Unintimidated

Summary: Bucky has always been intrigued by Y/N, one of the enhanced agents living at the compound, but he can never seem to actually talk to her. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader  Word Count: 4883 Warnings: Fluff, language, sparring, minor angst, smut, little bit of dom!reader A/N: This is for @captain-kelli's "Don't Call It A Comeback Tour" writing challenge. Welcome back Kelli! My selected dialogue prompt is in bold in the fic, and I just made it under the 5000 word count limit, haha! I haven't written smut in quite a while, so I am a tad rusty, but I really hope you all enjoy! This was beta’d by the lovely @idjitmonkey.

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Bucky could hear echoing dull thuds of flesh hitting flesh, the familiar sound drawing him in like a siren’s call as he passed the doorway to the large training gym in the Avengers compound. Was it odd he could tell from the softness of the sound that whatever pair currently sparring were pulling their punches? Sure. Was it something he’d mentioned to anyone else before? Absolutely not.

Precision was ingrained in him during his captivity, and he got so good he could calculate exactly how much force from either arm would cause serious injury, break a bone, or even kill depending on the parameters of his mission. It wasn’t something he liked to reflect on, and with one last shiver as a long forgotten memory faded away, Bucky continued forward through the open doors into the training room.

Since it was a little past eleven at night, most of the lights in the room were off, save for two emergency lights on either end of the room and the large bulb dangling over the classic boxing ring in the middle of the room. Steve had literally gotten on his knees to beg Tony for a boxing ring when they’d moved into the compound, and the genius had actually sputtered and turned a shade of red so deep he looked like he had a bad sunburn before he caved and agreed to build one. It was reinforced and supersoldier-proof thanks to some kind of special metal weaving Tony made sure he bragged about, but it looked like the same ring Bucky would be in every Friday night after his shift at the docks back in the forties.

This time, however, the two people dancing around the ring were none other than Y/N and Natasha. While he vaguely remembered Natasha from his time assigned to the KGB training the Widows in the Red Room, Y/N was an interesting woman he’d met only six months ago when he fully moved into the compound. He knew she was an inhuman, but her abilities still were a mystery. When he tried to access her file a month ago when his curiosity got the best of him, it was so heavily classified that not even he or Steve could access it.

Exfiltration

Summary: When you’re having a horrible day, you reach out to your boyfriend, who has an unexpected reaction. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  Word Count: 3996 Warnings: Minor angst, language, asshole coworkers, fluff, smut, cum...?, dirty talk, awkwardness, more fluff A/N: I was aggressively listening to “I Need a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler the entire time I wrote this, and the story idea came from a daydream I had during a bad day at work. It was beta’d by the amazingly awesome @saxxxology​ and I hope you enjoy. I’m still new in the MCU, and any feedback would be appreciated! Enjoy!

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You should have known.

With the amount of silly sitcoms you watched and the amount of grocery store romance novels you read… you should have known the day would only end up getting progressively worse. You should have gone back to bed and given a proud middle finger to this day the second you woke up, stubbed your toe on your dresser, and ended up falling flat on your face as your entire body crumpled in pain. Alas, you decided to just deal with it and get in the shower, sparing one last longing look to the comfortable bed behind you.

Of course, the next thing that went wrong was your shower. The hot water stopped working the second you smoothed conditioner through your hair, making you squeal in panic at the tiny daggers of ice cold water suddenly pelting your skin. By the time you finished your shower, you were violently shivering and your lips were tinted a pale blue color. At least your coffee maker worked so you warmed up a little bit once you got dressed.

Finally, the cherry on the shit sundae that had been your day, Gary, your legal department boss at work, decided to dump the year end reports on your desk to process and file since his assistant had called in sick. Year end reports for every department in the company. You were not a clerk, you were one of the staffed junior law partners with a massive Fortune 500 company, but it didn’t seem to matter. The pile of papers and folders easily stretched three feet high, and you had your own deadlines to meet before the day was out.

Eve, your direct supervisor, didn’t understand why you couldn’t do the year end reports while also doing your normal workload, and proceeded to call you incompetent and lazy in front of the rest of your co-workers, the door to your office wide open for all to hear. You didn’t know what your breaking point was before that, but with tears burning your eyes and your pen cracking under the pressure of your closed fist… you finally knew what it was.

