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I just recently figured out the passwords to my accounts so guess who’s back! It’s me (kinda).

So a while back I posted on this account that I made a new one and wrote one thing on it two years ago and then didn’t touch it. Now with quarantine going on I have been reliving my golden days of fan fiction and one shots and I couldn’t help but go snooping around my blogs.

I know that I have a new account and I would like to start using that account to write again, but after seeing the work that I put into this account I don’t really want to see it go to waste.

Basically I feel terrible leaving this account behind so I’m thinking I’ll post a master list on my new account ( @beardedcaptain ) for these works and the work that I finished on beardedcaptain.

If anyone that follows this blog is still interested in my writings feel free to give it a follow, I promise I’ll get everything on this page over there and I’m thinking I’m gonna jump back into writing for a while.

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new blog

I have been itching to restart my blog and it’s theme for a while now, but have no desire to abandon any work I’ve published on this page.

So, although this may seem sudden, I’ve started a new blog which can be found here.

It’s your same ol’writer but on a different blog writer higher quality (maybe) stories. Plus, I will be writing about the same things as I did on this blog, so no need to worry about the blog name and theme :)

You Scream Heartbreak

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,711

Warnings: Swearing

Description: You and Peter finally confess your shared feelings to each other, but it all goes horribly wrong when he tells you his other secret.

A/N: don’t think this is a happy ending kind of prompt but I’m basing this off of number 10 of this list I am willing to do a part two possibly

Requests are Open

It was well known that Peter and Ned had always been bullied their whole lives. The things they publicly expressed interest in weren’t respected among their peers and that placed a big target on their back since the moment they became friends.

However, you as well were a victim to the cruel social caste system created by stereotypical high school movies made in the 90′s. When you were younger you didn’t fit the bill of someone who could go unnoticed in the halls of junior high.

Just like Peter and Ned’s past, people seemed to pick on you simply because you were an easy target. You couldn’t really keep up with the latest trends so the girls deemed you as ridiculously dressed, after learning to keep to yourself more people began to join in and make harassing comments about your lack of social skills.

It wasn’t until the eighth grade that you met Peter and Ned in band class. The three of you bonded over the bullies that you shared and how you just wished you could be a little more like Han Solo, well, you were more keen on Princess Leia.

Dead in the Water

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,672

Warnings: Mentions/Themes of Drowning

Description: While hunting a particularly nasty sea creature you fail to mention your fear of water to your hunting buddies the Winchester’s. It’s not until you put yourself in a sticky situation that Dean is forced to come and save you.

Request: Hi! Can you do a dean x reader, were the reader is afraid of water, and falls into a lake/ocean and dean saves her? Btw you are amazing, keep up the good work! - @00minime00

A/N: I love that you guys enjoy my writing, keep sending in those juicy requests ;)

P.S. sorry it took so long for me to get this out, I just got the wifi back up in my house today

Requests are Open

Once you found out what you were dealing with, you immediately knew you had to call the Winchesters.

You stood at the edge of an old wooden dock, which was only large enough for two lawn chairs to fit on it side by side, and waited impatiently for Sam and Dean. It was now noon and they were supposed to come at ten o’clock.

Despite the warm spring weather, goosebumps ran down your shoulders and arms as you looked into the deep blue water, unsure of the depths the lake reached. It wasn’t so much what was in the water that irked you, it was the water itself.

Your mind fled to the memory of you as a young child, being unwilling thrown into the water and catching your foot between two tightly pack rocks. Water filled your small lungs and you tried everything to fight against it, only to be saved by your now adoptive father Bobby.

Pre-occupied with your thoughts, you failed to hear the two young men stomp there way over to you, and only greeted them when Dean placed a caring hand on your shoulder. He had noticed your weary nature and concerned immediately flooded his faced.

“I’ve been waiting here for two hours you know.”

You said with an uneasy grin as you hugged each of your childhood friends. You observed Dean’s worry, he was always very quick to notice when something was wrong with you, but you brushed it off as you started to laugh. They chuckled and grinned along with you, as Sam hugged you he provided you with an excuse.

“It was hard to find this place! Plus Dean had an emergency stop for a bathroom break.”

When you looked over at Dean he just shrugged, causing you and his younger brother to laugh once again. After the short greetings were over, you three quickly jumped into business.

