brandy?” Sam asked, scoffing. “You actually got her name this time?”
“Oh shut up,” Dean said, mood not breaking. “Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, am I right? Have some fun?”
I rolled my eyes, tipping the bottle back and emptying the rest of its contents into my awaiting mouth.
“I need something stronger.” Sam sighed, slumping in his seat as I slipped out of mine, making my way over to the bar.
“What crawled up her ass?” Dean asked, not really paying attention. His eyes wandered back to where Brandy was swaying her hips near the jukebox.
“Wow, you really are a dumbass,” Sam said, shaking his head.
“What?” Dean said. “How am I a-”
“Hey, sexy!” Brandy called. She held up a pool cue, wiggling her eyebrows. “Wanna teach me how to play?”
She emphasized her words by bending down over the table, and Sam’s eyes just about rolled out of his skull as Dean jumped from his seat.
“Nevermind,” the green eyed hunter muttered as he marched over to the table.
“Whiskey,” I said, squinting at the shelves behind the bartender. “On second thought- make it tequila.”
“Sure thing,” he said, turning to grab the bottle. I dropped my head into my hands, elbows resting on the top of the bar. I didn’t know how I allowed myself to get roped into falling in love with someone. I closed myself off for as long as I could remember, staying away from relationships in high school. I knew what would happen if I opened my heart, so I kept it closed, not allowing anyone to break through the walls I had built for yourself.
“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”
I raised my head from my hands, looking up into a pair of chocolate eyes.
“Danny?” I asked, looking him up and down. “What the hell?”
“Hey!” He smiled. “How have you been?”
“Damn, I haven’t seen you in years!” I said, bringing him in for a hug, his black curls brushing my cheek. “Look how long your hair is!”
“I know, it’s gotten crazy, huh?” He laughed, smile as bright as ever. “So, how have you been? Are you still working that private investigator gig?”
“Yep, still working it,” I said. “I’ve got a few partners now so I’m not always alone.”
“Any boyfriends I should worry about?” He teased, sitting down. I scoffed.
“Um, no,” I said shaking my head. “Being on the road makes it hard to meet people and you know… this job can get dangerous and I wouldn’t want to drag someone else into it.”
He was silent for a moment. “So is that a no?”
“Yes that’s a no, you idiot!” I said, shoving his shoulder. “What about you? Are you and what’s-her-name still together?”
“Who, Veronica? No, that ended a few months ago,” Danny replied. The bartender set a couple shots of tequila and beer down. I thanked him and picked up a shot. “I’m living the single life, baby.”
“Here’s to that,” I said, raising my glass. He did the same, and we knocked them back, wincing only slightly at the burn.
“Hey, Y/N, who’s this?”
I jumped, turning away from Danny to face Dean, a confused look on his face.
“Oh, hey, Dean. I thought you were with Brandy,” I said a little too harshly.
“I just wanted to see who you were talking to,” he muttered, giving Danny a cold look. His eyes met mine, and the intensity in them nearly made me flinch.
“He’s an old friend of mine from high school. This is Danny.” I turned again, gesturing towards Danny. He looked up, slightly startled at the sudden confrontation, but composed himself, holding out his hand.
“Hey there,” he greeted, giving his smile to a very unimpressed Dean.
“Yeah. Hi.”
“Oh, Dean! Don’t you wanna hear the end of the story?” Brandy called from across the bar. Dean sighed, giving me a look.
“You know, I thought this was going to be fun.”
I snickered as he turned and made his way back to the blonde, and I spun around in my chair to face Danny.
“Where were we?”
It was nearly a half hour later when I began to feel it.
I drank my beer and shots, but I never got this loaded this quick. As soon as my limbs began to feel heavy, and my head grew increasingly fuzzy, I knew something was wrong. Danny was saying something, but it sounded muffled, like a scream underwater. I squinted my eyes at him, trying to swallow the cotton feeling in my mouth.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded weakly, bracing my arm on the counter top.
“Yeah I… I just need to…” My words slurred together as my world increasingly became blurrier. My brain felt sluggish, and I tried as hard as I could to focus, but I just felt so sleepy.
“Hey, okay. I’ll take care of you,” Danny said, nodding. He glanced around for a moment, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me off the stool. I stumbled, my legs feeling like jello beneath me as he guided me from the bar. As my feet dragged, my eyes fluttered, and the only thought in my mind was sleep.
I barely registered being led into a motel room across the street, or being laid on the bed. The room spun as my vision dotted, and it was hard to keep my eyes open. I saw Danny over me, his hand coming to rest on my cheek before moving to his belt.
“No,” I slurred, trying to roll away. He gripped my ankle, tugging me down the bed as his other hand moved to the button on my jeans. “Stop.”
“Shhh,” he murmured, slipping the denim from my legs. “Don’t fight it, Y/N/N. You’ll be out soon, anyway.”
“No,” I repeated, trying to squirm away. I wanted to fight, but my limbs wouldn’t cooperate. My body felt like it had been filled with cement. Tears sprang to my eyes as his hand covered my clothed mound. I felt completely and utterly powerless against him, and I wanted to vomit when his fingers dipped under the cotton to feel along my private area, and my stomach lurched as his fingers prodded at my opening. “Stop it.”
“It’ll be over soon, honey,” he said. “I just want a taste of the thing that’s unattainable.”
The last thing I remember was the sound of my own heartbeat, and the absolute gut wrenching sound of his jeans hitting the floor.
“Hey, where did Y/N go?” Dean asked, sliding into the seat across from Sam.
The hazel eyed hunter looked up from his tablet, glancing over at the bar where she had been sitting mere moments ago.
“I… don’t know,” Sam said, brows furrowing. “Did she leave with someone?”
“That’s not really her MO, Sammy,” Dean muttered. “Although, she met an old friend of hers at the bar. They seemed pretty close.”
“Oh, maybe they went out,” Sam suggested.
“She wouldn’t just go without telling us,” Dean said. “I didn’t trust that guy.”
“You don’t trust any guy who talks to Y/N,” Sam said. “Not even her own brother.”
“Okay, I trust him. I just don’t like that he doesn’t stand up for her, that’s all.”
“That was five years ago, Dean. They were teenagers.”
Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. “Okay, whatever. We need to find her. I’ve got a bad feeling.”
Sam scoffed. “Okay. Fine.” He shrugged, laying a few dollars down. “Let’s ask the bartender if he saw where they went.”
The brothers made their way up to the nearly empty bar, a few stragglers left, but aside from that, the bar itself had cleared out. The bartender was wiping down the counters, and reached over to turn up the volume on the speakers, humming along to the tune.
“Excuse me?” Sam said, leaning against the counter. The bartender looked up.
“Can I help you?” He asked.
“Yeah, you remember the woman who was sitting here? H/C hair, flannel shirt?” Dean said.
