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You gazed up at Dean. “You did a seriously good job of taking down those vamps. I could never take down that many at once.”
“Maybe if you didn’t slack off during training all the time, you’d stand a chance,” he replied.
“Dean,” Sam said reproachfully as you flushed, ducking your head in shame.
“I’m just telling it like it is, Sammy. Now let’s get in the car and go back to the bunker.” When you didn’t move straight away, Dean grabbed your shoulder and shoved you towards the car.
As the Impala sped off, you hunched down in the back seat, letting the music and conversation wash over you.
—-
“I thought that hunt went pretty well,” Dean announced, striding into the bunker and dropping his bag onto the floor. “Although it could’ve gone better if certain people pulled their weight.”
Something in you snapped. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Dean Winchester?”
“Excuse me?” he answered.
“Y/N,” Sam began.
You cut him off. “Could you please give Dean and I a minute?” Sam nodded and walked out of the room, glancing back at you in concern.
“Why are you like this with me?” you demanded, angrily brushing away the tears that were spilling down your face.
“Are you crying?” Dean asked in astonishment.
“Yes, Dean, I’m crying. Because I’m HUMAN. You know what else humans do? They make mistakes! But that doesn’t give you the right to criticise every little thing I do!”
“Y/N -”
“No. I don’t want to hear it,” you interrupted. A harsh laugh escaped you. “You know what the worst part is? You always pick on me, and shove me, and make snide remarks about me. But despite all that, I like you, Dean. I’ve got a big, stupid crush on you. Not that it matters, because you apparently haven’t realised that I’m not one of the guys!”
“Look -”
“I’m not finished!” you yelled in a shrill voice. “All I ever do is try to impress you, earn your respect. But all you ever do is treat me like shit. But I keep trying, and I hate myself for it!”
“Y/N, please just listen to me,” Dean pleaded. “I only treat you like that because I’m trying to protect you!”
“What kind of fucked up logic is that, Winchester?” you whispered fiercely.
“I admit, it’s stupid. But you shouldn’t be hunting! It’s dangerous, Y/N!”
“You think I don’t realise that?”
“Apparently not, because you still do it!” he exclaimed.
“So do you!” you yelled back.
“But I don’t want you getting hurt because I’m in love with you!” he burst out.
“You - what?” You didn’t know how to continue. Dean had completely thrown you off with this latest revelation.
“I’m in love with you,” he repeated. “And like an idiot, I thought that if I made you think you sucked at hunting, you’d give it up and you could be safe. I was wrong, okay? But I was only trying to protect you!”
“Dean, if you want to protect me, teach me to throw knives, or shield me from monsters or something,” you explained. “But this? Making me feel like shit? That’s only going to hurt me more, just in different ways.”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he murmured, stepping towards you.
“I’m sure you are, Dean,” you told him, taking a step back. “But don’t just think that we can kiss and make up and all this can be forgotten. If you want to put this behind us, then you need to sort yourself out and start treating me with respect.” Dean smiled. “What?”
“It’s just, that’s exactly why I love you. You don’t take shit from anyone.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve put up with plenty from you in the past. But that stops now. You have to prove yourself to me.”
“Deal.”
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Y/N POV
“You ready?” Sam asked.
“Yep,” you replied, gripping the handle of your silver knife.
“You be careful, alright?” Dean said. “I don’t want you getting hurt. And remember, when we get inside the sewers, don’t go too far in. Let Sammy and I search for the shifter. You just be on guard in case we need a hand, alright?”
“Yes, Dean. I know. You’ve only gone over the plan a thousand times.”
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Dean pulled you in for a kiss. “Alright. Let’s go.”
You did as Dean asked, hanging back just inside the entrance to the sewers. The boys had been gone for quite a few minutes and your feet were getting tired, but you didn’t dare lean back against the wall, for fear of getting sewer slime on you.
The sound of dripping rang out through the tunnels, and you desperately wished the boys would come back soon. The cold and stench of the sewers was really getting to you.
A footstep sounded out in the tunnel behind you. “Oh thank God,” you sighed. “I thought you guys would never -” You froze. It wasn’t Sam and Dean approaching you.
“That’s cute,” the shifter began, sauntering towards you. “You didn’t realise it was me. You know what else is cute? Those hunters you’re with. Sam and Dean, was it? I might just try to get a behind the scenes glimpse. Now let’s see. How could I possibly convince them to take me home with them? Hmm.” The shifter frowned, placing a finger on its chin in mock contemplation. “Oh, I know! I could always pretend to be you!”
“You bitch,” you spat. You charged towards it, bringing the knife up, ready to plunge it into her heart. However, at the last second, the shifter moved, hissing in pain as your knife grazed her forearm.
“You are so going to regret that.” In a flash, the shifter had you pinned to the ground, the knife clattering towards the other side of the tunnel.
“Get off me!” you grunted, thrusting your body upwards to push her off.
“I don’t think so.” The shifter turned you over and began to bind you with some rope from the floor of the tunnel. You struggled to free yourself, but the shifter was much stronger than you were expecting, as well as being in a better position than you.
“Y/N?” Dean called out.
“Show time,” the shifter murmured in your ear. She dragged you further into the tunnel, changing into you as she did. “I’m here!” she called out to Dean.
“You all right?”
“Yeah, sure,” she replied, moving back to the tunnel’s entrance. “Except that you guys took forever. It’s freezing down here. Not to mention the smell. Did you kill it?”
“No. We think it’s out going after another victim,” Sam replied, coming into view.
“I’m just glad you both are safe.” The shifter stepped over to Dean, running her hands up his chest and pulling him into a long, passionate kiss.
“Really, guys?” Sam complained.
“Shut up, Sam,” Dean responded. “Just lead the way up. We can come back another time.” As the brothers climbed up out of view, the shifter turned back, sending a taunting smirk in your direction.
Third Person POV
Dean flopped onto the motel’s bed. “God, I was hoping that’d be over already. I can’t believe we have to keep searching!”
“Yeah, and in the meantime, more people are probably going to die,” Sam added.
“Guys, shit happens. Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Y/N said.
“You’re right,” Dean answered. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed off. Did you want to take the shower first?”
“Yeah, sure,” Y/N replied, stepping into the small bathroom.
“Huh,” Sam said.
“What is it?”
“She forgot her body wash. She uses that religiously after every hunt.” He pulled it out of Y/N’s duffel bag, then knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/N?”
“What?” she called out over the noise of the shower.
“You forgot your body wash.”
“Oh. Thank you,” she answered, reaching her hand around the door to get it. When she’d pulled it back in and the door was shut, Dean turned to Sam.
“Sammy, does she seem different to you?”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, for one thing, she forgot her body wash,” Dean explained. “And for another, did you see the way she acted in the car? She didn’t seem to know any words to the music, even though I’ve played those songs a thousand times. And did you see her just before we got out of the sewers? I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, but she doesn’t normally kiss me like that in front of you.”
“So what are you - crap,” Sam swore.
“You reckon she’s the shifter, too?” Dean confirmed, already moving towards the bathroom door.
“Definitely.”
Dean kicked down the bathroom door, moving aside to let Sam in with the knife. “Damn it!” Sam exclaimed.
“What is it?” Instead of answering, Sam just pointed towards the open window. “We better get moving then,” Dean added grimly, heading off in the direction of the Impala.
Y/N POV
Footsteps clattered down the ladder into the sewers. “Hello?” you called out. “Can someone help me?”
“Nope, it’s me again,” your voice called back.
“I have way too big a headache to deal with this,” you moaned, watching your own figure approach.
“There are ways to erase headaches,” the shifter smirked, the gleam of a blade coming from her right hand. When she got close to you, you swung your legs out, causing her to topple over, hitting her head against the wall.
You rolled across the floor, fumbling for the knife she had dropped. You finally managed to wrap your fingers around the handle, awkwardly manoeuvring the blade towards the rope binding your wrists. The shifter must have been in a hurry when she bound you, because the ropes fell away relatively quickly.
You leaped up, preparing to attack the shifter when a thump came from the sewer’s entrance. “Y/N? Are you down here?” Dean’s voice rang out.
“Dean!” you rushed forward, diving into his arms. Your voice came out muffled against his shoulder. “Thank God you’re here.”
“Sam. Dean,” the shifter croaked out feebly from the shadows of the tunnel. “Help me. The shifter…it attacked me. It had me tied up.”
Sam and Dean’s eyes darted back and forth between you and the shifter. “Uh, Dean? You might just want to think twice before you start stabbing anyone,” Sam warned.
“You mean, you don’t recognise me?” the shifter asked, stumbling into the faint light coming in from above. “Dean…it’s me. You have to believe me.”
Dean’s eyes were pained. “No,” you interjected. “You can’t just tie me up and make out with my boyfriend, and then try to take over my life. Because you know what? The boys aren’t the only badasses in this little trio. I’m pretty good too, even if I say so myself.” You turned to Dean. “Cut me.”
“What?”
“I said cut me!” you repeated impatiently. “It’s the only way to prove I’m not a shifter.” Dean eyed you warily, before grabbing your arm and pulling it closer.
“No,” the shifter cried out, darting forward. Sam grabbed her, holding her back while Dean dragged the knife across your arm. When nothing unusual happened, he spun around, lashing out at the shifter with the knife. It sunk into her chest, sending her body crumpling into ground.
“Thank you for saving me,” you whispered, pulling Dean into your arms for a second time. When he didn’t respond, you pulled back. “Dean? What’s wrong?”
“It looks like you,” he whispered, his gaze fixated on the shifter. “I stabbed a shifter, and now your body is lying on the ground with a knife sticking out of your chest.”
“Dean, look at me. Dean,” you demanded, turning his face to look at you. “It does look like me. But it’s not. I am right here, touching you. Can you feel that, my warmth? That’s because I’m still alive. I’m safe, and it’s because of you.”
Dean continued staring at you for another few moments, before pulling you tightly against him. “Promise me I’ll never have to see your body lying on the ground like that,” he murmured, clutching you tightly.
“I promise.”
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Sam shot up in bed, sweat glistening on his forehead. Light was barely streaking in through the gap between the curtains, revealing a sparsely furnished motel room.
“You alright, Sammy?” Dean asked. “You have another nightmare or something?”
“Dean…I think I had another vision,” Sam gasped out.
“What?” Dean put his coffee mug down on the table. “Sammy, I thought that all ended when we killed Azazel.”
“Yeah, well, apparently not,” Sam answered bitterly.
“So what did you see, anyway?”
“I saw a demon torturing and murdering a woman.”
“What’s so special about her?” Dean asked. “I mean, why are you dreaming about her? After all these years, why is this woman the one you have a vision about?”
“Dean…it was Y/N,” Sam replied slowly.
Dean’s face blanched. “Like, my ex girlfriend, Y/N?”
“The one and only.” Sam got out of bed and started throwing some things into his duffel. “Can you pass me the keys to the Impala?”
“Why would I give you Baby’s keys?”
Sam looked at Dean in exasperation. “So I can go help her. Did you honestly expect me to just leave her to die?”
“Of course not!” Dean responded in indignation. “I just don’t see why I should give you the keys when I’ll be driving.”
Sam eyed Dean. “I just didn’t figure you’d want to go. Not after the break up and all.”
“Sammy,” Dean said. “We broke up. That doesn’t mean I… Never mind. Let’s go.”
—-
Y/N POV
You stirred in the egg, humming as you combined the cake batter. A thumping sound from the living room made you turn around, frowning to yourself. You wondered if perhaps the wind had knocked something over, but you were sure that you’d shut all the windows.
You wandered through to the next room, looking around cautiously. However, you stopped dead when you saw a woman standing there. “Can I - can I help you?”
A wicked grin spread across the stranger’s face. “I reckon so.” Her eyes flicked black, causing you to emit a short scream.
You backed up, heading towards the kitchen to get some salt. Even though your relationship with Dean hadn’t worked out, you’d be an idiot not to remember the things he’d taught you about monsters, and not try to defend yourself. For a moment, you wished Dean was here. He would’ve known what to do.
“Trying to escape from me? I don’t think so.” The demon lunged for you, knocking you to the ground.
“Get off me!” you screamed. Your eyes widened in fear as she pulled out a knife.
“Maybe later,” she answered. Suddenly, her body seized up, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her whole body flashed with orange light.
You frantically wrestled her body off you once it went limp, crawling away from it as fast as you could.
“You okay?” A hand came to rest lightly on your shoulder.
“Don’t touch me!” you screamed, pushing it off you. Looking up, you found yourself face to face with a familiar pair of green eyes. “Dean?”
“Hey, Y/N. Long time no see,” he joked.
“Yes, well. There was a reason for that,” you answered, easing yourself off the ground. “In fact, I was kind of hoping the time would be even longer. Although I am glad you showed up when you did. So thank you for that.”
“No problem. But are you okay? Did it hurt you?” he asked, running his eyes over you in concern.
“I’m fine, Dean,” you answered shortly. “Why are you here?”
“Sammy had a vision of the attack. We came to save you,” he explained.
“Where is Sam?”
“He went out to the car. He thought he’d give us some privacy to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you replied stiffly.
“For you, maybe. But I have a lot of questions. Why did you leave. I thought…I thought things were going well. And then one day you just decide to pack your bags and leave?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Really? Because it sure seemed that way to me.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Dean, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You don’t want to talk about? Well that’s great and all, but right now, I could really use some answers.”
Rage boiled up inside you. “You want answers, Dean? Here’s one. I thought I was going to get you killed because I’d hold you back due to my lack of hunting abilities! How about another? Everywhere we went, there was always some pretty girl who was all over you and I knew that one day, you’d reciprocate their feelings. And for another thing, you always talked about how ‘hunters can’t have relationships’ and all that crap. I hear you talk about how things didn’t work out with Lisa and Ben. I hear Sam talking about what happened to Jess. I figured you’d just break things off with me eventually to avoid all that crap!”
Dean gaped at you. “Did you really think all that?”
“Yes, Dean, I did. And why wouldn’t I? It’s true, isn’t it?”
“Maybe, if it weren’t for the fact that I love you!” he burst out.
“Present tense,” you murmured.
“What was that?”
You cleared your throat. “You said 'love’. That’s present tense,” you repeated, a little louder this time. “Is it true? Do you still love me? After all these months?”
“I never stopped.”
“Then why didn’t you do something? Why didn’t you come racing after me in the Impala with your stupid music blaring out of the speakers?” you choked out, the lump in your throat making it hard for you to speak. “Why didn’t you pick up your phone and greet me with some cheesy pick up line that would make everything okay again?”
“Because I didn’t think you wanted me to,” Dean murmured, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
“I waited for you, Dean.”
“I’m here now. Is that enough?”
“It’s been so long,” you whispered.
“I know, Y/N. Believe me, I know. I felt every day that you weren’t there. But can we at least try again? Because if you give me another chance, I swear I’ll never make you wait again.”
Slowly, you nodded. “Yes, Dean. We can.”
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Warnings: Reader is a bit self-conscious about her weight.
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“What were you after?” the blonde bartender asks Dean, leaning forward so that her chest is in full display.
“That depends. What’s your specialty?” Dean replies, equally flirtatious.
“Anything you want.”
“Can I get a coke, please?” you cut in.
The bartender’s eyes flicked to you briefly. “Sure.”
As she walked away to get your drink, you couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly toned body. If this girl wanted to, she could easily be payed to walk the runways of Paris. She just had that kind of figure.
You gazed down at your own body self-consciously. Years of hunting ensured that you were reasonably fit but you knew that it probably wouldn’t hurt to lose a couple of kilos. Unfortunately, you just weren’t built in the same way that the bartender was. You weren’t built like the kind of girls Dean liked.
When the bartender handed you your drink, you pushed away from the bar, muttering, “I’ll just leave you guys to it.” You went and sat down in the corner, the sounds of the bartender’s flirtatious laughter occasionally reaching you over the noise of the bar.
Five minutes later, you were staring into the depths of your drink when someone sat down in the chair opposite you.
You looked up, preparing to tell whoever it was that you weren’t interested, when you realised who it was sitting opposite you.
“Okay. What’s up?” Dean asked.
“What makes you think something’s up?”
“For one thing, you’re sitting in the corner on your own over here. For another, I have never known you to shut up in all the time I’ve known you. But tonight, I’ve barely heard a word out of you. What gives?”
“Did you get her number?” you asked abruptly.
“What?” Dean queried, startled with the sudden change of subject.
“The bartender,” you explained. “Did you get her number?”
“Um, I think I might have it written down somewhere…”
“Of course you do. Because she’s blonde and pretty and can pull off wearing tight clothes. She’s practically a model. And I’m not,” you added on bitterly.
“What’s all this about?” Dean questioned.
“Dean, I’m not blind. You have a type. Sam too. You both go for the pretty girls, who are rake thin. And that’s fine and all, but sometimes, you know…”
“No, I don’t know.”
“Sometimes it’s just hard not being that type!” you burst out.
“That’s what this is about? You think I could never be interested in you because you don’t have the ‘perfect’ body?”
“I don’t think it. I know it.”
“Well, Y/N, I hope you haven’t put any money on that. Because you know what? Yeah, the waitress is hot. But do you think she could take down a werewolf in hand to hand combat? Do you think she could cleanly slice the head off a vampire? Do you think she’d be prepared to put her life on the line every day in order to protect people she’s never met?”
“Well, no, but -”
“No buts,” Dean interrupted. “I want you to listen to me very carefully. That girl over there? She caught my eye, sure, but I’ve only known her for ten minutes or something. This time next week, I probably won’t even remember her name. But you, on the other hand…Y/N, you’ve never stopped catching my eye.”
“You…what?” Your heart was rattling the bars of its cell, threatening to break free from your ribcage. “What are you saying, Dean?”
“What I’m saying is that, yeah, you probably wouldn’t have caught my eye if we’d met for 10 minutes in a bar. But we didn’t meet in a bar. We met on a hunt. And I’m forever grateful for that because if we’d crossed paths in any other way, I wouldn’t know you the way I do. And if I didn’t know you the way I do, I wouldn’t love you,” Dean explained.
“You love me?” you squeaked out.
“Is it really that surprising?” he joked.