“So, (Y/N), what exactly are we dealing with here?”

“Well, I originally thought that it was a vengeful spirit, the first drowning seemed as though the victim could have had residing anger due to foul play. However, the more I got into the case, the more I deviated from that idea.”

You looked out into the water and started to think about the nasty creature that resided in the lake. You just shook your head and looked back at the boys that stood on an angle behind you.

“What do you think it could be then?”

Dean questioned, crossing his arms and shifted his weight from foot to foot. Every creature that you needed help dealing with typically ended with him or Sam being bait in the water, literally. But he didn’t mind, he loved being able to see you.

“There’s something called a Kappa in Japanese folklore, that almost represents a child turtle hybrid. They are water based creatures and are sometimes viewed as the tricksters of the sea, however can be very malevolent and find their fun in drowning and raping their victims.”

Sam and Dean seemed confused clearly never hearing of such a creature before. You started to walk back towards the land and waved them to follow you to your car, where you had an assortment of lore books stored in the back seat.

You took out the book that was placed on top of the pile, clearly the one being the most recently used, and opened it to the page where you found your information. You placed the thick, heavy, book on the hood of the car and let Sam and Dean read the page.

“If you already figured all of this out, why do you need us?”

Dean asked bluntly, not only referring to this case but the many others before it.

A light blush crept upon your face, for you knew the real answer was utterly embarrassing for a life long hunter to ever admit.

“I-I don’t think I have the man power to deal with it alone. I need my two big and strong WInchester’s to help me out.”

Sam nodded while Dean remained skeptical. He knew how easily it would be for you to kick his ass, but brushed it off knowing that everyone needs a little help sometimes.

“Do you know how to kill it?”

Sam asked, leaning against your classic car and shaded his eyes from the brightness of the sun.

“Ginger, iron, or sesame drives them away from most areas, however their favorite food, cucumbers will lure it out of the water. Then we’ll behead it and burn the body.”

Both the boys nodded and agreed to help kill the creature. The three of you quickly devised a plan on how to lure and kill the Kappa, wishing nothing but to end the life of a murderous creature.

Your plan seemed fool proof, however what you, Sam, or Dean, didn’t know was that each of you failed to read key information on the next page of the lore book.

Since kappa’s are seen as tricksters, they can make their victims hallucinate and change their perspective of reality.

So, while Dean and Sam were really at the edge of the dock, holding cucumbers to lure out the monster, you thought they were still at the impala grabbing iron weapons to defend themselves.

In reality you were standing behind the Winchesters, but since your mind was skewed into thinking you were isolated on the doc, you moved to off the small platform and went to the edge of the dark blue water.

You sighed and pick up a flat rock and tried to skip it on top of the water’s surface, but the rock never went past the first skip. You were never too great at it anyway.

It wasn’t until your mind snapped back into reality that you heard Dean and Sam yelling at you. The kappa was lying right in front of you, holding your ankles with a strong grip. It pulled you down and you recklessly fell to the muddy ground. It started to drag you into the water and you attempted to fight it with kicks and screams.

As your legs began to be submerged with water, you began to hyperventilate, your panic and fear setting in quickly. Dean jumped down from the dock and tried to pull you back onto shore, but the strength of the kappa was winning over Dean’s.

He began to yell at Sam to hurry up and get him the weapons, however he was never able to finish his demands as he was knocked down from the force of the kappa’s pull.

Now you were completely surrounded by water, you were flailing your arms and legs trying to resurface. You continuously struggled against the kappa’s actions, every time it pulled you further into the water’s depths, you kicked and moved your arms farther.

The struggle was taking too long, and you began to panic again, this time water entered your lungs.

You tried to cough it up, but while still surrounded by water it was too difficult to not take more in.

Then, as more water filled your lungs, a soft crash could be heard from next to you and then all of a sudden the struggle ended. Before you were rendered unconscious, you felt the cool air of the evening hit your face.

Soon you were back on the soft muddy land, and Dean didn’t hesitate to start pushing down onto your chest and breathing into your mouth. You then opened your eyes and sputtered up the salty water.

“Thank god, thank god, thank god.”

He whispered as he sat you up and pulled you into his chest. Dean enclosed you in a tight hug and kissed your forehead repeatedly. When your vision was back in focus, you saw Sam with his hand on his chest breathing heavily and Dean, sopping wet, and had nervous tears running down his face.

