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Bump Into You (Mycroft X Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

MYCROFT X READER

WORD COUNT: 843

WARNINGS: NONE

SUMMARY: You’re Molly’s best friend and have finally helped her get over Sherlock and her douchebag ex and finally found her a nice guy. Tonight he's going to propose so you help Molly get ready then send her off for her big night. But when you bump into someone strangely familiar you decided to just go for it. It is only dinner!

A/N: Guys, I’mm sorry this sis so shit I’m so stressed and busy with college work I haven’t had time to write anything properly any anything I have started is getting done very slowly. So I will post those eventually, for now, you’ll have to deal with this. SORRY

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Molly held up the dress she had picked out and grinned as she checked herself out in the mirror. I was so happy that this match had actually worked. Molly finally had a boyfriend and after tonight a possible fiancée not that she knew about that, though.

I’d been friends with Molly since university. We shared a flat during the first year and became firm friends since. She was shy and quiet while I was generally quite loud and outgoing, not to say I didn’t have my quiet moments I just was better at speaking to people I didn’t know. I’d set Molly and James up, had Sherlock double-check my assumptions on him to see if he wasn’t a complete pyscho like the rest of Molly’s choices had been in the past and the rest, as they say, is history.

James had called me yesterday asking whether I thought it was a good time to propose and of course I agreed. The pair were practically inseparable, so loved up it was almost sickening. But I was happy. My best friend had got her happy ending. And as much as she protested I did not need my own to be happy.

I had an amazing job, an amazing flat and an amazing set of friends and a dog named Richard. I didn’t need anyone else.

Molly got dressed and we chatted while she got ready. She did her hair fairly plainly and her make-up was a slight glammed up look of her usual. She looked gorgeous.

I walked her to the restaurant that she was meeting James, cursing when I realised how far it actually was and how bad my shoes were at long distances. Either way, it gave me time to give Molly her ‘pre-date pep talk’ not that she really needed it anymore, she practically lived with the guy nowadays but it had become a bit of a tradition between us. She gave the same speech to me before any date I went on too so it was equal.

I dropped her off and waved, pretending to act like a proud mother crying as she sent her children off to school for the first time. This made Molly laugh and I knew everything was going to be okay. My Molly was growing up!

I began walking back, deciding to go the different way home through Central London, my favourite part of the city. It took a lot longer and I really should take a taxi but it was such a nice evening and I loved walking beside the Thames at this time of day. The water always looked so pretty, reflecting the burning colours in the sky, much nicer than the murky grey visible during the day.

I strolled along, humming a song I’d heard on the radio earlier having a really nice time when suddenly someone crashed into me. They knocked me back so I fell onto the pavement, tripping on my feet.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” They apologised, helping me up.

“Oh crap I’m sorry,” I apologised at the same time, as I bent down to pick up the man’s umbrella. A strange thing to be calling round in the middle of summer but whatever.

“It’s no problem, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” The man shrugged.

“No, you weren’t really,” I laughed, “I’m sorry but I feel like we’ve met before. Do you know Sherlock Holmes?”

“Sherlock? Yes… who are you?”

“Y/n. Y/n l/n. I used to live upstairs from him a while ago. I swear I saw you there before,”

“You’re the girl with the assassin for a brother,”

“Yep!” I laughed, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Unfortunately so,”

“Well, Y/n. You were right in thinking we’d met before,” The man nodded with a smirk planted on his lips. “Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock’s brother,”

I was taken back for a moment. This was Mycroft? The big, bad, drug searching, the British government, eating all the cakes Mycroft. Sherlock had certainly painted a seriously warped picture of his brother for me. The man that stood before me now was nothing like how I’d imagined. Though, to be fair I had imagined someone that looked like the fat controller mixed with Sheldon from The Bing Bang Theory.

The real Mycroft was very well dressed, obviously intelligent and had an air of high class and mystery about him. If I didn’t know any better I would have just taken him for some stick up the ass bank CEO.

“You’re Mycroft?” I asked, amazed and in disbelief. Mycroft laughed and seemed surprised that I was so amazed.

“Yes, that’s my name,”

“I’m sorry, it’s just Sherlock has told me a lot about you and well-“

“He is a drama queen,” Mycroft rolled his eyes, I laughed in agreement.

“Well, how about you tell me about yourself over dinner tonight,” I sudden flurry of confidence suddenly coming from nowhere, “Seeing as Sherlock has over dramatised everything about you that I can visibly see,”

“Sure,” Mycroft shrugged, “I have nothing else to do tonight I suppose,”

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“You had dinner with my brother!” 

“Yes, I’ve had dinner with your brother lots of times now, Sherlock. Is it really that bad that someone might be interested in him?” 

“Yes! Especially if that person if you!” 

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Leave The Angels, Join Me (Moriarty x Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY-ONE

MORIARTY X READER

WORD COUNT: 1129

WARNINGS: NONE REALLY, MORIARTY?