“Well, a little. I mean, I just wouldn’t have thought you’d ever be interested in someone like me -”
“Y/N, why do you say, 'someone like me’ as though it’s a bad thing? Because in my opinion, it’s one of the best things there is.”
“Are you for real?” you asked.
“Yep. And I’m also still waiting on an answer.”
“To what?” you asked in confusion.
“Well, I told you how I feel about you. So now would probably be a good time to confess your undying love for me…” he trailed off nervously.
You grinned. “If that’s what you want, then I guess I can probably let you have that,” you teased, before growing serious once more. “But seriously, Dean. I do feel the same way about you. I always have.”
You were prevented from saying anything more as Dean’s lips captured your own, stealing all the words they needed to hear.
You pulled back, giggling. “What is it?” Dean asked.
“Before I told you how I felt, you were nervous,” you explained. “I made Dean Winchester nervous!”
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However, today was the last day of school for the term, so I have 2 weeks ahead of me to catch up on imagines! Plus I’ll probably post a couple of imagines tonight.
And for anyone waiting on a request - I will write it! I promise. I write all requests, except smut. And if for any reason I choose not to write your request, I’ll let you know and explain why.
Also, a week or so ago, I got a request that I didn’t quite understand. I did contact the person who sent it in to clarify but I didn’t get a response. If this was you, please reply back to me, because I’d love to write your request!
TLDR: Basically, I’ve been busy, but I will get all requests done over the next couple of weeks. Just bear with me!
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Warnings: Reader’s family is really nasty to them.
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You sighed. “Dean, it’s just lunch. Free food. You can’t get much better than that,” you explained for the thousandth time.
“Yeah, but it’s with your family. I never do the whole ‘meet the family’ thing!” he exclaimed.
“Dean, I know you aren’t into this kind of thing but can’t you please just put up with it? For me? They’ve really been on my back lately.”
“Alright,” Dean conceded. “But I’m only doing this because it’s you. If it were anyone else, I’d say no. Just keep that in mind.”
“I will. And Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s go.”
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You took a deep breath and knocked hesitantly on your parents’ front door.
“Y/N,” your mother greeted you as she opened the door. “I see you’ve finally decided to grace us with your presence.”
“Hi, mum. I know, it’s been a while. I’m sorry about that. But work’s been really hectic lately,” you explained.
“Blaming it on this elusive job of yours again, are you? Am I ever going to find out what you actually do?” You exchanged a glance with Dean. “And who is this?” she asked, noticing the shift in your gaze.
“Mum, this is Dean Winchester. He’s my boyfriend.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Y/L/N.”
Your mother frowned at his outstretched hand, carefully avoiding it. “Yes, well. We better go in now. I expect lunch has gotten cold with all this pointless discussion you’ve engaged me in,” she complained, turning on her heel and heading into the house.
Dean frowned at you before ushering you into the house after her.
—-
Lunch was carried out in awkward silence, only broken by the clanging of cutlery and the occasional request for food to be passed down the table.
At one point, Dean stood up. “If you’ll just excuse me, I’m going to use the bathroom.”
“It’s just down the hall on your left,” you told him.
“Alright. I’ll be back in a minute,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your temple.
As soon as he’d left the room, your father turned to you. “So how did you and Dan meet?”
“It’s Dean,” you corrected.
“What difference does it make?” he shrugged. “It’s not as if things will work out between the two of you.”
“Actually, we’ve been together for about six months now.”
“Really?” your mother asked skeptically. “I suppose anyone will stick around if you give them enough of what they want.”
“Mum!” you gasped. “It’s not like that between Dean and I! How could you even suggest something like that?”
She appeared unconcerned by your reaction. “I simply don’t see what else he’d see in you.”
“How dare you?” Dean threatened from the doorway, as tears swam in your eyes.
“I thought you were using the facilities,” your mother said mildly.
“I was. But then I come back down the hallway to hear you say things like that? What the hell is wrong with you? If I ever hear of you saying things like that again, I’ll -”
“Dean,” you interrupted, standing up to put your hand on his arm.
His gaze cut to you. “You aren’t just gonna sit hear and take their crap, are you?”
“Can we just take this into the hall?” you pleaded.
“Sure,” he replied, allowing you to lead him out of the room.
“Look, Dean,” you began.
“Are they always that douchey?” he burst out.
“Dean,” you hissed, looking back to make sure your parents hadn’t heard.
“What? It’s a valid question. Do they always treat you like that?”
“Um, kind of. Yes, I suppose. But it’s fine, really. I’m used to it.”
“You should never have to get used to crap like that,” Dean stated, indignation taking over his features.
“Yes, well, that’s just the way things are. And it’s okay,” you told him, your voice quivering.
“No, Y/N, it’s not,” Dean told you, cupping your face in his hands. “Because there are countless things I see in you, an infinite list of why I’ve stayed with you for so long. So don’t you ever think that what your parents say is true. Because I see everything in you. Everything.”
“Really?” you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek.
“Of course,” Dean answered, wiping your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Never, ever listen to them, okay? Because you’re beautiful, and no one should ever make you feel any less than that.”
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The Impala pulled up in front of the house where the murders had taken place.
“Ah, crap,” you murmured. “Looks like the actual authorities got here before us,” you continued, indicating towards the man in a Texas ranger uniform.
“Hang on,” Sam said. “Is that…?”
“Garth.” Dean finished.
You frowned in confusion. “Who’s Garth?”
“Looks like you’re about to find out,” Dean said, easing himself out of the car.
At the sound of the door slamming shut, the man named Garth turned around. When he saw the Winchester boys, he excused himself from the witness he was speaking to and made his way towards the three of you, a broad smile stretching across his face.
“Sam! Dean!” he exclaimed, pulling each of them in for a hug.
“Okay, okay. Come on, that’s enough,” Dean said, awkwardly patting Garth on the back.
“Who’s this?” Garth asked, pulling away from Dean.
“I’m Y/N,” you answered, holding out your hand.
Instead of shaking it like you thought he would, he brought it up to press a kiss to it, causing you to blush. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’m Garth.”
“Yeah, I know. The boys told me.”
“So,” Dean interrupted, “have you spoken to the witnesses?”
“Mostly. The only one left is the daughter of the couple.”
“We better go talk to her then,” Dean said, walking towards the front door.
When the four of you got inside the house, you found a little girl curled up on the lounge, clutching a teddy to her side.
“Hey,” Sam said softly. “My name’s Sam. And these are my friends Dean, Y/N and Garth. We just want to ask you a couple of questions. Is that okay?”
The little girl didn’t answer, choosing instead to suck her thumb whilst staring at Sam with wide eyes.
“Allow me,” Garth announced, taking Sam’s place. “Would you maybe like to talk to Mr. Fizzles?”
You were about to interrupt and ask who Mr. Fizzles was when Garth pulled out a sock puppet. You cocked an eyebrow but allowed him to carry on, interested to know how this would pan out.
To your amazement, Garth’s use of the sock puppet actually got the young girl to open up. And as you watched him converse with her, you couldn’t help but smile. He just had this energy about him that you couldn’t help but love. Garth was the sort of person that made everyone smile, simply by being in the same room as them.
And if his infectious energy wasn’t enough, he glanced up at you at one point and smiled at you when he saw you watching him. That was the point when you realised that you were starting to crush on the dorky hunter.
—-
After about half an hour, Garth finished talking to the girl. What she’d said, combined with the information he’d gathered from the other witnesses, gave you enough information to track down the ghost who had committed the murders.
As Sam and Dean drove off to salt and burn the remains, you and Garth stayed back at the motel room.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Mr. Fizzles wants to talk to you.”
“Garth, I’m not going to speak to a sock puppet!” you laughed.
Garth gasped. “He has feelings, you know!” he exclaimed, dramatically covering the area where Mr. Fizzles’ ears would have been.
You giggled. “Fine then! I’ll do it. What did you want to say to me, Mr. Fizzles?”
Garth made the head of the sock puppet poke up. “Well, I wanted to ask you something on Garth’s behalf. He was too shy to ask you himself.”
“Oh? And what does Garth want to ask me?”
“Will you go on a date with him?” Mr. Fizzles asked.
You froze for a moment, surprised at the question. When you recovered yourself, you said, “Well, you can tell Garth that I’d love to go on a date with him.”
Garth lowered his hand. “Seriously?” he asked in his normal voice.
“Of course, Garth. Did you think I could say no after you asked me out so adorably?”
“Of course not! I totally knew you were gonna say yes,” Garth replied hastily.
“Sure you did,” you grinned. “And by the way, tell Mr. Fizzles that he is an awesome wingman.”
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You snuck out of the bunker, staying as quiet as possible so that you wouldn’t wake Sam and Dean. When you got to the garage, you grabbed a bucket and filled it with water and soap, before grabbing a sponge as well.
“Dean really messed you up, didn’t he?” you murmured to Baby. “I’ve never seen you this dirty before!”
You reached up to the roof of the car, scrubbing at the caked on mud. After a while, you got into a rhythm and soon you were busting out the lyrics to your favourite songs, figuring the Winchesters wouldn’t be able to hear you through the thick walls.
You had just moved to wipe at Baby’s headlights when someone cleared their throat behind you. You whipped around to find Dean standing there with a smirk on his face.
“Really, Y/N? Cleaning my car at one o'clock in the morning?”
“It was really dirty!” you protested.
“And cleaning her couldn’t wait until morning?” he asked dubiously.
“It was really bugging me!” you exclaimed. “Why are you here, anyway?”
“Because I’m radioactive, radioactive!” Dean sang.
“You heard that?” you moaned, covering your face in embarrassment.
“I did. And I must say, you’re not a bad singer.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m good.”
“True, true,” Dean agreed. “But I like it regardless.” He went and picked up another sponge.
“What are you doing?” you asked as Dean came over to the Impala and started scrubbing the hubcaps.
“If you’re gonna be weird in the middle of the night, I figure I might as well join you,” he stated.
You grinned. “The mud was pissing you off too, wasn’t it?”
“Little bit, yeah.” You laughed and the two of you went back to cleaning.
When Dean wasn’t looking, you reached across and squeezed out your sponge on top of him.
He shot up, water dripping down his face. “Is that how it’s gonna be, huh? Because two can play that game,” he said, lunging towards you with his own sponge. You shrieked, darting out of the way.
By the time the two of you went back to bed, you were both soaked, half the suds having gone on you rather than the Impala.
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You appeared in a warehouse, looking out over a large group of demons closing in on two men and an angel. The three in the middle were hopelessly outnumbered and unless you acted immediately, you knew they would all die.
You revealed your grace, hoping that the three men you were attempting to save would realise what was going on and shield their eyes. The brilliant glow radiated from you and to your relief, they shielded their eyes as the demons around them dropped like flies.
Once they all lay on the ground, you allowed your grace to fade back down so that you could be seen by the men, who were starting to look around the room to work out where the source of light had come from.
“Castiel,” you called out to the angel. As soon as he heard your voice, he turned to you, his eyes widening in astonishment.
“Y/N?” he asked, crossing the room in quick strides to stand before you. “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead,” he continued, clasping your hands in his own.
“I was. But it would seem that I have been brought back.”
“But how?”
“What is it that the humans say? God works in mysterious ways?” you smiled. “Regardless, I am here now, which is fortunate for you, seeing as you and your friends here would have been dead without me,” you said, nodding towards the two men who were slowly approaching you.
“Y/N, this is Sam and Dean Winchester,” Castiel introduced you.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you told them.
“Yeah, you too. We appreciate the help. But how did you find us? I thought Cas had ways of stopping other angels from tracking us,” the taller brother asked.
“Sam raises an interesting point. How did you find us?” Castiel asked.
“I’ve been searching for months for you. It was difficult, I admit, but I was not going to give up on my big brother. I just got lucky, I suppose.”
“Well, I’m glad you found us when you did,” Dean said. “That was some badass angel mojo you worked just then.”
You frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“He means that you were very helpful when you used your angel powers,” Sam explained.
“Oh. Thank you, Dean,” you said, smiling in his direction.
“Dean, we should probably sort this mess out. I’m sure these two would like a minute to catch up,” Sam suggested.
“Sure,” Dean agreed.
When they were out of earshot, you turned to Castiel. “I have missed you terribly, Castiel. Or should I say Cas? That’s what your human friends seem to be fond of calling you,” you teased.
“Yes, that is their nickname for me. I believe it makes me seem more human to them,” Castiel explained.
“Is that a good thing?” you frowned.
“I think it is,” Castiel answered. “These humans, with all their emotions…it’s really rather extraordinary.”
“I’m sure I’ll learn all about it. That is…if you’ll let me stay with you?” you asked uncertainly.
“Of course, Y/N. We’re family.”
You spun around at the sound of approaching footsteps. “So,” Dean began, “do you want to ride with us in the Impala, or would you rather do what Cas does, and teleport yourself back to the bunker?”
“No, I would love to ride with you in your car. Human experiences fascinate me, and I’d love to have a few of my own.”
“Alright then. Let’s go.”
—-
When you made it back to the bunker, you stepped out of the Impala giddily. “That was incredible!” you exclaimed.
Dean had been watching you and he grinned. “I’m glad to see someone appreciates my driving, at least.”
“Oh, you were a magnificent driver, Dean!”
“Yeah, well, try telling Sammy that.”
“Why? Does he not approve of your methods? Should I speak to him?” you asked.
“No, no, I - it was a joke,” Dean explained.
“Oh.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“Hey, don’t worry,” Dean reassured you. “All this human crap can be confusing. But you’re doing a great job at picking up on it.”
“Thank you,” you replied, a soft smile forming on your lips.
“Anytime,” Dean said, leading the way into the bunker.
—-
That night, you were inspecting the kitchen appliances when you heard a voice behind you.
“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”
You looked around to face Dean. “That was a rather insensitive thing to say, Dean,” you stated, hurt evident in your tone.
“Shit,” Dean muttered. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t thinking. It was just some stupid pick up line I was trying on you.”
“Pick up line?” you frowned, confused at this unfamiliar term.
“Uh, yeah,” Dean answered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s, uh, something you say to someone you like. It’s supposed to make them want to go on a date with you.”
“Are you saying that you like me, Dean Winchester?”
“Maybe,” he murmured.
“You don’t sound too sure,” you laughed.
“I - yes. I am trying to tell you I like you,” he said.
“I’m glad for that,” you told him. “Because I think I might be starting to feel similarly about you.”
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“You’re going to wear that to a wedding?” Dean asked as you walked into the bunker’s kitchen in your pyjamas.
“Yes, and then I’m going to wear it when I go meet the Queen,” you replied sarcastically. “Seriously though, I’m not going to any wedding today. How did you find out, anyway?”
“I found the invitation on the ground beside the bin,” Dean explained. “And you can’t not go! It’s your cousin Stacey that’s getting married!”
“You’ve never even met my cousin Stacey!”
“Yeah, but I’m sure her wedding will be awesome.”
“Dean,” you sighed, “I’m not going. I didn’t RSVP and I’m definitely not going alone.”
“Take me then. And besides, people always overbook at weddings. I’m sure they won’t mind an extra two people,” Dean answered.
“You’d go to a wedding with me?” you asked doubtfully.
“Sure. Why not?”
“Alright. Well, I guess I better get ready. And you should too,” you told him, heading back out of the room after grabbing a couple of slices of toast from Dean’s plate.
“Take my food again and I’ll retract my offer!” Dean called after you. You grinned as you shut your bedroom door behind you.
—-
It took you a while, but you were finally able to find a suitable dress that didn’t have too many creases in it. You spent a bit of time on your hair and make up too, but gave up after a while, figuring you wouldn’t stay very long.
“Alright, let’s go,” you sighed, stepping out of your room to meet Dean.
He turned around and when his eyes found you, he sucked in a sharp breath. “Y/N, you look…wow.”
“Don’t mock me,” you said.
“I’m not! You really do look incredible!”
“Well, thank you,” you answered carefully. “But we should probably go now.”
“Sure,” Dean nodded.
—-
From the moment you pulled up outside the church, you knew exactly why you hated weddings.
“Dean, I can’t do this. I haven’t seen my family in ages! What am I supposed to tell them about what I do now? How do I explain hunting?” You were starting to panic, so Dean rested his hands on your shoulders.
“Y/N, it’s gonna be fine. Trust me. Now, why don’t you go talk to some people while I park Baby?”
“Alright,” you responded, stepping out from the car.
“Y/N!” you heard a voice call to you as Dean drove around the corner. You turned to find your aunt and uncle walking towards you. “We didn’t expect to find you here!” your aunt continued.
“It was a bit of a last minute decision,” you explained.
“I can see that. I mean, you didn’t even have time to wrangle up a date!” she laughed. “Not that we really expected much different. No offence.”
“Actually,” a deep voice said from beside you, “I was just parking the car. I’m Dean Winchester, Y/N’s boyfriend,” Dean introduced himself.
“It’s nice to meet you,” your aunt said as your uncle shook the hand Dean had offered. Both relatives looked quite flustered at having been proved wrong.
“Well,” your uncle began awkwardly, “we should probably go. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Goodbye,” you said as they moved away.
As soon as they were gone, you turned to Dean. “What the hell?” you hissed.
“What?”
“Why did you tell them you were my boyfriend?”
“They were being really nasty to you and I wanted to prove them wrong. Besides, dating me wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?”
“I-but-that’s not the point!” you burst out, a blush creeping up your neck.
“How about we go inside?” Dean suggested. “I think the ceremony’s starting soon.”
—-
After the ceremony had ended, you all headed outside, where the bridal party had their photos taken.
“You brought a Winchester, I see,” a voice drawled.
“Do I know you?” you asked the man who had approached you.
“You know of me,” he replied, opening his jaw to reveal a large set of teeth and forked tongue.
“Leviathan,” you whispered.
“Bingo! Hey everyone,” he called, his voice rising so that those around you could hear. “Did you know that Y/N isn’t actually dating Dean Winchester? They lied so she wouldn’t seem pathetic to you.”
A few people nearby started to murmur, glancing between you, Dean and the leviathan. “What are you playing at?” you hissed.
“I think secrets can really get in the way of relationships, don’t you think? You know, I think it’s about time we tell everyone what you do for a living.”
