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Purgatorio

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Author’s Note: This is part Thirty-three of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n navigates the rough terrain of Purgatory.

Pairing: none

Word count: 4380

Story Warnings: angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, reader illness, a bit of a suicidal ideation

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You felt like you’d been running for days, but you were sure it couldn’t have been more than a few hours. You killed half a dozen monsters in the time since you arrived in Purgatory, but they seemed like a never-ending tide. Running was exhausting, but it was better than fighting forever. You were on a mission, and that didn’t involve spending the rest of your life fighting monsters that had already been killed.

You could feel Dean, but it wasn’t strong enough to pinpoint his location. You just kept moving.

There was no sun, just a haze of foggy grey filtering through the trees. You didn’t seem to need food or water, but you stopped at a river out of habit and a lifetime of Bobby’s survival training. It was a poor choice, of course, as a werewolf jumped you from behind while you were analyzing the safety of the river for drinking. Claws dug into your right side as you tried to maneuver away from the attack and work through the pain. You grabbed blindly at the machete attached to your left hip and lashed out at the monster, but before the blade could make contact, a familiar sound met your ears.

You twisted to see the werewolf hit the riverbank mud, its eyes blown out with divine power. Standing behind it was the blue-eyed angel.

"Castiel? What are you doing here?" you gasped, adjusting your grip on the machete as you pressed a hand into the claw wounds on your side.

"I could ask the same of you." He stepped closer, and you moved away, fearing a trick.

"I'm here to save Dean. What else?" You shook your head. "John didn't even mention you. What the hell?"

"I can only assume John Winchester is hoping I have perished in the inhospitable landscape of Purgatory." The sullen way he spoke threw you off more than his words. “Let me heal you.”

You licked your lips and moved your hand, shifting to allow him access. “Why would John want you dead?”

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Remembering

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Author’s Note: This is part Thirty-two of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: John helps Y/n call upon the only beings powerful enough to help her.

Pairing: none

Word count: 4116

Story Warnings: angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, reader illness, reader amnesia, memories of non-con, memories of abuse

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“What are we doing?” you asked, shaking your head as you watched John Winchester dig a hole in your back garden with his hands.

“You need to take the drachma out of the necklace,” he instructed, absentmindedly gesturing toward you with his dirt-covered left hand.

“But why?” It seemed like complete nonsense to you. Why was he digging a hole and why did he need your special drachma? You pulled the necklace off and unclipped the glass case holding the coin anyway, dropping the silver into your palm and looking over at him.

“The drachma was a gift to you from Hades and Persephone. I figure a pagan god might be able to either get your memories back or find a way to get Dean back.”

You looked at him for a minute, blinking slowly as the words sank in. “Hades and Persephone?”

He nodded, still not looking at you as he piled soil to the side of the hole. “Yeah, yeah, it’s a long story, but they saved you from Hell when you sold your soul for Dean. They’re the reason you got your first second chance.” He stood, wiping his hands on his jeans as he turned to you. “You just need to bury it. Hades should show up.”

“Are-are you sure?” You rubbed the coin between your fingers, fear falling over you. “I have had this almost all of my life. I don’t want to mess it up or-”

“Dirt won’t hurt it…and calling on them didn’t do any damage last time you did it,” John assured you, covering your hand with his own and looking down into your eyes. “I promise that it’s going to be okay.”

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New Romantics 13- Dreams, Torture, and Choices

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Author’s Note: This is a multi-chapter sequel to Wildest Dreams.

Summary: Queen Y/n needs Dean to support her and King Sam with their venture to rule Hell...any means necessary.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

Word count: 3604

Story Warnings: Angst, manipulation, blood drinking, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, Oral (male rec), Unprotected sex, BoyKing!Sam, Queen of Hell Reader, Canon Divergent, Torture

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I run my fingers through my king’s hair and smile at him. “Doesn’t it feel good?” I say, leaning forward to lick his bottom lip.

“Which part?” Sam responds. “My cock inside of you, the blood in my system, or the throne we’re sitting on?”

“All of it,” I say, rolling my hips, feeling the drag of his cock against my walls. “All of it, my king.”

“It feels perfect. You feel perfect. My queen,” Sam says, grabbing at my hips and forcing his cock deeper into me.

I know the demons can hear us, there are guards right outside the door and I’m not even trying to keep the sound down. Part of me wants them to hear how their king pleasures their queen. Part of me wants them to feel just as jealous as Crowley does. “Sam,” I whimper, throwing my head back and arching my back.

“Fuck, you’re so amazing, Y/n. Such a gorgeous girl.”

“Harder, Sam! Please!” I shriek and my king obliges, thrusting hard into me and making me cry out.

“Gonna cum, baby. You gonna cum for your king?”