“Dean, I’m okay. You did it, you saved me and killed the kappa.”

You complimented him in an attempt to calm him down, but he only smiled and huffed. You were confused at his response but he looked back at Sam and waved him off. Dean pulled away from you and took your hand in his.

“You clearly wouldn’t make a great detective, (Y/N).”

You furrowed your brows and tilted your head in confusion.

“I think I would do fine if I say so myself, I solve cases without a problem.”

“That’s not what I am talking about.”

He said with a smile.

“It’s hard for me to admit this but you’re too important to me for you to be hunting on your own, I need you to stay safe.”

“You’re important to me too, Dean. In fact, you are the most important person in my life. I’m okay though, really I hunt just fine, today was just a hiccup.”

He sighed again and scratched the back of his neck. He squeezed your hand for reassurance and looked back into your eyes.

“Don’t you get it? (Y/N), I really, really like you and not in a friendly sort of way. I can’t let what happened tonight happen again.”

You looked at him in awe, and smiled. A faint blush leapt onto your face as you thought of the hot shot know as Dean Winchester liking you.

“Please don’t tell me I made myself look like a jackass.”

Laughing, you let go of his hand and placed your hands on his cheeks.

“You always look like a jackass, but I like you and not in a friendly sort of way too.”

Dean’s grin spread ear to ear and he leaned in and kissed you. He moved his hands to the lower part of your waist to pull you in closer. Each of you could taste the sea salt from the water you the were covered in, but neither of you minded. You only split apart when Sam yelled at you and Dean from the parked cars.

“(Y/N) almost drowned already, come up for some air you two!”

Hi! Can you do a dean x reader, were the reader is afraid of water, and falls into a lake/ocean and dean saves her? Btw you are amazing, keep up the good work!

yes of course I can :) thank you so much for the complement, I’m glad that you enjoy my writing

would you like to be tagged?

Hi! I really liked your Spider-Man writing! I don't really have a specific request but I'd love to see more marvel stuff, Spider-Man specifically.x

aw thank you and I am planning on writing more marvel based imagines (especially spiderman, tom holland is a cutie) but I haVEN’T EVEN SEEN HOMECOMING YET CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!! Don’t worry I’m planning to, I’m just waiting to write more until I see it

If you want to message me with your username I could tag you in the imagine I’m planning to write ;)

Spare Keys Save Lives

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,573 (oops)

Warnings: Violence

Description: You and Sam became roommates while Dean was in Purgatory, however, when Sam needs to go to find his brother again he leaves you and your friendship behind. Years later he returns with Dean, but not under the circumstances you had hoped for.

Request: Okay, so you know the relationship between Amelia and Sam? Well, replace Amelia with 'reader'(or y/n) Anyways, the request is that Sam found the person in question and lives with her. Brother and sisterly thing, that's all. :) But instead of making him choose to leave or stay, she encourages him to go on doing whatever he is doing. That there's always a place for him here. Cue something bad happening to her about a year or so later and Sam and Dean go all bad ass and save her. - @extrasweet111

A/N: For the benefit of my mainstream way of writing I slightly altered the ending, if you want a different ending I will make an alternate one, just let me know :)

Requests are Open

You first meet your oversized roommate when you were running in the park and bumped into a six foot four giant. A small conversation began and you both went on with your days, until later when the two of you met again at a small coffee house that you regularly stopped in. You didn’t notice his presence until his tall cappuccino spilled all over the floor when he tripped over your stool.You acknowledged him from earlier and apologized for his now puddled coffee, and kept chatting until his new coffee was made.

It wasn’t until you saw him for the third time that day at the mechanic shop where your uncle worked, that you began to become curious of the man and who he is. When you discovered that his car was towed in with two flat tires, you assumed it was his lucky day.

During the time he was waiting for his car estimate, you two began talking again when you discovered his lack of housing and now transport. Now knowing more about the friendly jogger name Sam Winchester, you offered for him to stay in your pool house, which only had a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small living area, but would be nice for someone without a place to stay. After all it was much more pristine than the dirty motels in the area.

He at first rejected your offer, but you asked one more time for the sake of courtesy, insisting that you meeting each other was his fate. Although a little weary, he accepted, but insisted that it was only for a few nights, for he did not want to be a burden.