Dreaming of Winter

Summary: After a bad mission, you try to wake Bucky from a nightmare. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 4696 Warnings: Angst, language, MCU canon violence and events, more angst, fluff A/N: Here it is! My first Marvel story. This was the first idea I had when I started thinking about writing for the MCU, and I am excited to share it! There are Russian translations at the end, just in case you need them. Please let me know what you all think… feedback, as always, fuels a writer. :) The fic was beta’d by the ever so lovely @saxxxology, below gif made by me. Enjoy!

Bucky was no stranger to nightmares. Ever since he began to remember who he was and what HYDRA had done to him, his sleep was plagued with flashes of faces that were tainted with the acrid scent of blood and gunpowder. Stark had tried to help him, Banner too, but between the weird gadgets and super soldier strength sleeping pills, nothing seemed to calm his mind.

Until Y/N came along.

Quick witted and a complete badass, Y/N was a force of nature that left Bucky a stuttering mess every time he tried to interact with her. After the two got comfortable with each other, the flirting began, and it wasn’t long after that they ended up tangled up in the sheets on his bed. Y/N was similar to him in the super strength side of things thanks to an accident at the biology lab she had worked at before S.H.I.E.L.D. scooped her up, so their first night together definitely had several furniture casualties. 

When the nightmares didn’t come the first night of having her in his bed, he assumed it was just a fluke; his mind was relaxing after the physical exertion and pleasure chemicals that flooded his brain. It wasn’t until a week later when Y/N was off on a mission and he was alone in bed did they return. Wanda was the one to wake him since she had also stayed behind, and he was lucky she was quick with her powers. The second her hand touched his shoulder, he shot up out of bed and had her pinned to the wall in less than a second, chest heaving and muscles tense. She managed to subdue him with her powers, and once he realized he was at the compound and not some HYDRA base, he felt horrible.

Octo-Dean

Summary: After being cursed by a wayward Roman deity, Dean is presented with a unique opportunity thanks to your quick thinking. Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester Word Count: 1916 Warnings: Language, smut, tentacles, edging, bad jokes, overuse of the words tentacle and appendage A/N: Okay, so this is for the “tentacle porn” square for @spnkinkbingo. I... don’t really know what else to say. It’s going to be added to the Dirty Drables masterlist I know it’s not a drabble, I’m wordy. It was looked over by @impala-dreamer and @kittenofdoomage who gave the best reactions lol. I... yeah. Enjoy.

“We need to fix this, now,” Dean huffed from the motel room table, flailing his arms around in a plume of black feathers.

Dean’s once tan and muscular arms were now replaced by two long black-feathered wings. After facing some kind of Roman deity, Dean was hit by a curse which caused enough of a distraction for the God get away before he was killed by any of you. Dean’s arms were first transformed into a pair of large bear arms, complete with paws and claws, covered in thick brown fur. Dean had enjoyed that for the most part, going outside in the woods and swiping at various trees and shrubbery while growling.

About ten minutes later, he said his arms were tingling, and they immediately changed into the dainty limbs of a deer. After a scream from Dean, Sam pulled over to the side of the road while his brother demanded you call Castiel. You bit your cheek to stop from laughing, and dialed the angel, leaving him a message with basic details and asking him to call you back.

It’s Greek to Me

Summary: After killing the monster of the week, you discover an interesting cellar, and end up with more than you bargained for.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, other characters

Word Count: 3246

Warnings: Minor angst, SPN canon violence, language, fluff, some crack

A/N: I’ve been procrastinating taking a small break from writing Contrapasso and this idea came to me. It is going to be 2 parts (since I’m a wordy bitch and can’t stop myself). This first part was written for @saxxxology​‘s Whose Line is it Anyways challenge! The line I selected is in bold. This was beta’d by the exceptionally lovely @impala-dreamer. If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, send an ask! 

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“Dean, down!”

Heeding your words, Dean quickly crouched down, allowing you to get a clean shot at the giant hulking beast of a man you three were hunting this week. You reared your hand back and threw the stone dagger, embedding it to the hilt into the monster’s bare, yet furry, chest.

