a yawn escaped as you stood up out of your bed, wishing you didn’t have to leave it. the boys had gone on a hunting trip two days ago and you stayed back to help them with any research they might have need you to do. that and you were still recovering from the last hunt which had taken a toll on you. though you argued and said you were fine, sam and dean refused to let you join; a part of you was thankful because deep down you knew a break would do you good.
you made your way to dean’s room, grabbing his red flannel that he had left hung up in his closet. it was your favorite, and somehow it always seemed to be the one he left behind. you threw it over you, buttoning it up and smiling at the thought of him. you and him had something special, though you never labelled it. you flirted, sometimes slept in the same bed when one of you had a rough day and the other wanted to be there for comfort, shared a few drunken kisses, sometimes more.
you were close to both of them of course, and loved them like best friends, but dean being dean, made his way into your heart on a whole other level. though you both had yet to admit to one another you wanted to be in a real relationship, you both knew it, and neither could imagine being this close to anyone else.
the smell of his cologne still lingered on the flannel, causing you to smile once again before leaving his room and making way to the kitchen, where you began to cook some breakfast. you hadn’t received any texts saying they needed you to look anything up yet, so you took advantage of it.
clicking shuffle on your music playlist, you began to sing along to songs as you cooked. you remember sitting in the backseat of the impala when you first met sam and dean as dean showed you all of his favorite songs, which quickly became yours as well.
your all time favorite, carry on my wayward son, began to play making you sing softly at first, but as the song continued you found yourself singing louder, grabbing the whisk and using it as a microphone. you swayed and danced around, never hearing dean as he walked to the kitchen entrance and leaned against the door frame.
he smiled, admiring every little thing about the moment as it played out in front of him. the girl he loved, foolishly dancing around to his favorite song all the while wearing that damn flannel. he watched you up and down, from your bare legs to the messy morning hair, biting his lip as he prayed the moment would never end.
you jumped, quickly laying the whisk down in embarrassment once you caught dean watching.
“i was just-” you began, but before you could finish he cut you off. “being ridiculously hot in my shirt, dancing around the kitchen while cooking bacon? please, don’t stop on my account.” you blushed, of course he would find a way to make you feel so good in a moment of pure embarrassment.
“you like what you see, huh?” you teased as he move towards you, laying his bag down on the floor and pulling you in by the waist.
“do I ever.” he replied quickly before kissing you with more passion than you ever felt before.
Imagine: Discovering you're more equipped for handling the things that go bump in the night than you thought.
"So I was thinking of going out to Tipsy Duckling again tonight" Your friend Penelope says over the phone as you change the channel on your TV.
"Again? Isn't that like the third time this week? Should I be concerned? Do you need an intervention?" You tease.
"Please, the only reason I go so much is because the bartender is hot and knows how to make a good martini." She scoffs.
"You don't even like martinis..."
"No, but I do like attractive men." Penelope replies, and you both laugh. "Will you please come out with me tonight? He might have a hot friend!"
Changing channels again with a sigh you say, "I don't know-"
"PLEASE?" Penny interrupts.
Rolling your eyes, you turn the TV off and sit up from your slouched position on the couch as you say "Fine. Meet you there in 20."
"YAY!" You hear her yell before you hang up.
"Why am I even friends with you?" You laugh to yourself as you set the remote and your phone down before heading over to your closet to look at your options. You've always been more comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt, but know that if you're going out you should at least make some effort to look nice. Turning around to look at your pants, you settle on a pair of skinny jeans with rips and holes on the legs before grabbing a tank top and blue flannel along with some white Converse. Laying them out on the couch, you shrug and say. "Good enough."
After putting on some mascara and eyeliner, you feel like you've put in just enough effort to look presentable and grab your car keys before heading out. As you turn around to lock your front door, you bump shoulders with a man in an army green jacket that matches his eyes that you catch as he mutters "Sorry" before continuing down the hall. Once he passes by, you see him push a black handle deeper into his jacket pocket which you immediately recognize as a gun.
Heart pounding, you fumble with your keys to unlock your door when the key snaps.
"Crap!" You quietly exclaim, looking down the hallway the man walked down. Knowing you're out of options, you decide to make a break for it as you round the corner and bump into another man you've never seen before.
"Whoa, there!" He says, roughly pushing you off of him.
"H-He's got..." You say breathlessly, heart still pounding with wide eyes. "He's got a gun!"
Instead of matching your level of fear, the mysterious stranger's blue eyes seem to darken a little and you swear they turn almost black for a second. However, you blow it off as your active imagination and stammer out again "D-Didn't you hear me? He's got a gun!"
"Come with me." He grabs your wrist roughly and pulls you towards the stairwell. Right before he opens the door, another taller man with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes bursts through. Your scream of alarm is quickly cut off by the stranger you thought was helping you grabbing you by the neck with one hand, the other covering your mouth.
"Dean!" The tall man who just came from the stairs yells at he raises his own gun to point at the stranger. When you look up at him in alarm, you see that his stone cold face has twisted its way into a malicious smile.
"Let me go, or I'll snap her neck." He says coldly, letting his grin spread wider before he blinks and lets his eyes turn completely black. Through his hand you let out a muffled scream of alarm. The other man you bumped a minute ago comes racing around the corner, and you're pulled even tighter against the black-eyed stranger as he turns you to face the green-eyed one who's holding up his own gun. "Put down your guns!" The man yells.
The two gun-wielding strangers look at each other, neither looking as though they intend to follow the man- or thing that's holding you hostage's commands. Heart still pounding and eyes still wide, you scream again, this time in frustration. Knowing these strangers would rather let you die so they can kill whatever it is that's holding you, you decide to take matters into your own hands.
Raising your right leg, you kick backwards with your foot as hard as you can until your heel connects with the stranger's knee. With an anguished yell that drowns out the crack of his leg breaking, he loosens his grip enough for you to be able to headbutt him with the side of your own head. Stars immediately blur your vision and a ringing in your right ear muffles his continued yelling.
"You BITCH!" You're able to hear him exclaim.