SUMMARY: You’re captured by the world's only consulting criminal to gain information on the SYSTEM, a secretive global organisation ran by Mycroft and a few others. Unfortunately, Moriarty’s torture gets to you and you spill. Unexpectedly, Moriarty then offers you a deal to join him? After all, who needs angels anyway? 

A/N: Because everyone liked the sherlock x reader I put up I decided to write another. Moriarty was such a good character and I firmly refuse to believe he is actually dead!! 

ENJOY!

A small lamp in the corner of the room lit the room. The yellow light cast shadows around the room creating huge looming monsters of black across the walls which all stared down at me disapprovingly.

I lay on the floor completely still. Barely moving. Barely breathing. Silent tears rolled down my cheek and onto the floor as I stared at the black steel door in front of me.

I was tired. I was hungry. I hadn't slept for three days, too scared to shut my eyes for more than a second and I did not trust the food they gave me. My clothes were dirty and felt disgusting on my even dirtier body. I hadn't seen sunlight for days, in fact, I hadn't seen anyone other than my torturer for the entire time I'd been here. But I had heard him. Moriarty spoke to me occasionally. His evilly melodic voice coming through the speakers in the room occasionally giving me words of advice, taunting me, threatening me.

Eventually, I broke. All it took was a threat to kill my sister. After three days of physical, emotional and psychological torture that was all it took for me to part my lips and give him what he wanted.

I'd betrayed my friends. John, Sherlock, Mycroft. Secrets just spilt from my lips like a waterfall and Moriarty took them all in.

I had no idea what he'd do with all the information I'd given him. I didn't want to know. I just wanted to get out of here, run away as far as possible and never ever look back.

In exchange for my information, I was promised my freedom. Although I was not going to allow myself back to my friends and family I would be able to leave. Maybe I'd move to America or Spain... Either way, I lay in waiting for Moriarty or one of his men to come and open the door, untie my hands and set me free.

I heard the door lock click open and I quickly sat up. I wiped my eyes on my shoulder and took a deep breath as I waited for the door to open.

"Hello my darling," Moriarty's voice broke the silence and he slowly walked into the room. His shoes echoed against the concrete floor making his entrance so much more chilling.

I didn't reply, I barely dared look at him. Instead, my eyes focused on the psychopath's shoes and how they shined in the yellow light.

"Oh my dear Y/n," Moriarty sang as he stepped closer. Once he was close enough he stopped and crouched down to my level. I looked away quickly. "Oh come on, aren't you pleased to see me?"

"No," I finally spoke up, though mentally kicking myself for being so defiant. This man was unpredictably violent. I'd learnt very quickly not to say no to Moriarty but somehow my brain forgot this when I spoke.

"No?" Moriarty gasped. "That really isn't the right answer now it, sweetheart?" I pursed my lips and shook my head. Moriarty let out a little laugh. "Normally I don't like quiet ones but you truly are so good,"

"You promised you'd let me go today," I said quietly, still looking at the floor.

"I did?" Moriarty asked. He took his hand under my chin and pushed my face up to force me to look at him. I whimpered a little but could do nothing to stop him. "Well, there's been a change in plans," he said as a smug smile grew on his face.

I tried to stay emotionless. I tried to stay strong but I instantly began to cry.

"Aw don't cry babygirl," Moriarty caressed my cheek, brushing my tears away. I shivered at his touch and tried to move away but he put his other hand on my shoulder keeping me still. "You don't understand what you have here. Now you've gotten away from all the people who doubt you, who underestimate you, you can finally grow to your full potential. I could help you with that," He paused for a moment then stood up, pulling me up with him. My legs wobbled a little but I stood upright nonetheless. "I know what your capable of and with my help, you could achieve that potential,"

"I'm nothing like you. I know what I'm capable of and you could not help me get there. I don't do bad things, I want to people!" I cried.

"You'd be helping me, and I'm people, am I not?"

"You're insane,"

"So are you in some people's eyes," Moriarty said. "It's just a matter of perception,"

"Please, I just want to go home,"

"Back to Sherlock?" Moriarty asked in surprise. "Why? He doesn't understand, he doesn't see what I do. Do you really think, that after all, you've done here, that Sherlock is going to welcome you back with open arms? Huh?"

I shrugged and shook my head solemnly.

"And once that brother of his works out you were the one who told me about the System he will hunt you down like a common criminal. I don't think Mr Holmes will really care whether you saved his skin once before. Doesn't seem like the empathetic type,"

"You don't know that,"

"But you're not denying it is a possibility," He smiled.  "You could have everything you could ever want here," He spoke more softly in my ear now. "Fame, Revenge, Glory,"

"You can't be serious," I said, my voice breaking as tears rolled down my cheeks again, "I just want to go home,"

"You'll have someone who appreciates you. You'll be respected,"

"You'll use me,"

"No, you'll be my equal. Together we would unstoppable, no one could get in our way," His hot breath tickled my neck making me shiver. I unconsciously moved my head over to give him more access and I shut my eyes. "I know what you can do, Y/n you're clever. More than Sherlock and the others would like to admit. Leave the angels, darling, come with me,"

He made a good argument. He was right, I was under appreciated back on Baker Street. I could easily do what John did and even compete on the same level as Sherlock and Mycroft but was overlooked because of where I came from. Moriarty understood me. As much as I hated to admit it he made sense.

