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.
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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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“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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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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So that wasn’t by best work but thanks for reading! If you have any requests or feedback, my inbox is open!
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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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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?
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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!
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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.”
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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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TRIGGER WARNING: TORTURE.
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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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“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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“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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You screamed as the black smoke erupted from your mouth. You collapsed to the floor and heard footsteps running towards you.
“Are you alright?” a deep voice asked. You looked up to find your two saviours standing over you, helping you up.
“I-I think so,” you replied shakily.
The second man, who was the taller of the two, spoke up. “It’s fine to not be okay, you know. After what you went through… Demonic possession is a pretty big deal.”
“So that’s what happened to me?” you asked. They both nodded. “God, I thought I must’ve been dreaming or going crazy or something. Although that probably would’ve been more ideal,” you added on.
“I know,” the shorter one said as he wrapped his arm around your waist to steady you. “But my brother and I are going to get you sorted out. First things first, what’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you answered.
“Alright, Y/N, well I’m Dean and this is Sam. We’re gonna help you out,” he told you. “Do you want to go home or do you think you need to go to the hospital?”
“No, no, I’m fine. I just want to get back home, if that’s not too much to ask,” you told them, taking a few steps towards the door.
“I’m sure we can manage that,” Sam said with a reassuring smile.
The three of you made your way outside, Dean supporting you the whole time, and you got your first look at their car.
“You own a 1967 Chevy Impala?” you asked in surprise.
“You know cars?” Dean replied, looking pleased.
“Not really. It’s just this car… Never mind,” you trail off sheepishly, slipping into the backseat.
“What is it?” Sam prompted.
“Really, it’s nothing. Just something stupid.”
“Alright then,” Dean said, taking off down the road. “So where do you live, Y/N?”
“Not far from here, actually. Just turn right down the end there and I’m number 11.”
Dean followed your instructions and you soon found yourself parked out the front of your house.
“Thanks for everything, guys,” you told them.
“It was our pleasure, Y/N,” Sam replied. “It was nice meeting you.”
“You too. Although I can’t say the circumstances were ideal,” you said with a shy smile, which Sam readily returned.
“I’ll walk you to your door,” Dean said, coming over to help you out of the car.
“Thanks,” you replied, glancing up at him with a grin.
“So are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Dean asked as the two of you walked up the path to your front door.
“I think so,” you answered. “I mean, it’s not as though the demon went on some kind of killing spree or anything. And I was only possessed for a short amount of time.” You broke off with a laugh.
“What is it?” Dean asked, a smile playing on his lips.
“I just never thought I’d say that,” you told him, opening up your front door. “Did you want to come in?”
“No thanks. Sam and I should probably get going. Woah,” he added, noticing the bookcase behind you. “You’ve got a lot of books there.”
You glanced around. “Yeah,” you smiled. “The Supernatural series. Those are some of my favourites. Never thought I’d end up living them,” you laughed. “Have you heard of them?”
“The name rings a bell,” Dean replied with an amused smile.
“It’s weird,” you began, examining his face. “You kind of remind me of one of the characters. His name’s Dean too.”
“Is that so?” Dean asked with a grin. “Small world, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess it is.”
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Opening the passenger door of the Impala, you handed Dean the bag of take out you’d just bought.
“Did you get pie?” he asked, rifling through the food in the bag.
“Ah, crap,” you said. “I forgot. I’m sorry.”
Dean’s head shot up. “How can you forget about pie, Y/N?” he demanded.
“I’m tired, Dean. Today’s been exhausting. It just slipped my mind. But look! There’s plenty of other stuff there. Just have some of that!”
“But pie is pie. I can’t eat any of these cheap substitutes!”
“Look, Dean, I’m not going back in there to buy you a pie, if that’s what you’re getting at. Let’s just get back to the motel, alright? Sam’s waiting for us,” you said.
“Fine,” Dean muttered, taking a bite out of a burger you had bought and starting up the Impala.
“You know what?” you began as the Impala pulled down the street.