A shrill screech pierced the quiet air of the warehouse, and the beast growled as his body slowly began to turn to stone, immobilizing him. You didn’t miss the soft chuckle coming from the elder Winchester, nor the soft hums coming from him that you instantly recognized as the chorus of ‘Turn to Stone’ by ELO.

Once his body was completely stone, Dean stood and, with the help of his brother, pushed the statue over, sending it to the floor. It exploded into thousands of chunks and Dean shrugged, kicking one of the larger pieces with his foot, sending it sliding across the floor of the warehouse.

“Why can’t they all die like this? Less mess, no yuck.” Dean looked up at Sam. “So nice of you to join us, Sam. Where were you?”

“There’s a cellar hatch over on the far side,” he pointed toward the darkness on the other side of the room, “I was going to search it when I heard you two fighting the Chimera.”

“I still don’t understand how that thing was a Chimera,” you said, glancing down at the stone debris on the floor. “I thought they were all killed a long time ago.”

Contrapasso - Chapter 6

Summary: The reader and Dean have a misunderstanding, but when they return to the bunker after a supply run for her, Sam discovers something that plants a seed of doubt. Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester Word Count: 3358 (whoops) Warnings: ANGST, descriptions of torture, language, violence, sexuality, some borerline fluff A/N: I wrote this chapter in one go, and it just got away from me. I haven’t completed chapter 7 yet, but I will try to have it done before next Tuesday so you all don’t kill me for this cliffhanger. This was beta’d by the lovely @kittenofdoomage. Tag list is still open, so if you would like to be added, please send me an ask.

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“You want me to stay?” Dean asked, taking a hesitant step toward where she was standing at the foot of the bed.

Y/N looked up at him through her eyelashes and nodded, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. She took a few steps forward, reached out and took Dean’s hand, leading him over to the bed. It wasn’t the first time that she was using her body to express appreciation, and she knew exactly how to please a man.

Right when Dean was at the edge of the bed, she pressed herself against him and captured his lips in a kiss. Dean tensed up, his eyes wide in confusion, but she ignored the fact he wasn’t reciprocating. Her fingers slowly trailed up his muscular arms and threaded into the short hairs on the back of his neck.

“Y/N,” Dean mumbled against her lips. “Y/N… stop.” He grabbed onto her arms and gently pushed her away from him when she ignored his protests. “What are you doing?”

Tilting her head in confusion, she raised an eyebrow at his question. “I was thanking you. Did you not want me? I saw how you were looking at me.”

Dean breathed out a soft chuckle and ran a finger over his lips while he organized his thoughts. He was confused as to why she felt the need to have sex with him out of the blue; she had just lost her best friend. A girl they’ve known for less than a day who has demons after her could only mean one thing: trouble.

“Sweetheart, you’re very attractive, and I can appreciate that… but we just met and I’m not going to take advantage of the fact that you’re probably still in shock or traumatized.”

Two Birds with One Song

Summary: While on a stakeout with Dean, you decide to kill two birds with one stone, or song, in this case. Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned) Word Count: 2720 Warnings: Minor angst, sexuality, smut (mutual masturbation), dirty talk, language  A/N:  So, I wanted to take a break from the angst of Contrapasso, so I thought of this idea and how Dean would react. I’m going to be working with @saxxxology and we are going to make this into a Tri-Series of Winchester. I’m doing Dean, we’re both working on Sam, and she will do John. The songs that I used lyrics from in order are here and here. This was looked over by my lovelies @atc74 and @impala-dreamer. 

The only constant thing in hunting world was that no matter what crappy small town you were in, stake outs were always boring. Sitting outside someone’s house or a suspected home base for monsters was tedious, and the adrenaline of the hunt quickly fizzled out the longer you were there. But at least you had something to distract yourself.

Dean sighed and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of the Impala, his left leg bouncing up and down rapidly, shaking the bench seat. You raised a brow and looked at him, earning another sigh and a soft smile in return as he stopped moving his leg.

“You okay, Dean? You seem more… restless than usual.”

“I’m fine. Just bored, have you heard from Sam yet?” He nervously rubbed his palm along his thigh, staring at the front door of the abandoned brownstone you were watching.

You shook your head and checked your phone again, just to make sure. “No, he’s still at the clerk’s office reviewing the property records.”