"What do you say, sweetheart?" He asked, dragging me from my thoughts. He brushed his hand over my cheek and over my lip. I held my breath for a moment and looked up at him with uncertainty.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Yes?" Moriarty asked, surprised by my answer a little but very pleased none the less.

"Yes, I'll join you,"

"Good choice sweetheart," He stepped back away from me and smirked, mischief and evil intent dripping from his character. Instantly regret came over me. What had I agreed to?

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Can I Play? (Kid!Winchesters x Kid!Reader)

WEDIM -Day Nine

Kid!Winchesters x Kid!Reader

WORD COUNT: 871

WARNINGS: Fluffy baby Winchesters!

SUMMARY: John saves you from a ghost after it kills your Mom. He takes you to his motel room while he finishes the job. That’s when you meet the two baby Winchesters, Sam and Dean. 

“Hey,” John said softly, “Don’t cry, I’m here to help,” The little girl whimpered and moved further back, away from him to the edge of the salt circle. “I’m John,” John said stepping a little closer, “I’m going to get you out of here, okay? I won’t hurt you I promise sweetie,”

“I want my mommy,” The little girl began to cry again, “I want my mommy!”

“Yeah, I know sweetie,” John said sadly, “Just come with me and we can sort this out okay?”

“What about the man?”

“He’s gone, I promise,”

“Really?”

“Yes, he won’t get you, I promise,”

“Mommy said I can’t move,”

“I’m a friend of Mommy’s,” John stepped inside the circle and held his hand out for the little girl to take. Cautiously, Y/n put her tiny head in his hand and stepped closer to him. John smiled and slowly walked her out of the salt ring, down the stairs and into John’s car. He wasn’t going to tell Y/n what really happened to her Mom, she was only five there was no way she’d understand. He didn’t really know what else to do so for the moment she would have to stay with him. His boy’s wouldn’t mind having someone new to play with, right?

John let Y/n sit in the front. She sat quietly for the entire journey, just watching out the window and occasionally whispering, “Horsey,” every time they drove past a ranch. Eventually after an hour of driving John pulled up into a run-down motel.

“This your house?” Y/n asked

“Um, kind of yeah.” John shrugged. “I’ve got some boy’s I want you to meet,”

“Okay,” Y/n said happily, jumping with excitement in her seat a little. John chuckled and let her out of the car.

Y/n followed closely behind John. He opened the door to the room and two young boys jumped out from behind the dirty sofa.

“Daddy!” They squealed. John smiled and let them hug him while he patted them on the head. Y/n stayed behind John, only peeping out when the two boys stepped away from their dad.

“Sam, Dean. This is Y/n, I want you to look after her tonight while I go and work,”

“But daddy!” The smallest boy, Sam, whined. “You said you play pirates with us!”

“I know Sammy, and I’m sorry but I’m not quite finished here yet,”

“He got the man out of my house,” Y/n said stepping out from behind John’s legs, John chuckled and ruffled her hair.

“Now, I won’t be back ‘till tomorrow morning. There’s some cereal in the cupboard and money for pizza in the bag,” John spoke to Dean now, he was oldest and most capable after all.

“I know Dad,” Dean said,

“Don’t open the door for anyone, don’t forget to lock the door and-“

“Look after Sammy, I know Dad!”

“Actually I was going to say, play nicely or you won’t be going to Bobby’s. Either of you,” Sam gasped and Dean’s jaw dropped. Y/n didn’t understand what going to Bobby’s meant but whatever it was, it was important so she copied Sam and gasped. John laughed at this, “Remember, play nicely. See you later boys!”

“Bye!”

“Bye Daddy!”

With that, John went out the door and the sound of his car rumbled through the quiet air and away into the night. Sam and Dean went straight back to playing their game, not really stopping to notice Y/n at all. She didn’t mind. Y/n went and sat on a bed and just watched for a while.

“What are you playing?” She asked after an hour.

“Pirates,” Dean said simply before jumping off the couch armrest, pretending to sword fight with his younger brother. Y/n nodded to herself and continued to watch again.

“Can I play too?” Y/n piped up again.

“No,” Dean said. Y/n pouted.

“Why not?” She asked, “I want to play too!”

“Because girls can’t play boy games. Girls can’t be pirates!” Dean said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Can too!”

“No they can’t. I’m the oldest and I make the rules. You can’t play,”

“Sam? Can I play with you?” Y/n asked the younger boy instead. “Please?”