Beautiful Things Can Come From War

Pairing: Peter Parker x TeenageSuperhero!Reader

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: epic fight scene from CACW

Description: While a destructive battle between Captain America and Tony Stark occurs, you find yourself becoming attracted to a certain webslinger, and that attraction only grows stronger when he comes and visits you while in the hospital. Even though you are fighting with the star spangled man with a plan, the team seems to approve.

A/N: I just really love Marvel okay? Let me know if you want me to post more on the marvel universe

Requests are Open

You proudly stood next to Steve Rodgers, holding your head up high with your arms crossed in an attempt to make yourself appear more intimidating next to the super soldier. You weren’t necessarily small, but compared to the century old man you had by your side, it seemed like you were a gold fish next to a great white shark.

Regardless of how short or tall you are, everyone standing on the airport runway knew how good of a fighter you are and how dangerous you can become when you choose to use your blades and ninja stars.

Tony was having a one way conversation about how he needed to bring in Bucky and that you and Steve shouldn’t resist is demands, but you were both prepared to fight your way out of this, along with the rest of your team.

“Underoos!”

A string of white shot out from the air and wrapped up Cap’s hands, while the person who tied him up stole his shield.

“Nice job kid.”

Tony directed at the culprit, who began to thank Stark until his attention turned to you.

“Thank you Mr. Stark, I could of- oh wow.”

You and Tony both rolled your eyes, while Steve and Nat smirked at the young boy’s remark.

The two grown men continued to argue about what should happen within the exchange, which only ended in the beginning of the civil war.

As soon as hell broke loose, T’Challa instantly wanted to go for Bucky. Steve reacted just as quickly and began to fight against him in an attempt to keep Buck safer longer.

Looking around at the chaos, everyone was on someone, so you joined Captain and gained him the upper hand in the fight with the Black Panther.

“(Y/N)! I’ll take care of this just go find Buck and Sam and get them here!”

You nodded towards him and quickly left to meet the two men, who you found quickly with the unintentional help of Tony.

“Parker, go swing some webs near the terminals where Barnes is!”

Moving with stealth and speed, you were able to gain entrance to the airport in no time, quickly finding the wanted super solider and the man who could fly stuck to the floor next to each other.

“Listen now isn’t really a good time to be playing with white stuff.”

Your snarky comment didn’t sit well with your two friends, so you took out a throwing knife from your arm band and cut them loose, pulling them both up and leading them back to the runway.

The three of you met up with Cap and you once again stood proudly next to him and Clint. On his call, everyone began charging at each other while you pulled back, observing the scene around you. The man in the red suit, or as Tony called him “Parker”, swung on a thin white string, which immediately gave you an idea.

Quickly, you pulled out a ninja star and threw it towards him, breaking the string and sending him down to your level.

“So, you’re the one shooting white substance at my friends?”

You stepped closer to him and appeared to be relaxed, despite wanting to throw a punch so badly.

“It’s a ratio of rigidity and flexibility that makes it strong and sticky, the white part-”

“It was a joke sweetheart, and frankly I don’t really care about the jizz machines on your wrists.”

He laughed and stood up straight, the eyes on his suit squinting.

“Mr. Stark said you were a little immature.”

He jumped down from the aircraft and attempted to fight you hand on hand. Parker raised his hand to swing at you when you blocked it, flipping him and holding him down with your knee to his wrist. Before you could react, he used his other hand and pulled you to his side with a web, throwing you off balance.

Enraged at your blindspot, you took out a throwing knife and gripped it tight in your hand, both of you standing back up in fighting stance.

“You know, if this whole battle wasn’t going on right now I would ask for your number.”

He said confidently, knowing that you didn’t know his identity.

“Spidey, I don’t exactly who you are, but if this all goes down well maybe you can have it after this is all over.”

Both of you began to run towards each other, when he got your wrists tied together and pulled you toward him.

“Mr. Stark also told me to go for your wrists, that they were what you need the most to use your weapons.”

He was so close to you that he only had to whisper it for you to hear, however you smirked and scoffed, knowing that Tony was right.

“Weapons, you say?”

Suddenly, Parker was being wrapped up in his own webs as your ran circles around him, then, before cutting yourself loose, you used your two ties hands to hit him over the head, which knocked him to the ground.