Your eyes widened as panic filled you. But before you could do anything, Dean had already stepped forward, grabbing the leviathan by the front of his suit and pulling him so that his face was right in front of Dean’s. “If you dare -”
“Dean,” you interrupted, casting your eyes around at the concerned looks you were receiving, “let me deal with this. We can take him round there.” You indicate towards where Dean had parked the Impala.
Dean consented and dragged the leviathan around the corner, out of sight of the wedding guests.
“Do you really think you can do anything to harm me?”
“I really do,” you replied, flinging Boraxo in his face. While his skin was burning, you snatched up the knife that Dean offered and sliced his head off.
As it hit the ground with a soft thump, you sagged back into Dean.
He straightened you up and went to put the head inside a box he’d retrieved from the Impala.
“We better go bury these,” he told you. When you didn’t answer, he added, “Y/N? You listening?”
“Can’t I just go to my cousin’s wedding without some creepy monster drama taking place?”
“If it means anything to you, I thought you were pretty badass when you took that sucker down.”
You gave him a small smile. “I just wish I didn’t have to put up with all this crap 24/7.”
“Then don’t,” Dean said. When you looked up at him blankly, he went into a little more detail. “We can take a break. Rent some movies, order pizza, just do absolutely nothing. What do you think?”
“I think you’re the best fake boyfriend ever,” you answered, throwing your arms around his neck.
“Do me a favour,” Dean murmured in your ear.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think we could get rid of the ‘fake’ part?”
You pulled back and grinned up at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
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“Dean?” you asked, poking your head around his bedroom door.
“What is it now?” he answered, annoyance evident in his tone.
“Um, well, Sammy was just going to go out to pick up some things and he wanted me to ask you if you wanted anything.”
“Tell Sam I want pie,” he replied shortly.
Things had been like this for a few days now. Every time you were near Dean or tried to speak to him, he would brush you off or just outright ignore you. It hadn’t always been like this and you wanted to know what had changed.
You hovered in the doorway, wondering how to question Dean about his recent treatment of you.
He glanced up and noticed that you were still there. “You can leave now,” he said coldly.
“Right,” you replied, hurrying from the room.
“What did he say?” Sam asked.
“Pie,” you told him, stepping past him and moving towards your bedroom, blinking back tears.
“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” you said, shutting your bedroom door behind you.
Later that evening, you heard Sam return so you went out to grab some of the food he’d bought. When you got to the kitchen, Sam and Dean were discussing the latest case.
“You guys wanna fill me in?” you asked.
“So there’s this couple in Minnesota and they reported seeing -”
“No,” Dean cut in.
“What?” Sam asked in confusion.
“We’re not telling her about it.”
“Why not?” you demanded.
Dean turned to face you, the first time he’d looked directly at you in at least a week. “Do you really want to know? Alright. You’re a burden. You always make some stupid mistake and screw things up for us and Sam and I are always the ones who have to clean up after you. I want to keep you out of this so you can’t mess things up again.”
You took a step back, his words punching into you. “Is that really what you think?” you whispered.
“Yeah. It is. And you know what? Maybe you should just leave. Just go and live a normal life where careless mistakes won’t kill a bunch of people.”
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. “What the hell, man? What’s wrong with you?”
“A lot of things, apparently,” you choked out, running for the comfort of your bedroom. You slammed your door shut and threw yourself down on the bed, your body heaving with sobs. Dean was one of your closest friends and if you were honest, you had feelings for him. Hearing him say those things about you was like a knife to your heart.
From the kitchen, you could hear the sounds of yelling and after a few minutes, footsteps approached your door.
“Go away, Sam,” you said in a muffled voice, not in the mood for his pity at the moment.
“Guess again,” Dean’s voice answered.
“Fuck off,” you whispered, unable to stand him being so close after what he’d just said.
“Look, I know I’m not your favourite person in the world right now -”
“That’s an understatement,” you scoffed.
“Can you just hear me out? Please?” he pleaded.
You rolled over to face him. “Fine. But you better talk quickly because I’m so not in the mood to deal with any more of your shit right now.”
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s just…you can’t be a part of all this,” he stated.
“Dean, did anyone ever explain the concept of an apology to you? Because I don’t think you’ve quite mastered the art yet.”
“Just let me finish, alright? God, I have no idea how to explain this,” he began. “Alright. You can’t be a part of this because you might get hurt. You probably will. Almost definitely. This family is cursed, and I don’t want to bring you into that. I don’t want to have to lay flowers at your grave or hold your lifeless body in my arms. I figured if I could make you leave now, you’d be safe. And I know you’d never leave by choice, so I had to force you out.” Dean’s voice had caught halfway through his explanation and by the end, he was struggling to talk through the wall of tears.
“Why didn’t you just say any of that?” you asked. “Why didn’t you just tell me, instead of making me feel like crap?”
“Because I’m not good with the touchy-feely crap, alright? I really like you and I don’t want to see another woman I love die because of me!”
“Another woman you what?” you gasped.
Dean froze, as if only just realising what he’d said. “I…I love you. And I want to protect you. I have to protect you.”
“Dean,” you murmured, “keeping me out of things isn’t going to protect me. It’s only going to hurt me more. And what’s the point in denying yourself a shot at happiness just because there’s risk? You say the family business is about saving people, but maybe it’s time to save yourself. And you know what? The more you push people away, the more you’re letting the monsters win.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“I do, Dean. You have to trust me on this. Sure, protect me if you want. But let me protect myself, too.”
By now, the two of you had gotten so close that you could fell his breath ghosting over your features.
Dean cleared his throat. “You know, you never really responded to what I told you before.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The, uh, part where I said how I…how I feel about you,” he said awkwardly, unable to meet your eyes.
Your face broke into a grin. “Is Dean Winchester, the guy who hates chick flick moments, really asking me to respond to his profession of undying love for me?” you teased.
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way but…I guess.”
Your smile softened. “Well, you’re in luck, Dean. Because I feel the same way,” you murmured, stretching up to press a lingering kiss to his cheek.
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“Take that, Dean Winchester! I just won yet another game of chess!” you taunted.
“Yeah, well, it’s a stupid game anyway! There’s no action,” Dean grumbled.
“You’re just saying that because you lost.”
Hearing the commotion, Sam entered the room. “You tell him, Y/N,” he said, clapping a hand on your shoulder.
You flinched away from him, causing both of the brothers to look at you in confusion.
“Your hands are really cold,” you said hastily in an attempt to cover up your reaction.
“Really?” Sam frowned down at his hands. “I hadn’t realised. Sorry.”
“You know what?” you began. “I’m just going to go to my room. I think it’d be unfair if I challenged Dean to another game. I’m clearly way out of his league.”
“Alright. I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner,” Sam said.
“Thanks,” you answered, heading out of the room, Dean’s eyes following you the whole way.
Later that night, you were sitting on your bed reading when you heard a knock on the door.
“Yeah?”
Dean’s head poked around the door. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” you answered, sliding in your bookmark. “What’s up?”
“I want to know what really happened before.”
“Sorry?”
“You know what I mean, Y/N. When Sam touched you, you flinched away from him. Why?” he asked gently.
“I told you before. His hands were cold,” you stated, unable to meet his eyes.
“Y/N, Sammy had been in the kitchen near the oven for at least half an hour. His hands weren’t cold,” Dean said. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you do this in the past. You always sit on the other side of the table, you claim to be coming down with something when one of us tries to hug you, you pretend that the reason you jump when we’re around is because you didn’t realise we were in the room. Why all the excuses?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered stiffly.
“Y/N, you don’t let Sammy and I touch you. I just want to know why.”
You met his gaze. “Do you really want to know?”
“I do.”
“Okay then. Well, a while ago, my boyfriend took me out for dinner. It was our six month anniversary and he really wanted it to be special. So he took me out to this really fancy restaurant and he ordered the expensive wine and he had the band play my favourite song. It was very romantic,” you explained. “And afterwards, we went back to his place, and he had candles set up and rose petals and everything. He…he took me to his bedroom and he told me that I looked beautiful, and that he’d waited all night for this. And I told him no but he-he just kept going…” Your words cut off abruptly, making way for the sobs that were wracking your body.
“Please don’t tell me he did what I think he did,” Dean whispered. Your silence seemed to tell him all that he needed to know.
“That son of a bitch!” he yelled. You flinched away from him, startled by his anger. Dean noticed this and said, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But you have to know that I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I’d never do anything like that.”
“I believe you, Dean. It’s just hard. I trusted him…I loved him,” you whispered, tears still slipping down your face.
Dean handed you a tissue from the bedside table. “Hey, I’m here for you, okay? And so is Sam. We won’t let anyone hurt you again. And we’ll help you through this.”
“Thank you, Dean,” you murmured. “And thanks for being so considerate,” you added, nodding down at the tissue.
“Anytime, Y/N. I’m going to try to help you in any way that I can. Including backing off for a while.”
“What?” you asked in confusion.
Dean scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I, uh, I really like you, Y/N. And I was gonna ask you out at some point. But I guess you probably don’t want that, considering.”
“Dean, just because of what he did to me, doesn’t mean I don’t still have feelings.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I like you too. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to go on a date with you,” you said.
“Really?” Dean’s face broke out into a grin.
“Really. But just…promise me we’ll take things slow, alright?” you murmured. “I’m not ready for physical stuff yet.”
“I promise,” Dean answered. “I’ll never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If I overstep any boundaries, you just tell me, okay?”
“Okay,” you answered, the beginning of a smile working its way onto your lips.
For the first time in a long time, you were able to say that word and mean it.
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You ran your fingers over the spines of the books, looking for the one you needed for your paper.
“Ah, crap,” you murmured, glancing up to find that it was above your head. Standing up on tiptoes, you grabbed at it, but you lost your balance and tipped to the side. At least you started too, anyway, before strong arms reached out to steady you.
“Hey, you alright?” a voice asked.
You looked up to find a gorgeous man with hazel eyes staring down at you. “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you breathed.
“Did you want a hand getting something down?” he asked.
You blushed. “If you could, that’d be great. I just can’t reach that book there,” you told him, pointing at the book you wanted.
“Here,” he said, handing it to you with a smile.
“Thanks…”
“Sam,” he supplied.
“Thanks, Sam. I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Y/N. That’s a really nice name. It suits you,” Sam said.
Your blush deepened and you ducked your head so that he wouldn’t see. “Thank you. Well, I should probably be going. But thanks again for helping me out,” you said, turning away.
“Wait.” Sam’s arm reached out to touch the crook of your elbow. You turned back and looked at him expectantly. “Uh, do you think…do you think we could maybe go get some coffee or something?” he asked nervously.
A soft smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”
Sam grinned back at you. “Let’s go then.”
—-
“Alright,” you began, “I’ve told you all about me. Now it’s your turn.” The two of you were seated opposite each other in a booth of a coffee shop on campus.
“Well, what do you want to know.”
“Dreams, hopes, aspirations, childhood memories. You know, the little stuff,” you joked.
Sam smiled. “Well, I’m studying law.”
“That’s a start. And I must say, I’m impressed. Fancy me meeting a law student in the library and ending up with him at a coffee shop,” you said. “So what else is there? What about your family?”
“Uh, well, it’s just my dad, my brother and I. But I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. My dad wanted me to stay and be part of the family business and I wanted to go to college. And we had a huge fight and he basically kicked me out,” he explained.
“Oh. What about your mum?”
“She died when I was 6 months old.”
“I’m so sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have asked about all this. I mean, we just met. It really isn’t my place to be asking you all these personal questions,” you rambled. “I just wanted to get to know you and -”
You were cut off as Sam’s lips pressed against your own. For a moment, you were stunned but once your brain registered what was going on, you began to move your lips slowly against his.
After a minute, Sam pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.
“What was that?” you murmured.
“I just wanted you to know that it was alright. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he answered.
“I think you should tell me I didn’t do anything wrong more often,” you whispered. “You’re a good kisser,” you added, bringing his lips to yours once more.
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You and Dean were sitting in the front seat of the Impala, driving back from a hunt. It was dark, and the road stretched before you, an endless ribbon of black.
“I know how you feel,” Dean said abruptly.
“What are you talking about?” you asked in confusion.
“I mean, I understand what it’s like to hate yourself. I understand what it’s like to feel alone, to feel like you’re choking on the blackness that surrounds you. I understand what it’s like to feel as though you’re drowning, while everyone around you is swimming.”
“How?” you whispered.
“Because I’ve felt that way so many times, Y/N. And I know you feel like no one’s listening, but that’s not true. Because I can still hear your voice,” Dean told you.
You felt tears sliding down your face. “No one’s ever realised or understood before,” you choked out.
“Well I do,” Dean answered. “And I promise that I’m gonna help you rise above all the darkness. I’ll help you to breath and I’ll help you to swim. But can you promise me something?”
“What is it?” you whispered.
“When you make it to the surface, pull me up with you. Please,” he answered in a rough voice.
“I promise,” you told him. And you meant it. Because the two of you had found each other in the dark, and you were going to help each other make it out to the light.
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“Morning, ugly,” you greeted Dean.
“Right back at you, freak,” he replied, glancing at you over the rim of his coffee cup.
This was how the two of you always were, trading insults and teasing each other. It was a familiar rhythm, one the two of you had fallen into almost as soon as you had met. Most people probably thought you hated each other, but you didn’t. You just had a funny way of showing it.
“Hey, where did all the bread go? I could’ve sworn there were a few slices left.”
You turned around to find Dean munching on a piece of toast, his mouth twisted into a smirk. “You idiot!” you exclaimed, punching him in the arm. “You know I always have toast on Saturday mornings!”
“Yeah, well, suck it up princess,” Dean told you. You scowled at him before reaching into a cupboard to get a box of cereal.
“So,” you began, “any cases at the moment?”
“Nah,” Dean answered. “Sammy and I thought we’d take a bit of time off, you know? Have a break from it all for a couple of weeks.”
“Really? Cool. We got any plans?”
“Not really. Although Sam thought you might wanna go out to the bar and see if you can meet someone. It’s been a while since you’ve hung out with someone outside the two of us.”
“No thanks. Dating and all that isn’t really my forte.”
“Maybe it would be if you didn’t dress like a guy half the time.”
You took a step back, his words hitting you like a punch. Whilst the two of you picked on each other relentlessly, it had never gotten personal before. You turned away from Dean, not wanting him to see the tears that had sprung to your eyes.
“I went too far, didn’t I?” Dean murmured.
“Just a tad,” you whispered.
“I’m sorry. Seriously. I never meant to hurt you like that.”
You whipped around. “Then why did you?” you demanded.
“Because I - you - well you know!” he stammered out.
“No, Dean, I don’t. You’re going to have to spit it out.”
“Fine then. I like you. As in, really like you. And I’ve had bad experiences with relationships in the past and I don’t want to get into all that again. So I insult you to keep you away. Happy?”
“You what?” you gasped.
“Don’t make me say it again. You know I hate chick flick moments.”
You shook your head in disbelief. “So you tease me because you like me? What are you, twelve?”
“You tease me, too!” Dean exclaimed.
“That’s not really helping your case, Dean,” you answered.
He sighed. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a jerk. But I really do like you. And to be honest? That kind of scares me a little.”
You were touched by his confession. “Dean -”
“No,” he interrupted. “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear you tell me that you only see me as a friend. I don’t want your pity.”
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
“Then what were you going to say?”
You bit your lip. “Well, maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance that I kind of like you too.”
His face lit up. “Really?”
You smiled. “Yes, Dean. Really.”
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“Dean, can you just leave it? It was one mistake!” you exclaimed, storming into the motel room.
“No, Y/N, I can’t. Do you have any idea how many people could’ve died because of you?” he yelled, coming in after you.
“Of course I fucking do!” you screamed back. “Don’t you think that that thought is constantly going through my mind? But no one did, so can you please stop trying to send me on a guilt trip?”
“I’m trying to make sure you don’t do something that stupid in the future!” Dean shouted.
“Why are you being such an arse about this?”
“I’m being an arse about this?” Dean asked in disbelief. “Really, me? Have you tried looking in the mirror lately?”
“Did you seriously just say that? God, I can’t even look at you right now!”
“Fine then. You won’t have to,” Dean yelled back, leaving the motel room and slamming the door behind him.
You slumped against the wall, tears pricking your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it, but once Dean had started lecturing you about your mistake, you couldn’t back down and let him win. And now you were left in the motel, alone.
Three hours later, you heard a key in the door. Turning around, you saw Dean stagger into the room.
“I suppose you’ve gone and gotten drunk,” you said coldly. “Is that your solution to everything?”
“Don’t piss me off, Y/N,” Dean warned.
“Why not, Dean? Would that be stupid of me?”
“I’m not in the mood for this, Y/N.”
“But Dean,” you began innocently, “you’ve just been out to the bar. I thought that was the magic cure for everything. Isn’t that what Daddy taught you?”
“How dare you?” he hissed, his hand lashing out so fast you didn’t even have a chance to register what was happening. Your cheek stung and realisation struck you - Dean Winchester had just hit you.
You brought your hand up to cover the throbbing flesh. Dean’s eyes widened, as if he was only now realising what he’d just done.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he began, reaching out for you.
You slapped his hands away. “Get away from me!” you shrieked, turning and fleeing into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
“Y/N, please. I don’t know what came over you. I’ll never lay a hand on you again, I swear. Just come out. Please,” Dean pleaded from the other side of the door.
“Just leave me alone!” you sobbed, curled up against the wall.
“I’m not leaving until you come back out.”
“Just go!” you choked out.
After several minutes, you heard Dean stumble away from the door and you breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, it hit you that you were actually scared of Dean Winchester.
It was with your cheek pressed against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor that you finally found yourself drifting off to sleep half an hour later.
When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you did was look in the mirror. An ugly purple bruise was smeared across your cheek, ink staining the paper of your skin.
Listening against the door, you couldn’t hear anything and assumed that Dean was still asleep. You crept out to the kitchen, careful not to make a noise.
You were just pouring out some cereal when a voice from behind stopped you.
“What have I done?” it whispered. Turning, you found that Dean stood across the room, his eyes fixed on the side of your cheek.
“I’m an arsehole. An absolute, fucking arsehole!” You flinched at the sound of his raised voice, the memory of last night burned into your mind. When Dean noticed that you’d backed away, all strength seemed to drain from him.