“Oh, yeah. She was with the long haired fella,” the bartender told them. “They left not too long ago. He’s been coming in here every night for a week. He’s staying at the motel across from here. Kinda weird, but nice enough.”
“She left with him?” Dean asked, clearly confused.
“Yeah. She seemed pretty drunk. He said he was gonna help her to her room. They were old friends, I guess,” he said. “To be quite honest, things seemed a little fishy.”
“And you didn’t do anything?” Dean hissed. Sam laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Well, I don’t have any proof. Besides, they were reminiscing about old times for two hours. I figured they were friends,” the bartender said, shrugging.
“You just-”
“Do you happen to know what room number he’s staying in?” Sam asked, cutting off his brother. Dean shot him a glare, teeth mashed together as he seethed.
“I dunno. There aren’t many occupied rooms. I know he drives a truck but that’s about it. Maybe check the room where it’s at?” He suggested. “Hope you find her.”
“Yeah, no thanks to you,” Dean sneered. Sam tugged on his arm, pulling him towards the door.
“We’re wasting time, Dean. We gotta find her. Now.”
“I wonder if you’re still a virgin,” Danny said, his hand steadily pumping himself. “Man, I would love some virgin pussy.”
She was unconscious, but Danny didn’t know how long it would last. It was different with each of his victims.
She was special to Danny. All through high school he wondered what it would be like to have her on his arm. He was the freak; the nerd; the outcast. But she was always so nice, and she welcomed him into her small friend group with open arms. His crush on her never relented, but she never liked him back, nor did she really like anyone. She was guarded and mysterious, and was invisible in high school. However, all he saw was her. After graduation, he never thought he’d see her again.
Danny knew there was something wrong with him. His mother always said he’d turn out this way. But it was an addiction, and each time he’d come across any woman with any similarities to Y/N, he’d prey on them.
And now that he had her in his grasp, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let her go.
He hovered over her, her body so small compared to his wide stature. He ran his hands over her soft skin, positioning himself between her legs. Kneeling between them, he brought his hand up to her clothed breast, his tongue flicking over his lips as he massaged it, pawing at her chest as he grew achingly hard. He slowly moved his other hand down to her mound, moving her panties aside. He glanced up at her, a sickening grin on his face.
Just as he was about to position himself at her center, a loud crack rang through the room. He flinched, head whipping towards the door just as it splintered open, a furious looking Dean Winchester standing in the doorway.
“You son of a bitch!” He growled, stalking across the room. Danny blubbered like a fish out of water, scrambling away from the unconscious woman and falling onto the floor. Dean reached down and gripped Danny by the collar, lifting him up like he weighed nothing and slamming him against the wall. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Get the fuck off me!” Danny cursed, shoving against Dean. But the hunter wouldn’t relent, and he pressed his forearm into Danny’s throat.
“What the fuck did you do?” He growled again, and Danny’s eyes widened.
“I-I-I didn’t do anything yet,” he stuttered.
“Yet?” Dean scoffed. “She’s unconscious and half naked on a bed. That’s not nothing!”
“Look, I just wanted to be with her and-”
“You son of a bitch!” Dean reared his head forward, bashing his forehead into Danny’s nose. He cried out, a spurt of blood running in a stream from each nostril.
“Dean, we gotta get her to a hospital,” Sam said. He had wrapped Y/N up in his coat, covering her bottom half. She was lying limp in his arms, and Dean felt sick. “We don’t know what this fucker gave her.”
Dean’s jaw strained as he seethed. He let go of Danny, whipping his gun out from his belt.
“Woah!” Danny screamed, cowering against the wall. “Hey, now!”
“How many other women have you done this to? Huh?” Dean asked, cocking the gun.
“I-I don’t know! I don’t keep count!” Danny lied. Dean’s hand shot out and curled itself in Danny’s shirt. In one move, he clocked Danny over the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him out cold.
“I’ll take Y/N, you call the cops on this motherfucker,” Dean hissed, spitting on the man below him.
“Okay,” Sam said. Dean turned, face softening at the sight of Y/N in Sam’s arms. “You got her?”
Dean nodded as Sam placed the sleeping woman in his arms. “Yeah. I’ve got her. Always.”
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
My body ached as I came to, a pounding in my head refusing to relent. Taking a deep breath, my eyes fluttered open, squinting at the brightness of the lights above me.
“Hey, sweetheart,” a voice said. I turned my head, brows furrowing.
“Dean? Where am I?”
“You’re in a hospital,” he said softly. He took my hand, fingers lacing with mine. “What do you remember?”
I opened my mouth, trying to conjure up some sort of memory. I closed my mouth with a soft “humph,” and looked away.
“I… I don’t remember anything…”
“Yeah, the doc figured you wouldn’t,” Dean said sadly. “Um. You were drugged, Y/N.”
My head whipped towards him. “What?”
“Danny, he-”
“Danny drugged me?” I asked, eyes widening.
“He brought you back to his hotel and…” He trailed off, and I suddenly had the urge to vomit.
“Oh god… please don’t tell me he…” Tears sprang to my eyes at the thought, and Dean quickly shook his head.
“No. They did tests and they confirmed that he hadn’t done anything yet. We got there just in time,” he said. I relaxed a bit, swallowing back the bile that threatened to come up.
“How close was he?” I asked.
Dean cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Too close.”
I bit my lip, looking down. “I’m sorry, Dean.”
“Hey, no, no. Why are you sorry?” He asked, squeezing my hand. “This isn’t on you at all.”
“I put you through all this trouble and I ruined your night. You don’t… you don’t have long left and I-”
I gasped as suddenly he was leaning forward, his lips pressing against mine. My eyes nearly popped from their sockets in shock, and he pulled away before it began.
“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that given the circumstances,” he muttered, a blush creeping up his neck.
“I… why did you?” I asked dumbly, cringing inwardly at myself.
He gave a short laugh. “I dunno. I guess I’ve always wanted to. I don’t know why I chose right then to do so but-”
This time, it was my turn to lean forward and kiss him. A small gasp slipped past his lips as my hand squeezed his, and he raised his free one to my neck, thumb running gently along my cheek as my mouth molded to his.
“Ahem.”
I jumped away, world tilting a bit as I did so. I looked up at the door, face no doubt like a deer caught in the headlights. Dean just chuckled, bringing my hand up to his lips to press a soft kiss to my knuckles.
“Excellent timing as always, Sammy,” he said, nodding at his brother.
“Sorry, I just wanted to see how you were doing,” Sam said. He held a small bouquet of flowers. “I got you these since I know hospitals kinda freak you out.”
I laughed. “Thanks, Sam. And I’m ok. I have you two to thank for that.”
“Actually, it was really Dean. He was worried and just had a hunch. Knocked the bastard out cold.”