“The name’s (Y/N), by the way.”

As you were running towards the center of the runway, you heard him call after you.

“I’m Peter, Peter Parker!”

Over the intercom, you heard Scott say he has a distraction for Steve and Buck, however while running to meet Wanda and Clint you weren’t aware of the explosive Rhodey sent your way, which sent you flying.

Everyone seemed to stop and stare, a few of the Avengers on both sides attempted to stop you from colliding with anything, but their attempts failed, and you ended up smacking into a plane’s front window. The glass cracked and you slide down to the ground, but something caught you before you could hit concrete.

Before you blacked out, you were able to get one last message out over the intercom.

“Tic Tac, do your thing. Steve, Buck, just get out of here.”

The last thing you remember seeing was a young man, around your age, standing over you with his hand running through is hair. Then everything was consumed into a darkness.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the unfamiliar surroundings. You weren’t in a typical hospital room, it was more like a cell, however one of the walls was clear glass, which provided you with the sight of most of the members of Cap’s team.

“Guys, (Y/N)’s awake!”

Your head was pounding and you went to move your right hand when you felt a pull back. You were handcuffed.

“Why am I restrained?”

“Well, you got the room with the most access, just in case anything happened to you while you were under we needed to be able to get to you quick. Plus, with your feisty attitude we didn’t know what kind of stunt you might pull.”

Tony stated while he stood in front of the wall made of glass. You could see from your bed the apologetic place he held, you knew that it was never his intention to get a young kid hurt. The others, from what you could tell were angry at him, due to the furious looks they held behind his back.

Observing the different rooms, compared to everyone else’s yours had a large door and two small windows out into the hallway of wherever you were.

“Plus, I’m allowing you to have visitors.”

You scoffed and shook your head.

“All of my visitors are locked up, you’re really going to let them wonder the halls?”

“I wasn’t talking about them.”

He pointed towards the door and as he did, it slowly opened and a young man appeared.

“Let me give you two some privacy.”

Curtains were drawn in front of the large window facing your inmates. You turned back to the guest in your room.

“Do we know each other?”

You asked, his face seemingly familiar however not recognizable.

“I guess you don’t recognize me without the mask, huh?”

Putting the dots together, you laughed and shook your head in dismay.

“Peter, Peter Parker is my visitor? Should I be scared or intimidated?”

“Hopefully neither, me being here is a privilege. I wanted to check in on you before I headed back to Queens.”

Being in the position that you are with the Avengers, it’s been deemed nearly impossible to meet people your age, especially ones with a pretty face. You were flattered by his concern and genuinely grateful that you were able to meet the man behind the mask.

“Thank you, not only for checking in but for catching me before I completely wiped out.” He awkwardly laughed and scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I thought you were out before you saw me.”

“Even if I was, I couldn’t miss that rigidity to flexibility ratio that practically saved my life.”

You both laughed in unison and was left in an awkward silence after the giggles faded away. It wasn’t until a whole minute had past that you thought of something to say.

“You know, before this whole war broke loose I was planning on getting to Queens to look at colleges. Maybe after I get out of here you would be willing to take me around?”

“U-uh yeah, yeah! That sounds really great I could definitely show you around and if you want we could look at some campuses together! I mean my Aunt May would probably want to come with us, she's very involved in my future-”

He stopped rambling once he heard soft laughter escape your lips. Peter once again joined in on the laughs and this time began to play with his fingers out of a nervous habit. Unbeknownst to him, you noticed these tells and thought it was the cutest thing ever.

“I’m not as smooth without the mask, huh?”

“Maybe not, but with or without the mask you’re still getting my number.”

A faint blush creeped onto his face, and Peter pulled out his phone and added a new contact with you name on it. You read him your number aloud and double checked to make sure it was correct.

“I’ll text you now and you can just text me back whenever you get out of here.”

You nodded and he got up to walk out the door when you called his name.

“Peter, um you forgot something, come here.”

He started to pat his pockets to double check as he walked over to your bed again. With your one free hand you took his hand and pulled him down to your level, gently placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks again.”

You whispered and squeezed his hand goodbye. His blush grew stronger and he waved goodbye to you as he exited through the thick metal door.