Sam looked between Dean and Y/n. Dean was glaring at him while Y/n was making the best ‘please’ face she could.

“Girl’s no pirates,” He said shaking his head. Dean smiled but Y/n began to cry. Sam gave a little gasp when he saw she was crying and quickly toddled over to her, “No cry,” He said rubbing Y/n’s back like Dean did whenever he got upset. “We play other game?”

“No Sammy! We’re playing boy games! Can’t have smelly girls playing too,” Dean protested.

“I’m not smelly!” Y/n wailed.

“Daddy said we have to play nice, Dee. Or we can’t go to Bo-he’s”

“He’s just saying that! We always go to Bobby’s!”

“Not if we no play with Y/n,” Sam said sternly while giving Y/n a hug. “Play nice Dee,” Sam copied his father’s stern tone and made an angry looking face.

Dean gave an annoyed sigh, something he’d also learnt from his Dad.

“Fine!” He threw his hands up in defeat. “But we’re not playing girl games,”

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Up And Running (Supernatural x Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY TWO

SUPERNATURAL X READER

WORD COUNT: 737

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Years have passed, the Winchesters have gone and everything is okay. The impala was been put to rest in an old junkyard, slowly rotting away until you and brother come along. It calls out to you and before you know it you’re both sent down a road that’ll change your life. 

A/N: Heres a little mini series I want to start. Let me know fi you like it!!

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My brother couldn’t see past the mud and grime at first but the moment I saw the beautiful old car I was completely in love.

It was like she was calling my name, she was the only car in that junk yard that had grabbed my attention. She was not battered beyond belief like the others. She was not tired looking at all. She just looked like she had just been parked there and forgotten about.

My brother tried to complain when I brought the car, but at $400 it was an absolute steal. With help from the junk yard’s owner, we managed to push her down the road to my family home.

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For the first couple of days, I couldn’t bring myself to start work on her. I just sat in the driver’s seat and listened. Although she did not run and her engine was shot she seemed to hum as if magic ran through her black metal frame. The longer I sat in her worn leather seats the more things I noticed. The gun under the driver’s seat, the battered FBI badge and an SW-DW scratched into the roof. Whoever owned this car last really loved her, and had a really weird job.

When I finally got the courage to start her restoration I started with the trunk. I ripped the weeds growing in her mouldy carpet out and was surprised to find a secret compartment underneath. Inside there were probably hundreds of guns and knives, and was that a grenade launcher? There were prayer beads hung on the top and several weird looking symbols. There were machetes and pistols, handguns and spears. Whoever these people were they were obviously ready for an apocalypse. There was a picture placed on the top of one of the ammo boxes. I picked it up, wiped the dust off and looked at the three men in the picture

There was one tall one. He had dark hair down to his shoulders and there was something quite sad about the way he stood. The man next to him was only just shorter. He had short light brown hair styled into a little quiff. He looked strong, but tired like he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Then, next to him was another slightly shorter man again. He wore a scruffy looking suit and trench coat. His tie was backwards and he looked very unsure and was obviously not looking in the right direction for the picture. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes, much brighter than eyes really should be… maybe it was just the light.

The man in the trench coat seemed somehow familiar. Like I’d him before recently. Was he at the junk yard? There were a lot of people there…

I flipped the photo and there written in scruffy handwriting, half smudged from the damp, which read: Sam, Dean and Cas. Kansas, ’16. I guessed that’s who was in the photo. What a lucky car to have these three drive her. They were not half bad looking at all!

I straighten up when the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Someone was watching. I took the pair of keys hidden among the weapons and looked around. No one was there. I shook it off, I must be paranoid but I got to work.

Within a week she was back up and running as if she was new. She had new seats, carpet and I had to nearly completely rebuild the engine. With the help of my brother, it didn’t take too long to take the thing apart, clean everything and change a few valves and nuts and put it back together.

My brother, Jared slipped into the passenger seat and I got into the driver’s seat. I slipped the keys into the ignition and turned the key. A big grin grew on my lips as the heavenly purr echoed through the quiet night. I looked over at Jared, who had a similar expression on his face and pulled away from the driveway.

--

As Y/n and her brother drove into the night, Castiel watched on with a smile. He had hoped you’d be the ones to pick her. The Impala was back up and running and Cas knew it could only mean one thing. Trouble. 

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And Then There Were Two (Winchesters x sister!Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY THREE

WINCHESTERS X SISTER!READER

WORD COUNT: 1282

WARNINGS: Angst, sad ending? 

SUMMARY: They always tell you to be carful what you say to someone as they might be the last things you ever say to them but you never realise how true those words are till its too late. 

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Being the youngest Winchester meant I was overlooked regularly. I was no different from my brothers, I was a hunter and a pretty good one at that. I was a massive flirt like Dean and I was just as clever as Sam. I was just never noticed. It was like some cosmic force just made me invisible.