“You’re scared of me,” he stated in a whisper. “Oh God. What have I done?” His eyes shone with unshed tears and he dragged his hands down his face.
“Y/N,” he began, “you have to believe me. I never meant to do that, I swear. I’m so, so sorry. And I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for it. Ever.”
You cast your eyes away. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. About your dad.”
“Y/N, that was no excuse for what I did,” he said firmly. “There is no excuse for what I did. It was unforgivable. But I want you to know that if I could go back and change one thing, that’d be it.”
You peeked up at him. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t even have to think twice.”
You looked down at your hands, and were startled when Dean added, “I’ll miss you.”
“Where are you going?” you asked.
“I’m leaving,” he stated simply.
“Dean, don’t go,” you murmured.
“Y/N, you don’t deserve what I did to you. And you shouldn’t have to put up with me every day after what I did.”
“But I don’t want you to leave.” He looked like he was about to cut you off, so you rushed on. “Dean, I trust you. Not as much as I did before last night, but I still trust you. I can see how cut up you are about this. So stay, because I don’t think you’ll do it again. But for the record? If you ever hurt me like that again, I’m gonna pack my bags and leave, because I’m worth so much more than that.”
“Y/N, I promise, I won’t let you regret this decision,” Dean swore.
“I hope you mean that,” you replied.
“I do, Y/N. I do.”
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You stuffed the pregnancy test into the bottom of the rubbish bin.
“You ready, Y/N?” Dean called out.
“In a minute!” you called back, hoping the bathroom door muffled the strain in your voice. Turning to look at the mirror, you paused for a minute to compose yourself. A nervous, jittery feeling filled your stomach and you felt nauseous.
You were a hunter, and you were pregnant.
The hunt you were about to go on had been in the making for a couple of weeks. It was going to be dangerous and you knew that Dean would make you stay home if he knew about the baby so you made the decision not to tell him, at least not until after the hunt.
“Come on, Y/N!” Dean shouted. “We’ve gotta hit the road.”
“Alright, alright, I’m coming. Calm down,” you answered, exiting the bathroom and heading out to meet Sam and Dean. “Let’s go.”
—-
“Y/N, to your right!” Sam yelled out to you.
You spun around, taking the head of the vampire who had tried to catch you off guard. But your momentum threw you off and you staggered to regain your footing. The nausea from before had returned and you realised that it wasn’t just nerves but morning sickness from the pregnancy.
Whilst you were trying to restore your sense of balance, another vampire came at you. Before you even had a chance to act in defence, he flung you to the floor, bringing a knife down to stab you. You only just managed to get your arm up in time to deflect the blow, the blade instead plunging into your forearm.
“Y/N!” a voice screamed, followed by the vampire’s limp body collapsing on you as it was decapitated.
“Y/N?” Dean was crouched beside you, cradling your head. “Stay with me. It’s going be fine.”
“Dean,” Sam said behind you, “she’s losing a lot of blood and her head hit the ground pretty hard.”
“I know, Sammy. Cas!” Dean called. “If you can hear this, I don’t care what you’re doing. Get your feathery ass down here now!”
Black spots were dancing across your vision and you fought to remain conscious.
A fluttering of wings caused Dean to look up. “Cas?” he asked. “You need to heal her. Please,” he pleaded.
“Dean, I am very sorry but there is only so much I can do given her present condition.”
“What are you talking about?” Dean demanded. “You’ve healed way worse than this before!”
The last thing you heard before your senses faded was Cas saying, “Ordinarily I would be able to but things are different this time. She’s pregnant, Dean.”
—-
A steady beeping sound guided you back to consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked several times before you realised that the sea of white was the ceiling, and not your fuzzy vision.
“De…” you tried to say. You cleared your throat and made a second attempt. “Dean?”
His face appeared in your line of sight. “Thank God you’re safe,” he breathed. “I was so worried,” he choked out.
You brought your hand up to his face but had to stop halfway when you discovered your IV was getting in your way. “Are you crying?” you croaked.
He wiped a hand across his face. “I was just so scared, Y/N. You were really bad for a while there, and Cas said he couldn’t fix you. I thought I was going to lose you,” he whispered, his voice catching on the last sentence.
“I’m not worth all this, Dean. You’d get on without me.”
“Don’t you dare say that, Y/N,” Dean whispered fiercely. “Don’t ever think that you’re not worth it to me. Because you are. You’re worth everything. Both of you.”
You frowned in confusion. “Both of us?”
“The baby, Y/N. Cas told me. But why didn’t you say something?”
The earlier events came back to you. “I only found out just before we left. And…I thought you’d make me stay back if you knew. So I was going to tell you when we got back,” you explained. “Although I guess that didn’t go as planned…”
“Y/N,” Dean began in a pained voice, “don’t ever put yourself in that kind of danger again.”
“It was just a hunt -”
“No, Y/N, it wasn’t. Because you’re pregnant now. And if something happens to you, something will happen to the baby as well. And I love both of you too much to let that happen.”
“So…you’re happy about it? About the baby?” you asked timidly.
“Are you kidding me? This is awesome! I never thought I’d get to have this, not in the hunting life,” he explained. “And now, I get to start a family with the most amazing and beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
“I’m not that great,” you insisted.
“You are to me,” Dean told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N. And I think you’re going to be an incredible mother.”
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You were stretched out along the couch, your head in Charlie’s lap. “Chip me,” you demanded, reaching in and grabbing a handful once she’d passed you the bag. “Thank you!”
“Uh huh,” Charlie replied. “Now shut up. I can’t hear the movie over your crunching.”
“Well excuse me!” you said, reaching up to swat her on the arm before settling down again and turning your attention back to the screen.
About halfway through the movie, Charlie pressed the pause button to get a drink, leaving you and the Winchesters alone in the room.
“So,” Dean began, interrupting the silence. “How long have you two been together?”
“What?” you asked in confusion.
“You and Charlie. How long have you been going out?” he clarified.
“Yeah, I was wondering the same thing,” Sam added. “You two just seem so comfortable around each other.”
You burst out laughing. “We’re not like that.”
“Oh. Well do you want to be? Because I could talk to her for you…” Dean suggested.
“Are you kidding?” you giggled. “Charlie’s my best friend! I’m not interested in her in that way. Besides, I’m more into people who are a little bit more…male.”
“So you’re straight?” Sam confirmed.
“As far as I’m aware,” you smiled.
“Really?” Dean asked, a grin taking over his features. Noticing the attention he was giving you all of a sudden, you looked down, attempting to hide the blush creeping over your cheeks.
Charlie strode back into the room. “Alright, everyone. It’s movie time. Don’t make me cast a muffliato charm over you.”
Half an hour later, the movie was over and you went into the kitchen to throw away the empty chip packet.
“You know, I’ve met a lot of angels in my time but you’re the only one who’s ever made a room feel like Heaven,” a voice stated from behind you.
Slowly, you turned around to see Dean leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest.
“I’m sorry. What?” you asked.
“I was saying that -”
“No, I heard what you said,” you told him. “But are you flirting with me, Dean Winchester?”
“Uh, maybe,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck.
“You don’t sound so sure.”
“Well it depends,” he explained.
You cocked an eyebrow. “On what?”
“Your reaction to it,” he answered.
“Well,” you began. “I think it was an incredibly lame pick-up line. Seriously. Don’t ever use that again.” He looked down, seemingly disappointed with your response. “But,” you added, “I think that the sentiment behind it was rather nice. And I think that maybe we could work something out. Maybe go out for dinner or something.”
He looked up with a smile. “Only a maybe?”
“Well it depends,” you teased.
“On what?”
You grinned. “Your reaction.”
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“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.
“What makes you think something’s wrong?” you asked.
“Well, you’ve been quiet all night and you’ve barely touched your food. Usually when we have pizza, you’re all over it,” he replied.
“So you think it too,” you whispered, your eyes stinging.
“Think what?” Dean questioned.
“That I’m fat,” you spat out.
“What? No! Of course not!” Sam exclaimed.
“Don’t try to deny it. I’m not blind, you know. I can see that I’m overweight. And so can everyone else, if their remarks are anything to go by,” you stated bitterly.
“Well, so what if you’re a bit overweight?” Dean asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why should that matter?”
“Well, it’s gross and it makes me look ugly -”
“Are you kidding me?” Sam interrupted. “Y/N, you’re beautiful, with or without a few extra pounds.”
“Sammy’s right,” Dean agreed. “Being beautiful isn’t about your weight. And besides, do you really wanna stop eating chocolate and pizza and all that good stuff just because a few people take offence to it?”
“No,” you replied slowly.
“Well, there you go. That’s your answer. You just keep doing what you do because Y/N? You’re awesome.”
The Winchesters were both smiling at you and you gave them one of your own in return.
“Do you guys really mean all that?”
“Of course,” Sam answered. “We love you, Y/N. We’d never lie to you about something like this.”
“Well, thanks. It means a lot to me,” you told them, taking a bite of your pizza. It tasted that much better after what the boys had just told you.
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You stormed out of your bedroom in the bunker. “I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up, I’m going to rip -” Your words were cut short by the third man standing in the kitchen with the Winchesters.
“Oh. Hi,” you said awkwardly, very aware that your hair was a mess and that you were only wearing tatty old pyjamas.
“Hey, sweetheart,” the attractive stranger replied.
“I’m Y/N,” you told him, extending your hand.
“Gabriel.” But instead of shaking your hand, he brought it to his mouth, leaving a kiss there.
A dark flush spread across your cheeks and you tried to cover it up with a change of subject.
“So…what brings you to be standing in our kitchen at 7 o'clock on a Saturday morning? Talking loud enough to wake the dead, I might add. And me.”
“Sorry about that,” he apologised, eyes holding yours for a moment.
“Uh, guys?” Sam asked.
“Wh-what?” you stuttered, turning your attention to the Winchesters.
“We were just discussing some things with Gabriel about the situation in Heaven,” Dean explained.
“So you’re a hunter too?”
“A little more than that,” Gabriel replied. You frowned in confusion.
“He’s one of the douchebag angels.”
“Dean!” Sam hissed.
“Yes, Dean. Listen to your brother. I don’t have to help you, you know. Pissing me off won’t do you any favours.”
“Well how about I kill you a hundred times in a row and we’ll see how you like it?” Dean suggested aggressively.
“Did you do that to him?” you gasped.
Gabriel waved off your concerns. “It’s a long story. But it’s resolved now.” He turned back to Sam and Dean. “So shall we get back to our discussion or should I just leave?”
Dean clenched his jaw before replying. “Fine. I’ll play along. But don’t think this means we’re friends or anything.”
“You know what? I’m just gonna go back to bed. Try to keep the noise down this time,” you told them, turning towards the door.
“Sweet dreams,” Gabriel told you. You glanced up at him, trying to work out if he was being sarcastic, but his expression looked genuine.
“Um, I will,” you replied, leaving the room. As you did, you could’ve sworn you felt his eyes following you.
When you got back into bed, you had trouble calming down the butterflies in your stomach.
“For goodness sake,” you muttered, ramming the pillow over your head to put you thoughts to a halt. “You just met him. Pull yourself together!”
You drifted off, and a mischievous smile haunted your dreams.
When you finally woke up again, it was 10 o'clock, a much more reasonable hour than the time you’d been woken at earlier.
You stumbled into the kitchen, surprised to find the bunker so quiet.
“Sam and Dean went out to question some people,” a voice said from the doorway.
You spun around, closing the fridge door.
“I didn’t realise you were still here,” you told Gabriel. “How come the Winchesters let you stay?”
“Let’s just say that I hold a great deal more power than they do,” he replied. “Plus, there’s something that I wanted to do.”
“Oh?” you asked, your heart faltering. “And what would that be?”
“This.” Gabriel crossed the room in a couple of strides and placed his hands on your hips. Holding you against him, he leaned down to place a kiss to your lips.
“What was that?” you breathed.
“I believe if you consulted a dictionary, it would say-”
“No,” you interrupted, “what I meant was why.”
“You’re beautiful,” Gabriel answered. “And I think I like you.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he confirmed. “We should definitely go out on a date sometime.”
You laughed at his confidence. “Well, if you insist,” you teased, drawing him towards you for another shot.
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“Are you positive you’re ready for this?”
You sighed. “Yes, Dad, I’m sure. Now can we please go? Uncle Sammy and Uncle Cas are waiting for us in the Impala.”
“Alright. But remember, be careful and do everything I say, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Dad, I’m 16. I can handle this,” you told him, walking out of the bunker and into the backseat of Baby, your father right behind you.
“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Uncle Sam asked.
“You’re as bad as Dad,” you complained.
“We just want to make sure you’re okay. This is your first hunt, after all,” Uncle Cas said.
“Yes, I get it. I appreciate the concern and all but just have a bit of faith in me, yeah?”
Your dad glanced at you in the rear view mirror, sizing you up. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s go.”
—-
All the training you had done in the bunker couldn’t compare to the thrill of the real thing. The adrenaline rush hunting gave you was like nothing you had felt before.
You sliced the head off a vampire and turned around to look at your father. “How was that?” you called out, barely able to contain your excitement.
He looked at you with a proud smile before his eyes widened and his gaze fixed on a point just behind you. “Y/N! Look out!”
You turned around a fraction of a second too late. Another vamp stood in place of the one you had just taken out, looking angry at losing a member of its nest. She lashed out with a knife, opening up a deep gash along your abdomen.
You staggered back, the pain making your head turn fuzzy and lights flash before your eyes.
You fell down, faintly registering a pair of strong and familiar arms catching you and bringing you gently to the ground.
“Cas!” you heard your dad shout as Uncle Sam decapitated the last vampire. And as its lights went out, so did yours.
—-
You woke up to the familiar leather smell and gentle rocking of the Impala.
Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. “What happened?” you asked groggily.
“Shh, sweetheart. Just relax.”
“Dad?” you asked, twisting around to see that your head was resting in his lap.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here.”
“Why does it hurt so much?” you whimpered, a dull ache spreading across your body.
“The…the vampire, it -” a sob cut off the rest of his words.
“It’s okay, Dad,” you comforted him.
“No, it’s not!” he exclaimed. “I’m your father. It’s my job to protect you and I failed! If Cas hadn’t been there to heal you…”
“But he was, Dad. And besides, you can’t protect me from everything.”
“I can try,” he said stubbornly.
“You can,” you agreed. “But sometimes you’ve got to accept that some things are out of your hands. And if something happens to me, it isn’t your fault.”
“If you got hurt hunting it’d be my fault.”
You groaned. “I’m never gonna be allowed to hunt again, am I?”
“Maybe not just yet, sweetheart.”
You sighed. You’d have to do a lot of sucking up before your Dad agreed to let you have another shot at hunting.
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Warnings: One instance of swearing?
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You stormed into the bunker, throwing your bag down in the kitchen.
“What’s up?” Dean asked, closing the fridge door to look at you.
You let out a harsh laugh. “What’s up? I’ll tell you what’s up. My boss has been putting heaps of pressure on me lately, my colleagues are being complete dicks and I got a call this afternoon about a ‘family meeting’ this weekend, and God knows what that’ll be about.”
“Hey, just calm down, Y/N. It’s gonna be alright,” Dean said, steering you towards the lounge in the next room and sitting you down.
“It was just a really bad day,” you whispered, tears filling your eyes.
“Hey, baby, shh. Everything’s going to be all right. Tomorrow’s gonna be better,” Dean reassured you.
“But you don’t know that!” you burst out.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Really?” you scoffed. “How could you possibly know that?”
“Well for one thing,” Dean began, “I’m gonna make you pancakes for breakfast. And then I’m gonna drive you to work. And after work, I’ll pick you up and we can go out for dinner. And afterwards, we’re gonna come back to the bunker and watch all your favourite movies.”
You smiled. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course.”
“But…why?” you asked shyly.
“Because you’re beautiful and I hate seeing you all stressed and upset like this,” Dean told you.
You were touched. “Thank you, Dean,” you whispered, brushing a kiss onto his cheek.
“Anything for you,” he replied.
~~~~~
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You sat on your bed, concentrating on the glass that sat on the kitchen table on the other side of the motel room. Slowly, it began to rise up into the air and float towards you.
The glass was about halfway across the room when you heard footsteps outside the door. You jumped, and your loss of concentration caused the glass to slam to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces.
“What are you doing in here?” Dean asked, entering the motel room.
“And why is there broken glass on the floor?” Sam added with a frown, coming in after him.
“I was just going to get a glass of water but I dropped it,” you lied. If you told them the truth, they’d think you were a freak with demonic powers, and you couldn’t stand it if they thought of you like that.
“Well do you think maybe next time you could clean it up instead of leaving it on the floor?” Dean asked. “I don’t want to have to get stitches because I stepped on glass.”
“Right. Of course. I was just about to do that,” you replied, jumping to your feet.
As you were collecting the shards into a paper towel, the boys outlined the case for you.
“So get this,” Sam began. “The other day, a teenage girl was attacked by an old woman. And by old, I mean 90 or something. So she was in no condition to be doing anything of the sort. Plus, this woman always goes to church, bakes cookies for the kids in her neighbourhood, that kind of thing. Your typical sweet old woman.”
“So we’re looking at a demon?” You stood up, putting the broken glass into the bin.
“Looks like it,” Dean answered. “You in?”
“Like you have to ask,” you scoffed.
“Good, because we’ve tracked her down and we’re ready to go when you are,” Sam informed you.
“Alright,” you nodded. “Just let me get changed and I’ll be all set.”
45 minutes later, you pulled up in front of an old barn.
“Why is an old woman living in a barn on the outskirts of town?” you asked.
“We did a bit of research and it turns out she grew up here,” Dean told you.
“I did the research, Dean. Not we.”
“Whatever, Sammy. Anyway, Y/N, it looks like the demon’s been using this as their base.”
“Alright then. Well, no use sitting around talking about it. Let’s go and take down the son of a bitch.”
If there was one thing you had learned from the Winchesters, it’s that you’ve always got to be on the ball, because things can turn sour almost instantly. And that was exactly what happened when you stepped into the barn.
Once your eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, you saw that the old woman was in the middle of the barn. Surrounded by four other demons.
Three of them rushed at you, taking you by surprise. You grappled with your one, managing to knock them unconscious with only minimal injuries on your part. Looking up, you saw that Sam and Dean had had similar results.