"Move!" The green-eyed man yells and you use your left leg to kick the black-eyed stranger in the groin before diving out of the way. Your left shoulder hits the wall hard enough to force your eyes closed just as you hear the boom of a gunshot, and you open them in time to see the man's mouth fall open with bright light emitting from it before he succumbs to the gunshot wound to his head and falls to the ground, dead.
The brown-haired man immediately drops his own gun to run over to your side. Grabbing you by your left arm which immediately burns with an aching pain, you groan slightly as he helps you sit up.
"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, looking into your eyes with a look of concern.
"Mmmm, nope." You cringe. "I think I dislocated my shoulder."
Picking up the gun that the brown-eyed stranger dropped, the green-eyed one walks over to you and kneels by your side. "I can help with that, but you're not going to like it." With clenched teeth and a furrowed brow, you look at his outstretched hand and nod in approval. Slowly, he grabs your left wrist with his right hand and places his left on your left collarbone right next to your shoulder. The other man draws a quick breath through his teeth and offers out his own hand to hold onto which you take graciously. Looking up at the ceiling, you hear the shorter man say "On three. One-" He pulls quickly and you feel a sharp but fleeting pain followed by immediate relief as you squeeze the other stranger's hand and groan under your breath.
"Think you missed a couple of numbers, there." You sigh, letting go of man's hand. Trying to push yourself up, you accept help from both of them and say "Thanks." Your eyes immediately go to the empty dead eyes of the crumpled stranger laying a couple of feet away. "W-what the hell just happened?" You look between both of the strangers who exclaim another look.
"You wanna take this or should I?" The man who just relocated your shoulder chuckles slightly.
"Maybe we both should." The other man chuckles.
"Huh?" You say, turning your head a couple of times to look at both of them.
"He was a demon." The green-dressed man says.
"We hunt things like him." The other man says, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes.
"Hunt...? Demons...?" You ask in bewilderment.
"I know, this can be a lot." The brown-eyed man says, nodding a couple of times in understanding.
"That's the understatement of the century." You scoff, rubbing your left shoulder which is still a bit sore from the collision with the wall.
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" The green man asks.
"I didn't." You shrug, watching the men take their turn at looking bewildered. "Just felt like instinct."
"Hell of an instinct." The man says. "Name's Dean." He holds out his hand and you shake it tentatively. "That's Sam."
"Hi." The brown-eyed man smiles as you shake his own hand.
"Nice to meet you, I guess." You say, looking at the man on the floor again. Slowly, you walk over to him and stare for a couple of seconds. "Demon, huh?"
"Yep." Dean says. "Killed a lot of women around your age."
"We think he was targeting you next." Sam adds.
You kick his foot hard and watch his head loll side to side lifelessly.
Another couple of seconds go by, and Dean fills the silence by saying "What are you thinking?"
Taking another second, you look at the body before saying "I'm thinking..." You turn around. "Sign me up."
Sam x Reader-Supporting Sam when he started the trials
Personally, throughout most seasons, I felt like Sam just wanted someone to believe in him.
While you were on a hunt away from the boys, you hadn't wrapped up the case just yet, but you were missing the sweet voice of your sweetest Sam, so you called him.
Even though he didn’t answer the first time, he called back right after, which gave you a weird feeling. When he answered, he said, “Hey, Y/N,” a bit too quickly. You raised an eyebrow as your suspicion radar spiked.
Being hunter kept those skills sharp, but the way the boys kept their secrets were the real tests. Testing the water, you simply said, “Nice to hear from you. What are you and Dean doing now? Still at the base?”
“Uh...No actually we are just checking in on Kevin.” The short answer and almost robotic answer didn’t help calm your feeling, but you still answered calmly, “Oh, did anything happen? Everyone okay?”
“He’s been overworking himself.” Sam said sincerely unlike how cautious he was before.
“You guys taking care of him?”
“Of course. What do you take us for?”
“Yeah. Okay. Has he found out anything?”
“Maybe.”
“Does this maybe happen to be dangerous?”
“Let you know when I find out. Me and Dean are heading out soon. Dean just went to get Kevin some real food.”
“Need me to come by. It sounds serious.”
“No. No. Just finish your job and come back. We both should be done by then.” A light bulb went off as you lied, “What if I told you I was done and on my way back now.” You did it with a smile hoping it would be more believable.
“That quick? You probably won’t make it in time to get to us. Think you should wait back at the base.”
“Now, I know something is up. Sam-”
“We’ll be fine. Got to go.”
“Sam, you-” He hangs up. “Better not hang up on me, ass.” You shook your head in frustration. You had more than half a mind to rush over to get to them; however, if it was as dangerous as it sounded to you, you couldn’t put them in danger. Instead, you silently fumed and took it out on the monster you captured and quickly packed to leave.
As you drove back to the base, it cemented your nerves. When you got back to the base, you didn’t really do much. You showered, changed, and you are alone waiting for them to come.
After about 5 hours, they battered at 4am. You rush over, get a better look at them and hug onto both of them. Not saying anything. Dean gives a whistle and looks between you and Sam. He began walking off watching you closely. You stare him down a bit and are about to speak about patching him up when he catches you and states, “I’m just banged up. Couple bruises, I don’t need any help. Thank you. Sam is the real one who-” He stops short with Sam’s looks and walks off briskly. Sam gives you an awkward look and keeps looking back and forth from you to the floor with clenched teeth. You wait for him to speak, but he says nothing. You grab onto his hand and drag him to your shared room.
You sit him down. He sits stiff as if moving a millimeter would set you off. While expecting you to yell and freak out, you burn him with silence from the inside out. As you treat him with the utmost care, he kinda just wished you’d yell instead. Reaching under the bed, you pull out a first aid kit that you keep under the bed, and you begin disinfecting and patching him up. Once you finish, the only words Sam can find are, “I’m sorry.”