“What?” I said, looking over at him. He shrugged, and I grinned.
“He was trying to hurt my girl. I’d never let that happen.”
I smiled at him dumbly, and he kissed my hand again.
“I’m your girl?” I asked, and his face softened, the sweetest of smiles crossing his lips.
Summary: Y/N was excited for her friends 21st birthday, but when she got a knock on the door she was greeted by two FBI agents with bad news instead of her friends. The things the agents told her changed her life forever.
Warnings: angst, talk of death, written visualization of a dead body, dead friend of reader
A/N: this is written for @spnclassicbingo and kind of a strange portrayal. This is part 1 of I think a 2 part series. We’ll see, but when they’re finished they’ll all be linked appropriately. Let me know what you think of this, please. I’m on my phone so I hope the keep reading insert works okay
Pairings; General (for now, we as writers now how characters can develop on their own lol)
Square filled: Dead Body
W/C: 2k
Y/N had just finished cleaning the kitchen after putting the cake into the oven for her best friends birthday. As the sweet, vanilla aroma filled the room, she skipped around the kitchen to prepare the decorations. There would be about ten people in her little apartment for the party.
Twenty-one was certainly something to be celebrated, so she thoroughly enjoyed the preparations. She set the vodka, rum and whiskey along with mixers on the dining table before pulling one of the chairs around to put steamers on the walls.
She couldn’t help but to hum her favorite songs as she danced around the room, shaking her hips to the music in her head. She might have even been more excited than the birthday girl, but the truth was that she loved to host parties. Her friends jokingly call her the “group mom” for her efforts in making them safe, happy and healthy. She couldn’t help it. She loved them to no end.
So wrapped up in the music filling her ears, she almost missed the knock on the door. Gasping in excitement, she dropped the cups on the table and skipped to the door.
Instead of the few early friends she was expecting, there stood two tall men with somber yet stoic expressions. One wore a suit and tie with the proper suit jacket. The other wore a long jacket, ironically matching the beautiful, brown locks that he brushed out of his face before both held up their badges.
“Agent Sully and this is Agent Hitchcock,” he says.
She stifled a giggle by way of a hand covering her mouth, “aren’t those television characters?”
The shorter man, in comparison to the other, frowned and ignored her cheerful question and manner. “Ms. Y/L/N?”
His seriousness was enough to shock her into dropping the smile and straightening her posture, “yes, that’s me. What’s - what’s going on? Is something wrong?”
“Unfortunately there is,” the long haired man speaks out, she assumed this was Agent Sully. “Mind if we ask you a few questions?” he adds, gesturing into the house.
“Uh, yeah,” she said, opening her body to allow the men to enter. “Couch is just that way,” she pointed.
Agent Sully gave a small nod, smiling when he took the lead. Agent Hitchcock kept his face tight, examining her house on his way through.
When she shut the door behind them, she offered beverages to which both declined.
Agent Sully found his way to the couch, sitting on the edge of it with his hands folding between his knees. The other agent took his time, eyes scanning the alcohol and banners in the house.
He twirled a finger around, “I take it you're expecting people other than a couple of FBI agents,” he jokes with a chuckle, but the laugh is cold, empty.
She crossed her arms, looking proudly at her decorations and smiling at the formation of alcohol on the table, “it’s my best friends birthday,” she gleamed. “I’m throwing her a party.”
He nodded, lips pressed down. The other man squirmed uncomfortably, opening his hands to hold one out, “well, uh-“ he cleared his throat. “We’ll make this quick then,” he said.
The nosy agent found his way to the couch next to his partner, adjusting his pants and tie as he sat. Y/N stood in front of them, anxiously anticipating what was to come.
“Uh, ms.-“ one started.
“Y/N,” she said, withholding the smile. She was no longer excited about the party, her heart beated in an anxious pattern. She kept her arms folded in front of her as the men exchanged a glance.
Agent Hitchcock cleared his throat, and she couldn’t help to think that he was coming down with a cold and how she could help that. “Are you familiar with a woman named,” he stopped to look at the paper in his hands, shuffling it around to pull a picture out. “F/N?” He said before rotating the picture around to show her.
Her heart dropped, the blood rushed from her face. She no longer felt like she could stand and sat in the chair next to the couch, holding the picture to her face. It couldn’t be. It was her birthday, she was a good girl - what kind of trouble could she have gotten into?
“Miss?” One of the agents whispered, a hand on her knee.
She cleared her throat, fully understanding why the agents had been as well. Yet The lump wouldn’t go away and she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe. She dropped the picture into Agent Sully’s lap and moved around the room, absentmindedly opening windows.
Agent Sully stood, “Y/N, do you know this woman?”
“Yes,” she blurted out, hands falling against her side. She focused on the heat from the slap, it was better than the heat in her chest. “What happened? Is she okay?”
She couldn’t believe it. Her hands found their way to her face, tears threatening to run free. Agent Sully wrapped his arms around her, but only to guide her to the chair once again.
When she sat, she uncovered her face, looking between the two men. She thought they either had no empathy for people or deal with this a lot, as their faces remained stoic as they told her about the death of her friend and asked questions regarding people who might have wanted to hurt her. That frustrated Y/N to no end, her face pressed together and she stood once again.
“What are you getting at?” She screeched. “My friend is - is apparently dead and you’re somehow saying she pissed someone off enough to kill her?” Sh accused.
The men stood, holding hands up in their defense and tried to calm her down. “No, look, Y/N,” Agent Sully said, shaking his head gently. “We just want to get to the bottom of this. We want to bring justice to your friend and find out who did this,” he said, exhaling a breath and dropping his hands. “That’s all.”
When she calmed enough, Agent Hitchcock requested the restroom and headed off in the direction she pointed him. Agent Sully took her in his arms again, and that’s when the tears broke free.
No amount of shock could prevent the pain she felt in that moment. She couldn’t focus on the words he was saying. All she wanted to do was smash all of the alcohol bottles against the wall, rip down the banners and throw the cake away.
Her nose crinkled, and the tears stopped long enough for her to realize she’d never pulled the cake from the fridge. “Oh no,” she cried, running to take it out.
She slammed the pan full of black, burnt cake onto the top of the stove, “damn it!” she yelled, tears pouring out again. Her heavy heart pulled her to the floor of the kitchen, tears running down her face rapidly. Her ears were ringing too loud to notice that Agent Sully had pulled her to a stand and wrapped his large body around her in a hug.
She knew she had only just met this person, but the most important person in her life was dead and it didn’t matter who was in front of her. If they were willing to offer solace, she was going to take it. He pulled one arm away to turn off the oven and then pulled her away from him.
With glossy eyes, she looked up at him, “I wanna see her,” she choked.