But then one of the remaining demons stepped up and backhanded Dean across the room. He crashed into the wall and the demon knife went spinning off into the adjacent corner.
“Dean!” you screamed.
Sam made a grab for the knife, but the demon reached out and grabbed him, knocking him to the floor and laying punches on every area he could access.
An arm snaked around you from behind, spinning you around to pin you against the wall, where hands encircled your neck. You found yourself facing the old woman, whose face had started to go fuzzy around the edges. You could feel yourself blacking out but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get her hands off of your neck.
Your lungs were burning, your mouth gasping for air. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the knife glinting in a brief flash of sunlight. It was too far away for you to get to. Unless you resorted to more unconventional methods.
Focussing all your energy, you fixed your eyes on the handle, willing it into your hands. After the longest moment, you saw it begin to twitch. Once, twice, before sliding across the floor and then up into your open palm.
You gripped the handle tight and plunged the blade into the demon’s back. Her mouth opened wide, her face lighting up with orange flashes before her whole body collapsed to the floor.
“Get off me!” Sam yelled. You raced over to where Sam was struggling on the floor and took out the demon that was on top of him, before proceeding to stab the other demons lying unconscious on the floor.
“Are you alright?” you asked, going back over to him and offering your hand to help him up.
“Yeah,” Sam said slowly, looking at you in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something else, but a moan from the corner cut him off.
“Son of a bitch.” The two of you rushed to Dean’s side, checking to see if he was okay.
“Are you right to stand?” you asked.
“Give me a minute,” he replied. “But while we’re all sitting here, would you mind telling us how you managed to gank those demons, Y/N?”
“Yeah, last I checked, you were being strangled by one of them, and the knife was on the other side of the room. How did you kill her?” Sam questioned.
“I - um, you know, I guess - I guess I just got lucky,” you stammered.
“Getting lucky is finding $20 on the ground,” Dean informed you. “What happened to you was a freaking miracle. So again, how did you do it?”
“I don’t want to go into that…”
“Dammit, Y/N, just tell us!”
“No!” you shouted. Behind you, the barn door slammed shut.
“What the hell?” Sam murmured. Both boys turned to you, wondering why you’d flinched so hard at the loud bang.
“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.
“Mean to do what?” Sam asked gently.
“This,” you answered, letting the door swing open again. “Sometimes it happens when I get angry.”
“Wait, that was you with the door?” Dean asked in disbelief.
You nodded your head slowly. “That’s how I got the knife. Telekinesis.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam wondered.
“I didn’t want you guys to think I was a freak,” you whispered.
“Y/N, we’d never think that about you,” Sam assured you.
“Damn right, we wouldn’t. Especially not when you just saved our lives with your abilities,” Dean added.
“Really?”
“Really,” Sam confirmed, giving you a smile which you readily returned. “And from now on? You don’t need to keep secrets from us. We’re family.”
~~~~~
I’m sorry, but the irony of that last bit Sam said! Anyway, thanks for reading!
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TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of deaths of family members, one instance of swearing.
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You slammed the motel door shut, your hand fumbling with the lock. You could’ve sworn you saw him in your last town and even though you knew a locked door wouldn’t stop the demon, it felt good to have a barrier between you and what lurked outside.
Satisfied that you had shut yourself in properly, you sank onto the bed, the loss of adrenaline leaving you shaky.
Hunting had never been your strong point, but you did pick up one useful thing from the Winchesters - evasion. You had been on the run for a year, switching from motel to motel, leaving behind a string of rental cars and fake credit cards. You never wanted to leave the Winchesters, especially not Dean, but you weren’t going to drag them into your mess. If they were going to get hurt, it wouldn’t be because of you.
—-
“Well, well, well. Look at you,” the sly voice crowed from behind you.
Turning, you found yourself face to face with the demon who haunted your every nightmare, the one responsible for your involvement in the hunting life in the first place.
“I must say,” he continued, “when I first set out to kill your family, I thought the job would all get done in one go. But you have provided me with a great deal of entertainment. Despite the inconvenience,” he finished with a sneer.
“I’d get out of here quickly if I were you,” you said, mustering every ounce of courage you possessed to cover up your fear. “Sam and Dean are going to be here any minute. And they won’t be as lenient as me if they catch you around.”
“Lenient, is that what they’re calling it these days? Because I think we both know the real reason you aren’t doing anything to me, Y/N. Every time your little boyfriend Dean and his baby brother Sammy go out to fight monsters, you stay behind at the motel, doing research,” he mocked. “Which is all well and good, until they’re not around. Tell me, Y/N, how do you think Sam and Dean would feel if they found out I was having this conversation with you? How do you think Dean would react if he found out I ripped the heart out of his pretty little girlfriend? I think he’d be heartbroken don’t you?” the demon finished off, a cruel grin marring the lines of his face.
“Leave them out of this,” you said, your voice lacking the conviction it had held a minute ago.
“You want me to leave them out of this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“How about this. I’ve rather enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse. And I will leave the Winchesters alone, so long as they don’t get the way of me getting to you. So if I were you, I’d run far, and fast. Because I’m only going to count to 60, and whether you’re ready or not, I’m gonna come.”
—-
A sharp knocking broke into your thoughts, slicing into your memory of that night. You sat bolt upright, watching the chain on the door rattle with each thump. You had thought you’d be safe here, but apparently he’d found you after all.
Your 60 seconds was up.
Deciding to go down fighting, you picked up the lamp from the side table and inched your way towards the door. Slowly, you unlocked the latch, letting the door swing inward. You raised the lamp above your head but just as it was about to come crashing down, you froze. Because you had been found, but not by the demon.
By the Winchesters.
You lowered your arm, gazing at the doorway in disbelief.
“Thank God you’re safe,” Sam murmured, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hugged him back awkwardly, the lamp getting in the way.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, pulling away. Your gaze locked on Dean, taking in every feature, from his creased shirt to the bags under his eyes.
“We came looking for you,” Dean said in a strained voice. “What the hell were you thinking? It took us a year to find you! An entire fucking year!”
“I…” you started, unsure of where to begin.
“I’m gonna go back to the Impala,” Sam said, retreating from the door. “You guys need to sort some stuff out. I’m glad you’re safe, Y/N.”
When he had gone, you turned back to Dean.
“How could you do that to us? To me?” he yelled, pushing his way into the motel room and slamming the door.
“I was trying to protect you!” you yelled back.
“How is taking off in the middle of the night without any warning protecting us? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through this past year?”
“How dare you try to make it sound like it’s my fault! If I hadn’t gone when I did, he would’ve killed you!”
Dean tensed. “Who’s he? What happened? Did someone threaten you?”
Your voice caught in your throat. In all the daydreams you’d had over the past 12 months of reuniting with Dean, you’d never once imagined how you would explain to him why you left. Your mind had always just skipped to the chick flick moments, as Dean liked to call them.
“Dean, do you remember why I started hunting with you?”
“As if I could forget. Your family…” he trailed off, hit with the realisation. “It was him, wasn’t it? He found you.”
Slowly, you nodded. “Dean, you and Sam were out and I was outside the motel when he found me. The demon said that he wanted to finish what he’d started the night he’d murdered my family, and that if I wanted to keep you and Sam safe, I’d have to run. So I did.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked, coming close enough that his breath danced across your skin. “We could have helped you.”
“I was scared, Dean,” you whispered. “Look at what he did to my family. I couldn’t let that happen to anyone else I love.”
Dean brought his hand up to your face, his thumb wiping away the tear that had started to slip down your cheek. “Y/N, there isn’t any person or monster on this earth I wouldn’t take on for you,” he murmured. “Never, ever forget that. Any time you feel scared, or threatened, tell me, because I’m always gonna be there to chase away every bad thing that comes for you.”
“But I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” you choked out.
“It’s not because of you. Call me selfish, but I can’t imagine my life without you. The past year was hard enough. Let’s not make it a day more.”
“Do you really mean that?” you asked, your heart pounding out a familiar rhythm.
“I do,” he answered, cradling the back of your head to bring your lips to meet his.
As his lips found yours, you recognised the rhythm. It was every moment you had spent together. Every word, every touch. It was the song that your heart played for Dean.
~~~~~
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Hi! Normally, I would write things in the order that they get requested. But you’re an amazing person who doesn’t deserve to be having a bad day, so I made this a priority. I really hope it helps and I hope your day gets better! *sending hugs*
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“Hey, Y/N!” Dean called as you walked past his bedroom in the bunker.
“Yeah?” you replied, backtracking to stand in his doorway.
“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”
“Depends. What movie were you planning on watching?”
“I just rented out The Conjuring,” he said, holding up the DVD case.
“I don’t know. I’m not really into that kind of thing…”
“What? You scared?” Dean teased.
“No!” you replied stubbornly.
“Then come watch it with me.”
“Fine,” you answered, reluctantly going over to sit beside him on the bed.
You hated horror movies. They scared the hell out of you. But seeing as you pretty much lived one with the Winchesters, you couldn’t tell Dean that. He’d never let you live it down.
The movie started off alright. A few parts made you jump but that was to be expected. But then you got to the part where the woman went down into the basement.
Throughout the whole scene, you were gripping the blanket. And then came the part where the hands reached out and clapped.
Screaming, you shoved the blanket off and whipped your head back and forth, checking the corners of the room to make sure nothing was hiding there.
“Hey, hey, Y/N, calm down!” Dean said grabbing a hold of your arm.
“Turn it off!” you screamed at him, your body shaking.
Dean fumbled for the remote and turned the TV off.
“What’s wrong? What is it?”
You shook your head, unable to talk through the sobs that were wracking your body.
“Shh,” Dean comforted you, drawing you against his chest. “Just take deep breaths, alright? Now, what’s wrong?”
“It-it’s just, the - the hands. When they reached out and - and they clapped and it - it r-really freaked me out,” you choked out.
“You’re scared of horror movies?” Dean asked in surprise.
You nodded, unable to meet his eyes.
“How? I mean, we do this kind of thing all the time.”
“I don’t know. They’ve just always scared me, ever since I was a kid,” you whispered.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked.
“I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” you answered. “I thought you’d think I was being stupid.”
“Hey,” Dean said, tilting your chin up towards him. “I wouldn’t make fun of you for something you’re scared of, and I definitely don’t think you’re stupid. Everyone’s scared of something, no matter how irrational. For Sammy, it’s clowns. For me, it’s flying. No one can help their fears. All we can do is try to overcome them.”
You cracked a smile. “So you aren’t going to tease me?”
“Not for something like this,” Dean replied with a smile. “And Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Next time you’re scared of something, just tell me. Because no matter what it is, I’ll be there with a baseball bat, to keep it from hurting you. I’ll always protect you. Remember that,” he promised.
“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered, tucking yourself against him.
The ghostly hands and creepy laughter felt so far away, now that Dean’s arms were shielding you from them.
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Hi! Thank you so much for that! I love Charlie, she’s my spirit animal, so I hope I did her justice in this! This was a pretty short imagine and they didn’t actually go to Comic Con in it because I’ve never been (not for lack of trying) and I didn’t want to mess it up. Anyway, sorry for the wait. I hope you like it!
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“You ready?” Charlie called from the next room.
“Just about!” you called back, straightening your robes. Charlie came in and stood beside you so that the two of you were looking into the mirror together.
“We look good,” she said.
“I just can’t believe I finally get to go to Comic Con!” you exclaimed.
“With me, no less.”
“Of course,” you smiled.
“I wish I could’ve gone as Hermione,” Charlie sighed. “But you have better Hermione hair.”
“Yeah, but Ginny is pretty badass too,” you pointed out. “Plus, I think you make a pretty sexy Weasley.”
“I do, don’t I?” Charlie said to the mirror.
“And not at all full of yourself,” you added.
“But that’s why you love me,” Charlie sang.
A smile broke out onto your face. “Very true.”
Charlie turned to you. “Y/N, this is going to sound incredibly cheesy but I’ve been to a lot of cons in the past, but I’ve never been this excited about going to one. Because I’ve never gone to one with you.”
“Charlie…”
“I know, I know,” she interrupted, “that was the lamest thing ever said and I deserve to be locked up in Azkaban for saying it -”
“No, Charlie,” you interjected. “That was beautiful. And you know what? I think this will be the best day ever,” you finished, pulling her into you for a kiss.
“Are you kidding me?” Charlie said when she pulled back. “Of course this is going to be the best day. I just got to kiss Hermione Granger!”
You laughed, grabbing her arm and pulling her out to the car to head off to Comic Con.
~~~~~
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I may or may not be fangirling over my new theme. Seriously though, the layout is awesome and it looks really neat and cool and it is set out by date and the asks are in boxes and there’s a search bar and ugh.
Sorry for the obsessive ranting. I just love it so much. Probably more than is healthy.
Hey! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you like it!
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You were taking the weapons back to the Impala when Dean came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Hey, baby,” he murmured in your ear.
“Dean! You know I get jealous when you talk to your car when you’re with me!” you teased. Dean laughed, a low rumble.
“You were pretty badass taking down those vamps,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” you asked, twisting around to face him.
“Definitely. You were very sexy.” You grinned up at him. “I’ve been thinking,” he continued.
“Don’t exert yourself,” you interrupted with a smirk. Dean swatted your arm playfully.
“Anyway,” he went on. “You should come with me. To the bunker. Sam’s back there and he said he misses you.”
You went cold. “I’m not sure that that’s the best idea…”
“Why not? We’ve been going out for a while and I just thought you might like to see it…” he trailed off.
You bit your lip. You had no idea how to say no without offending him or having to tell him why you couldn’t go. And there was no way you were going to explain that.
“Alright,” you agreed reluctantly. “Let’s go.”
Dean beamed at you, opening up the passenger side door for you.
The whole car trip, all you could think about was what you were going to tell Dean when you made it back to the bunker. You didn’t know how to tell him that you couldn’t enter it. You didn’t know how to tell him that you were a demon.
In your opinion, it was way too soon before Dean stopped the car. “Here it is!” he announced.
You stepped out of the car slowly. “Dean, I can’t go in there,” you told him as he went and opened the door. He looked at you in confusion.
“Why not?” he asked.
You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Dean, I can’t enter the bunker because it’s warded.”
“I don’t understand. Why would that be an issue?”
“Because it’s warded against demons.”
Quick as lightning, Dean had you pinned against the Impala at knifepoint. “What have you done to Y/N?” he growled.
“Dean…you don’t understand. I am the demon.”
Betrayal flashed across Dean’s face and he staggered back. “What?”
“I just wanted to be normal, Dean. And I couldn’t tell you that I was a demon because you’d kill me,” you explained.
“Damn right! You’re just lucky I haven’t already!”
You flinched at his words. “What, was that supposed to make me feel sorry for you?” he demanded. “Whose body is this, anyway? Whose life did you steal?”
“Dean, it’s not like that! This body…they were clinically dead when I took over. You have to believe me!” you pleaded.
“Believe you? After you lied to me for months? Is that really what you expected me to do after finding out that the person I love is a demon?”
“The person that you…love?” you whispered.
“I can’t believe I was such an idiot!” he yelled, apparently having not heard you. “Every time we went on a demon hunt, you said you didn’t want to come because you have had ‘bad experiences’ with demons in the past? Hell, you are the bad experience with demons!”
It would have hurt less if he’d stabbed you. “Dean, do you think I want to be a demon? You’ve been to Hell. You know what it’s like there. Do you honestly think anyone would like that? Just because I’m a demon, doesn’t mean I can’t feel things.”
“Is that supposed to make me forgive you? To make me forget that everything that happened between us was a lie?” Dean demanded to know.
“Dean, none of what happened between us was a lie. I love you. With everything in me.”
“You’re a demon,” he spat. “You aren’t capable of love.”
“And yet something about you made me feel it.”
You looked into Dean’s eyes and saw his resolve slowly crumble away, leaving a raw vulnerability in its place. “How do I know you’re not screwing with my head?”
“You don’t, Dean. You’ve just got to trust your heart. Trust me,” you implored.
Dean took a step towards you. “Please don’t start doing any demonic crap,” he asked. “Please don’t hurt me,” he added in a broken whisper.
“Dean, I’d never do that,” you promised. “Somehow, against all odds, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
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Also, since my last post, I hit 200 followers! I’m so excited! Thank you all so much!
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“So when are these new hunters supposed to be meeting us?” you asked Garth.
“Any time now. They said - there they are!” Garth exclaimed. “Sam! Dean! Over here!”
The two hunters came over to your booth in the diner and Garth gave each of them a hug. Pulling away, he introduced you. “Y/N, this is Sam,” he gestured to the taller one, “and this is Dean.”
Your eyes passed over Sam and then shifted to Dean. Your breath caught in your throat. You’d met plenty of other hunters in your time but none of them had looked like that…
“Hi,” Sam said, snapping you out of your trance.
“Oh, um, hi,” you replied, flustered. You could’ve sworn you saw Dean smirk.
“So what have you got on the case so far?” Dean asked.
“Quite a lot actually,” Garth replied. “Maybe we could have lunch and then go back to our motel and we’ll show you all we’ve got?”
“Sounds good,” Sam said.
“Yeah,” Dean agreed. “I’m starving. I’m gonna get me some pie!”
After he’d gone off, you turned to Sam, who had sat down beside you. “Does he always get that excited about pie?”
“Pretty much,” he replied, calling a waitress over to order a burger.
“Y/N,” Dean said, coming back and sitting down.
“Yeah?”
“Garth says you’re a pretty good hunter.”
“One of the best,” Garth chimed in. You smiled appreciatively at him.
“I must say, I’m looking forward to seeing you in action,” Dean continued. “How did you get into the life, anyway?”
You looked down at your plate.
“Shit,” Dean said. “Look, Y/N, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. We can talk about something else.”
“No, it’s fine,” you assured him. “Actually, I was possessed by a demon and I killed a lot of people. And then the demon left me for dead. I think that was its idea of fun. But then Garth found me and helped me, and I asked him to teach me how to fight those things, because no one deserves to go through that.”
“How long ago was this?” Sam asked gently.
“I’ve been working with Garth for about 6 months, I think.”
“Well now that we’ve all had lunch, why don’t we go back and tell you what we’ve got on the case?” Garth suggested. You looked up at him, trying to express how grateful you were for the change in subject. He nodded back at you to show he’d gotten the message.