Although appreciating the sentiment, you aren't sure what to say and don’t respond to the words, and you start cleaning up the mess of blood and gauze. When you're almost down, Sam unexpectedly uses both of his strong arms to pull you closer by the waist and hugs you. He cuddles his head into your body. You stiffen up a bit while you try to figure out what to do; however, your choice becomes more clear as he explains, “So, the dangerous bit of the job we just did...We did it because we talked to Kevin...turns out we can close the gates of hell if there is someone to do a set of trials…”
You tense up, but Sam responds by rubbing your back up and down gently. Having Sam calm you down a bit, you state, “I’m guessing they're deadly.” He chuckles bitterly and asks, “Isn’t everything we do deadly?” You let out a small laugh in agreement before asking, “What is it this time?”
“Well, the 1st trial was to gut a hellhound and bathe in its blood.”
“That explains the smell on you.” He lets out a genuine laugh as he sees you scrunch up your nose in distaste.
“Yeah. I showered, but here I am still smelling.”
“So, you and Dean do these trials? I can understand why, but why did you make it seem so worrisome? Like you freaked, which made me freak. Why couldn’t I be there?”
“For one, I knew you’d think we were idiots. You might want to do the trials yourself. I mean Dean got really crazy about it. He was seemingly suicidal. I couldn’t have that. The important bit that I need to tell you is that...it’s not me and Dean. It’s just me.”
“Just you?”
“For the trials? Dean tried to put himself in the way, but I finished it. Therefore, I have to do all the trials by myself...“ You stay silent. You stroke his hair softly for a second., and he looks up at you. You meet his eyes and say ,”Okay”, as you put the 1st aid back under the bed. He blinks roughly at you with a confused expression and questions you with, “I’m sorry?”
“I said it’s okay. Sam.” You tap his head a little and ask, “Are you hungry? I can whip us up someth-”
“Y/N.”
“Yeah, Sam?”
“That can’t be what you want to say.”
“You’re not hungry then?” He wipes his face with his hand and states, “Just say what you're thinking.”
“I don’t need to. I’m genuinely just asking if your hungry-”
“After what I just said, you’re not up-”
“Sam, I’m not upset.”
“Mad?”
“No-None of that…”
“Really? You're not gonna yell or hit me or something.”
“Of course not, Sam. What do you take me for?” You laugh out loud.
You walk over to him and put one hand to land on the back of his neck while the other lands on his heart. You sigh softly and kiss his forehead before telling him, ”While yeah, I’m not exactly thrilled you're risking your life yet again…Probably going to hate seeing you bloody and messed up from all of this...but I’m gonna be here for you and try and help as best I can.” You put your forehead to his and add, “Because I believe in you.”
His expression becomes so soft, and he lifts his head slightly to meet his lips to yours. You enjoy the free and floating sensation he gives you even, but you pull away when you feel something wet on your face. You open your eyes and pull away. You become worried seeing the tears fleeing his eyes and feel your heart clench when he clings his grapes onto your clothes like he’ll slip away from you. Your hands rush to his shoulders to ground him, and you express, “Sam, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He shakes his head and bites his lip. “Sam, don’t scare me baby...Look, everything is okay. Well, it’s never really, but we make sure. Don’t be worried, please...say something…”
His head nuzzles your chest and he speaks against your body, and you almost don’t hear him say, “Thank you for believing in me.” You hold him and rub his back until he calms a bit. You wipe the streak along his face and respond, “Of course I believe...How could I not? Look at me, okay?”
He meets your eyes. You show him teary eyes because his state makes you overwhelmed and you continue to say, ”I hope you don’t mind me saying this but also I know demons and hell have taken so much from you and Dean. The things they've done to you- anyway I understand it’s for the greater good and something you want to do. Also, I’ve seen you through the self-hate, the struggle with demon blood, and acceptance to yourself and what you’ve done...I know all you ever wanted was someone to believe, and I do. Never doubt that...You’re the best person I know, Sam...really.”
He takes the hand you had on his neck and kisses it gently from the knuckles to the finger to the palm and to your wrist and forearm. Against your arm, he utters, “I love you so much.” You caress his head before making him look at you and you pepper kisses all over his face. Then, you wrap your arms around him and say, “I love you too, Sam...I will say though...I’m not looking forward to the fights you and Dean will have over this.” He lets out a genuine laugh along with you and you both bask in the comfort of each other's arms.
Warnings; spoilers for season 13, mentions of death, angst, lack of hope, some Alex Calvert x reader, and tiny bit of jack x reader, swearing, brief illusions to sex, angry brothers, mentions of a sex scene, insecurities, online hate, protective winchester brothers, apocalypse world, major character death, lucifer
(Y/A/N) – Your Acting Name.
A/N; it’s a little bit different from the request, so sorry about that, but I hope that any one that reads this enjoys. Also sorry about the wait, I had bad writers block, but when I started writing this it sorta figured itself out and I may have got carried away. Feel free to tell me what you think ☺️
“Look, I am not going to some other world to help stop Michael. But I can help you in another way, one where none of us get harmed.” Gabriel shrugged, reducing Sam’s expression to confusion. The archangel had felt like their last hope at retrieving their mother, into delving into the apocalypse world, and here he was, turning him down.
He had tried his very best to make the celestial being better, and here he was, talking again, able to use his grace rather than have it removed and syringed into a demon’s veins. However, he still refused, and the hunter had no other plan in forcing Gabriel into helping. This was the last shot, and it had been blown.
But however could he still help? This was the primary problem that had to be solved, there was no other route they could take to bring their family back together. And that was all that mattered in this life, saving people, remaining together.
“What are you talking ab-“ Before Sam could complete his question, Gabriel set him with a poised glare, and snapped his magical fingers, a spark of electric blue grace sparking from the action. That was all Sam saw before he felt himself transported, and once he opened his eyes, he remained in the bunker, however there were cameras around him, and an entire filming crew.
Gabriel had sent him to the other life, another world in which he presumed that he was called Jared. “What the hell Sammy?” Dean barked from beside him, twisting and turning his sights around, upon realising that although this looked like their home, it was an alternate version of it. A set, made of fake walls and truthless literature that was not at all necessary in this peaceful, monster-less realm. “Son of a bitch!”