He only shook his head, mouth agape. The other agent stood behind him then, shaking his head more firmly. “That’s not a good idea,” he said.
She glared in his direction, “why not?”
“Your friend is um,” the softer spoken agent that kept a comfortable grip on her said, “not in very good shape.”
She ripped her body away from him, glaring at the two men. “Take me to her, please,” she cried.
They exchanged another glance. The tall one seemed to be pleading in her favor and the other reluctantly nodded.
__
The morgue was full of people, mostly ones with lab coats and scrubs on. The two men guided her back to the autopsy room where her friend was. The agent hadn’t lied, she looked to be torn to shreds. Her chest was opened like a zipper, a white sheet covered her from the waste down. Even with minimal visibility from the film of tears over her eyes, she could see deep scratch marks covering her friends face.
She brought her shaking arm up to point at her friends chest, “why is her heart missing?”
The two men looked at each other once again, clearly not knowing what to say.
“Why are you guys so damn cryptic?” she shouted.
Agent Sully took quick steps to her, looking out of the window to make sure no one had heard her outburst. He took her in his arms once again, but she was resisting. She didn’t want to be comforted by people who kept secrets. She wanted her friend. It was her birthday for fuck sake.
“We can’t talk about that here,” Agent Sully said softly.
“Take me to where we can talk about it,” she said, crossing her arms. “I want to know everything that you do, damn it.”
—
The two men led her back to their glossy, black Chevy Impala. She sat in the back and they, in the front, twisted around to speak to her face to face.
Agent Sully, with his hands folded together, spoke out, “my name is Sam and this is Dean. We’re - we’re brothers and -“ he looks at his brother, who nods. Looking back at his angry passenger, he continues in a soft whisper, “we’re actually not FBI agents. We hunt… things,” he said, face twisted as her scrunches into a frown.
“I don’t understand,” she said, head shaking. “You ‘hunt’ Things? What the hell does that mean?”
The driver, Dean, flipped around to face her better, “ghosts, vampires, demons, werewolf’s - that kind of thing. Your friend, I’m sorry, was probably killed by a werewolf.”
Sam scolded him, “Dean, gently.”
“I’m sorry,” he quietly shouted, and she felt that it was very insincere. She was proven right when he put his hands in the air and spoke again, “we don’t have time for this, Sam. It’s still out there, hurting people.”
“Is this some kind of prank?”
“No, this is very real,” Dean said, a little sympathy back in his words. “I am sorry, kid, but it’s the truth. Monsters are real and we kill them,” he said.
“No,” she said to herself, tears falling again. The taste of salt stood on her lips as she repeated the word.
“Look, Y/N,” Sam said, handing her a business card. “If you figure anything else out or hear anything about this - call this number to reach us and we’ll be right there, okay?”
She fumbled with the card, looking down at it but her mind was elsewhere. She was numb, lost and felt like she had nothing.
Finally, she spoke out, “I want to go with you.”
“No,” the two men said in unity.
She frowned, “please?”
“No,” Dean said, “no, Y/N, you know nothing about hunting - it’s too dangerous!”
“Then take me home,” she growled. “I’ll figure this out and do it on my own,” she said, crossing her arms and settling back against the seat.
Dean pointed a finger at her, “you’re not doing that either!”
“I do it with you or I do it alone,” she said, “either way, I’m getting revenge for my friend.”
Dean let out a sigh, he’s dealt with this kind before. The stubborn ones are always the most difficult. He rolls his eyes, turning the engine on and driving back to her house.
When they arrive, he turns back around. “Why don’t you sleep on it, huh? We’ll still be in town, so give us a call tomorrow and let us know what you want to do,” he said, merely just hoping she would comply.
She sighed, “okay.” Opening the doors, they lead her to the house and hugged in parting.
She knew her mind wouldn’t and couldn’t be changed. She was set on this new path, and she didn’t care how many bridges she burned on the way, she was going to figure out what goes bump in the night and do what these two do: no matter the cost.
Summary: Growing up, you never had enough money to get what you wanted, but you always got what you needed. Dean provides you with what you need which is all you could ever again.
Squared Filled: Can’t Buy Me Love by The Beatles for @spnsongchallengebingo // snowfall for @spndeanbingo // it’s better to give than to receive for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo // snowfall for @spngenrebingo // soulless!sam for @spndarkbingo // a cabin in the woods for @spnclassicbingo
Fandom: Supernatural
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Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness, they were completely right. Sure, it can buy things that bring joy temporarily, but true happiness doesn’t have a price or a label. Growing up, you had to learn that the hard way. Your family never had much money so you had to resort to other things to make you happy instead of a puppy, a bike, or other toys the other kids had.
In high school, your mom didn’t have enough money to take you to prom so all of your friends pitched in to get you a ticket. It was bad enough that your prom dress was your Sunday nice dress your family made you wear when going to church, you didn't need pity from your friends on money issues.
Nonetheless, you learned to enjoy what you have and to make the most of it. True happiness comes in the form of relationships--families, friends, and boyfriends. Dean Winchester gave you more than you could ever ask for. He provided you with stability, a home, trust, and most importantly… love.
I'll buy you a diamond ring, my friend
If it makes you feel all right
I'll get you anything, my friend
If it makes you feel all right
'Cause I don't care too much for money
Money can't buy me love
“There is no service out here,” you called out, waving your phone in the air by the window. “I don’t know when the snow will clear.”
“That’s okay. I got Baby in the garage. It’s a good thing if you think about it. We have the whole place to ourselves,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist. Turning around to face him, you leaned against his body and inhaled his scent.
“True. Thank God Sam got sick,” he chuckled.
“What are we going to do here? I know this is an old Hunter’s cabin, and there’s enough food to last a week, but what are we going to do?”
“I know what we can do,” he started to say.
“No, not that. Well, maybe later,” you winked.
“No, well, yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about. When was the last time we were able to have a proper snow day? Let’s go play in the snow!” he laughed.
“In what clothes? We’ll freeze.”
Dean thought for a second before untangling himself from you. He stalked to the hall closet and opened it, grinning when he found what he hoped was in there. He grabbed two big furry coats that would easily keep you warm in the frigid air. He held them up with the same grin, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his child-like attitude.
Regardless, you two put them on and trekked outside for a fun day in the snow. Having the coats on was better than having nothing even if you were kind of cold. Still, memories like this were priceless, so you had to snatch them up whenever you could grab them. You’ve never played in the snow before, and it was clear that Dean hadn’t either, so you two just screwed around until it became a game of tag.
Dean was it, and you ran like hell away from him. It was hard due to the snow being up to your knees, but you had fun. Your legs were getting cold, and you hoped to God that the cabin had hot water. Otherwise, you’ll have to dry by the fire.