I don’t respond, just keep riding him as I reach between our bodies and rub at my clit. As I let out a strangled moan, clenching around him as my toes curl, he grunts in my ear, his breath catching and stuttering as he fills me with cum. I drop my head to his shoulder as we breathe heavily in the afterglow. “The demons are impressed,” I whisper, amused. “They didn’t think you could make me scream like that.”

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Sacrifice

Author’s Note: This is part nine of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: The Yellow-Eyed Demon is in John and Sam doesn't kill it, which leads to a car accident and Y/n's sacrifice.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!John x Omega!Reader

Word count: 4242

Story Warnings: so much angst...A/B/O dynamics, major canon divergence, Hell and other Underworlds

The cabin was secluded and you hoped it was far enough in the boonies to keep you safe while Sam and John recuperated from the mess of rescuing John from the demons. You and Sam grabbed salt and started lining the windows and doors. Dean entered the room from the bedroom and sighed, wiping his hands with a rag. “How is he?” Sam asked.

“He just needed a little rest, that’s all. How are you?”

“I’ll survive,” Sam said, turning to his brother. “Hey, you don’t think we were followed here, do you?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so,” Dean answered. “I mean, we couldn’t have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up.”

Sam scoffed and nodded. “Yeah. Hey, uh...Dean, you, um...you saved my life back there.”

“So I guess you’re glad I brought the gun, huh?” Dean said, smirking a little.

“Man, I’m trying to thank you here,” Sam said.

“You’re welcome,” Dean said as you came to sit next to him on the edge of the table. “Hey, Sam?” He didn’t look at either of you as he spoke.

“Yeah?”

“You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there,” he started.

“You didn’t have a choice, Dean,” you said quietly.

“Yeah, I know, that’s not what bothers me,” he replied.

“Then what does?” Sam asked.

“Killing that guy, killing Meg...I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t even flinch,” he said, quietly. He seemed so pensive. “For you or Dad, the things I’m willing to do or kill, it’s just, uh...it scares me sometimes.”

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Right-1: Addicted

A Sequel to Wrong

Summary: When Amara brings John Winchester back from the dead, Millie pulls away from her brothers, afraid that their father will be disgusted by her if he discovers the relationship she has with them. Sam’s not okay with the loss.

Word Count: 2972

Pairing(s): Sam x Millie

Chapter Warnings: shame, sister!wincest, half-sibling incest, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, Sam getting off on the taboo. 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!

Sam looked across the library table at his baby sister. She was biting her thumbnail, trying to read the book in front of her, but her eyes were unfocused. Sam knew her expressions almost better than Dean's by this point, so he knew she was deeply worried. Not that she was very good at hiding what she was thinking. It was one of the things Sam loved about Millie; that she was a completely open book.

Millie wore her emotions on her face like rouge. She couldn't hide pain any better than she could pleasure, and worry? Worry made her normally bright green eyes dull as she retreated into her brain to run through every option and outcome of a situation.

Sam knew what was worrying her. He'd seen the transition in her feelings, first-hand. Pain from Lady Bevell's torture had turned to relief at being rescued, then confusion at being rescued by Dean and their long-dead father. It became fear and worry on the way back to the bunker, as John glared at Millie across the back bench of the Impala.

It was no secret that John hadn't wanted Millie anywhere near hunting. The Winchester children had theorized that was why John had never told his sons about her, or her about them. They were never going to not be hunters and Millie was just supposed to keep herself safe. That's all John wanted from her. He must be furious that she ended up with Sam and Dean.

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Hearts Entwined-5: Home

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Author’s Note: This is the only unfinished series I will be releasing today but you’ll be getting all six chapters of what I have over the course of today.

Summary: y/n is a Wiccan from the French Mistake universe who finds herself in the Supernatural universe after finishing a spell. She’s not a fan, but she quickly sees the new place for what it is; a world with real magic. But real magic comes with real consequences.

Pairing(s): Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, OMC x Reader

Word Count: 6411

Story Warnings: Smut, 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!, oral sex (fem and male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, bloodplay, dub-con, sex curse, free-will fuckery. Angst.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, implied smut with an OMC, Meta goodness

Castiel didn't talk much, and you were okay with that. His silence gave you the time required to fully explore the space your head was in. It changed from day to day. Some days you understood, completely, why the Winchesters sent you away. Some days you wanted to fight them over it, because anger was better than the sadness and loss that filled your heart on the other days... most other days.

You weren't helping much finding Kelly Kline and Castiel wasn't doing too well at it, either, but neither of you were talking about that, or anything really. The angel seemed nice, though, and he respected the boundaries that you weren't aware you'd set. He never mentioned the brothers and made it a rule that he didn't answer their calls around you. He stopped for gas on a half a tank more than once just to have an excuse to get out of the car and pull his phone while he pumped.

On your sad days, he played your favorite album over the car's stereo and made sure to get a motel early so that you could shower and rest. It was days like that when you didn't consider going home, but on your 'understanding' days it seemed like the only viable option.

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