“Cut!” One of the cameramen called out, shaking his head exasperatedly at the line said wrong. Jensen had been doing so well, and Jensen seemed to have slipped far too into character, to the point where he had forgotten his lines. “Do you need to see the script again, or would you rather take a short break?”
“I’ll go for the break.” Dean confirmed, grabbing Sam’s forearm and hastily dragging him from the onlookers, and towards which he assumed was his, well, Jensen’s trailer. It looked pretty much the same as last time. “Gabriel?” He asked, rightly assuming that the blame of this mishap ordeal was down to the glowing figure.
“He refused to help us open a rift.” Sam licked his lips, his eyes jutting around the luxurious space. “And then he snapped his fingers, and we were here.” Here, another earth. However this was not their home, it was a disfigured writing of it, if anything, it was worse than the books Chuck wrote. There were more fans, and more complications that came along with being here in place of the actors.
“We don’t have time for his tricks.” Sighed Dean, raking his hair with his rough hand. “Parading around as a painted whore is not on my agenda, all I care about is getting mum back, we have to get home quick.”
“Dean, I don’t think that this is a trick…” Sam spoke to his elder brother, in thought of Gabriel’s words. “He said he could help us in another way. I don’t think he meant taking us away from the problem, there must be something else.” No matter how much he rolled the idea around his head, he could come to no conclusion.
“What?” There was already plenty on the man’s mind, he didn’t need another incident coming their way. Dean was to begin speaking again, until a knock rapped against the door to his double’s trailer, intruding his mindset. Him and Sam shared a glance and frown until Dean called whomever was on the other side in, and to their dismay, he looked exactly like Castiel.
Misha Collins. Last time they had visited this place, he had died, but the return of the real selves must have somewhat fixed the timeline, he looked well, even if he still was dressed as their angelic friend. “Hey, I was seeing if you are ready for the scene tomorrow.”
“Scene? Which scene?” ‘Jared’ asked the colleague of his false identity, unaware of the context in which Misha spoke in. Dean only huffed and rolled his eyes, until Misha spoke, and he froze, both the brothers understanding Gabriel’s meaning for sending them to this world.
“(Y/N)’s death scene. Apparently it’s gonna be quite emotional, and it’ll be strange after, not having the kid on set anymore.” It was a revelation, a nightmare that foreshadowed the truth in their own dimension.
“Thanks uh- Misha.” ‘Jensen’ rubbed his hand over his face, shocked by the oncoming doom. They had already lost far too many members in their makeshift hunter family, but this was different. This was their sister, whom they had protected and vouched to continue doing since the day she was born. And now the universe had this grand plan of cutting her young life short, and sending her to either heaven or hell, where so many people they loved already were.
“Do you know where um, (Y/A/N) is right now?” Sam asked, desperate to somehow convince her to remain on the show. It was the only way in which he could save his younger sibling, and he would, by the gods, do anything that he possibly could. Him and Dean had already had meetings with death himself, he couldn’t allow the new version to come and take you.
Billy would not compromise, she was intent on having a Winchester under her cloak, forever taken from life, never to return to the living. And they couldn’t take a chance, any chance on not getting (Y/N) back, she was a legacy as were they, but she was supposed to live on for longer. Their names would otherwise be nothing more than memories in the world of hunters, until they faded into distant and dead members of the community.
“In her trailer, I think. She’s rehearsing with Alexander I think.” The name that he mentioned was unfamiliar to the unfitting pair, but they spared no thought to it. Instead they sent him a quick smile before leaving the confines that they felt trapped in, and began their search for the actress of their sister.
“We have to change her mind Sammy. If she stays on the show, then our (Y/N) lives. It is the simplest solution.” Dean spoke as they walked through the lines of trailers, unable to find the name that they were searching for on any door. “Where the hell is her damn trailer?”
Sam squinted, until a name he had heard was seen on one of the doors. Alexander, whoever that was. Before he could even put any thought into his actions, he subconsciously knocked on the door, waiting a moment for an answer. And when the door opened, they were met with who looked like Jack, his hair a mess, and his shirt hanging over his shoulder, clearly put on in panic.
“What’s up guys, need something?” He scratched the back of his neck, impatient with the situation, considering the one that he had been interrupted from. A part of him feared that this was one of Jared’s infamous pranks, he had mostly been on the end of shifted lines, but worse could have been heading his way for all he knew.
Dean frowned at the sight of young man, it hardly felt right seeing the innocent boy that they knew with sex hair and slight bruises upon his neck. He cleared his throat, keeping up his expression, as he spoke to the boy. He had softened up to Jack, he was their kid in some ways, but this was no Nephilim, if anything it was worse, it was a man who impersonated they kid.
“Heard that uh, (Y/A/N) was running lines with you. Y’know where she is?” Alex’s eyes shifted slightly inside of his personal space, before everything was given away by a familiar giggle. It sounded the exact same as the one that often left (Y/N)’s mouth. Dean knew it, he would never be capable of mistaking it.
The noise had renegaded in his ears since she had been born, in the impala as John drove, through the halls of the bunker as her and Sam made jokes about his cholesterol. At the worst of times, before he knew that they existed, he liked to think that it was the voice of angel, she always guided him on the right path, and if she were to disappear from his life, he would sorely lose the track that he was hellbent on walking down.
And he could see her face now, as she tugged the sheet over her body. A frown sculpted her expression, as she looked exasperatedly between Alex whom had tried to lure the tall pair from the confines of his trailer, and the intruders who had barged carelessly in. It wouldn’t have mattered so much if her and Alexander had actually been running lines, however the situation explained more than enough of the fact that they indeed were not.
“Jared, Jensen, can you like, I don’t know, not cockblock me, for once in your elderly lives?” It felt peculiar, for both Sam and Dean. They knew that this was not their sister, but her calling them by other names was so foreign. Their skins crawled at the labelling, and it only reminded them farther of their cause, the reason that they were sent by an angelic being to be here in this very moment.