This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Okay, so you know the relationship between Amelia and Sam? Well, replace Amelia with 'reader'(or y/n) Anyways, the request is that Sam found the person in question and lives with her. Brother and sisterly thing, that's all. :) But instead of making him choose to leave or stay, she encourages him to go on doing whatever he is doing. That there's always a place for him here. Cue something bad happening to her about a year or so later and Sam and Dean go all bad ass and save her.

this is sooooo cute!!! yes I will write this asap, however I am actually about to move so I apologize if it takes a few days, but I will tag you once it’s out :)

tchalia

happy 4th of july!!

for havoke.

Deal With The Demons - Part Two

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 2,403

Description: Sam is left alone and miserable after you and Dean die. He spends most of his days doing the same thing over and over again, going through the same cycle on a daily basis. Falling fast, Sam meets another hunter who offers to help him with his case, desperate Sam accepts her help.

Warnings: Blood, death, tears.

A/N: I edited part one, it is practically the same however if you have read part one prior to this coming out please reread it as there are new key details in there.

Also I added a new character in the story and may add a few more, don’t be alarmed.

Part One

He didn’t want to see your body like he saw Dean’s. He didn’t want to bury your body back home and make your memory into a gravestone. He didn’t want to open his eyes.

However Sam did, and he found nothing in the barn other then angel blades and two pools of blood on the floor, one from his brother and one from you.

For a while he just sat there behind the stack of hay that shielded him from the brutal fight, his entire body numb from the events that had occurred in the past day. His eyes were puffy and red from the tears that were spilled over you and his brother.

Why couldn’t he just stay dead?

Sam wished for nothing more then to be a memory like his brother and the love of his life, but he made a promise to her, to you.

Time seemed to be still, Sam still found himself staring at the blood on the hay covered barn floor. It wasn’t until he saw shadows begin to appear that he started to move.

He got up from his spot on the floor and walked around the hay, facing the crime scene. The strength he had from before diminished, and Sam began to exit the barn when he noticed two shiny objects thrown at a distance not too far from each other.

The heavy weight on his chest pulled him towards them, bending down to gain a better perspective of the unknown objects. As he placed one of them in his hand, he recognized the keys to in Impala, sadly laughing at the found memory of his brother. He pocketed the ancient keys and walked over to the other object, this one appearing thinner and modern.

Human

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Word Count: 862

Warnings: Death

Description: After a long relationship with Cas, he goes into the fight with no return and the reader is reminded that they are only human.

A/N: Big things have been going on in my life right now and I’m glad that because of it I can really pour myself back into writing. Expect different writings for different fandoms, but stick with me, I’m not abandoning anyone :)

Requests Are Open

You weren’t there when it happened, when any of it happened.

The Winchester’s had only called you when they first arrived at Cas and Kelly’s hideout, and at that time you were a state over. It took you the whole day to get to the remote location Cas had found for the supernatural mother, it was late into the night when you pulled up to the small cottage.

It was stunningly silent, and at first it felt peaceful and serine, but the two Winchester boys came from the back of the house covered in sweat and dirt looking exhausted and defeated, which turned your calmness into worry.

“(Y/N)...”

Sam sighed in sadness and realization, likely remembering that you were due to arrive.

“What happened? Where’s Cas?”

Dean and Sam’s face’s dropped, each brother refused to make eye contact with you.

“You two are scaring me, where’s Cas?”

You repeated the question, louder and now with tears in your eyes. Again, they only looked at each other. Distress and exsaperation filled your body, which fueled you to run to the backyard.

“What happened back here, huh? Why don’t you two grow up and tell me-”

As the distance between you and the boys increased, your voice grew louder, until you saw what Sam and Dean were hiding.

A numbing pain shot through your body and tears began to flow down your cheeks. Unknowingly, you ran towards the body of your beloved angel and sunk to your knees. In the silent night, you let out a gut-wrenching scream, birds left the surrounding trees and the ground seemed to shake.

Your head was resting on Cas’s immobilized chest and your sobs and pleads to bring him back were muffled into the cloth of his trademark trench coat.

A pair of rough hands gently rubbed your back but you didn’t move from your spot.

“This is my fault, I should’ve seen Lucifer coming.”

Dean whispered, sadness evident in his voice. You didn’t respond to his confession, you weren’t able to. The only thing that you could do was turn and hug your long-term friend, and attempt to comfort each other.