Sure, it may be a good thing at times. It was always fun seeing monsters get really confused when they realised there were three Winchesters rather than just Sam and Dean. And it was fun kicking their ass so easily as they never expected me to be so strong.

However, it did annoy me sometimes. I was always used as bait, never allowed to actually hunt the thing if my brothers were around, even if I was the one who caught on to it in the first place. I decided enough was enough. I was not a child anymore.

“Hey, Dean, we need to talk,” I said confidently as I walked into the library where Dean was sat.

“Sure, shoot,” Dean replied with a smile as he shut his laptop down.

“I’m done being bait,” I said firmly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Dean asked after a moment of silence.

“I said I’m done being bait,” I repeated, “You and Sammy always use me as bait. I’m never allowed to hunt with you guys or on my own and if I am it’s only a stupid salt and burn. I am not a child anymore Dean. I’m not being bait.”

“We just don’t want you getting hurt Y/n,”

“Three-quarters of the injuries I’ve ever got are from bait! That is not a good argument!” I raised my voice as I got frustrated with my brother.

“Look, calm down. If you don’t want to be the bait that’s fine. But you’re not hunting, especially not on your own. Done now?”

“No! You’ve got yourself a new one now!” I shouted angrily.

“Jesus Christ Y/n! What’s your problem?” Dean exclaimed now standing up, squaring me up, trying to be intimidating.

“My problem? You’re my problem Dean!” I shouted, “I can hunt! I can do everything that you two can and sometimes I can do it better! Remember when I went to see my friend in Nebraska? I went on a hunt and took out a large werewolf pack, by myself!”

“What the fuck! Why would you do that?”

“Because you won’t let me do anything around here!”

“You could have gotten yourself killed!”

“And? It’s not like you’d even care anyway!”

The fight kept going on and on, rolling into every topic that had ever gotten sharp words before. Neither of us backed down, as stubborn as we were angry.  

Sam walked in after hearing our shouting and smashing of various lamps as we threw stuff at each other. Dean and I went for each other, punching and kicking at each other.

“Guys! What the hell are you doing!” Sam shouted over the noise, stepping in between us. I lunged at Dean but was quickly stopped my Sam’s wall like body.

“Why don’t you ask her,” Dean growled, glaring at me.

“Y/n?”

“I was trying to tell Dean I didn’t want to be bait anymore and he just had to make it into a fight,”

“You started it!”

“What do you mean you don’t want to be bait? You’re not bait,”

“Shove off Sam, you know exactly what I’m on about!” I exclaimed, “Every fucking time we hunt I’m always bait. I’m never allowed to hunt on my own or with you either!”

“We just want to keep you safe,”

“No! You just don’t think I’m up to it!”

“No-“

“Oh my god! Just stop denying it, you know I’m right!”

“So what if we are?” Dean snapped, “There’s nothing you can do about it!”

"Oh my," Cas suddenly appeared next to Sam. He had a surprised look on his face and he looked around the messed up room with great confusion. “What happened?”

“Dean,”

“Y/N,” Dean and I said in unison, glaring at each other.

“Why? What made you two so angry?”

“I wanted to bring up the fact that I don’t like being bait and have a civil discussion but this dickhead over here decided to make a massive thing about it and ban me from hunting!”

“I didn’t! I just said that you’re not hunting on your own!”

“Oh yeah, but also that I’m not allowed to hunt with you and Sam ‘cus I’m such a distraction!”

“Guys!” Sam exclaimed, giving me and Dean warning looks. “It's fine Cas, they’ll just have to cool off for a bit,”

“Yeah, I’ll go cool of in the next fucking state,” I growled deciding I’d had enough of being cooped up in here. I stormed off out the library, down the corridors to the garage. Sam called after me and I heard someone follow but I didn’t care. I was done.

“Y/n!” It was Castiel following me. I didn’t stop walking.

“What? I don’t want to talk to you Cas, I’m going,” I shoved open my bedroom door and grabbed my phone and wallet. I took out the tracking device in the back of my phone and turned off the GPS. If I was leaving, I didn’t want to be found again. Try and keep me from hunting now Dean!

“Y/n, where are you going?” Cas grabbed me arm as I brushed past him.

“Away,” I snapped, “Let me go,”

“Y/n-“

“Get off!” I shouted at him, pushing him off with my free arm. It didn’t really have much of an effect on the angel but he did let my arm go. I ran to the garage and my truck, not before giving the Impala a good kick just out of spite.

I stuck the key in the ignition and drove away quickly, wheels squealing at the sudden acceleration.

--

“She’s gone,” Cas said sadly as he walked back into the library, “I don’t know where she’s going but she didn’t want me to go with her,”

“She’ll be fine,” Sam sighed.

“If she’s not back by tomorrow morning it’s her own damn fault,” Dean said sharply. He stood up and stomped out, clearly done with the subject. He went to his room, not before grabbing an ice pack for his bruised knuckles.