“I am also getting bored of it.” Alexander tilted his head, in agreement with (Y/A/N), who only grinned at his compliance to suit her opinions, and Dean could only roll his eyes, just like he did with Jack the majority of the time. “But it’s cool, but can we hurry this along, I mean not to be rude, but aren’t you guys supposed to be filming a scene in like five minutes?”
Sam cleared his throat, admittedly he did like Jack. The kid was sweet, however this was not him, it rather was a man who pretended to be a Nephilim for payment, and was bedding the doppelganger of his sister. If he were to see his sister and the devil’s child in such a compromising predicament, most people would assume he’d be the calm sibling, but they’d be wrong. He would go mad, and think of a way to keep the pair separate.
But luckily for them, there had never been such adult situations insinuated between their dear (Y/N) and Jack, or at least not that they were aware of. This riled Dean, and so he couldn’t help but feel like exploding. It angered him that any man had laid their bare and lustrous hands upon his youngest sibling. No one was to have that pleasure, she was supposed to remain innocent, even if she were legal.
“Seriously?! Jack of all people?!” He bellowed at (Y/A/N), shaking his head at their obvious exchange. If (Y/A/N) had any clothes on underneath the white sheet that hugged her body as she lay on the sofa, her instincts would have driven her over to Jensen and her palm would have met the side of his stubbly face.
“First of all, you need to start remembering Alex’s name, and that goes for Jared too. You can’t just keep calling him Jack, even after I’m done here and move onto my next project.” Her words, although not having the intent to, had the effect of triggering Sam’s goal, in-deliberately reminding him of their foremost goal. It was not to get angry at the characters that played them and their loved ones, it was to save someone that was incredibly important to their world.
“And second,” the woman in covering continued, “this isn’t exactly going to get me to stay on the goddamn show, if you barge in here, interrupting our privacy. If you don’t like what me and Alex are doing off screen, you sure aren’t going to like what is gonna go down between (Y/N) and Jack. Sometimes I do swear that you’re just like Sam and Dean.”
The jab she made at them struck nerves, but they knew that this was not the real her. It may have looked like (Y/N), but this was only a woman who played the part of her. “We’ve been trying to make you stay on the show?” Sam asked, his voice soft. He didn’t want to be harsh, she was already uncomfortable enough.
It was her unknowing that they were actually Sam and Dean that could be an element that they could use, a tool of convincing. “Yes, for weeks now.” (Y/A/N) sighed, pinching the point that was between her eyebrows. “And I’m getting tired of it, and overall, this character. I’ve played her for years on end, I think that her story should have a finishing point, a finale. I’m ready for bigger and brighter things, something that is not pretending to be a strong woman on set, and as soon as I walk away from the cameras, I go back to being weak.”
“I think you’re going to have to explain a little more if I’m going to get any of that.” Dean prompted, both him and Sam had turned away, giving the actress in the sheets the privacy to change. The shuffling of fabrics could be heard, they had been in worse situations with their sister, small motel rooms, of which they could usually only afford one in the past, helped nobody. And none of them received the personal space that should have been an outright human right.
“Of course neither of you understand.” Alex sighed, “she wants a smaller workspace, one where there aren’t so many eyes on her. The whole ordeal got out of hand, and now there are people online saying terrible things about her and I. Neither of you have made such a mistake, or had something so sacred and personal leaked on the internet. The things people say really digs in deep, she at least wants a break, can’t you understand that?”
“Wait, what got leaked?” Sam’s curiosity often informed him of things that he did not wish to be aware of, and this was one of their instances. Alex huffed and rolled his eyes, walking over to where (Y/A/N) was now fully clothed, and took a seat on the sofa beside her, their eyes meeting and mirroring smiles shining at one another.
The sight admittedly made Sam smile, but it made Dean feel internally sick. The sight of what looked like their sister and Jack fuelled a fire inside of him, he wanted his eyes to burn and the memory to be forever removed from his sights.
“Look, you play a pretty badass character, although I’d say Dean has a bit more kick to him.” The man himself chuckled, but no one joined in, so he continued through a forced smile, coming to sit down next to Alex, his ignorance to what happened there merely minutes ago encouraging his brother to cringe.
“But that’s not my only point, you’re here, whilst those sad souls that sit behind their computers all day waste their time typing crap. The life you have, the family that you have here, is worth more than the opinions of a few, invisible idiots, who are only jealous of everything that you have earned for yourself. Don’t breathe their toxicity win, because if you do, the bad guys win, and then you will only fade out of the spotlight and they’ll forget all about you, and all of the things they ever posted about you.”
Alex had been understanding through all of (Y/N)’s decision to leave the cast, although to begin with he had tried to convince her to stay. And it seemed out of all of them, it was Jensen that made her reconsider her options, he could see it behind her eyes, the unravelling of interest, the flickering of hope.
The only thing that the younger actor could not tell were that these were not Jensen’s words, they fell from the lips of Dean Winchester himself. A character that he knew of, and was an important symbol on the show that he was cast on. But it did not matter if he was not aware of that snippet, because it changed nothing, other than possibly (Y/A/N)’s mindful decision.
“You know what, you’re right Ackles. It’s not often that I say that, but the thought of leaving everyone here, settling for something that I have no connection to or history with, it is undermining. And I’m going to talk to Kripke, he’ll be over the moon with the consideration, however if he chooses that (Y/N) is to die as was planned due to my indecisiveness, then that shall be the battle that I am to bargain with.” They had won (Y/A/N) over, it was victory.
It was also the closest that they could do by themselves to save (Y/N). If this didn’t work, they would be nothing more than John’s broken tools, defined by all those that they were always mourning. And it would only make their sister another name on that sour list, even if her death would pain them substantially more than others.
“I guess we’ll go then.” Sam awkwardly spoke, encouraging Dean to stand from the christened furniture and join him in leaving the sexually active couple alone. He sent the woman a nod, and Alex a raised eyebrow. He would have Jack’s head if he ever thought he had the guts or wings to be so intimate with their sister, he’d make him feel something, and it would be painful. Torturous even.