“What?” Dean asked.
“You eat way too much pie,” you stated. “It’s not normal.”
“Baby, can you believe what Y/N just said? She’s crazy!” he said to the Impala.
“You know what else isn’t normal? Talking to your car like it’s an actual person,” you told Dean.
“Don’t listen to her, Baby. She’s just jealous,” Dean said, running a hand over the dashboard.
“In fact,” you continued, ignoring what Dean had just said, “I’m hosting an intervention. A pie intervention.”
“That’s not even a thing!” Dean complained.
“It is now,” you retorted.
“You can’t take my pie away from me!” he exclaimed.
“It’s for your own good, Dean,” you mocked.
“Alright then,” Dean replied, pulling into the motel parking lot and cutting the engine.
“You’re agreeing with me?” you asked in astonishment.
“As much as I hate to say it, yes. But on one condition.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “If I don’t get pie, I want something else to keep my mind off it,” he continued.
“And what would that be?” you asked.
Dean put his hand on the back of your head, pulling you towards him until your lips met. After several moments, he pulled back and looked you straight in the eye.
“You,” he stated simply.
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You, Sam and Dean had just arrived at your latest job and were unloading gear from the Impala.
“Ah, crap,” you heard Dean, your boyfriend, mutter.
“What’s up?” you asked him.
“Over there,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the drive leading up to the house. Looking over, you saw a van pulling up.
“Ghostfacers?” you asked in confusion, reading the lettering on the side of the van.
“It’s this bunch of amateur ‘ghost hunters’,” Sam explained. “They film all their so called hunts and are trying to get a TV series out of it.”
“How do you know them?” you asked.
“We first ran into the two main guys, Harry and Ed, whilst investigating a haunted house. Although at the time all they did was run a paranormal website. Then we ran into them a while later at another haunted house. That time, they had the whole crew with them.”
“Are they any good?” you asked.
Sam burst out laughing.
“What?” you questioned him.
“I once told them to form a circle with salt from my duffel bag and get in it and they thought I was telling them to get into the bag,” Dean told you.
You couldn’t help yourself. You burst out laughing as well.
At this point, the Ghostfacers had started piling out of the van.
“It’s the Winchester douchebags,” you overheard one of them complaining as they noticed the Impala.
“You know what? I think I’m gonna go check out the house before those idiots mess things up,” Dean told you and Sam. “Try to keep them out of the way.”
He leaned over to press a kiss to your temple before walking off to investigate.
“Greetings, Winchester.” You looked up to see that the Ghostfacers had made their way over to you.
“Hi,” Sam replied with a strained smile.
“Who is this?” one of the Ghostfacers asked, his eyes trained on you.
“This is Y/N,” Sam introduced you. You nodded at them in acknowledgement.
“Y/N, this is Ed,” Sam gestured towards the one who had been checking you out. “Harry,” he told you, pointing towards the man beside Ed. “And those two are Maggie and Kenny,” he finished off.
“Hey,” you said to them, getting a few murmured greetings in response.
Ed turned to the rest of his group. “Why don’t you guys get the rest of the equipment from the van while I talk to these two?”
They headed off, leaving you and Sam alone with Ed.
“Did it hurt?” Ed asked, looking straight at you.
“This?” you queried, pointing at a scrape on your arm, figuring that it must be what he was referring to.
“No, I’m talking about when you fell from Heaven. Did it hurt?” he repeated.
By now you were thoroughly confused. Did he know something about the angels? Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Sam looked as if he were about to explode from trying to keep in his laughter.
“It’s just that you look like an angel,” Ed continued. Realisation dawned on you. The Ghostfacer was hitting on you.
“Um,” you replied, biting your lip to keep from laughing.
“You know,” Ed rushed on. “We’re like, this close to making it big in Hollywood.”
“Is that so?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
He nodded emphatically. “Oh definitely. And between you and me,” he added, leaning in towards you, “I reckon there’s gonna be a bunch of girls fighting over me. But I could always reserve a place for you, if you wanted.”