“Yeah, sure,” Dean said. “We’ll follow you in the Impala.”
—-
The four of you were back at your motel and Garth had just finished explaining the spirit case.
“So I guess you could say that this ghost is dead serious about getting back at his victims, huh?” Dean said.
Sam rolled his eyes, but you giggled. Noticing this, Dean grinned. “You liked that?”
You shook your head, struggling to talk between laughter. “It’s…just…so…bad!” you gasped out.
“You still laughed though,” Dean pointed out.
“Very true,” you answered with a smile, catching Dean’s eyes with your own.
“Shall we go take down this spirit, then?” Sam interjected.
“Sure! Let’s go,” Garth said happily, walking out to his car. After another quick smile in Dean’s direction, you followed him out.
—-
An hour later, you were standing over a burning grave.
“One day, we should bring marshmallows,” Dean said in your ear.
You burst out laughing. “That’s disgusting! They’d have essence of dead guy on them!”
“But they’d have a smoky flavour.”
You grinned up at him. “You’re ridiculous, Dean Winchester.”
“Let’s go load up the cars,” Sam said. He and Garth headed towards the vehicles but as you turned to follow them, Dean’s arm reached out and touched the crook of your elbow.
“Wait,” he said. You turned and looked at him expectantly.
When he didn’t say anything, you prompted him. “What is it?”
“I’ve been thinking… I mean, I know you and Garth hunt together but maybe…maybe you might wanna try something different? Would you like to come hunting with Sammy and I? I totally get it if you don’t want to, that’s cool. I mean -”
“Dean,” you interrupted. “I’d love to.”
Dean’s face broke out into a grin. “Oh thank God. I would’ve looked like an idiot if you’d said no.”
“Well, I didn’t.” You were about to go to the car when a thought struck you. “Dean, why did you ask?”
All of a sudden, Dean couldn’t meet your eyes. “I - You - I just -”
“Dean. Spit it out.”
He looked up at you. “I really like you, Y/N, and I want to see where this could go if we try it out.”
You grinned up at him. “I was hoping you’d say something like that,” you told him, pulling him down for a kiss.
~~~~~
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Hey. Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after! It’s a bit rushed it think and it’s really long but I couldn’t spend any more time fixing it because I have to study for a maths test and finish my geography assignment.
Warnings: Minor language, a huge fight.
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You were waiting in the bunker for the boys to get back from their hunt.
“Sam? Dean?” you called out upon hearing footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Honey, we’re home!” Dean called back jokingly.
You ran into the room and threw your arms around the two of them.
“I take it you missed us?” Sam laughed.
“You were gone for 2 weeks! Of course I missed you!” you replied, tucking yourself into Dean’s side.
Noticing this, Sam said, “I’m gonna go put my stuff in my room and get cleaned up.”
“Ok. Cya!” you answered as Dean lead you over to the lounge.
“I missed you, baby,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips.
You looked up into his eyes. “I missed you too, Dean.”
He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “What’s wrong, Dean?”
“I, uh, I got you something.”
“Like a present?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.
“Yeah,” he answered. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a woven bracelet. “I mean, it’s not much but I saw it and I thought of you and -”
“Dean,” you cut him off. “I love it.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Of course,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled back, you added, “Maybe when I start going on hunts, I can bring stuff back for you!”
Dean stiffened. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?” you questioned.
“You’re not going on any hunts. Ever,” Dean stated firmly.
“Excuse me? And why not?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”
“So? You do it,” you pointed out.
“That’s different. I’m trained.”
“And? You could give me a bit of training.”
“It’s not going to happen!” Dean yelled. You were both on your feet now.
“Is it too much to ask to learn how to protect myself and the people I love?” you yelled back.
“Yes, it is! Because you shouldn’t have to when I’m around!”
“Well, you aren’t always around!” you responded.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean’s voice was steadily getting louder.
“It means that half the time, you,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, “are always gone and I’m left on my own!”
Dean was breathing heavily. “You know what? If you’re so sure you can look after yourself, why don’t you take off then? See what things are like on your own!”
“Dean!” You turned to see a shocked Sam standing in the doorway. “What the hell?”
“No, Sam, he’s right. I think I will go off on my own.”
“Fine,” Dean said.
“Fine!” you answered, storming off to your room to pack your bags. When you came back out, Sam and Dean were standing in the same positions.
—-
You had left and were just starting up your car when Sam appeared by the passenger door.
“You can’t convince me to stay,” you told him.
“I’m not trying to,” he answered, throwing his bag into the bag seat and climbing into the car beside you. “I’m joining you.”
“I don’t want you to come with me out of pity,” you said in a withering voice.
“Y/N, this isn’t pity. This is me hating to see my best friend alone and upset, and wanting to help her. Besides, Dean’s being a jerk. He needs time alone to cool off.”
“Alright then,” you said after a moment of thought. “Thank you, Sam,” you murmured as an afterthought.
“You’re welcome, Y/N.”
—-
A month later, you were in your motel room while Sam went to pick up some breakfast when your phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Is this Y/N Y/L/N?” an unfamiliar voice asked from the other end of the line.
“Yes,” you replied warily. “Who is this? How did you get this number?”
“My name is Jenny. I work at Sioux Falls General Hospital. We have a patient here named Bobby Singer. He’s very ill. Your number was listed as one of his emergency contacts,” she explained.
You felt like the bottom had gone out of your world. “Miss Y/L/N? Are you there?”
Coming back to your senses, you demanded, “What’s wrong with him? Will he be okay?”
“We’re still running some tests. We can’t tell you any more than that until we know what’s going on.”
“We’ll be there in a few hours,” you said, ending the call.
“Y/N?” Sam called, coming back in. When he saw you, he dumped the food on the table and rushed towards you. “What’s happened? Why are you shaking?”
“It’s Bobby.”
—-
Five hours later, you were rushing to the reception desk of the hospital.
“What room is Bobby Singer in?” Sam asked frantically.
“Room 232,” the receptionist replied. “But there’s another visitor in there at the moment…”
You ignored the rest of her words as you and Sam dashed off to go see Bobby.
“Bobby?” you asked, moving to his bedside and grabbing one of his hands. It wasn’t until then that you realised someone was on the other side of Bobby’s unconscious body, clutching his other hand.
“Dean,” you whispered, the colour draining from your face.
“Y/N,” he replied, looking shocked to see you again.
As you struggled to come up with something to say, a doctor entered the room. “This looks like a popular ward!” he said cheerfully. The three of you turned to look at him.
“Have the tests come back?” Sam asked.
“They have,” the doctor nodded. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that Mr Singer here has pneumonia, but is expected to make a full recovery.” He must have misinterpreted the tension in the room, because he added, “I’ll just give you a moment to discuss this,” before bustling out of the room.
Sam glanced between you and Dean. “I’ll just go and ask him a couple of questions,” he said, following the doctor out of the room.
When you were alone, Dean said, “So…how have you been?”
“Good. You?” you asked politely.
“I’m good.” There was an awkward pause. “You know what?” Dean continued. You glanced up, startled. “I’m not good. I’m all alone in that bunker and it’s my own fault. All I can think about is what I said to you. I’m so sorry. I was a dick, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just…I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, especially not because I brought you into this lifestyle.”
You stood there, stunned. You didn’t know how to reply. “Say something,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. “I should have just spoken to you like a normal person instead of blowing up at you.”
“Will you have me back?” Dean asked after a moment, his expression vulnerable.
You nodded, going towards him and wrapping your arms around him.
The two of you stood there like that for several minutes. Neither of you said anything, you just basked in the warmth of each other’s embrace. Finally, Dean leaned down to kiss you.
It was a slow kiss, a promise. It was a message, telling all the unspoken words between you. It was a kiss that said, “I love you.”
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“Castiel, please come down here. It’s urgent,” you prayed. At the sound of beating wings, you turned to see Cas standing in the room behind you.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, coming over to check you for any injuries.
“Nothing’s wrong, Cas. It’s just…” You bit your lip.
“Y/N, you can tell me anything.”
Instead of responding, you shoved the item in your hand at him. Castiel took it from you and frowned down at it.
“I don’t understand. What is this?” he asked
You exhaled heavily. “Cas…it’s a pregnancy test,” you whispered.
Slowly, realisation dawned on Cas’ features. “You’re pregnant?” he asked. You nodded slowly.
“Don’t be mad!” you pleaded.
“Why would I be mad at you?” he enquired.
“Well, it’s not something we’ve ever talked about. And it’s a pretty big commitment. And I’m sure this is taboo or something, right?” you rambled.
“Y/N,” Cas cut you off. He placed his hand under your chin and tilted your head up so that your eyes met his. “None of that matters. This is wonderful news.”
“Really?” you asked, your face breaking out into a grin.
“Of course,” Cas replied. “You’re beautiful Y/N. You’ll be an incredible mother.”
“You’ll be an amazing father, too,” you told him.
Cas smiled ruefully. “I wouldn’t count on that. But I will protect you and love you, Y/N. You and the baby.” He knelt down so that he was looking directly at your stomach. “Did you hear that? I’m your father. And I’m never going to let anything happen to you. And I will always, always love you.”
You smiled softly upon hearing these words. “Cas,” you murmured.
“Yes, Y/N?” he responded, drawing himself back up to his full height.
“Do you honestly expect me to believe that you won’t be a good father? After hearing what you just said?”
Cas stood there watching you, seemingly at a loss for words.
“I know you’ve made mistakes in the past,” you told him. “Pretty big ones, too. But you won’t stuff this up. I believe in you.”
You could’ve sworn you saw Cas blink back tears. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, pulling you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around him in return.
You couldn’t help grinning into his neck. You were finally going to have a family.
~~~~~
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Hi! Thanks for saying that! Here’s the imagine. I’m sorry it’s taken so long but I hope it’s worth the wait!
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You knew you shouldn’t have done it. It was wrong, forbidden. But you couldn’t leave him there. Not after everything he’d been through. And that’s why he was now lying unconscious in the motel room you’d rented out.
Adam Milligan.
It wasn’t like you’d planned it. You’d only gone to Hell on business but after seeing Adam there, you couldn’t leave him behind.
You heard a moan from behind you. “Adam?” you asked, rushing to his bedside.
“Where am I?” he muttered groggily, struggling to sit up. “Who are you?”
“Shh, just lie down. You’re in a motel room. My name is Y/N. I’m an angel,” you told him.
Suddenly, Adam froze. “This is Lucifer again, isn’t it? You’re messing with my head again!”
“Adam, calm down,” you ordered. “This is not Lucifer’s work. I really am an angel. I rescued you from Hell.”
All the energy seemed to drain from Adam with that last word.
“What’s wrong?” you murmured.
“Hell,” he choked out. His arm shot out and grabbed onto yours. “You can’t let me go back there. I can’t do it. I can’t!” Suddenly, his voice was loud, desperate.
“Adam, do you really think I’d let all that work it took to get you out go to waste?” you joked. When he didn’t smile, you added, “I promise you, Adam, you won’t go back there. Not on my watch.”
“Positive?”
“Positive,” you smiled. “Now get some rest. Your body needs time to adjust,” you said, tucking the sheets up around him.
—
You had been taking care of Adam for the past month. Over that time, he’d made a remarkable recovery.
However, whilst most of the physical strain had been taken care of after a few days of rest, his mental state was another matter entirely. Visiting Hell was taxing on you - you could only imagine how it would affect a human.
It didn’t help that you had to keep moving around. Every couple of days, you took Adam to a new motel in order to keep any other angels off your trail, should they be searching.
“Y/N?” a voice called. You turned to find Adam standing in the doorway of your room.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, worried that he had come to you with news of another nightmare or flashback.
“I’m fine,” he replied. “You need to stop worrying about me so much.”
“But you went through such an ordeal. I have to make sure you’re recovering,” you explained.
“That isn’t your responsibility,” Adam told you.
“Of course it is,” you answered in confusion. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Y/N, stop talking,” Adam said, stepping up to you.
You opened your mouth to ask why, but Adam’s lips caught the words before they had a chance to come out. At first, you were stunned but after a moment, your lips began to move with his.
Adam’s hands came to rest on your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your hands reached up and looped around his neck.
After a minute, you pulled back. “Adam, no,” you told him, shaking your head.
“Did I overstep a boundary?” he asked. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean -”
“No, it’s not like that,” you explained hastily.
“Then what is it?” Adam questioned, his brow still creased in confusion.
“Adam, I have no regrets whatsoever about pulling you from Hell. But you have to go live a normal life. You can’t stay with me, in the path of danger. Because of what I did, I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life running,” you whispered.
“Then let me spend eternity chasing you,” he murmured. “You’re worth it, Y/N. Believe me, you’re worth it,” he finished, drawing you to him once more.
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Hi! I absolutely love this episode so thank you for the request. I’m so sorry it took so long! I’ve just had a lot of homework and assignments at school. Anyway, I hope it’s what you were after!
Warning: There’s a bit of language in this.
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“Dean, listen to me. It’s not real, alright? None of what you’re seeing is real!” you said in an attempt to calm Dean down.
“They’re after me!” Dean cried out, the panic gripping him like a vice.
“Listen to me. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. Just breathe, alright?” you assured him. “Just try to match my breaths, okay? Sam will have all this sorted out soon. Don’t worry.”
Dean started to breathe with you and after a minute or two, you noticed that he had calmed down marginally.
“That’s good, Dean. Keep that up.”
At the sound of your voice, Dean looked up again.
“Get away from me!” he yelled, pushing you away. “Get out of Y/N, you son of a bitch!”
“What the hell, Dean?” you exclaimed, catching yourself on the wall of the motel.
Dean grabbed the demon knife. “You heard me! Get out of Y/N or I’ll send you straight back to Hell!”
“Dean - I’m not a demon!”
“Do I really look like that much of an idiot? Get out of her!” Dean came up and pinned you against the wall, the knife hovering above your chest.
“Dean?” you whispered, your voice cracking. You tried again. “Dean, it’s me. Please, you have to believe me! This is just the fear making you see things. It’s me, i swear!”
“Shut up!” Dean yelled, plunging the knife into your arm.
You cried out in pain. “Get off me!”
You raised your leg and kneed Dean in the groin. Taking advantage of his surprise and pain, you pushed him off you and sprinted for the door.
It wasn’t until you were at least two blocks away that you began to slow down and catch your breath. You hated yourself for leaving Dean right now, with the fear taking over his brain, but you couldn’t stay there. The blood running down your arm was proof of that.
“In a hurry, are we?” A voice asked from just behind you.
You turned around to find yourself face to face with a man. As you looked at him, his eyes flashed black for a moment.
His arm lashed out and you only had time to think that all your weapons and your phone were back at the motel before the demon made contact with your head and the darkness sucked you in.
—–
“Finally. She wakes,” you heard through a curtain of fog surrounding your brain.
Blinking several times to orient yourself, you looked around and saw that you were tied to a chair in an old shed. The demon stood in front of you, twirling the knife between his fingers.
“What do you want with me?” you asked tugging your hands apart to test the strength of your bonds.
“You’re very direct, aren’t you? No use beating around the bush with you.”
You rolled your eyes. “Look, if you’re just going to be a dick, can we perhaps cut this little meeting short? I’ve got places to be.” You hoped that by matching his casual tone, he wouldn’t realise how truly scared you were.
“Oh, this meeting will definitely be cut short,” the demon assured you. “But perhaps not in the way you’re hoping for.”
“Just tell me what you want with me,” you repeated, feeling your heart rate pick up a little at the sight of the knife inching towards you.
“A little birdie told me that you’ve had a bit to do with the angels. Is that right?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me!” the demon shouted, throwing his fist into your face. “I want to know their plans.”
“Please, I don’t know anything! They haven’t given me any information!”
“I don’t believe you,” he sneered.
“You have to believe me! They’ve kept me in the dark,” you pleaded with him, your cheek throbbing from where he’d hit you.
“If you won’t tell me anything voluntarily, I’ll just have to make you -”
“Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!”
“Dean?” you called out timidly. Part of you was filled with relief that help had arrived but another part, a rather big one, couldn’t stop thinking that this might still be the Dean who had attacked you.
“It’s me, baby. It’s me. I’m all better,” he assured you, coming over to untie you while Sam took down the demon and exorcised him.
“Dean,” you whispered, your eyes filling with tears as he freed you from the ropes that were binding you.
“Hey, baby, don’t cry. Everything’s fine,” he murmured, cupping his hands around your face and wiping your tears with his thumb. “I’m so, so sorry. What I did…I can never forgive myself for hurting you like that. I was seeing all these scary things, but thinking you were possessed…that was the scariest,” Dean explained, his voice cracking on the last part.
“Hey,” you said, bringing your hand up to rest on his. “It’s fine, Dean. I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just glad that you’re back and everything’s okay.”
“Me too, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me too.”
~~~~~
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Hi! Don’t worry - the request didn’t sound weird. I actually found the concept really interesting. Anyway, sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after!
Please note that I’m only 15 and have no experience with pregnancy so please forgive any inaccuracies.
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You sat in the nurse’s office with Cas.
“Are you ready to have a look at your baby?” the ultrasound technician asked.
“I can’t wait!” you grinned.
“Well, here it is!” the technician replied, placing the wand on your stomach. As she began moving it around, an image filled the screen in front of you.
“Oh my God,” you whispered, squeezing Cas’ hand.
You looked over to see that there were tears in his eyes. “Our baby is going to be beautiful, Y/N.”
“Yeah,” you replied, turning your attention back to the image of your baby. “Wait, what’s that darker patch near the arms?”
“Huh. I don’t think I’ve seen anything like that before,” the technician frowned. “Don’t worry though,” she added hastily, “it’ll just be the quality of the image. They’re fairly grainy and often a bit unclear.”
“Oh, okay. What a relief!” you exclaimed.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” the technician assured you. “Your baby appears to be healthy and, by the looks of things, I’d say that you’re about 4 months along!”
“Wow,” you murmured, still in awe over the little baby growing inside of you.
“I’ll just give you two a moment,” the technician said, slipping out of the room.
“This is incredible!” you said to Cas.
“I agree,” he replied.