They shut the door behind them as they departed from the actors, a smirk on Dean’s face. He felt victorious, he was the same hero that would read (Y/N) stories when it was dark and a storm was thundering outside, as she hid under the duvet of some dingy motel bed, a torch protecting her from the enveloping bleakness, but also her brothers. “I’d call this a win.”
“They said about a video…” Sam had Jared’s phone in his hand, he scrolled through the feed with a wrinkled nose and scorned eyes. After he received an answer to what it was concluding, he put the device away, he could never look at Jack and (Y/N) around each other the same again. It was burdened by the facts of this world, contradicting the innocence that both the kids in their world showed. “It was a leaked sex scene of the show, Dean.”
“Heck no!” Growled the elder brother, shaking his head. The instant images that flashed through his mind of the Nephilim atop of his little sister made his teeth grit in anger, and a pit of queasiness fold in the cave of his stomach. He already wasn’t too sure on Lucifer’s spawn, this only enhanced that formed opinion, and he wished to shoot the child more than ever in this instant, even if the real him was not around.
“They’re not actually the people we know Dean.” Sam comforted him, easing his anger, but only slightly. “Nothing like that has happened between them, he is in another world, whilst (Y/N) is in the bunker, reading lore and trying to find a way to bring mum and Jack back to us.”
“Yet Sammy, nothing has happened yet.” He allowed himself to shut his eyes for a second, and the next thing that he knew, he was returned home. His speech must have worked on the employee of the show Supernatural, otherwise, Gabriel surely would not have returned them to their home world.
“He’s gone, for chuck sake. How are we supposed to bring Jack and Mary back if we don’t have archangel grace?!” The stressed voice of their younger sibling often triggered a debate from the brothers, but seeing and hearing her, it was a miracle. They couldn’t waste time and argue, instead Sam lurched forward, grabbing the girl and bringing her into the embrace of his giant like arms.
“We’ll figure it out (Y/N/N), we always do.” He spoke softly, earning a confused yet pleased smile. The hug had come out of nowhere, but it calmed her nerves, the rushing of the blood that hurtled around the veins of her body slowed, and it gave her a moment of peace, a blank mind before she began researching again.
“I have a question.” Dean stated with his gruff tone, squinting at his female sibling. He suppressed a smile, she was oblivious to the blockade that had rested above her head like a raincloud, but he knew that she was here for good. And that she was not leaving to any sort of afterlife any time soon. “Do you have the hots for Jack?”
(Y/N)’s eyes went wide, however she forced a scoff to hide the shock and cover up anything that her brothers could pick up on. She released herself from Sam’s hold, taking a couple of simple steps backwards, so that she could have a clear view of the expressions that both of them wore. “Are you seriously asking me that at a time like this?” Her sentence was finished with a sigh and a roll of her eyes.
But her brothers knew their sister well enough, and that she indeed did not want to admit something to them. (Y/N) was much easier to read than (Y/A/N) was, they had known this growing woman since the day that she was born, the same day in which John rescued the shrieking baby from a mother that was fed and eaten by wolves. She would have been next, however the hunter saved her, as was in his job description, but he couldn’t bare to let her stream through the system.
He felt an attachment to her, and looking at her was practically the same as the notion of peering at one of his boys. She was to be a Winchester, he hadn’t decided it, but God himself did. The universe worked in mysterious ways, it was as though it was all written out for the family, but this instant, none of them minded. It gave the boys another reason to fight, another person to love, and eventually another family member to lose.
But it had been evaded this time, Gabriel had although not helped them with reaching their mother and the son of Kelly Kline, however, he had somewhat saved (Y/N) himself. Without his trickster interference, they’d have never known of her doomed fate, or have been able to fix it.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Dean was smug with being right, as he always was. Overall though, he was more pleased to know that they had stopped the crumbling of the bottom of the family tree, they had protected their sister, literally to the ends of the world.
“Pick up a damn book and help me, I’m not doing all of this research by myself.” Another sign that he was indeed correct, changing the subject, how original. But neither of the brothers, more so Dean than Sam, even wanted to try and switch the mindset that (Y/N) had about the boy. They were allowed to have feelings, romantic and so on, and their sister appeared happy with the tether that was from her heart to Jack’s.
The vampires were almost mutated. This apocalypse world had really taken a toll on all life. Michael of this plain had destroyed everything that was known to be true, even living itself. The habitat of these morsal creatures was dark, and disgusting. Humans had already tried to pass through the deadly lair to reach the other side, to get to the rebellion camp, however, no one had survived to the opposite end of things.
(Y/N) felt hopeless, even as she walked through the home of the starving monsters. She had never been a fan of vampires, no hunter was, but this was cruel to every extent. They didn’t even appear as human anymore, their fates had been cursed by this ruined land. Without the world that was in her own, they would be worse off, everything in this dimension was.
Everyone of their company was on edge, Dean ensured that he kept a sturdy eye forward, looking for any light. He knew (Y/N) would have to be okay, it was paved for her to be so in the other universe, she’d be fine. Of course, he still worried, that was what he did in retrospect, all day, every day, he worried that it was to be someone’s last.
And he was right, as the monsters crept from the dark, tasting the scent of rushing blood in the air. They had lured them from their slumber, and they began to attack, dragging one of the travellers towards their death, where they would be fed on until he was completely drained. (Y/N) swung her machete, beheading one of the animals without a second glance, but perhaps she should have spared another look on the side, as she was a target.
She was the prey to what she was raised to hunt, it wrapped its clawed hand around her leg like a coil, dragging her to the ground, and feasting its teeth into her supple flesh. This was it, there was no route away from her fate, and her body was already weak from blood loss, and so she gave up, and refused to fight. Her body was dragged into the abyss of the nest, and its members followed after her.
Sam noticed their apparent glee, they had yet again prized food from them. He looked around to see whom it may be, and he was aghast with the sight. (Y/N) had her eyes shut as her limp form was being taken by vampires, and he froze, traumatised by the sight. And his surprised and hurt stature gave another of the beasts the perfect opportunity to rip into the rubber of his neck, and relish in the unstoppable river of blood that poured out from the fatal wound.