It felt as though an hour went by until Sam came out from the cabin’s backdoor. When he did, he immediately ran towards his older brother and you, taking you from Dean’s arms and placing you into his own.

It took a long time for you three to move from the positions you were in. None of you knew what to do after sitting there for hours. You weren’t ready to move his vessel, but knew that if you didn’t the corpse would begin to rot.

Sam and Dean got a large blanket out of the back of the impala and wrapped up the angel you loved. You almost refused to look, because if you didn’t it might not be true, but when you went to meet the boys in the front of the house, the black wings that tainted the green grass stood out to you like a daisy in a field of red roses.

Tear submerged once again, but you held them back in an effort to have a decent conversation with the Winchesters.

When you returned to the front of the hideout, the tall, plaid wearing men stood in front of the backdoor to the impala, presumably covering the remains of your lover.

“I’ll follow you back to the bunker and we can figure out what we’re going to do then.”

You spoke so low that it could barely be heard, but you knew your voice would break if you even attempted to speak louder.

“Let me drive you back, you’re not in the right state of mind to work the roads.”

Dean stated, not planning on hearing your protests, he placed his arm around your shoulders and walked you to the passenger side of your truck.

He opened the door for you and made sure you got in, then nodded to Sam and telling him to be safe while getting in the drivers seat.

As he was driving, you began to cry again, thinking of all the memories you and Cas shared over the many years you’ve known him. Now the last memory you had of his face was lifeless and cold.

“Do you want to talk about it? What happened tonight?”

In an effort to speak properly, you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath.

“Not now, I-I don't think I’m ready.”

Dean nodded but kept his eyes on the road, but you couldn’t help but feel as though you had to say something.

“I don’t know if h-he ever made you feel this way but, whenever I was with Cas, whatever we were doing, I always felt... i-immortal. Maybe it was because he was and he was powerful, and I felt protected and that what we had was eternal, but now that he’s gone... I feel dead.”

More tears dripped out of your eyes and onto the leather seats of the impala, which you quickly wiped away, but Dean grabbed your hand and gave it a friendly squeeze.

“You feel that way because you’re human. We all are.”

I’m just now coming to the realization I need to start writing for myself and not for others, I’m back bitches.

P.S. I’ll start cranking out new imagines soon

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clarkegriffins

4.01 // 12.23

Separate Rooms

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,160

Description: Having separate hotel rooms was not something you, Sam, and Dean were accustomed to. You always had the boys by your side, day and night, until Mick had booked the four of you in separate rooms of a three star hotel.

Warnings: none

A/N: I was away on vacation for a week and living in a hotel for that long had got me thinking

You slammed the impala’s trunk closed, placing down the final duffel bag that was previously stored away. You had watched Dean waltz past the hotel’s automatic doors and stuff his pocket with mints, while Sam struggled to hold on to the enormous overweight books. You picked up two of the bags while laughing and nudged Sam on the shoulder.

“Go move the car I’ll take these up to our room.”

As you began to walk away, Sam quickly drew your attention back to him.

“Sorry to disappoint but we all have our own rooms.”

A frivolous grin spread across Sam’s face, amused by your upset stature due to the disappointing news.

“Who I am supposed to talk to at three in the morning when I have a nightmare? The wall?”

Sam chuckled and placed the books in the passenger seat of the car, moving the remaining two duffel bags into his hands. Although you had joked about separation anxiety before, now that the time had come you were genuinely distraught about what the night’s events may hold. Especially considering you would not have easy access to Sam if things were to go south.

“I’m sure we’re only a few rooms apart if that, you definitely don't have to worry.”

You smiled and rolled you eyes, noticing Mick walk out of the clear doors and stop right in front of you and Sam. He began to speak regarding the plan for tomorrow’s investigation, however you weren’t listening after you spotted the small sign which directed patrons of the hotel to the spa.

Mick handed you and Sam your room keys and you placed the two bags into his smooth, unscathed hands, unaware of his shocked and confused expression.

As you walked away, Sam once again laughed, amused by your antics. He wasn’t sure how he would part with you for the night, concerned about how hard it would be to sleep due to the lack of your presence.