“What’s wrong, Cas?” you asked, noting the uncertainty in his voice. “Is something the matter? Do you not want a baby anymore?” Your imagination was getting the best of you and you were starting to panic.
“Shh, no nothing like that. I can’t wait to have this baby,” Cas reassured you, stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you.
“Then what is it?”
“I-I don’t know how to tell you this, Y/N.”
“Preferably in English,” you joked, attempting to cover up your concern.
Cas smiled but soon turned serious again with his next words. “Y/N…the dark shape you noticed? It wasn’t just poor image quality. It was the shape of…wings.”
“Excuse me?” you asked, sure that you had misheard.
“Our baby will have wings,” Castiel repeated.
“But that’s impossible. And besides, it’s not like we’ll be able to see them. Right?”
Cas avoided your eyes. “Tell me, Cas!” you demanded.
“Y/N, human and angel pregnancies are incredibly rare. So rare, in fact, that there is essentially no precedent for them. I suppose that this was always a possibility but I thought the odds of it happening were practically non-existent so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you,” Cas explained.
“But this can’t be happening! I just want our baby to grow up normal! Or at least as normal as is possible for us. Oh, God. No. This can’t be happening!” you panicked.
“Hey, come here,” Cas said, gently taking you into his arms. “Y/N, listen to me. This is our baby. It will be beautiful and loved and I will do everything in my power to make sure that they have the happiest and most normal life possible. I promise.”
You sniffled. “Do you really think we can pull off something like this off?” you asked doubtfully.
“I really do,” Cas replied confidently, drawing you in tighter. “You just have to have faith.”
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Thank you for your request. Sorry for the wait! I don’t actually write smut so I sort of implied that sort of thing. I haven’t written much of that sort of thing before, so I hope it turned out alright!
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You snuggled into Dean’s chest. “I love you, Dean,” you told him.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, reaching up to stroke your hair.
“I wish we could spend more time like this,” you sighed.
“Hmm?”
“It just seems like we’re always running from something or fighting someone. I just wish there were more moments like this. Just you and me, being able to relax without some monster getting in the way of things,” you elaborated.
“I know what you mean, baby. Sometimes I wish we could just stay like this forever, that we could just pause the rest of the world and never get out of bed,” Dean responded.
“What would we do in bed all day?” you asked, feigning innocence.
“I could think of a few things…” Dean said, his fingers trailing along your side.
“What sort of things?” you giggled, getting ticklish.
Dean moved so that he was hovering above you. “We could do this,” he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
“What else?” you asked when he pulled away.
“Well…” Dean teased. “There’s this.”
He began planting kisses down your neck.
“Any other ideas?” you gasped out.
He pulled the strap of your tank top down and began covering your collarbone with his lips. “How about this?” he asked between kisses.
You sighed in pleasure.
“You know,” you began, wrapping your legs around him, “I think we could probably keep ourselves busy for a day,” you finished off as you pulled his face down to yours.
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Thank you so much for saying that! I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this, but I’ve been pretty busy. Also, I had to ask one of my friends what Teen Wolf is about because I’ve never actually watched it. But even so, Dylan O'Brien! Need I say more?
Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait!
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“Hey, Y/N,” Sam said as he walked into your room in the bunker.
“Shh! My show is on!”
“What show is that?” Sam asked as he came and sat next to you.
“Teen Wolf,” you replied distractedly, your attention drawn to the screen.
“What’s it -” Sam began.
You waved him off. “I’ll explain in the ad break.”
A minute later, you turned to Sam. “Alright, the ads are on. What do you want to know?”
“Well, what’s the show about?”
“Okay, so there’s this guy called Scott and he gets bitten and becomes a werewolf. And then he gets good at sport, gets a girlfriend, all that sort of thing. But then he gets pulled into the dangerous side of being a werewolf. You know, shifting, people getting hurt. The sort of stuff we deal with,” you explained. “Oh! It’s back on!”
You sighed happily as Stiles appeared on the screen.
“What was that for?” Sam asked.
“I love Stiles. I mean, Dylan O'Brien is just so hot!” you exclaimed.
“Oh,” Sam responded, focussing his attention back on the screen.
When the next ad break came on, you turned so that you were facing Sam.
“Alright, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” Sam asked.
“I mean you haven’t spoken since the last ads. And whilst I appreciate the fact that you’ve been letting me listen to the show, this isn’t like you, Sam,” you explained. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just… Don’t worry about it. It’s stupid.”
“No, Sam. If something’s upsetting you, then it’s definitely not stupid,” you assured him.
“It’s just…it’s what you said about that Stiles guy,” Sam muttered.
You burst out laughing. “Is that what this is about?”
Sam looked down, a dark red painted onto his cheeks.
“Oh,” you said, your laughter cutting off. “You’re serious.”
Sam still hadn’t looked back up.
“Sammy,” you began. “Sam. Look at me.”
He raised his head.
“Are you jealous?” you asked softly.
Sam didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
“Sammy…” you murmured. “You do know that Stiles is fictional, right? He’s just a character on a TV show! A great character, sure, but a character just the same. And even if he was real, I’d still prefer you. I love you, Sam.”
A sheepish smile spread across Sam’s face.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” he asked.
“Yes,” you replied. “But you’re my idiot,” you added, tucking yourself into his side as Teen Wolf came back on.
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Hi! I’m so, so sorry that it took so long for me to answer this request. It’s just when I first received it, I hadn’t gotten up to the Garth episodes and over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been having some pretty intense Supernatural marathon sessions and I’m FINALLY caught up to Australian TV! I’m still 2 episodes behind America though (so no spoilers!) but it means I’ll have more writing time!
Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait!
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“Hey, Garth!” you called as you walked into the motel room.
“Hey, Y/N,” he replied.
“So did you find out anything about the vampire we’re hunting?” you asked as you locked the door behind you.
“I did.”
“Well?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It turns out we’re not dealing with one vampire,” Garth replied.
“So what? Two? Three?”
“More like a whole nest,” Garth answered reluctantly.
“What? Garth, we can’t take on an entire nest by ourselves!” you exclaimed.
“I know. That’s why I called in some other hunters to help us out.”
“Garth…”
“Look, Y/N, I know you aren’t particularly fond of working with other hunters but trust me. The guys I called are Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re great. I’m sure you’ll love them. And Dean loves pie, just like you!” Garth explained.
You sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of you telling them not to bother?”
“Nope!” Garth said. “Besides, they’re already on their way. They should be here within the hour.”
“Garth! A little warning next time!”
“Sorry,” he shrugged. “But I can’t help it if they were in the area.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Whatever. I’m gonna go have a shower before they get here.”
You stood under the hot water, letting it soak your sore muscles. You really loved hunting at times but the aches you got after working a job…let’s just say that you could definitely go without them.
You knew that you’d probably been in the shower for too long but you had nothing else to do, considering you and Garth couldn’t work on the case until the other hunters arrived. Besides, it was little luxuries like this that you lived for.
When you finally stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed, you could faintly make out voices coming from the main area of the motel room. With your hair still damp, you left the bathroom to see what was going on.
In front of you stood Garth with two other men.
“Y/N, I’d like you to meet the Winchesters,” Garth announced.
“Hey, I’m Sam,” said the first brother, who towered over you.
“I’m Dean.” You turned your gaze to the second brother. This one also stood above you, but didn’t dwarf you as much as Sam. And Dean was hot. There was no other way of putting it. And those eyes…
“I thought you guys weren’t going to be here for another half hour,” you said, snapping yourself out of your thoughts.
“Yeah, well, we got lucky with traffic and stuff like that,” Dean responded.
“It probably helps that you never follow the speed limit,” Sam interjected.
“Hey,” Dean protested. “It’s not my fault the Impala’s built the way she is. I just want Baby to be used to the best of her abilities.”
This piqued your interest. “You have an Impala? What year?”
“1967.”
“Awesome,” you grinned. “But maybe we should discuss the case?”
“Right,” Dean said. “The case. We were just talking and Sammy and I think that we should head out as soon as possible, while it’s still daylight.”
“Shouldn’t you guys prepare a bit?”
“Actually, Garth sent us all the info you had while we were driving here. Besides, this isn’t the first vampire nest we’ve taken down,” Sam explained.
“Oh. Ok then. I guess I’ll sort my stuff out then,” you answer, going over to your bed to pack your gear.
Garth followed you. “So. What do you think? I told you they were cool.”
“Shh! Garth! They can probably hear you!” you hissed.
“Don’t worry. The Winchesters and I are tight. They don’t mind,” Garth assured you.
“Right,” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Well, come on then. Let’s get this show on the road.”
——
The hunt was tough but finally, Dean decapitated the last vampire. The four of you stood in place, panting, before a voice finally pierced the silence. “You’ve just been Garthed.”
You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop and soon, all of you were in hysterics.
Finally, the four of you regained control and you looked up to find Dean gazing at you with a look of wonder.
“I’m gonna go out to the car and get some stuff to deal with these corpses,” Sam said.
“I’ll help you,” Garth answered. The two hunters left, leaving you and Dean alone.
“Why are you staring at me?” you asked.
“Because when you were laughing…you were just so beautiful, so full of life. You don’t see that in a lot of hunters,” Dean answered, walking over to you. “And I guess - I guess that I kind of want to make you laugh like that.”
“Wh-what?” you stammered out.
“I think…I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Dean began. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.”
“But you’ve just met me,” you said.
“Which is exactly why you should let me take you out on a date,” Dean responded. “I want to check if I’m right.”
“Well if you put it that way…” you trailed off.
Dean took another step towards you, so that your toes were touching. He moved his hand to cup the back of your neck and leaned down, fitting his lips to yours.
“So will you go out with me?” he asked, pulling back after a moment.
“Yeah,” you breathed out.
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“Y/N, there is a couple outside kissing. And the girl is holding roses,” Cas informed you.
“Well, it is Valentine’s Day, Cas. The most romantic holiday of the year,” you teased.
“I don’t understand,” Cas said.
“Well, it’s this day celebrated all over the world where people-”
“No,” Cas interrupted. “I mean that I don’t understand the kissing part.”
“What about it?” you asked in confusion.
A slow blush spread across Castiel’s cheeks. “I don’t understand…”
“What is it, Cas?” you prompted gently.
“I don’t understand how you do it,” Cas admitted.
“Hey, there’s no need to be ashamed,” you told him. “Come on, sit down,” you said, patting the lounge beside you.
Cas sat down and turned to face you. “Why am I sitting down?”
“Because I’m going to give you some advice. First,” you instructed, “you’ll want to to place your hand on her face. No, not like that,” you said as Cas placed his hand heavily on your cheek. “Gentler, like you’re cupping it. That’s better.”
“Next, look her in the eyes so that she can see how much you care about her.” You looked up to see Cas looking at you in adoration. “Um, yeah, like that,” you murmured.
You took in a deep breath. “Then you should put your arm around her back or around her waist, to pull her body towards you.”
“And then,” you continued, your face mere inches from Castiel’s, “you look down to her lips. It’ll drive her crazy.”
“What next?” Cas asked. He was so close that you could feel his breath ghosting across your lips.
“You lean in and kiss her,” you uttered.
Cas leaned down and fitted his lips to yours. It was soft. Sweet. Loving. He pulled back.
“Was that satisfactory?” he inquired.
A nervous laugh escaped your lips. “I guess you could say that. You know, considering you’re a beginner, you’re pretty good at this,” you told him.
A thought crossed your mind, causing you to lean back. “Cas?”
“Yes, Y/N?”
“Why did you want to know about kissing?”
“Because…There’s someone that I wanted to kiss,” he said.
“Oh,” you replied, a sinking feeling in your stomach. You knew that you shouldn’t be disappointed but you had hoped that he had felt the same connection you had felt. “Well, I’m sure whoever you want to kiss will love it.”
“Couldn’t you give me the verdict now?”
“Wh-what?” you asked shakily.
“It’s just…I have feelings for you. Human feelings. And Dean has informed me that I should kiss you but I didn’t know how and I wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual-”
“Cas,” you cut him off.
“Yes?”
“If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”
“Ok then. Well, may I kiss you again?” Cas asked.
“You may,” you murmured before leaning forward to bring his lips to yours once more.
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“Cas,” you called as you knotted your shoelaces. “I’m gonna go for a jog!”
Cas appeared in the doorway. “I do hope you’ll be careful. It’s getting dark outside.”
“I’ll be fine, Cas,” you assured him as you stood up and stretched. “I used to go jogging all the time and look! I’m still here!”
“I know that,” Cas responded, still looking worried.
“Cas,” you murmured. “Everything will be fine. I’ll only be gone 20 minutes, half an hour tops.”
Castiel pulled you in for a kiss. “Have fun,” he said as you pulled away.
“I will!” you replied with a grin before you slipped out the door.
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Your feet pounded on the concrete footpath and you felt your breathing get into a rhythm. You’d missed this feeling that running gave you, the feeling of being weightless whilst simultaneously feeling as though you had never been more grounded and secure. These days, most of the running you did was from something. It was nice to finally be able to run simply because you could.
You heard footsteps behind you, matching the rhythm of your own. It didn’t surprise you as you had seen others out jogging around this time of day. What did surprise you was the shove you felt from behind and the crack as your head made contact with the footpath. However, you barely had time to register your surprise before the blackness ate away at the edges of your vision, leaving you with nothing.
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Slowly, your eyes fluttered open once more. You tried to turn your head to see where you were but found that your movements were restricted. Your arms and legs were also tied down and a rag had been stuffed into your mouth to keep you from crying out.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes. Didn’t even wait for the kiss.” You strain to see in your peripheral vision and see a man striding towards you. “Of course,” he adds, stepping in front of you, “I would’ve much preferred it if we’d stuck to the original script. It’s traditional, don’t you think?” he leered at you, his eyes flashing black. Demon.
You struggled to free yourself, to no avail. “I wouldn’t bother if I were you,” he said. “After all, you can’t fight me tied up and you can’t recite any of your little exorcism chants with your pretty little mouth clogged up.”
You felt physically sick at the things he was saying. But you knew, with a sinking feeling of despair, that everything he was saying was true. He’d gotten the jump on you and now you had to suffer the consequences.
The demon stepped towards you. “You know,” he began. “I have waited a very, very long time for this. To have you here, all tied up. It’s nice, don’t you think? After all, you’ve put me through hell - pardon the pun - and I think it’s about time I returned the favour.”
He grabbed a knife from the table beside him and ran his fingers over the blade. “I could kill you,” he said, “But where’s the fun in that? No, I think I’m going to make this last. You know, savour the taste.”
Suddenly, the demon lashed out with the knife, slicing it along your forearm. You tried to cry out but your screams were lost in the rag stuffed in your mouth.
Again and again he pulled the knife on you. Arms. Legs. Torso. Again and again you screamed and tried to break free of your bonds. But it seemed that the more you struggled, the more it felt like you were being restrained. It was as if each time you moved, the cuffs grew a little bit tighter.
You were weak and your head was spinning from loss of blood. Surely he would end it. Surely he’d had his fun by now. But each time he looked as though he was done, he simply picked up yet another instrument of torture.
Just as he picked up a branding iron and was about to sear it onto your skin, his eye sockets lit up, as though torches had been lit in them.
You closed your eyes, your whole body attempting to shy away from this blinding light. And then it stopped and you heard a thump.
As you opened your eyes, you saw the demon slumped on the floor, dead. And standing over its body was Cas.
“Y/N,” he murmured, reaching forward to heal your injuries.
“Cas?” you asked. “But how-how did you find me?”
“There is no place in this world where you can find yourself in danger where I won’t come and save you,” he said, breaking apart the manacles which had been holding you down.
Castiel pulled you into his arms, lightly rocking you as you started to sob. “You’re safe now, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re safe.”
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“Hello?” you said into the phone.
“Hey, Y/N,” Dean’s voice came out through the speakers.
“Dean! How are you? How’s Sam? Where are you guys?” you asked.
“I’m good but Sam isn’t so good,” he said. “And we’re actually about 15 minutes away.”
“What? What’s wrong? Dean, what’s going on?” you asked frantically.
“Nothing, don’t worry. He’s just got a really high fever,” Dean explained.
“So he’s okay then?” you questioned.
“Yeah, he’ll be fine. It’s just that I’ve got to go on a hunt and he’s not really in the best shape to be left alone. He keeps asking for you. Do you think you might be able to swing by?”
“Like you even have to ask,” you replied. “Give me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Twenty minutes later, you were stood outside a motel room. You only had to knock once before the door was swung open by Dean.
“Hey,” you greeted him.
“Hey yourself,” he answered. As you stepped into the room, you saw Sam tossing and turning on one of the beds.
“Sammy,” Dean called. “Y/N’s here. She’s going to take care of you.” Dean looked back at you. “Thanks for coming. I’ll see you later,” he said before exiting the room.
“Y/N?” Sam asked in a weak voice.
“Yes, baby, it’s me,” you told him as you went and sat on the edge of his bed.
“Are you here to take care of me?”
“Yes, I am,” you replied, stroking his hair. As you did so, you noticed that Sam’s forehead felt as though it was on fire.
“Jeez, Sam. Dean wasn’t lying about that fever,” you murmured.
“It’s not so bad,” Sam told you. “I don’t even feel that hot.”
You bit your lip. That did not sound good.
“Could you please get me some water?” Sam asked.
“Of course, sweetheart,” you responded as you leaned down to kiss his temple.
You stood up and went to fill a glass in the small kitchenette. You went back over to the bed and handed it to Sam.
“Thanks,” he said, sitting up to drink. As he sipped, he could barely keep his hands from shaking. This resulted in a few drops of the water spilling over the rim of the glass and onto the sheets.
“Sam,” you began, taking the glass from him and putting it on the bedside table. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”
“I-I’m just r-really cold,” Sam stuttered through chattering teeth.
“Here,” you said gently as you took a blanket from the other bed and draped it over him. “Does that help?”
“Yeah. Thanks,” Sam replied. You noticed that sweat had started beading on his forehead so you went into the bathroom to wet a cloth.
As you returned to the bed, you saw Sam was following you with his eyes.
“Y/N?”
“What is it, Sammy?” you asked as you wiped his face with the washcloth.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” Sam told you.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” you said, resting your hand on the side of his face.
Sam reached up, took that hand in his own and brought it to his lips. “I love you, Y/N,” he said.