Dean grumbled under his breath and slammed his fist into the steering wheel, making you jump at the sudden movement. He tilted his head back and let out a long breath, closing his eyes. There was something else bothering Dean, and you needed to get him to open up. Anger or frustration like this could prove deadly during a hunt, for you or him.

“Okay, Deano. What’s really going on?” you turned toward him in your seat, resting your left leg in front of you on the edge of the seat.

“Nothing,” he grunted.

Contrapasso - Chapter 5

Summary: The trio head back to the bunker. Once inside, things happen that cause the Winchesters to question the identity of Y/N, which leads to one of the worst flashbacks she’s ever had. Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Word Count: 2627 Warnings: ANGST, descriptions of torture, sexual objectification, language, violence, sexuality A/N: I would apologize ahead of time... but I kinda like watching you all squirm. I’ve become a monster haha. This was beta’d by the perfectly deviant and lovely @kittenofdoomage. I’m having trouble tagging people because of Tumblr’s new rules, so please make sure you have your blog open so I can tag you. Tag list is still open, so if you would like to be added, please send me an ask.

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It didn’t take long for Y/N to fall asleep. Once the adrenaline from the fight and escape faded, so did she. The back seat of the Impala wasn’t the most comfortable, but she was able to tuck her feet up underneath her and lean against the back door. She could hear the two boys that found her whispering about something, but she was too exhausted to care. She felt safe with them, and needed to give her mind some rest.

“Is she out?” Dean whispered, his emerald eyes focused on her outline in the back seat of the car.

Sam slowly turned in his seat and looked at Y/N’s face. Her eyes were closed and lips slightly parted, breathing steadily. “Looks like it.”

“What the hell, man? Five demons? Who is she and what do they want with her?”

“I dunno,” Sam shrugged. “Her name is Y/N Y/L/N, that much I got from the hospital and the cashier at the grocery store. We need to get her back to the bunker and dig up some of her history to see if she’s a prophet or something important like that.”

“Why do we always get the complicated cases like this?” Dean grumbled. “When’s the last time you heard Jody or Garth finding a damsel in distress with five demons on her tail? Hey, maybe they were coming to kill her for listening to that crappy Eagles song.”

Relieving Tension

Summary: When tension finally reaches a high point, Beka takes matters into her own hands... and mouth. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Beka, Dean Winchester Word Count: 498 Warnings: Language, minor injury, smut (oral sex, male receiving) A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer and her “Tell Me a Story Drabble Challenge”. My quote is bold in the fic and I am so happy I made the 500 word limit (I can’t drabble, I’m a wordy bitch). Beka has become a good friend over the last month and I believe writing porn for one another is normal in the fandom. :) This is unbeta’d, and the gif is made by me. Enjoy!

“Fuck you, Sam!”

“Beka, stop. It was either you or me and I made a decision,” Sam replied, lightly rubbing his hand over the three slash marks on his arm. It wasn’t the first time he had jumped in front of Beka and taken a blow meant for her.

The tension between the two of them had been slowly increasing over the last several months, and this was finally the breaking point. Sam wanted to shower and patch up his arm… but Beka had other ideas. She walked over and stood in front of him, a smirk on her lips.

Mine

Summary: On Halloween, you and the Winchesters head to a bar for a costume contest. Sam gets jealous and reminds you that you’re his in the best way possible. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester Word Count: 3349 Warnings: Smut, bondage, dom!Sam x sub!Reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, this is fiction), Possessive!Sam, a little bit of come fetish if you squint, fluff at the end A/N: This was for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s Katie’s Halloween Writing Challenge! This got me all hot and bothered and it was a joy to write! I’m still relatively new at smut so any feedback would be appreciated. Beta’d by the lovely @saxxxology, gif made by me. Enjoy!

“You are not going out like that, Y/N.” Sam’s voice came from the doorway of the bunker’s bathroom.

You were getting ready to head out to the bar for some Halloween festivities and decided to dress up for the occasion. They were having a costume contest, and you were determined to win in at least one category.

“Why not? I don’t think my normal hunting flannel will win any awards,” you chuckled, “unless they have a separate female lumberjack category.”

“Baby, come on, that skirt barely covers your ass,” Sam pleaded, staring at your ass for maybe a little bit too long.