Dean ran at you as fast as he could lifting his legs higher than you to get those wide strides. He caught up to you in no time, reaching out to grab at your coat. The snow was thick and puffy which didn’t provide a very sturdy platform to begin with. Dean accidentally tripped, taking you down with him. Letting out a shriek, you fell down first and Dean landed on top of you.
Your hair was splayed all around you, and your normally pale skin was almost as white as the snow. Your cheeks were tinted rosy pink as well as the tip of your nose. Dean supported himself by his arms as he stared down at you lovingly.
“You’re so white,” he laughed. Reaching up, you placed your icy fingers on his cheeks without warning. He yelped and reared back from the shock of it.
“And you’re… still tan. What the fuck, Winchester? How are you still warm?”
“I’m a big man,” he smirked.
“My big man.”
“Come on, I know of a way to quickly warm you up,” he grinned, helping you to your feet.
I'll give you all I've got to give
If you say you love me, too
I may not have a lot to give
But what I've got I'll give to you
I don't care too much for money
Money can't buy me love
“You had no right to do that to me!” you screamed, slamming your jacket on the library table.
“He was going to kill you! I did it to save your life! Uh, you’re welcome by the way,” Dean scoffed. Sam had gotten out of the crossfire as soon as he could because this was an argument between you and your asshole boyfriend.
“I could have handled that myself! You know how important this kill was for me! You never think before you do, Dean,” you groaned, rolling your eyes in protest.
For over a year, you’ve been tracking a certain monster that had gotten away from you since you first had a brawl with it. Because it slipped from your grasp, it started killing people as a way to taunt you for not killing him before. It’s been your goal for a whole year to get this guy and kill him, and when you finally fucking do, Dean takes the kill right from under you.
“I’m sorry, okay? But I was thinking of you!”
“Yeah, well next time don’t. Okay?” you spit, stomping away. What you did hurt him, you knew that, but you were pissed enough as it is. He was only trying to help, and the important thing is, is that the monster is dead and not hurting anyone else. Dean tries to give you everything he possibly could and rarely asks for anything in return. He was only trying to help you, but in your angered stated, you couldn’t see that.
It took some time for you to calm down, and when you did, you were already asleep in your shared bed. Dean entered the room as quietly as possible to see the covers off and away from your body. He knew how easily you got cold, so he gently raised the end of the blanket to cover your entire body. Despite the fight, he still loves and cares for you.
And he knew you felt the same way.
Say you don't need no diamond rings
And I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of things
That money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money
Money can't buy me love
“Sam! Stop!” you screamed, ducking to avoid the knife that he threw at your head. Ever since he came back from the pit with Lucifer, he lost the one thing that made him who he is: his soul. Without a soul, he was just plain mean if he got angry. When he was happy, he was still dull and didn’t care about anything, but at least he wasn’t trying to kill you.
A hunt had gone wrong and he got frustrated that it didn’t go his way. He thought you were the cause of why it went wrong so he decided to take his anger out on you.
“If you hadn’t stepped in, then maybe those people would still be alive!” he yelled, grabbing yet another knife to throw at you. The whole Bunker was a mess because he had been chasing you for the last hour and a half. In order to get to you, he had to take care of Dean first which is why he was passed out on the bed from where Sam knocked him out.
“Sam! It wasn’t my fault! Stop!”
Sam threw one more knife at your head, and you barely missed it. It got so close to your ear that you heard the whoosh of metal as it passed by. Before he could try and get another one, Dean rammed into his side and tackled him. Jumping at the sudden appearance of the intruder, you witnessed both brothers fighting each other for different reasons. All Dean needed to do was to distract his brother long enough for you to make your escape.
“Go! Get out of here!” Dean yelled. Jumping into action, you leaped over both brothers to get to the exit but looked back at your boyfriend. He would give his life up in order to protect you, and because of that, you knew you couldn’t leave him. Thinking on your toes, you grabbed the nearest item to use as a weapon. It was a book, but a heavy one at that.
Running at Sam, you swung the book down on his head as hard as you could. He grunted in pain and slumped to the floor, laying limp at his brother’s feet. Dean panted and looked at you before sliding his eyes to the book in your hands.
“Really? A book?”
“What?” you looked at the cover. “European myths on Tricksters really kill.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” he grunted as he got up.
“We’re in this together. I love you so much and you’ve given me more than I can imagine.”
“I love you too,” he smiled.
“Now help me drag your brother to the dungeon room until we figure out how to get his soul back.”
“Yeah, good idea,” he nodded, grabbing a leg while you grabbed the other one. True love means a lot of things, especially when it means dragging a knocked-out sasquatch across the Bunker’s concrete floor.
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Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Casifer
Word Count: 1,716
Warnings: casfier angst but nothing explicit, dehydration, angst, mostly fluff
Summary: Once you got your first taste of Dean Winchester, you didn’t realize how starving you actually were.
Squared Filled: Starving by Hailee Steinfeld // “I will kiss all your freckles” // Soulmates au // Roommate’s brother // Hugs // Casfier // Eating pie // Dehydration
Fandom: Supernatural
Beta: she wants to remain anonymous
Author’s Note: This is for @spnsongchallengebingo and @goodthingshappenbingo and @spndeanbingo and @spnfluffbingo2019 and @spngenrebingo and @spndarkbingo and @spnclassicbingo and @badthingshappenbingo respectively and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.
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There hasn’t been anyone in your life that makes you feel the way that Dean does. Before him, you were just a shy girl who couldn’t come out of her shell for anyone. Dean was… something different. He was the type of man that would go after anything he wanted and get it. He expelled confidence that you wished you had.
Ever since you got your first taste of Dean, you never settled for another flavor again.
You know just what to say
Shit, that scares me, I should just walk away
But I can't move my feet
The more that I know you, the more I want to
Something inside me's changed
I was so much younger yesterday, oh
“Sam,” you hissed. Reaching over, you smacked him in the arm to get him to wake up. There was someone in your apartment, and you didn’t know who it was, what they wanted, or what their intentions were.
“What?” he mumbled sleepily.
“There’s someone in the apartment. Please get up!”
“Wait, what?” he asked, more awake at the fear in your voice.
“There is someone here! Wake up!” you urged once again. There was a crash in the living room, which woke Sam right up. He shot out of bed and looked at you with wide eyes.
“Stay behind me,” he whispered, grabbing the bat he had by his bedroom door. Sam was a big guy and super strong, so you knew the intruder would have a hard time taking him down than if you were to go up against them. He snuck out of the room with you trailing close behind. Peering into the living room, you saw a silhouette of someone standing by the shelf where you kept all of your really good pictures--portraits, photoshoots, and silly pictures.
Sam held up a hand, which signaled you to stay where you are. He crept up behind the stranger and took him down, not expecting him to fight back. The two people started fighting, but the stranger got the upper hand and pinned Sam down onto the floor.