“No!” Dean cried out, noticing that his sister too had disappeared. Before he could follow after the menaces and get vengeance, and possibly save his family from being the meal of savages, Castiel grasped his arm, pain rendering in the blueness of his vessel’s eyes.
“They’re gone Dean.” His words rang through the hunter’s head. This was his worst nightmare. Gabriel’s warning had not helped at all, because (Y/N) was dead, and so was Sam. He forced himself to trudge on, pained like no other time before. Sam had died before, but he had always found a way to retrieve him back into life, and even through his tragic absence, he always had (Y/N). Now, the only other Winchester was his mother, who also needed to be saved from this damned world.
“Think about it Sammy, Jack is going to be so pleased to see you alive, but your little sis, well, I’m sure that is going to be one hell of a reunion between them.” Lucifer smirked, he was in Nick’s body again, using it as a vessel. “And he’ll think of me as a saviour, a knight that saved his princess from a terrible fate.”
The fallen archangel always had ulterior motives, and Sam realised that he had no choice in whether he’d rather remain dead, or be used as a bargaining chip by the devil himself. His interest in Jack was not exactly pure, it was clear to the man that he sought the backup, the power of his biological son. His intent was to creep into the boy’s mind, and decipher for the kid the difference between wrong and right.
“That’s what you want, to lie to him about who you are?” He couldn’t exactly say he was surprised, even more so that the audience of vampires were seething to break free from Lucifer’s force. He wasn’t even supposed to be here, he should have been in the bunker, his grace feeding away at Rowena’s spell, and keeping the gate open for their return.
“I’ll just bend the truth to fit the story, and I care about my son. As you care about your dear sister, and it would be a shame if she were not to wake, and then the news will have to be delivered to my boy, and I’m sure that would just break his half and half heart.” The celestial being, the epidemy of evil tutted at the thought, only to send Sam a mischievous smirk afterwards. “You don’t want him to be like me, but without her, he’ll be in so much pain that he won’t think about his actions. If he has (Y/N/N), then that choice will be entirely up to him, and what he believes in, yada yada yada.”
The sight of his sister covered in her own blood, motionless on the ground, bite marks on her shoulders and elsewhere drew out a desperation in Sam. He couldn’t not allow the villain to bring her back to life, and it seemed that no matter what he disputed, that Lucifer would do it anyway, to get himself in Jack’s good books. And so he hung his head low, awaiting the personal enemy of his to resurrect the most important woman in his life.
On first instinct, (Y/N) gasped in air. There was a lack of it rolling around the vitals of her lungs, but her breath was taken away once more, when she saw the looming of a horrifying figure, a first son of god. He was supposed to be, even if forced to do so by the traditions of magic, be at the bunker, revelling them with a way back. Rowena had been left there also, to keep the spell brewing, and a fearful eye on the hellish shadow.
Assumingly, he had escaped his sentence, and for some reason, brought her to life. It was no mistake as to what the vampires had done to her, she could smell the spilling of her own blood over her thrifted and worn clothes, and it was gruesome. Although it was not the hunter’s first time in being a sponge to her injuries, but nevertheless, she fought to stand beside Sam, who steadied her shaken feet, and balanced out the rest of her body by looping his supportive arm around her waist.
“Come on.” Lucifer rolled the human eyes that he wore like spectacles into the lives of the Winchesters, unimpressed by the slowness of the world’s large cockroaches. “We have places to be and sons to meet.” At his verbalised of clarity for his ungodly presence, (Y/N)’s body became rigid. His intent was to get to Jack, she couldn’t allow him to provoke a fire inside the boy.
He was sweet and innocent, even harmless, despite the accident that had happened when he accompanied her and her brothers on a hunt. If Lucifer reached him, he would only try and navigate the darkness inside of him to be what it was, rather than try and make him change it into something brighter, something that was good, like Kelly would have wanted.
“No.” (Y/N) refused, earning a frown from Sam and a elongated groan from Lucifer. She had died, it didn’t matter if she were to return to that fate, not if she stood by what she truly believed in. Nothing much would change, other than the vampires getting another meal from the same body, Dean already thought that she was extinguished from life, and the news would be passed on before any of them were to reach him.
“Oh, for crying out loud!” The devil shook his wolfish head, Winchesters were always so stubborn. “I’d allow it if Sam were to stand against the gift of life, I’ve seen what is inside of his head after all, but you! You’re the priority here, you are Jack’s weakness.” This gesture of good faith seemed to be more than it was worth, but if she didn’t comply willingly, then he would force her to follow him along, and live.
“Where’d you hear that from? He doesn’t have a weakness, he just has a good heart. I’m just another person that he lives with, a soldier that is going to fight anyone that dares to try and hurt him. And I won’t mind if I have to give my life to try and kill you.” She spat at the disgrace of heaven, hardly moved by his goal. As a Winchester, the stubbornness ran through her veins, even if the bloodline itself did not.
“I hear things, and I did in that bunker. Like how Dean was speaking about you and Jackie boy, and how it all made sense. The shared looks, the flushed faces, all that gross stuff. He didn’t seem too happy with the circumstances, but he was content with the fact that you were alive, like you are again, because of me.”
Lucifer was the last person that (Y/N) would thank for her existence, but she realised that there was no way out of his trap, she was the bait for Jack, that would reel the boy into the wings of his dreaded father.
He could sometimes be so naive, that she feared that Jack would fall for the extension of kindness, one that hardly suited Lucifer. But that was up to him, and in this apocalyptic version of her world, anything could happen.
“She’s dead.” Dean’s voice was gravelly, it had been dragged through hope, and now the realisation that his baby brother and sister were lost to life. The eyes belonging to Jack widened, and tears began to form.
He could quite comprehend how he felt. There was a tearing in his chest, he felt as though he was being split apart, his breathing rapidly increased, and his eyes flared like the bursts of the sun.