“She’ll be okay, we taught her well, right?” Sam asked, half to himself half to the concerned angel in front of him.

“Yes, she is very capable,” Cas said with a shrug, “But she really shouldn’t be driving by herself when she’s like that, she could get herself hurt,”

“Well, what do you want to do? If we go after her Dean’ll be pissed,”

“I don’t know,” Cas sighed.

“We’ll leave it until the morning. If she’s not back we’ll go find her. She can’t get too far, right?”

--

Sam was right. I didn’t get very far.

They are right when they say that anger blinds you because I was certainly blind when I drove in front of the semi-truck. It all happened so fast that I barely had any time to swerve away. I flipped my truck, the back end getting caught on the side of the semi and I was killed on impact.

It took a few days for my brothers to find my body. Bloody and broken on the side of the road, not fifteen miles from the bunker. It broke them, all the things we had said before I had left would be the last words we shared. That argument was my biggest regret, it was so trivial but it cost me my life. There was nothing I could do now.

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The Girl With The Bloody Face (Crowley X Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY-SEVEN

CROWLEY X READER

WORD COUNT: 827

WARNINGS: Violence

A/N: sorry this is so short guys I had to write this quickly while on break from revising. I have a big geography mock this week and I have done NO revision for it yet! God help me!! 

“You know I’d see the day when you were stuck under my boot but it seems today is my lucky day,” I sneered at the dying vampire under my foot. He glared up at me, lying completely still. I knew that I didn’t have much time to showboat but it was so fun, after years of trying to find the bastard I’d finally got him and now was my chance for revenge.

Without warning the vampire sprung up, knocking me on my back as he pushed my foot off his chest. Although this vampire was dying he was as stubborn as an ass and I knew he wouldn’t give up so quickly. I hit the concrete with a thud but quickly jumped back again, ignoring the harsh pain in my lower back. I pulled my machete out of the holster on my thigh and span it in my hand cockily. The vampire snarled and bared its teeth. I did the same.

Within milliseconds the vampire flew for me, I jumped out the ay just in time and the creature crashed hard into the brick wall behind me. While it was down I grabbed it by the collar of his checked shirt and flipped him around to face me, then pinned him to the wall. The vampire was near enough gone already, his eyes rolled back in his head and his arms hung limply by his side. A dark blue bruise was quick to form on his cheek from my previous attack, I couldn’t help but feel happy with the damage I’d cause him. Nearly payback for what he did to my friend.

“What’s up bucktooth? Giving up?” I sneered.

“Just getting started,” He said, although he tried to sound menacing his voice was barely a whisper. I rolled my eyes and held the machete in my hand higher then placed it against his neck. The vampire struggled and tried to escape but I had a much better hold of him now. With a quick, harsh push the machete went straight through his neck, spurting blood all over me and his head fell to the floor with a light thud.

I stepped back and dropped his body, turning my nose up in disgust as I wiped the blood off my face or tried to anyway. It was over. Finally.

“That was quite the show you put on there,” A deep English voice called from behind me. Sharply, I turned around on my heel with the bloody machete still in my hand.

“And you are?” I asked, clearly unimpressed with the audience.

“Crowley, King of Hell,” Crowley said, his voice full of disdain and pride. He stepped forward and smirked giving me a once over then nodding to himself.

“Is that meant to impress me?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. Crowley seemed taken aback by my comment and snorted a laugh at me.

“Darlin’, you can cut the act,” He said, “An attitude like that can get you in my bad books and trust me that is not somewhere you want to be,”

“I’m in your good books then?”

“Absolutely, a skilled hunter like you can be a real asset,”

“An asset?” I asked bitterly. There was not two feet between me and the demon king now. I could smell the faint sulphur smell which had been badly covered up by cheap cologne. Why a demon worried over that kind of thing, I did wonder.

“Especially one like you, you’ve got promise kid,”

“I’m not a kid,” I snapped, “And certainly not one that’s going to take your bullshit. I’m not buying what you’re selling, so move. Before I decide to make your head join his,”

I glared at Crowley for a moment, checking him over like he’d done to me then shoved past him, purposely brushing the blade of my machete across his leg nicking the thread of his pants. He scoffed at my action but did nothing to stop me from walking away.

--

Crowley knew in that moment that that would not be the last he would see of Y/n. She intrigued him immensely. She wasn’t like the other hunters he’d had the misfortune of meeting over the years. She wasn’t overly emotional, she wasn’t a blind idiot either. She was clever and independent. She wasn’t one to be a damsel in distress, she was the hero of her own story. That’s what Crowley liked the most about her. She was different.

It was clear that the girl was powered by revenge, the fire in her angry eyes let him know that as soon as he saw her. Crowley knew he could use that power, that pure anger to make something out of her. Something evil and powerful but for some reason something niggled at him, telling him he couldn’t. Maybe it was the last of his humanity, the human blood side-effects still not fully worn off yet or maybe he just liked her. Probably.