“I think that’s enough,” Dean said, coming over to wrap a protective arm around you. You hadn’t noticed him leave the house but you were grateful that he had showed up. Ed was starting to make you a bit uncomfortable and even though you could take care of yourself, it was nice to know that your boyfriend had your back.
“Y/N, could I speak with you for a minute?” Dean asked.
“Sure,” you replied, allowing him to pull you off to the side. “What’s up?”
“I don’t like the way he was looking at you,” Dean said.
“You jealous or something?” you asked with a laugh. However, it died off pretty quickly when you noticed that he was avoiding eye contact.
“You are jealous!” you said in amazement.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked. You frowned at him in confusion.
“Care to explain?”
“It’s just, guys like that have normal lives. You could settle down with them, get a 9 'til 5 kind of job. Ed probably isn’t the best example of normal, but still. I mean, what have I got to offer you? A bunch of crappy motels?”
“Dean, listen to me,” you said, grabbing his face and turning him to look at you. “You have nothing to worry about with him. He tried to pick me up by asking if I got hurt in the fall because I looked like an angel.” This earned a small smile from Dean.
“Besides,” you continued, “I don’t want a normal life. I don’t want a 9 'til 5 job. I picked you, Dean, and that includes everything about you. I don’t care that instead of a picket fence we’ve got a neon motel sign. I love you, and that’s all that matters to me.”
Dean looked down at you. “Really?” he asked.
“Really,” you confirmed.
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You looked at yourself in the mirror, ran your fingers along your bare ribcage. It wasn’t enough. It was never, ever enough. No matter how many times you purged or starved yourself, it was never enough.
You knew what people thought when they looked at you. You could see the judgement in their eyes. Fat. You were fat and nothing was going to change it.
You hated your body, hated the way it looked. Mirrors were your greatest enemy. But tonight, as you were getting changed, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of your reflection.
Your stomach bulged, your arms were flabby and your thighs were like tree stumps. Fat. That’s all you were.
Suddenly, the door banged open, causing you to jump and spin around, only to find Sam standing in the doorway.
“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you were in- What the hell?” he exclaimed, his eyes focusing on your exposed torso.
“Get out, Sam!” you yelled at him, grabbing a blanket from the bed to cover yourself.
“No! I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell is going on, Y/N!”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied.
“What I mean,” Sam responded, taking a step towards you, “Is that you look like something we might dig up to salt and burn.”
“Sam-” you began, only to be cut off.
“Damn it, Y/N! What’s wrong with you? Dean and I bust our arses trying to protect you! We risk our lives for you. And clearly, that is a total waste of time, considering that your problem is not monsters, but yourself!” he yelled at you.
You didn’t know how to respond. You stood in the centre of the room, taking in shallow breaths and fighting the tears you knew were going to spill at any moment.
Noticing this, Sam crossed the room to stand beside you.
“Oh God, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he said, trying to wrap his arms around you.
“Don’t touch me!” you choked out, shoving his arms aside.
“Y/N, I didn’t mean that. I just can’t stand seeing you like this. You’re so beautiful and I just can’t stand the thought of you destroying yourself because you can’t see that.”
You looked up at him and saw guilt and pain on his face.
“You’re lying,” you whispered. “I’m not beautiful. I’m ugly and I’m fat. I’m like a freaking elephant!”
“No, you’re not,” Sam said softly. He reached out and steered you gently in front of the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he told you. “Take a good look at yourself and tell me that there is not one thing beautiful about you.”
“There’s not one thing beautiful about me,” you stated, glancing at your reflection.
“Look harder.”
You did. You kept looking, even if just to appease Sam.
“Fine,” you finally said. “My eyes. I like my eyes, okay? Now are we done here?”
“Not yet,” Sam told you, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you. “There’s something that I think you need to hear first.”
“What?” you sighed.