* * *

You entered your temporary room with a robe covering your loosened body, relaxed from the peaceful massage you previously received. As you closed the door you noticed the size of the spacious room and cleanness of the modern styled bathroom. Undoubtably impressed, you slipped on your pajamas and crawled into the cool clean sheets on the bed, shutting your eyes in an effort to fall asleep in the silence of the night.

The difference from the hotel you currently resided in and your’s and the Winchester’s usual motel scheme left an odd feeling of nostalgia and restlessness lingering over your head.

Minuscule, drafty motel rooms were what you were accustom to since you only just began to hunt. The paper thin walls that allowed you to hear every sound from the outdoors and the ancient decor was absent, only extreme silence and a pristine modernized look remained.

In this environment you felt out of place, and although you enjoyed the commodities, it began to resemble a foreign land the more you looked around the sizable room.

Nevertheless, you still tried to sleep, needing the most rest you could receive. But as the night grew on, you grew more restless and uncomfortable, longing for the sense of familiarity.

You were able to doze off only to awaken from a nightmare involving one of your many failed hunts. Now impatient with the evening, you grabbed your room key and stormed out of the cursed atmosphere, quickly making your way to Sam’s room.

Now several doors down the hall, you rose you hand to gently knock on the youngest Winchester’s door, only for it to open before you could make a sound.

Sam was dressed in a t-shirt and sweat pants, his hair slightly messy from what appeared to either be a restless night similar to yours or extensive reach which led to nothing.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Sam whispered, keeping in mind the early hours of the morning was not everyone’s ideal time to wake up.

“Precisely.”

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter the room, which you quickly did, turning on the small desk light on your way in so you could see around the features of his room.

“This whole thing is really weird, I think I oddly enough like the motels better.”

You said with a sweet smile, noticing the bed sheets tossed around the mattress.

“I guess you never really forget where you came from.”

Sam moved over to the bed and moved the blanket and sheets around to appear neater. He sat down on the edge of the bed and intertwined his fingers together, looking up at you with tired eyes.

“I know that we’re doing this for Mary but I don’t know if I could do this.”

You sat down next to Sam and looked at the intricate rug patterned that covered the floor.

“A three star hotel got you thinking like that?”

Sam jokingly replied with a smile that was gently lighten up by the soft glow of the desk lamp.

“Actually, yeah. I don’t think I like the idea of being told what to do. Maybe it’s an american thing.”

You both shared a laugh and sat in silence for a few seconds, then Sam put his arm around you and you rested your head on his wide shoulder.

“It’s going to take some getting used to but if you can’t do it I can’t stop you from leaving. Whatever you choose to do, we’ll always stand beside you-”

He took a pause and kissed your forehead, pulling back just enough to see your eyes in the faint light.

“I’ll always stand beside you.”

You smiled and wrapped you arms around his shoulders, pulling Sam into a tight hug which he quickly reciprocated. His arms soothingly slid around your waist and pulled you close to his chest, satisfying his need to hold you.

“You know I’d never be able to leave you.” You whispered into his hair, moving your head back to see his light eyes. He gave you a faint smile and placed his hand on you cheek. You gently leaned forward and placed you lips on his, slowly kissing him. Sam moved his hand to the back of your neck and moved his lips against yours, tasting in your sweet taste.

When you both broke off the kiss, you looked into each others eyes and started to smile.

“Well I think I can sleep easy now.”

Sam whispered and you both shared a comforting laugh. You quickly kissed him again and took his hand, pulling back the tidy sheets and crawled into the queen sized bed.

Light hearted and pleased, both you and Sam snuggled close to each other, more than content with one another’s touch.

“Remind me to never get a separate room again.”

You mumbled into the warmth of his chest, feeling the vibration of his deep laugh.

“If it always ends up like this I think I’d be okay with it.”

i just came to your blog and omg its awesome :o i really enjoyed your imagines and i like kai parker too 💕 well i hope the english is not that bad xoxo 😉

thank you thank you I love the love <3 I have a few more Kai requests stored for the right time, so look out for those they’re coming soon ;)

Hi! Can you please write a kai x reader angsty, fluffy, smut?? I'm dying here. I miss him 😭

I MISS HIM TOOOoooo but this may burst your bubble. Unfortunately I do have writing guidelines, which can be found here, and I do not write smut. I feel you though, sorry to disappoint

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