Until whispers hit his ears, and he looked up, only to see the girl alive and well. He was not the only one relieved in the circumstances, Dean and Mary were too, but they feared the fact that Lucifer had joined them, and was being trailed by the bloodied siblings; the ones that he had saved for his selfish purposes.
If you wanna request or ask me anything just look for the request or ask link!
You had just gotten your daughter out of the bathtub and dressed in her pajamas. You were drying her hair. She loved when you would play with her hair before bedtime. Just as you finished brushing the child's hair your husband Dean walked in the room. He had just gotten home from his job at the car shop a little late. "Hi daddy!" the little girl greeted.
"Hey sweetheart," he said sitting down beside you.
"braids tonight sweetie?" you asked and she nodded. Dean smiled. Watching his two favorite girls in the entire world was something he never took for granted.
"Teach me?" he asked.
"To braid?" you asked making sure. He nodded.
"I'd like to learn," he said.
"Is that ok with you honey?" you asked your little girl.
"Yeah, daddy can do my hair!" she said. You switched places with Dean.
"Ok first we separate her hair into three strands," you said showing him how,
"now you just sort of wrap the left and right strands around the middle strand. It's easier to show you," you said as you did. Before long Dean redid the braid several times by himself. soon your daughter's head started to fall back.
"Someone's sleepy," Dean said, "I'll put her to bed,". He got up and gently picked your little girl up and carried her off to bed.
This is a list of my favorite fics I’ve come across and have read multiple times! This list is still being added to. Links go straight to their OG writers! Please enjoy! All these Fic are NSFW-MINORS DNI
UPDATED 6.3.2021
SUPERNATURAL
1. Playing God (Sam x Reader)
2. Last Ride
by 3. Blinded In Chains
4. One Day At A Time
5. I’ll Listen
6. Dean Fucking Winchester (Dean x Reader0
7. What Is and What Should Never Be
8. Missing Pieces
9. Dean Being Cursed To Only Tell The Truth (Dean x Reader)
10. His New Toy
11. Sex, Secrets, and Lies
12. Spoiler Alert
13. The Beast
14. Won’t You Stay
15. The Arrangement
16. White Picket Fence (Dean x Reader)
17. When The Lights Go Out
18. Owe You One
19. Babysitter For One Night
20. Come Here Little Girl
21. Relax
22. I Got You
24. Dirty Angel
25. Rough Ride
26. Phone Calls With Dean
27. Whiskey Glasses
28. Bad Blood
29. Did I Really Say That Out Loud Pt.1
30. My Rock
31. Not Alone
32. The Great Debate (Sam X Reader)
MARVEL
1. Mr. Evans II-Chris Evans AU (Chris Evans x Reader)
2. In The Dark Of Night
3. Lights Down Low
4. It’s Your Captain Tonight (Steve x Reader)
5. Safe Haven
6. Let Me Love You
7. Power Over Me (Bucky x Reader)(I read this all in one night and then realized it was like 2am and my kids wake up at like 5am-6am. It was that good)
8. Dismissed
9. Bloody
10. Kitten
11. Mine
12. Punishment
13. Let These Words Spill (Again)
14. Sing For Me (Zemo x Reader)
15. Bad As Ever (Bucky x Reader)
16. First Time (Zemo x Reader)
17. Twice Parts 1-3 (Prof! Zemo x Reader)
18. Up Against The Wall (Zemo x Reader)
19. Cookies and Velvet (Zemo x Reader)
20. Bubbles (Zemo x Reader)
21. Bubbles pt 2 (Zemo x Reader)
22. Allow Me One Last Goodbye (Zemo x Reader)
23. Castling (Zemo x Reader)
24. Craving (Zemo x Reader)
25. Craving pt 2 (Zemo x Reader)
26. Slow Hands (Zemo x Reader)
27. Perfectly Exasperating (Zemo x Reader)
28. Burden Of Proof (Zemo X Reader)
29. Heartbeat (Zemo X Reader)
30. Let Go (Zemo x Reader)
31. Boss Bitch (Zemo X Reader)
32. Tangled In Strings (Zemo x Reader)
33. Be My Daddy (Zemo x Reader)
34. Wandering Eyes (Zemo X Reader)
35. Katzchen (Zemo x Reader)
36. Me and My Husband (Zemo x Reader)
37. Call It Night Chapter 2 (Zemo x Reader)
38. Of Rings and Riches (Zemo x Reader)
39. Jealousy (Zemo X Reader)
40. Partition (Zemo x Reader)
41. One Last Night In Madripoor (Zemo x Reader)
42. Ingenue (Clint x Reader)
43. Bulls Eye (Clint x Reader)
44. From Every Angle You Are Perfect (Chris Hemsworth x Reader)
45. Dangerous Territory (Clint x Reader)
46. Honey (Clint x Reader)
47. Begging (Clint x Reader)
48. Slow Hands (Clint x Reader)
49. Dessert (Bucky x Reader)
50. Mirror (Bucky x Reader)
51. I Like You Better Than Anything Else In The Sky (Sam Wilson x Reader)
52. One Night Stand (Bucky x Reader)
53. Not So Shy Now (Bucky x Reader)
54. I’ve Got You (Bucky x Reader)
55. Suck (Steve x Reader)
56. Praise (Loki x Reader)
57. Shared (Evans x Reader, Stan x Reader, Cavill x Reader, Evans x Cavill x Reader)
58. Dance Hall Days (Steve x Reader)
59. I Think He Knows (Loki x Reader)
60. Sex Pollen (Thor x Reader)
61. Treat You Well (Stan x Mackie x Reader)
62. In The Dark Of Night (Loki X Reader)
63. Lights Down Low (Bucky X Reader)
STAR WARS
1. Rough Day (Anakin x Reader)
2. Over The Moon (Obi Wan x Reader)
HARRY POTTER
1. I Dare You
2. Malfoys Gone Soft (Malfoy x Reader)
THE ALIENIST
1. Something Wicked This Way Comes (Dark!Laszlo x Fem! Reader)
2. By The Prickling Of My Thumb (Dark!Laszlo x Fem! Reader)