“You’re right about one thing. Your eyes are beautiful. They’re one of my favourite things about you. And I’d hate to see those eyes stop shining because you think that nothing else about you is beautiful,” he answered, reaching up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.
“I’m still fat, though,” you replied.
“You’re not, Y/N. In fact, you’re the opposite. This isn’t healthy. Starving yourself or purging or whatever it is that you do is not the answer. You need to stop this,” Sam said.
“I’m scared, Sam,” you whispered.
“I know you are,” he replied. “But I’m gonna help you through this. You won’t have to do this alone,” he continued, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I promise.”
*Six Months Later*
“Here you go,” Sam said, handing you a burger he’d picked up on the way back to the motel.
“Thanks,” you responded, grinning up at him.
The past few months had been rough for you, but once you’d seen that your eating habits were unhealthy, you’d started making changes. It wasn’t easy, and even now, there were still days where you would only pick at your food. But each time this happened, Sam walked you over to the nearest mirror and had you say three things you liked about your body.
Gradually, it worked. You were back to a much healthier weight and even though you hadn’t fully recovered yet, Sam was always there to help you through. You weren’t in this alone, just as he had promised.
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You were sitting at the bar, exhausted. You had just driven over 6 hours to deal with a seriously evil spirit, only to find that the case had already been dealt with by the time you got there.
You took another swig of your drink and heard the door to the bar opening. You turned around and saw two men walking in. They were both pretty good looking but you found your eyes drawn to the shorter of the two, who looked slightly older.
Turning back to the counter, you overheard part of their conversation.
“I thought for a minute there we wouldn’t be able to finish that one off,” one of the men said.
“Are you kidding me, Sammy?” the other replied. “That spirit was nothing compared to some of the sons of bitches we’ve taken down in the past. We totally had it covered.”
At that point, the conversation cut off and a minute later, you found out why. The shorter of the two, the one you’d just been checking out, had sat down beside you.
“Hey. I’m Dean,” he said with a cocky grin.
“Y/N,” you replied. “So you’re the one who stole my case.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean answered.
“Don’t play dumb. I heard you and your friend over there talking about it,” you told him with a nod in the direction of the taller man.
Dean followed your gaze. “That’s my brother, Sam. So I take it you’re a hunter then, huh?”
“I am,” you answered. “I’m also kinda pissed because somebody took my case.”
“What makes it your case?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Let’s see,” you replied. “I’ve been doing a lot of research into the history of this town, looking at past hauntings and stuff. Then I find a recent article about some suspicious deaths, so I drive 6 hours to get here, on very little sleep I might add. But when I arrive, I find that there’s nothing left for me to deal with. So you can see why I might’ve been a bit possessive over this case,” you finished.
“Well, Y/N, my brother and I are very sorry about that,” Dean told you.
“Really?” you questioned, doubt evident in your voice.
“We’re deeply regretful,” he answered with mock sincerity. “But maybe I could make it up to you,” he continued, leaning in towards you with a flirty grin.
“And how do you suppose you’ll do that?” you asked him, meeting his flirtation with some flirting of your own.
“I can think of a few things,” he told you with a heart-stopping smirk. “How ‘bout I start by buying you a drink?”
“That could work,” you replied, settling in for what you could tell would be a good evening.
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You sat bolt upright in bed, your heart pounding in your chest and blood rushing in your ears. You glanced around at the motel room that you were sharing with Sam and Dean and noticed that both were still asleep. Very quietly, you slipped on your shoes, grabbed a coat and went outside to get some fresh air.
You’d been hunting with the boys for around six months now and you knew that nightmares were part of the deal. Most of the time you could shrug them off but this one just kept coming back.
You remembered the attack all too well. The demon sliding the knife across your skin, throwing you around the room. And then she’d decided to have a bit of fun and drip some of her blood in your mouth. You’d coughed and gagged to try to bring it back up. At that point, she’d decided that you weren’t worth it anymore and she had positioned the knife above your heart. If Sam and Dean had arrived a minute later, you’d have been six feet under by now.