He had a point, though. You decided you were going to go dressed as a sexy nurse. You were wearing an extremely short white dress adorned with red buttons down the front and an embroidered caduceus on the breast pocket. You also wore a cute hat with a red first aid symbol, fishnet stockings, plain white heels, and had a stethoscope around your neck for good measure.

“Well, I was a registered nurse before I came with you guys, and even now I patch you up after hunts. I think it’s only appropriate I should finally dress like my part.” You finished applying your deep crimson lipstick and took a step back from the sink pursing your lips and batting your eyelashes.

“You can dress like that any day for me. I just don’t want Dean to see you like this,” Sam stalked closer to you and pulled you into his arms.

“Don’t want me to see who like what?” Dean asked, walking into the communal bathroom.

Soft Fur

Summary: An interaction with a witch has some furry results on Sam. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel Word Count: 826 Warnings: Fluff and fluff. Like…literal fluff and relationship fluff. A/N: I need to stop watching animal documentaries. The image in the fic is from Google, Gif made by me. This is un-beta’d, all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

“Y/N? Sam?” Dean’s voice echoed through the empty halls of the bunker.

He huffed, walking from his room to the kitchen, his eyes sweeping left and right trying to find Sam and his brother’s girlfriend.

Assuming the pair was out on a supply run, Dean shrugged and began to make a snack. The three of them were taking a week off from hunting to relax and enjoy the lovely summer weather of northern Kansas. He was just about to spread some mayonnaise on a slice of bread when a shout carried down the hall from the garage.

“NO! Stop it!”

Dean snapped his head toward the doorway and dropped the knife and bread. “Y/N?!”

Dean grabbed a large chopping knife and ran out into the hallway, momentarily sliding on the tile floor as he got traction, before righting himself and sprinting toward the garage where the yell came from. He bounded up the steps into the garage, knife out in front of him, and looked around to see what caused Y/N to yell.

Y/N spun around at the sound of Dean breathing heavy and stared at him with wide eyes, exposing what she was yelling at.

Dean looked at the creature and then back at Y/N, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Y/N?”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

The Hunter’s Baker

Summary: You decide to make dinner and dessert for The Winchesters, and your boyfriend Sam makes it even more fun. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester Word Count: 3430 Warnings: FLUFF, sexual situations (no smut), graphic depictions of delicious food, messy kitchen? A/N: This was for @jayankles Bailey’s 1 Year Everything Challenge​! My prompt was “baking”. I love to cook and bake, and all of these recipes are classics. Congrats on being on here for a year, Bailey! I hope everyone enjoys and it doesn’t make you too hungry. :) Beta’d by the wonderful @queen-of-deans-booty, gif made by me!

Hunting with the Winchesters was always exciting. Facing demons, shapeshifters, and vampires on a daily basis was more than a job; it was a lifestyle. As with any career that begins to take over your life, the mundane tasks of cooking, laundry, and grocery shopping were never fun. Dean tends to enjoy doing laundry, much to yours and Sam’s bewilderment, while you always favored doing the cooking.

Sam and Dean found you after a witch broke into the restaurant you were a chef at to steal ingredients for a spell. You were working late to prepare for a private reception the following afternoon which had some exotic fish as the main dish and did not see the witch enter through the back door.

Thankfully the blow to the back of your head merely knocked you unconscious and didn’t do any permanent damage. Fortunately, the Winchesters found you in the kitchen after they scared the witch away… who knows what she would have done to you?

Once you came to in the Winchester’s motel room, they explained everything. They killed monsters for a living and the witch they scared off needed some ingredients you had stocked in your kitchen. Even though she left, they knew she would be back to continue looting the rest of the fish. You assisted the Winchesters in taking the witch down and in turn, they offered you a place in their family. You became best friends with Dean and began to date Sam.

Now here you were, putting the finishing touches on the shopping list for Sam before he does the grocery shopping. Sam always tried to get the healthiest things possible when he shopped, but with Dean living in the bunker, he could only get away with so many substitutions. Sam walked into the kitchen right as you finished putting the last ingredient on the list.

Table Manners

Summary: Your first official date with Dean as his girlfriend has some unforeseen complications. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester Word Count: 2671 Warnings: Canon SPN violence, fluff A/N: This came from a dream I had about having dinner with Dean and how it would probably never end how you expected it to. :) Beta’d by the lovely @queen-of-deans-booty. Gif is mine!