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[xwing-baby]

The Deal (Dean X Reader)

WEDIM Day Sixteen

DEAN X READER

WORD COUNT:843

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: You knew you shouldn’t have done it but it had to be done. The Winchester’s must be saved. 

I’d never run so fast in my life. 

I run full pelt back to the motel, fumbling with the key’s as I unlocked the door. I prayed he wouldn’t be awake yet, that I had time to make everything look like nothing happened. But as soon as I opened the door I was met by Dean, who was just about to walk out. 

I was relieved beyond words. He was alive! 

I jumped on him, giving him a big hug. Dean laughed nervously and hugged me back. I didn’t even realise I was crying until I moved off him and saw the damp patch on his chest. 

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Dean asked with a concerned look on his face. 

“Nothing, I’m so glad you’re okay,” I whispered hugging him again. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Dean asked, laughing again. I just shook my head and continued to cry. 

Dean raised his eyebrow and gently pulled me inside the motel room, shutting the door behind me.  

“Spill,” He said as he sat down. I followed and sat down on the sofa opposite the chair Dean was sat in.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to tell him what had happened or tell him what I’d just done. He would surely hate me for. I knew what I’d done was wrong but I couldn’t have gone on without him. It was my fault he died and my mess to clear up. If it took a bad deal with a crossroads demon, then that’s what I had to do. The world needed Dean Winchester. It did not need little old me! “Y/n, what did you do?” 

I sighed again, and gave him an apologetic look as I began to tell him what happened. --- [FLASHBACK] --- My tears fell freely as I knelt down in the middle of the crossroads scrambling to bury the small box. Inside was a photo of myself, graveyard dirt and a bone from a black cat. I stood up and turned around, looking everywhere for the sight of the demon. There was no one. Just dirt track going off in each direction.

I stomped angrily on the small mound of soil where the box was buried and screamed. Cursing and sobbing loudly. This had to work, it had to! “Hey, sunshine. Calm down no need to get in such a flap,” A man’s voice said from behind me. 

I spun around to see a tall man standing right in front of me. He had a lazy grin on his face, sparking blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair. If it wasn’t for the smart black suit he was wearing I would have thought he’d walked straight out of Venice Beach. He blinked and let his blood red eyes show, letting me know that he was a cross roads demon. I took a few deep breathes, calming myself down. This was my only chance to save Dean so I had to make it count. “There we go! Now, what can I do for such a beautiful girl as yourself?” 

“Save him,” I said without missing a beat. Confidence and fake assertion laced my voice. Knew what I wanted. I knew how to get it too. “Save Dean Winchester,” 

The demon scoffed and his eyes widened slightly. He whistled and run his hand through his hair. “Dean Winchester?” The demon asked, “No can do I’m afraid. That guys on the top of the kings hit list. Sorry, no,”  

I frowned. 

“I didn’t ask, I told. Now. Save. Dean. Winchester,” I said angrily stepping closer to the demon. I pulled out the demon blade from my pocket. The demon stepped backwards, away from me and stepped right into my trap. I smirked and stepped back away from the demon then pointed at the floor where the paint marked the ground. 

“Shit,” The demon cursed. 

“I’m not gonna tell you again,” I said through gritted teeth. The demon laughed cruelly and stepped to the edge of the trap.

“No.”

--- “Then. Then it was all a blue. I can’t really remember what I did or how I managed to get him to say yes but I did,” 

“How long have you got?” Dean asked quietly. 

“A year,” I said sadly. Dean sighed and ran his hands over his face. He was pissed. “Please don’t be mad at me,” I pleaded. “Please,” 

Dean looked up at me again. A couple small tears rolling down his face but he quickly wiped them away. He stood up and sat next to me, grabbing hold of my hands and pulling them into him lap. He played over the back of my hand for a moment then finally said:

“It’s going to be okay,” He kissed my hand and looked me straight in the eye, “I love you, okay? Sure, I’m mad as hell that you did that but I love you,” I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out were more sobs. Dean frowned and hugged me tight, “It’s going to be okay,”

[xwing-baby]

“I promise,” (Sam X Reader)

WEDIM -Day Eight

SAM X READER

WORD COUNT: 1142

WARNINGS: Torture, angst, 

SUMMARY: You were captured by demons wanting information. Weeks past and you thought all hope was lost when the Winchesters came to your rescue. However, just because you were out of that hell doesn’t mean hell hadn’t left yo. 

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4 weeks. 4 weeks had gone by and no one had found me. If no one came soon I would give up, I only had a small amount of fight left in me but the comforting bliss of death was becoming more and more inviting. I wanted to die, I wanted to give in, but I knew I couldn’t. For Sam’s sake. I had to stay alive. 

The demons here were reckless, nothing like the ones I’d met out in the real world. These were not snarky, back chatting, do as their told demons, no. These were torturers. Hell’s best, as I’d been so nicely informed. These demons twisted human souls into a hell soldier. The two in charge of me would do anything to get the information. 