“Sam!” you yelled, covering your mouth immediately after.
“You’re getting rusty, little brother,” the stranger grinned.
“Dean?!” Sam exclaimed, shoving his older brother off him.
“You know him?” you asked as the two men stood up. Sam reached over and turned on the light, letting you see who this person was. As soon as you and Dean made eye contact, it was like something happened to your body. There was a pull coming from his body to yours, and you felt your legs began moving towards him. It was as if your body was telling you that this was the man you’ve been searching for your entire life.
“Yeah, he’s my older brother. What the hell, man? You couldn’t have come through the front door like a normal person?” Sam yelled.
“Who are you?” Dean asked, ignoring his brother’s concern.
“Y/N, I’m Sam’s roommate,” you smiled, shaking his hand tightly.
“What are you doing here, Dean?”
“Dad’s on a hunting trip… and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”
You know just how to make my heart beat faster
Emotional earthquake, bring on disaster
You hit me head-on, got me weak in my knees
Yeah, something inside me's changed
I was so much younger yesterday, ye-eah
So much younger yesterday, oh, yeah
You didn’t know how long you’ve been here or when Sam or Dean is going to come and save you, but you did know one thing: Lucifer was a giant asshole. Your throat was dry as hell, and no matter how much saliva you managed to muster up, it wasn’t enough to hydrate your throat.
Lucifer kidnapped you when he figured out that Dean had a Hand of God. He wanted it, so he took the one thing that mattered to him--you. He’s been keeping you locked up in a cage, depriving you of water. In order to keep you alive, he would give you just enough to keep your organs from shutting down. It’s not like he needed to do that--he could easily heal you of any major repercussions. However, he wanted you to feel the pain, and to feel the sweet release the tiny amount of water he would give you.
“You’re not going to get it,” you whispered, looking at the archangel who inhabited your friend. Castiel thought it was a good idea to let Lucifer inside of him since he promised he could take down the Darkness from within. Castiel let him in, and now he isn’t planning on leaving.
“Don’t be so sure, sweetheart. I have ways of getting what I want,” Lucifer grinned. Seeing Castiel’s face really clouded you with confusion, but that was the dehydration talking.
“I need water,” you whispered, not having the energy to get up.
“I think you can go a few more hours without it,” he laughed. Since there wasn’t a lot of things to do in the cage except to sit there and wait for Death, you thought of Dean. He must be so worried about you as he searched high and low for you. Ever since joining him and his brother, you’ve been accepted into the family as part of their own.
The only thing keeping you going right now was Dean, and only because you knew he was your soulmate. There was something that pulled you to him when you first met him, and that pull hasn’t gone away since. He got your heart pounding at the mere thought of him, even if you were facing certain death.
Yes, being with him in this life was risky, but if it meant you got to wake up next to him every morning, you would take on that disaster. He was the kind of man that made any kind of hell and nightmare worth it.
“Sweetheart?” Dean whispered as he fumbled with the cage.
“Dean?” you asked when you opened your eyes.
“I’m here. I’m going to get you out of here. Just hold on a little longer, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded. Maybe he was a hallucination, or maybe this was real, but you were going to do what he said no matter what.
I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you
Don't need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo
It’s been days since Dean and Sam left to go on a hunt. They wanted you to stay at the Bunker since you’ve been feeling sick the past few days. If it wasn't for the constant throwing up and the high fever, then you would have gone with them. Thankfully, you’ve been feeling a lot better physically.
Emotionally, you were a wreck.
The last thing you heard from Dean was that they finished the case, and they were on their way home. That was about two days ago, and they still weren't back yet. Neither brother was answering their phones, so it’s not like you could get an update. Castiel was nowhere to be seen or heard, so it’s not like you could ask him about them. All the cars in the Bunker were either too damaged to work or needed some serious repairs that you didn't know how to do, which meant you couldn’t go after them.
The only thing you could do was sit here and hope that they make it back okay.
It’s been a few hours since you last checked the time, and you actually fell asleep at one of the library tables. The bunker door creaked open, which is what woke you up. The pounding of heavy feet and grunts filled your ears, and it took a moment to figure out what they were back home. Scrambling out of your seat, you rushed into the war room and threw yourself at Dean.
He grunted at the force of you, but he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. Sam patted you on the back as he passed by and headed straight to his room to take a shower and change.
“You’re back home,” you muttered in his neck.
“I’m home,” he whispered. Dean could make your entire body flair up in heat or flutter at the sound of his voice because he had that power over you. It wasn’t fair, but if you really thought about it, you were the luckiest woman on Earth.
By the way, by the way, you do things to my body
I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you
“I really did good on this one?” you asked, still unsure of yourself. Dean had been working hard this week, and you thought it was a good idea to make him his favorite kind of pie.
“How about you taste it?” he asked after taking another forkful.
“I’m not really a pie person. I made this for you.”
“Come here and taste it,” he whispered, leaving some on the tip of his upper lip. Getting the vibe he was putting down, you leaned across the table and latched your lips onto his. The sweet cherry filling that was sitting on his lips was swallowed by you, but you didn’t pull away. The pie had a good taste, and the pie mixed with Dean was a good taste, but raw Dean was the best taste you have ever experienced.
“What are you doing?” he chuckled when your lips peppered the skin on his face. The night ended with you two snuggling in bed. It’s been an emotional month, to say the least, so it was nice to relax in bed with nothing and no one to worry about.
“I will kiss all your freckles,” you grinned, laying down light kisses on each freckle you saw. Dean grinned, but he grabbed your waist and lightly shoved you off him so he could look into your eyes.
“I don’t know where I would be if you weren't in my life,” he admitted.
“You would be left with a lot fewer kisses,” you joked.
“I’m serious. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you properly.
If there was one thing you knew for certain, it’s that you didn’t know you were starving until you tasted him.
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Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester
Word Count: 1,412
Warnings: pregnancy fluff
Summary: Sam leaves on a hunt and a month later, he comes back to see your belly has grown which can only mean one thing...
Squared Filled: I Swear by All-4-One // absence makes the heart grow fonder // Disney world // fireworks // painting
Fandom: Supernatural
Beta: she wants to remain anonymous
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They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and in most cases, that proves to be true. Sometimes, when you stay home from a hunt and the brothers are out, you miss them so much that you actually find it in your heart to love them even more. When they get home, you jump in their arms and kiss their faces because you’re glad that they’re home. You spend all night in Sam’s bed, showing him just how much you missed him.
It’s times like those that you love, but you hate the waiting part. You hate the not knowing part. You hate the dread you get when you miss a phone call or when they don’t call at all. There’s always a reasonable explanation for it all, but it still doesn’t make you feel better.
Not until you’re back in his arms, and he’s back in yours.