When you started dating Dean Winchester, you expected a lot of things: mood swings, danger, cheeseburgers, and so on. What you never expected was to be sitting on the floor in front of your closet, covered in clothes and almost in tears. You’ve been dating for almost three months now, and tonight was going to be your first official date. Well, first official date if you can find something to wear that isn’t flannel or leather.

You huffed, throwing your leather jacket back on top of the large pile of flannel sitting to your right. A knock on the door made you lean backwards against the side of your bed and close your eyes.

“Yeah?” You responded to the knock.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Sam. Can I come in?”

“I’m drowning in flannel, Sam. Please come in. I need a rescue,” you smiled as Sam opened and closed the door. He walked over and looked down at your clothing-covered body and chuckled, offering you a hand.

“Come on. Get up. I can help,” he said.

You pouted, but accepted his hand and stood up, pushing all the clothes off of you and onto the floor. “I have nothing to wear, Sam. We’re going to a nice restaurant and I can’t dress like I’m a lumberjack.”

“Calm down, getting upset isn’t going to fix anything. Follow me.” Sam gently pulled your hand toward the door and you followed him out into the hallway and down toward the garage. He pulled a set of keys off the rack near the stairwell and pointed to your Mustang.

Forgiveness

Summary: Set in season 8, reader has not forgiven Sam for letting Lucifer free. When he comes around, old feelings come bubbling back up, leading Dean to step in. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester Word Count: 2767 Warnings: Angst, pre-smut, mention of torture (non-graphic),  A/N: This has been at the top of my fic idea list for a long time, and finally creativity struck. Flashbacks are in italics and this was beta’d by the ever so lovely @queen-of-deans-booty and the gif was made by me. Any feedback would be appreciated! Enjoy!

Hunting was never easy. You could ask anyone in the business and they would tell you the same thing. Even though you were finally on your own with a normal job and your own home, having a library of rare lore books was something you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of. All of the horrible things you went through three years ago made you give up hunting, but you always made yourself available to other hunters that needed some research.

Although the scars on your body had healed, you couldn’t bring yourself to return to hunting after Lucifer kept you as a prisoner when he was released. It was three months of nothing but physical and psychological torture. You remained strong for the first few weeks, but he broke you in ways that nobody should ever be subjected to.

You were let go after you stopped reacting to the torture… after your body and mind were broken to the point where you felt trapped in your own world full of anguish, fear, and blood. You were found by a hunter who was in the area responding to demon signs, and he took you in and helped you heal. You dropped off the map after that, only providing your number to a select number of hunters if they needed research help.

Counting Bodies

Summary: After losing an innocent, Dean goes on a rampage and Sam is the only one who can stop him. Characters: MOC!Dean, Sam, Hailey (OFC) Word Count: 2036 Warnings: Canon SPN violence, angst, non-graphic description of torture, few curse words, Dean being kind of a dick to Sam A/N: This is a song fic based on Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums by A Perfect Circle. I heard it and it instantly reminded me of Dean when he had the Mark of Cain. This was beta’d by the lovely @queen-of-deans-booty, thank you! Song lyrics are in italics. Gif made by me.

Another chick, another monster. Dean’s thoughts were racing as he barricaded the door of this woman’s bedroom with her dresser while Sam was pouring salt in a circle on the floor at the foot of her bed. Of course she didn’t know that the leather bracelet she purchased at the local pawn shop came with a nasty ghost tethered to it. Cursed objects are never fun to track down, but luckily for her, the pawn shop kept detailed records.

The boys had done their research and found out that the ghost haunting the bracelet was pushed out of a window by an angry lover when she told him she didn’t want to see him anymore. Every person who had the bracelet since then was pushed out a window to their death.

Sam maneuvered her inside the circle of salt and firmly told her to stay put and stay away from the windows. She was sobbing, her body shaking with fear, as the brothers moved around to secure the room from the ghost wreaking havoc on her house. Once he was finished moving the dresser, Dean glanced back at the terrified woman shifting back and forth on her feet inside the salt circle.

Don't fret precious, I'm here Step away from the window, go back to sleep Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils See, they don't give a fuck about you like I do