“You’re making a big mistake by not co-operating with us, sweetheart,” The demon said as he ran a sharp blade across my chest, making a stinging cut all the way down to my belly button. I flinch and wriggled in discomfort. “Just tell us where the Winchester’s are and where you’re little profit friend is and we’ll let you go,” 

“Go to hell!”  

“I wish I could,” The demon smiled, “But you’re holding me up here, it can’t really be that hard to tell me, surely?” I stayed silent. Staring hard into the demon in front of me than to the one stood watching. “Tell me!” The demon screamed in my face. Again, I stayed silent. “Fine be a bitch,” 

With that the demon stabbed in to my leg, breaking open the partially healed wound already there. I screamed and writhed. He pulled it out and laughed maliciously. 

“Would you like to tell us now?” The demon in the corner asked. I shook my head as I continued to cry. “Wrong answer!” 

I was stabbed again and again, every couple of times some kind of potion would be poured into a wound only making the pain somehow worse. I blacked out after the second time this happened, wishing for death to finally take me but I wasn’t that lucky. Hours passed since the demons left me alone. I was slipping in and out of consciousness so I was not really sure how long it had been. 

The door creaked open and I jumped in fright. I pushed myself as far back against the chair as possible, whimpering and pleading for whoever it was to go away or to just kill me. But instead of an angry demon, there stood an angry Dean. His hair was messy, his hands were covered in blood and his chest was heaving. He ran in and quickly untied the chain from my wrists, not saying a word. 

“Dean,” I whispered, happy tears now falling down my cheeks. “You came for me,” 

“Just hang on okay, Y/n?” Dean said, “Sam’s outside, we need to get out of here,”  

“Okay…” I said even quieter now. My eyelids became heavy and I felt myself slipping away. I was relieved and the exhausted. Before I could do anything to stop myself I passed out. 

--

I woke up suddenly. My chest was heaving and I was crying. Ever since I’d been rescued I was getting nightmares ever night. 

I threw the covers off my legs and curled myself into a ball, sobbing into my pyjama pants. I took long deep breaths as Sam had told me too on the multiple occasions this had happened before and tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t wake Sam up again, he’d barely got any sleep in the last week because of me. I could deal with this on my own. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. 

I looked over to see Sam asleep in the bed opposite me. He was fast asleep, the covers scrunched up in his hand as he nuzzled his face into them. He looked so sweet. So peaceful. 

Quietly I got up and padded into the small kitchen area in the room. I poured myself a glass of cold water and sat down by the window watching the stars. I was fine. I was alive. I was fine.  

“Y/n,” A quiet voice whispered in my ear. I jumped and turned around to see who was there. No one. My heart began to race and I grabbed the gun on the table. “Y/n,” The voice sang again.  

I looked over at Sam, he was still asleep. The doors and windows were locked, no one could get in. 

“I was already in here, missy,” The voice whispered, “Ever since you got out, just up in your head,”  

“W-who are you?” I asked out loud. My voice was as shaky as my hands were as I span around trying to find where the voice was coming from. 

“You’ve forgotten already?” The demon who tortured me appeared in from of me, a wild grin plastered on his face as he walked towards me. I tried to shoot him put I couldn’t. I just walked backwards, sobbing and trying to keep the gun straight. The demon laughed hysterically and went touch me, I shut my eyes tight and began to hyperventilate. 

“Stop!” I cried. I collapsed on the ground, the gun skid across the lino floor. I opened my eyes and the demon was gone. 

“I’ll always be here,” The demon’s voice sang in my head, “You can’t get rid of me that easy,” 

“Please,” I whimpered, “Stop it, just stop,” I shut my eyes again, pushing the thoughts of the demon out of my head and sobbed into my hands. Suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder and I screamed, quickly moving away. I opened my eyes and saw Sam. Blurry eyed and concerned.

“Y/n, it’s okay. You’re okay. It’s just me,” Sam said quietly. I continued to cry and did not move any closer to him. What if this was just a trick. What if I was still in Hell being tortured? 

“Stay back,” I said. 

“Y/n, it’s just me. You’re okay,” 

“No, you’re not real. This is all in my head, just please stop.” 

“I am real, Y/n. I promise,” Sam grabbed my hand and moved closer to me, I began to calm down as I realised that he was real. I began to relax and let him pull me into a tight hug. “It’s okay,” Sam whispered, “You’re okay,” 

We sat on the cold floor like this for a while. Me continuing to cry and Sam reassuring and comforting me. After what seemed like forever Sam managed to get me back into bed and tucked me up under the covers. 

“I’m sorry Sam,” I said for the thousandth time that night. 

“It’s fine, really,” Sam smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead. “I understand. But trust me when I say we’ll get through this. We will,”

“Really?” 

“I promise,”

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