I see the questions in your eyes
I know what's weighing on your mind
You can be sure I know my heart
'Cause I'll stand beside you through the years
You'll only cry those happy tears
And though I make mistakes
I'll never break your heart
“Do you really have to go?” you whimpered, hanging onto his hand tightly as if that would make him change his mind and stay.
“You could come with. You seem to be feeling better,” Sam suggested. It was taking everything in you to not blurt out the secret you’ve been hiding from him for weeks now. Saying it would change everything, and his whole life would be turned upside down. He would want to stop hunting to be by your side, and when the little bundle of joy came into the world, then he would stop hunting forever.
The world needed people like him, which is why you kept your mouth shut.
“I’m still throwing up. I can’t go,” you sighed. Yes, you were throwing up, but it wasn't because you were sick. Sam and Dean were supposed to be gone for about three weeks since this hunt was on the other side of the country, and it’s was one of the toughest monsters they’ve faced, so it required more time on their part.
“I promise to call every single night. I know that look, and this time, I promise I will. I won’t let you down, Y/N. We have to go now, but I’ll be back before you know it,” he promised, giving you a lasting kiss on your lips. With a sigh, you watched as the older brother pulled out of the garage with the father of your unborn child in the passenger seat.
I'll give you every thing I can
I'll build your dreams with these two hands
We'll hang some memories on the walls
And when just the two of us are there
You won't have to ask if I still care
'Cause as the time turns the page, my love won't age at all
It’s finally here; the moment you’ve been waiting for three weeks. Sam was finally coming home, and this time, it’s going to be him that has the surprise. As much as you wanted to hide the bump you knew you were showing off, you realized you wanted him to find out. It’s been twelve weeks since you got pregnant, and you couldn’t wait to tell him. If all this time apart has taught you anything, it’s how much you knew he would love this news.
The bunker door opened, but you stayed right where you are despite your body wanting to run to him.
“Y/N?” he called out when you didn’t greet him like you usually did.
“In here,” you called out, still firmly planted on the ground. You made sure to wear your revealing outfit so he wouldn’t doubt that you were pregnant. He and his older brother walked into the room, and both of their eyes immediately went to the hump on your stomach. They dropped their bags to the ground, and Sam walked slowly over to you.
“Are you…? Are we…?” he couldn’t seem to finish his questions.
“Yes, and yes,” you grinned. He scooped you up happily and spun you around before planting you on the ground once more.
“Congratulations, Y/N,” Dean smiled, leaning down and kissing your cheek. He left the room to give you and Sam some privacy.
“How…?”
“I’m pretty sure you know how,” you chuckled. “When I was throwing up, it was morning sickness. I didn’t know how to tell you before. I’m sorry I waited all this time, but I was scared. I don’t want you to stop hunting just because of me.”
“I can’t even think about hunting right now when all I can think about is what we’re going to paint their room.”
“What?” you giggled, looking into his eyes.
“I will transform this Bunker into the home you’ve always wanted. I’ll paint the walls whatever color you want, and we’ll buy everything we can that ensures our child will be comfortable. I will build whatever you need, and we can start taking pictures and hanging them on the walls. We can make this place look like a real home. I’ll do anything you want; all for you.”
“Sam,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.
“I won’t let you down,” he whispered. You didn't know if he was talking to you or the baby, but you knew he wouldn’t.
“We know,” you whispered back.
And I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky
I'll be there
I swear like a shadow that's by your side
I'll be there
For better or worse, till death do us part
I'll love you with every beat of my heart
And I swear
“You’re taking me to Disney World?” you asked with a grin. He made you come on this hunt with him and Dean. He assured you that you didn't have to do any hunting, but he didn’t tell you why he was making you come with them. It’s been three months since he found out you were pregnant, and he’s been the perfect father-to-be. He made sure you got whatever you wanted and needed, and he made sure the baby heard their father’s voice every single night.
You both decided not to know the gender of the baby since you thought you would enjoy the surprise. The only person who knew was Dean since he stated that it would drive him crazy not knowing. He promised to keep his mouth shut, and so far, he’s been doing a good job of that.
“Yeah. We are doing a hunt near here, and I thought it would be good to take you here,” Sam smiled as you two walked into the park. There were screaming kids everywhere, which only reminded you that you would have one of your own soon.
“Is the hunt over with?”
“Dean is taking care of it as we speak. He gave us the evening to come here.”
“I can’t really ride most of these rides. I’m afraid you wasted your money.”
“We’re not going on the rides. Well, not the ones you can’t go on,” he grinned.
“Samuel, what do you have planned?”
“You’ll see,” he chuckled, leading you through the park. All day, you two went on the rides that you were able to go on like It’s A Small World After All and relaxing rides like those kinds. It’s only until the end of the day when he really let you in on why he took you there. As soon as it hit midnight, the park let off a stream of fireworks. The colors burst in different shapes and sizes all around you. Purple, blue, red, orange, yellow, and so many other colors exploded into the air, creating the perfect atmosphere for the two of you.
Sam looked down at you with such love and admiration, already planning the next steps in his head. He made a promise to himself that he was always going to be there for you no matter what. No matter if it’s through the bad times or the good times, through sickness or in health, or any other kind of situation. He was always going to make sure that you were well taken care of--you and his child.
This was the moment that he made a promise to himself that he was going to marry you sooner rather than later.
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Summary: Castiel doesn’t know why you’re so different... why he loses all of his control whenever he’s around you.
Squared Filled: (God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time On You by *NSYNC // Kindness from a stranger // Undercover in a gay bar // Shark week // SNuggling // Jealousy // Hellhound glasses // Decapitation
Fandom: Supernatural
Beta: she wants to remain anonymous
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In all my years of life, I never thought I would ever fall for a human. I don’t even know that much about them, but I do know her. Before I met her, I used to have control of every little thing. I wouldn’t let anyone else dictate how I should feel or what I should do. I am a warrior and a soldier, there was no room to give up control. I fought alongside my brothers and sisters, against battles that didn’t even compare to the ones held on Earth. Battles that took a lot of strength from me, but I managed to claim victory every single time, even if I lost.
However, humanity and emotions were just something I couldn't control, no matter how much I tried.
Can this be true?
Tell me, can this be real?
How can I put into words what I feel?
My life was complete
I thought I was whole
Why do I feel like I'm losing control?
The only reason I’m doing this is that I didn’t want Charlie to go on this mission alone, and she gave me permission to take over her body just this once if it meant we caught the bad guy. Sam and Dean were waiting outside while I walked into the gay bar where our suspected monster worked. There was nothing but girls here, and the only guys that were here were gay. The shifter was somewhere in here since we saw her come in here not that long ago. As soon as I walked in, I got stares from women all around me, and I had to remind myself that I was occupying my female friend who just so happened to like women.