“I love you too, Sammy.”
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Fire. Screams. Torment. Agony. You’d seen a lot of horror movies in your time, even lived a few, but none of the terrible events that had happened in those could even begin to compare to the reality of hell. Every moment that went by was an eternity. Every minute seemed to last a thousand lifetimes. Time here seemed impossible. You’d been in Hell forever, but the occasions where you were told that the day of torture was over seemed few and far between.
Flames. Anguish. Terror. Wings. Wings?
Something was wrong. Or perhaps right. You had no idea. All you knew was that Hell was always the same, but this was different.
A hand gripped your shoulder. You could feel the shape of it being branded into your skin. And then it happened - the rising sensation.
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You woke up in a field that looked as though a hurricane had torn through it. You stepped over an uprooted tree, fear and confusion making coherent thought impossible.
“Miss me?” a voice to your right asked.
You whipped your head around to find Gabriel standing there, a lighthouse to guide you amidst all this destruction. You ran towards him and threw your arms around him, finally feeling safety again as his arms pulled you in.
“It’s you,” you sobbed into his chest. “It’s really you.”
“You bet it is,” he replied. “You won’t believe what I had to go through to get you out of Hell.”
“So that was you?” you asked, pulling away to look up at him.
“Who else?” he answered. “There’s no way I would ever leave you in there. You deserve so much more than that.”
You smiled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the first time you could remember in a long time when you were actually expressing happiness.
“How long?” you whispered.
“A month.”
“A month?” you questioned. “But that’s, that’s impossible! No, surely not. I was there for so much longer than that!”
“Time works differently down there.” Gabriel explained.
“Oh, God,” you whispered. “I was really there, wasn’t I? It really happened. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” you started repeating over and over, like a mantra. Tears had worked their way down your face again, blurring your vision and forcing you to sit on one of the fallen trees.
Gabriel sat down beside you and pulled you towards him.
“Hey, I’m here. You’re safe now, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he murmured.
While his voice and embrace were soothing, all the stress and fear and pain you’d felt in Hell took over and it was at least an hour before your brain was able to process anything beyond your immediate situation.
“My brothers,” you said finally, wiping a hand across your eyes. “I have to see them.”
“Are you sure? I mean, is right now really the best time?” Gabriel questioned.
“I have to. They’ve spent a month thinking I was dead. I have to let them know I’m alive.”
“Alright then. I’ll send you over,” Gabriel consented as he pressed a finger to your head to send you away.
Before you stood the door to a motel room. As you looked around, you could tell that it was fairly low budget, but you couldn’t care less. On the other side of that door were the people who meant the most to you in the world.
You slowly raised your hand and, with only a moment of hesitation, knocked.
“If you’re the cleaning person, we’re alright in here,” Dean’s voice floated out to you.
“I’m not the cleaning lady,” you answered with a shaky laugh.
“What the-” Dean began, only to cut himself off abruptly as he wrenched open the door.
“Sammy!” he called, warning in his tone.
“Dean!” you cried, stepping towards him.
“Stay where you are,” Dean commanded, holding a gun towards you.
You raised your hands in a conciliatory gesture.
“Dean, it’s me. I’m back,” you told him. “Really, it’s me. Same as before.”
“We’ll see about that,” Dean said, just as Sam stepped into your line of vision.
“Y/N,” he whispered as he caught sight of you.
“We’ve got some tests to run, Sammy,” Dean said.
“Right,” Sam replied, picking a bottle of holy water and pouring it over you. Next, Dean picked up some salt from a side table and threw it on you. Finally, Sam pulled out a silver knife and dragged the blade across your forearm.
“Are you done?” you asked, dripping with water.
“Y/N,” Dean murmured as he grabbed you and pulled you into an embrace. It soon turned into a three way hug when Sam wrapped his arms around you as well.
“You’re back,” Sam whispered.
“We’re so, so sorry, Y/N,” Dean said, his voice muffled by your hair. “It’s our fault you had to go there.”
You extricated yourself from their arms. “Guys, none of this was your fault,” you told them firmly. “Besides, that doesn’t matter now. I’m safe. That’s what’s important.”
“Y/N,” a new voice said.
“Cas!” you exclaimed, looking behind you to find one of your closest friends.
“I’m very glad to see you alive again,” he told you. “However, I don’t understand how this came about.”
“Wait, you mean you didn’t do this?” Dean asked.
“Then who did?” Sam queried.
“Hello, boys.” The three of you turned to find that Gabriel had also arrived.
“Gabriel?” Sam asked in surprise.
“The one, the only,” Gabriel replied cockily, which caused you to roll your eyes as you moved to stand beside him.
“I don’t understand,” Cas began. “Why did you raise her? I don’t recall hearing any such plans.”
“I did it on my own terms. I wasn’t just going to leave Y/N there,” Gabriel answered as he gave your hand a squeeze.
Sam noticed this and asked, “Y/N, what’s going on?”
Shyly, you looked up at Gabriel, who gave you a nod. “Gabriel and I are…together.”
“What?” Sam and Dean burst out in unison.
“Y/N, I don’t think that’s the best idea,” Sam said while Dean stood beside him, seething with rage.
“And why not?” you demanded to know.
“Well, for starters, he’s angel,” Sam explained.
“So? Cas is an angel!” you defended yourself.
“You’re not dating Cas!” Dean exclaimed.
“I must say I agree with them,” Cas told you. “A relationship with an angel would be…complicated.”
“So what? I can handle it.”
“Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into? This guy messes with people’s heads for a living!” Dean yelled.
At this, Gabriel decided enough was enough and drew himself up to his full height.
“I would never do such a thing to Y/N,” Gabriel said. “I love her.”
“You what?” Sam asked.
“I love her,” Gabriel repeated.
“What about you, Y/N? Do you feel the same way?” Sam asked you.
“I do,” you uttered.
Dean huffed out an annoyed breath. As he looked between you and Gabriel, he seemed to reach some sort of decision.
“Fine then,” he began as he stepped up to Gabriel, stabbing a finger into his chest. “But don’t think that because you brought Y/N back, you’re automatically off the hook for everything. If you hurt her, we will hunt you down and kick your ass.”
Dean backed off and you noticed that Sam and Cas were also sending threatening glances in Gabriel’s direction. You didn’t care though. You were back with your family and you had another shot at life, all with the man you love standing beside you.
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“Ugh,” you moaned as you flopped down onto your bed. Sam and Dean had just left to go work a case and you had no clue where Cas was. The next few days in the bunker were going to be boring and lonely.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” a cocky voice asked from the open door.
Sitting upright, you looked towards the doorway and saw Gabriel standing there, watching you.
“Gabriel! What the hell are you doing here?” you asked in astonishment.
“I heard that you might be on your own around here so I thought I’d drop by. I figured we could watch some movies or something,” he replies.
“You want to watch movies with me?” you asked skeptically. “An angel wants to slum it with a human and spend the day watching movies?”
“Sure. Why not? I’ve been around a while - things get boring after a bit of time,” he shrugged.
“Alright then,” you said as you headed down to where the TV was. “Let’s do this. But I pick the movies,” you warned.
“Sure. Whatever you want,” Gabriel agreed.
You bent down and loaded Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone into the DVD player. It was one of your favourite movies ever and you practically never got to watch it.
When you were done, you stood up and turned around, only to find Gabriel settled into the couch with a bowl of popcorn.
You raised an eyebrow. “Is that real popcorn or did you work some kind of trickster magic on it?”
“It’s as real as it gets,” Gabriel answered. “That’s what happens when you have friends in high places. Literally.”
You rolled your eyes and sank into the couch beside him, helping yourself to a mouthful of popcorn.
“Well, thanks,” you told him. “But shut up now. The movie’s starting.”
You had been watching the movie for a while when you realised that you were close to your favourite part, the scene where Harry, Ron and Hermione face down the troll on Halloween.
You nudged Gabriel. “This is it! It’s my favourite bit. You don’t want to miss it!”
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Gabriel wasn’t paying attention to the screen.
“You aren’t even watching it!” you accused. “This is the best part!”
“I’m already looking at the best part,” Gabriel answered, looking straight at you.
“Gabriel…” you began, unsure of how to respond.
He set the popcorn down on a side table and leaned in towards you. With his face only centimetres from yours, he paused for a moment, hesitant, before closing the gap between you and matching his lips to yours.
After a moment, he pulled away again.
“Wh-what was that?” you stuttered.
“Too much?” he asked with a smirk. But as you looked into his eyes, you could see that he was actually afraid of how you were going to react.
“No, not at all. Just…unexpected,” you finished, pulling his face to yours once more.
Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that you’d end up kissing an angel. And yet here you were, your heart pounding in your chest and your cheeks flushing as Gabriel’s lips moulded themselves around yours.
What had started out as a couple of chaste kisses soon intensified and it wasn’t long before you were both out of breath, clothes askew and hair a mess.
“Wow,” you gasped out, your back pressed against the seat of the lounge with Gabriel hovering above you. “I guess you were right. This was the best bit.”
Gabriel grinned at you, before leaning down to fit his lips to yours once more.
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Author’s Note: I named the toddler Mary. I’m not the best at coming up with names and since Sam and Dean were named after their grandparents, I decided to keep with that tradition.
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“You can’t go to the park unless you put a coat on!” you told Mary, your two year old daughter.
“Fine,” she complained as she shrugged her little arms into the sleeves.
“Don’t forget to say goodbye!” you warned.
“Bye, Daddy! Bye, Uncle Dean! Bye, Uncle Cas!” she called. Dean lifted Mary up into his arms, which caused her to giggle.
“You be good for your mum, okay?” Dean instructed. Mary bobbed her head up and down. She’d do anything to please her Uncle Dean.
“Good girl.” Dean put Mary down, just as Sam came into the room.
“Daddy!” Mary shrieked.
“Hey, beautiful!” Sam replied, staggering slightly as Mary tackled his legs.
He leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“Be careful,” he whispered to you.
“Of course, Sammy,” you replied.
“Are we going now?” Mary asked, gazing up at you with her big eyes.
“Yes, sweetheart. We are,” you laughed as you grabbed her hand and led her out the door, into the autumn afternoon.
You’d barely made it to the next street when you felt a sharp tug on your arm.
“Mummy?” Mary whispered timidly as she stared across the street.
You followed her gaze and saw a man standing there, his eyes boring into yours. His black eyes.
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, hoping Mary wouldn’t hear you. Whilst you and the boys were still involved in the hunting life, you didn’t actively seek out cases like you once did. For this reason, aside from having a single knife tucked into your boot, you were in no way prepared to take on a demon. Especially not while protecting your daughter.
“Come on,” you urged, as you pulled Mary back the way you had come. Perhaps by some miracle you could get close enough to the bunker that Mary could run back and warn the boys.
You hadn’t taken more than two steps before Mary’s shriek cut through the air and a sharp blow to the back of your head sent you crashing to the concrete beneath your feet.
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A car horn from the nearby highway. That was the sound that finally woke you. As the rest of your senses starting working again, you saw that the sky was marginally darker than when you’d last seen it, so you knew you couldn’t have been out for long.
“Mary?” you asked groggily as you patted the footpath beside you, searching for an arm, a leg. Something.
“Mary?” you asked when you came up blank, your voice much higher in pitch.
You jumped to your feet and began to frantically search your surroundings.
“MARY!” you screamed, your heart smashing into your ribcage.
“Oh, God,” you choked out, thrusting your hand into your pocket to get your phone.
“Hello?” Sam asked after the first ring.
“She’s gone, Sammy! She’s gone!” you sobbed.
“What? Who’s gone? Tell me what’s happened, Y/N,” Sam asked, suddenly alert.
“Mary! There was a demon and he attacked me and I blacked out, and, and, SHE WAS GONE, SAMMY! Oh, God. What are we going to do? I’m such a bad mother. I let my baby get kidnapped!”
“You are not a bad mother, Y/N,” Sam told you. “Just tell me where you are.”
You did and before you had even finished your sentence, you heard Sam getting Dean and Cas ready.
“We’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Just breathe, Y/N,” Sam instructed as he hung up the phone.
You stood waiting by the curb, your phone clutched in your hand like a lifeline.
After a minute or two, the Impala screeched to a halt in front of you. Sam had jumped out of the backseat to pull you into his arms before it had even fully stopped.
“I’m so scared,” you sobbed as Sam pulled you into the car.
“Listen, Y/N, we’re going to find her, okay?” Dean said, his eyes locking onto yours in the rearview mirror.
“What if they’ve hurt her? Oh, God. What if she’s dead?” You were starting to get hysterical again.
“Y/N,” Cas began in his deep voice. “It seems likely that Mary has been taken as bait. It doesn’t make sense for the demon to hurt her if all they want to do is lure out the Winchesters,” he rationalised.
Castiel’s words managed to calm you down a fraction, until you looked out the window and saw that you had arrived back at the bunker.
“What are we doing here? We need to find Mary!” you exclaimed.
“We will,” Sam assured you. “But first, we need to find out where she is.”
“How are we going to do that from here?” you asked as you followed the others inside.
“We’ve got Bobby’s tracking device,” Dean explained as he went over to set it up.
Five minutes. That’s all it took to find out where Mary was. But those five minutes stretched out like an eternity. Every second that passed was another second separating you and your daughter. Every movement of the clock could be the timer ticking down to her death. The only thing stopping you from losing it completely was having Sam and Cas standing on either side of you, reassuring you, telling you that everything would turn out okay.
And then finally, finally, Dean turned around, his face set in determination. The four of you raced out to the Impala and Dean peeled off down the street, headed in the direction of the little girl who had captured all of your hearts.
After what seemed like an age, Dean slammed the brakes in front of a rundown warehouse. You threw open your door and sprinted towards it, towards your baby girl.
You could hear shouts from behind you, warnings, but you ignored them all. Screw having a plan - nothing would stop you from rescuing Mary.
The next few minutes were a blur. You took down demon after demon, seemingly unstoppable. You had heard stories of mothers lifting cars to save their children in a crazy adrenaline rush. This was your version of that.
Finally, the last demon fell. You turned around to find your beautiful girl, your Mary, cowering in a corner. You raced over to her and scooped her into your arms.
“My gorgeous girl,” you whispered as you held her tight and felt her tears dampen your shoulder. “You’re safe now, sweetheart. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again,” you promised, pressing your lips to the top of her head.
Vaguely, you became aware that Sam, Dean and Cas had joined you and were also comforting Mary. But none of that mattered to you, because your beautiful little girl was safe in your arms once more.
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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! I was going to write this yesterday but I had a bad day and wasn’t in the mood.
I had to go to the eye specialist yesterday (which is something that upsets me) and they have this numbing eye drop that they put in. I swear, it feels like your eyeball has been wrapped in glad wrap and then constricted by rubber bands. It’s the most unpleasant thing I’ve ever experienced.
Anyway, feedback is welcome. Also, REQUESTS! I’d love some more!
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Hi! Thank you so much for saying that! It means a lot to me. Here is the imagine you requested. I hope you enjoy it!
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“Hey, guys!” you called out, letting yourself into the motel room. “I spoke to the wife of that guy who was murdered.”
“Anything interesting?” Sam asked.
“Nothing that seemed to be of note. Who’s this?” you asked, finally noticing a man wearing a tan trench coat sitting on the small lounge. You were positive that you hadn’t seen him before in your two months of hunting with the Winchesters.
“Y/N, this is Cas. Cas, this is Y/N,” Dean introduced you.
“Hi,” you greeted him, sticking out your hand. Cas hesitated for a minute before shaking it.
“I’m Castiel.”
“Interesting name,” you said with a grin. “So how come I haven’t seen you around before?”
“I had business to take care of in Heaven,” Cas replied.
You froze. “What?”
“Cas is an angel,” Sam explained.
“Get away from me!” you cried, backing up in the corner of the room.
“I don’t understand. Have I in some way offended you?” Castiel asked, stepping towards you.
“Get away!” you repeated, your whole body now trembling.
Sam and Dean looked at each other in confusion.
“Ah, Cas, why don’t you give us a minute,” Dean suggested.
“As you wish,” Castiel replied, vanishing into thin air.
“Oh, God,” you said, sinking to the floor. You buried your face in your hands and tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat.
“Y/N?” You looked up to see Sam and Dean crouching beside you. “Do you want to tell us what’s wrong?” Sam continued.
“He’s an angel,” you choked out.
“We’ve noticed. What’s the big deal?” Dean asked in confusion.
“Do you know what they’ve done? There was a demon attack one day and my entire family, who was devoutly religious, was all killed! And just when the demon got to me, this angel appeared and killed it. Then it looked at me and spouted some crap about ‘collateral damage’ or something. And then it just disappeared! Just like that!” you burst out. “It didn’t matter that they were good people. To that angel, their deaths were 'for the greater good!’”
“Y/N, we’re so, so sorry. We had no idea about any of that. But trust me, Cas isn’t like that,” Sam told you.
“Damn right, he’s not,” Dean cut in. “Listen, Y/N, we’ve met other angels. And plenty of them were dicks. But Cas is different. You trust us, right?”
“Of course,” you whispered.
“Well, do you think we’d ever work with Cas if he was like that?” You shook your head.
“Do you think… I mean, would it be possible for you to call him back? So that I can meet him properly?” you asked hesitantly.
“Are you sure?” Sam questioned.
“I think so. Just…stick by me please.”
“Of course,” Sam smiled.
“Hey, Cas!” Dean called. The angel appeared in the centre of the room.
“You called?” he asked.
“Y/N wanted to meet you properly,” Dean explained. Castiel turned to you.
“Hello,” he said, making sure to keep his distance.
“Hi,” you replied shyly.
Castiel took a step closer. “I’m sorry if I have frightened you,” he said.
You were touched at how considerate he was being. The angel you’d met in the past never would’ve treated you with such kindness. It was this, more than anything else that the Winchesters could’ve told you, that convinced you to give Cas a chance.
“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. I’ve just had bad experiences with angels in the past,” you told him.
“I am sorry for that,” he said. “I shall endeavour to make sure your future experiences with angels are much better,” he finished with a smile, which you readily returned.
The exception, not the rule, you think.
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Thank you for reading! I just realised that this was my first imagine involving Cas, which I find pretty cool. Feedback is welcome and I’d love to get some more requests!
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