Each time you had that nightmare, there was one part that stuck out more vividly than the rest. It was her blood, slowly trickling down your throat. You’d ignored it for the first few nights but soon you couldn’t get it out of your head.
You thought you were fine until you’d been on a solo hunt, your first since the incident with the demon blood. You’d just finished off the demon and were wiping your hand across your mouth to clear away some dirt when you tasted it. Blood from that evil son of a bitch.
And it tasted…good.
You kept trying to forget about it but each time you were alone with a demon, you had a little bit more. It was shameful how dependent you’d become on this. It was wrong! But you couldn’t help yourself, no matter how hard you tried.
While you’d been outside thinking, a gnawing feeling in your stomach had been growing stronger and stronger. You were hungry, but not for food. You went back inside the room, knowing that you couldn’t let yourself give in to this addiction.
You rifled through all the cupboards and the fridge, looking for anything remotely edible to distract yourself from the persistent hunger.
Once you had sat down and begun to eat, you heard movement from one of the beds and looked up to see that you’d woken Dean.
“Having are little midnight snack, are we?” he asked. He sat up slowly and as he took in the food piled on the table around you, he let out a low whistle.
“Damn, Y/N, what’s all this? You got cravings or something?” he joked.
“Something like that,” you muttered before you could stop yourself.
Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “What?” he asked. “You aren’t…you’re not pregnant are you?” he asked warily.
“Not that kind of craving,” you replied with a sad smile.
“Well then, what is it, Y/N?”
You bit your lip. You knew you couldn’t hide this forever and besides, Dean was your friend. You could trust him, right?
“You remember a couple of months back when you guys saved me from that demon?” you asked.
“Yeah. You were pretty beat up. But what’s that got to do with anything?” he asked in confusion.
“Well…before you got there, she was torturing me, and apparently she decided that the conventional methods weren’t interesting enough, because she gave me some of her blood,” you told him, avoiding eye contact.
“What are saying?” Dean asked as he got up and started moving towards you.
“What I’m saying is that after that, I -I…I tried to stop, Dean! I really did! But I just can’t help it!” you exclaimed.
“Help what?” Dean asked in exasperation.
“I’m addicted, Dean,” you whispered. “I’m addicted to demon blood.”
Dean was yelling now. “You’re what? How could you let something like that happen?”
“What’s going on?” came a groggy voice from across the room. Sam. It’s a wonder he hadn’t woken up earlier.
“Y/N here has gone and decided to get herself addicted to demon blood,” he told Sam, never turning his glare away from your face.
“What?” Sam asked in disbelief. This was not going the way you’d planned.
“I tried so hard to stop,” you told them, your voice shaking with the effort of holding back tears. “It’s so hard though! I’ve had so many nightmares about the attack and I just can’t get it out of my head! And then the second time I tried some blood, it was an accident! I just can’t stop but I want to so much. I hate it! I just want it over!” At this point, you didn’t even bother trying to stop the tears that were making tracks down your face.
“Yeah, well maybe you should’ve thought about all that before you decided to munch on some hell spawn!” Dean yelled at you.
“Dean, stop!” Sam exclaimed in shock.
“No, Sam, I’m not gonna stop. What she’s doing is wrong! It’s unnatural. We need to do something about it!”
“I agree with you, Dean,” Sam responded. You froze. Up until that point, you’d been sure that Sam would be on your side. “We do need to do something about it. We need to help her. We’ve all screwed up, Dean. We’ve all made mistakes. You and I both know that sometimes, shit happens. But you yelling at Y/N isn’t going to help!” he continued.
Now Sam turned around and walked over so that he was sitting in the chair beside you.
“Look, Y/N, this sucks. I know. But you’re not going to have to go through this alone. I’m going to help you and I’m sure Dean will as well once he stops acting like such a dick.”
He tilted your head up so that you were forced to look at him. Through your tears, you gave him a tentative smile, which he returned with a much more reassuring one of his own.
“We’re going to get through this, Y/N. Together.”
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