Ignoring their advances, I walked to the bar and asked the bartender for a drink. While she was busy making my drink, I took out the phone that Dean lent me so I could use the camera to see where the shifter might be. If anyone asked, I would just say that I don’t know how to use one and was trying to take a picture of myself with good lighting. The bartender set my drink down in front of me, but I was too occupied with my phone to pay attention to it. Scanning the room for the shifter, I looked at the screen to see if anyone’s eyes shined when they passed over the camera.
I reach for my drink to not look suspicious when I heard her voice.
“Excuse me?” I looked over at the person who the voice belonged to, and I could have sworn I felt my heart jump. “Hi, I wouldn't drink that if I were you.”
“Why?” I ask, setting it down.
“Someone put something in it. They ran off so fast, I couldn’t catch their face, but it’s drugged.”
“Not many people would tell me that.”
“I’m not many people,” she smiled. I knew she was human, but there was something so alluring about her that drew me in. I couldn’t stop staring at her.
“I’m sorry, I’m staring.”
“No, it’s okay. You here with anyone?”
“It’s just me. You?”
“Yeah, my friends dragged me here even though I don’t like women that way. I prefer men, but I wanted to hang with my girls, so I came,” she chuckled.
“That’s nice of you.”
“And that’s them calling me right now. I have to go but pay attention to your drinks. I’m Y/N.”
“Charlie.”
In all of creation, all things great and small
You are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than any diamond or pearl
They broke the mold when you came in this world
I had to tell Y/N who I really was after we first met. Turns out, one of her friends was the shifter, and I had to kill her right in front of her. She was upset, of course, but once she understood what was going on, she wanted to know more about what Sam, Dean, and I do. When she figured out I wasn’t really a woman, we became closer. She wanted to be with me, and after talking about it with the brothers, they decided that she could stay with us.
It didn’t take long for Y/N to become adjusted to our world. In fact, some might say she was born for it. Her fighting skills were excellent, she knew how to handle firearms, and when she set her mind to something, she got it done no matter what.
All of this only confirmed my feelings for her. I was falling for a human, and I was losing control quickly.
“Get back here!” Y/N yelled, running after the vampire who tried to escape her. It was a messy night, and it took all four of us to take down two big nests of vampires that were terrorizing neighboring towns. Y/N was still pretty new to this, but she was turning out to do just fine. She was spunky, and I couldn’t even begin to understand how a human could represent an angel so much. Not my kind of angel, but the angel I’ve only read about in books.
She ran after the vampire and pounced on his back, tackling him to the ground. She brought down her machete on his neck, effectively decapitating him. Once she knew he was dead, she stood up and wiped the blood on her ripped jeans. Her whole outfit was completely ruined by the blood and mud, and her jeans were torn in multiple places, some bigger than others. It’s the only reason why I noticed the blood on the inside of her thighs.
“You’re bleeding,” I pointed out, walking over to her. Sam and Dean caught up with us just as I reached her. She looked down at her thighs but shrugged it off.
“It’s no big deal.”
“No, you could be hurt.”
“Cas, she’s not hurt,” Dean commented, knowing what it was.
“What are you talking about? She’s bleeding.”
“Yeah, because I haven’t had time to change my tampon. Don’t worry, Cas, I’m okay,” she smiled, patting me on the shoulder as she passed by me.
“I don’t understand,” I frowned, looking at the brothers for help.
“She’s on her period, Cas. Every woman goes through it.”
“She must be in pain.”
“Terrible pain, but we had to catch the bad guys, yeah? Now I really need a shower and some food,” she said as she walked away, giving me a look from over her shoulder.
“She’s an angel,” I whispered, but I knew Dean must have heard me by the way he smirked.
I never thought that love could feel like this
And you've changed my world with just one kiss
How can it be that right here with me
There's an angel?
It's a miracle
The more Y/N hunted with us, the more we got to know each other. The more she hunted, the more I realized just how much I was falling for her. It got so bad that I had to tell her how I felt, or else I would regret it for the rest of my life, and I don’t regret a lot of things. I was relieved when she told me that she felt the same way about me too.
However, we haven’t really talked about what we were or where we were going to go from that. If it were up to me, I would take her to the side, and talk it out, but we were meeting Meg to get some information on Crowley who seemed to be missing. Apparently, Meg was the only demon who knew where he was, but I had a feeling she said she would help just to see me.
“Hey there, Clarence,” Meg smirked once she saw me. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t say anything about it.
“Where is Crowley?”
“What, no big hug or sweet kiss? Don’t I get anything in return for this?” she asked. I could see Y/N off to the side, and by the looks of it, her blood was boiling. Before I had a chance to answer, she came stomping over to the two of us with fire in her eyes. She grabbed my cheeks and planted her lips on mine. I could feel the jealousy radiate off her kiss, but I didn’t mind it.
It felt kind of nice to have someone care so much that they were jealous.
Y/N’s lips on mine felt so nice I didn’t even register what she said when she pulled away. She seemed angry at Meg, but all I could think about was that kiss. There was something so special about human kisses because I knew that it meant a lot more.
It only took one kiss to change my whole world, and I was fine with that.
Your love is like a river
Peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret
That I never could keep
When I look into your eyes
I know that it's true
God must have spent
A little more time
On you
(A little more time, yes he did baby)
“What’s it like to be an angel?” Y/N asked me in bed. I held her in my arms, and I used my Grace to keep her warm in all places so that she didn’t feel the cold. The Bunker’s heater was slightly broken, so only the rooms closest to the boiler room got the heat, which meant her room was cold. I tried my best to keep her warm, and by the look of the blissful smile on her face, she was.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what’s it like to fly? To have wings? To never feel hunger or sickness or disease.”
“I’m not sure. I wouldn't have anything to compare it to.”
“You have wings, right?” she asked, looking up at me.
“I do.”
“Why can’t I see them?”
“You can see the shadow they cast, but wings are invisible to the human eye.”
“Oh,” she nodded. I could tell by the way she flitted her eyes back and forth that she had an idea brewing. “Like Hellhounds.”
“I guess, yeah.”
“I’ll be right back,” she grinned, untangling herself from my arms. She ran out of the room and returned a short time later with a pair of glasses in her hands.
“What’s that?”
“Hellhound glasses. Hellhounds are invisible to humans, as well. I figured they may work on your wings,” she grinned. I didn’t want to get her hopes up in case it didn’t work, but that smile was too big and bright for me to kill.
“Try it,” I nodded. I made sure my wings were extended when she placed them on her face, but she didn’t say anything when she did. “Do you see them?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, letting tears fall from her eyes.
“Why are you crying?”
“I didn’t think angel wings could be so beautiful,” she gasped happily, covering her mouth with her hands.
I was completely and utterly in love with her.
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