Rambling - Part 2

Summary: The Winchesters call in the favor you owe them after some traumatic things happen. Characters: Goddess!Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Word Count: 2619 Warnings: Language, minor angst, fluff  A/N: Read Part 1 HERE. This takes place a few years after that part, but it picks up right where they left off. This is set in season 14 after Jack absorbs Michael’s grace. This was beta’d by the lovely @saxxxology​, gif made by me. Enjoy!

Dean is tired. The type of exhaustion that seeps deep into your bones and drags you down so you’re barely able to keep your eyes open. He’s already memorized the cracks and lines in the ceiling of his room, so much so that he would probably be able to draw them from memory. Michael has been truly gone for almost twenty-four hours, but his presence has left a lingering effect on his mind.

For the twentieth time in three hours, Dean flops over onto his stomach, tucking his hands under his pillow. Every time he closes his eyes, flashes of blood and echoes of screams bombard his senses. Groaning, Dean flops back over onto his back, staring at the ceiling he’s grown all too comfortable with.

Until he remembers something.

Jumping out of bed, he quickly throws on a pair of sweatpants and sprints from his room down the hallway. Sam has his own filing system when it comes to documents, lore, and items in the bunker, and no matter how hard he tries, Dean just doesn’t understand Sam’s method to his madness. He begins digging through the various drawers full of catalog cards, trying to find the small white card Sam had filed away those years ago.

“Dean?” Sam tiredly rasps, shuffling through the war room and up the steps to the library. “What’re you doing?”

Rambling

Summary: You find yourself in shock as you’re being led from a vampire’s nest. Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Word Count: 1495 Warnings: Language, fluff, minor angst A/N: This 100% me channeling exactly what I’d do if I was rescued by the Winchesters. With a bit of a Chrissy twist thrown in. ;) Beta’d by the lovely @saxxxology (I think, I kinda passed out last night after asking her). Enjoy! Part 2

“Is this a kidnapping after a kidnapping?” you ask the two flannel-clad gentlemen leading you from the abandoned warehouse. “Am I being double kidnapped?”

The shorter of the two whirls around and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Listen, lady, we’re the good guys trying to rescue you, okay? So please keep walking.”

You press your lips together, giving serious thought to his statement. “But… you guys are like, really attractive. Like, is this some kind of Disney princess dream I’m having?” You glance over at the taller one who looks like he’s trying to suppress a smile. “But why would there be two of you?” you whisper to yourself.

The windows of the warehouse shatter behind you, bright yellow and orange flames dancing through the walls. The taller one takes your elbow and begins to lead you away at a brisk pace. “All right, time to go.”

Struggling to keep up with his giant strides, you practically begin to sprint as you follow him toward a sleek black car parked on the side of the grassed over dirt road near the warehouse. “You guys are way too attractive to be killers, but,” you glance behind you at the flame engulfed warehouse, “I think you two being arsonists would just be hilarious. Smoking hot guys that make things smoke. You could have your own TV show.”

“Sam,” the shorter one sighs, gesturing to you as he stops at the driver’s side of the car. “A little help?”  

Rescue

Summary: After being captured on a hunt, you have to wait for a rescue... but will you make it until then? Characters: Reader, demon!OC’s, Sam, Dean, Castiel Word Count: 1535 Warnings: Angst, SPN canon violence, blood, fluff A/N: I’ve had the bolded quote in my WIP’s for like... a year. I was able to finally craft a story to fit it! Sorry I’ve been so busy lately, guys. My second job is kicking my ass, and that on top of the physical therapy... I barely have time to eat. I love you all, thank you for sticking around. This was beta’d by the darling @saxxxology. Enjoy!

Demons sucked.

The dark and frigid basement you were currently being held in had been your home for the last two days. At least, you thought it had been two days. The tiny window at the top of the back wall only let in a limited amount of sunshine, so it was hard to tell if the sun was coming up or going down. The days had begun to blur together since every time you’d begin to fall asleep, one of your captors would come and wake you.

The handcuffs around your wrists and ankles had left angry welts that were constantly in a state between bleeding and scabbed over, and your stomach growled angrily every time you tried to move your body; that’s what you get for skipping breakfast the morning you were taken.

The case you and the Winchesters were called about had seemed like demons from the get go; sulfur at the crime scenes, bodies long since dead and showing no signs of decomposition… even a brand new hunter would be able to know. Unfortunately, the three of you had underestimated how organized they were, and you ended up being taken while Sam and Dean were distracted trying to save the several teenage girls the small group of demons had taken prisoner.

Foreshadow - Part 1

Summary: Sam and Dean take on a pack of werewolves. Characters: Y/N, Garth, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, other OCs Word Count: 3120 Warnings: Angst, violence, MCD (kinda), language, roughhousing, sassy!Reader, more angst A/N: This story is probably going to be at least 2-3 parts. I’m not sure if it’ll have smut, but it will definitely be interesting. There’s a bit of sciencey stuff in here, so if you’re confused, leave a comment and I’ll explain. I will post the next part next Tuesday, and Bed of Roses will continue to be posted on Saturday until it’s finished. :) This was edited by the ever so lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon. Enjoy! Part 2 - Part 3

Clicking the headlights of the Impala off, Dean came to a stop at the end of a gravel driveway. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he checked the time and GPS location on the map before opening his door and stepping out, retrieving his pistol from his jacket and slipping his phone back in his pocket. Sam stepped out of the passenger’s side and they both quietly closed their doors and headed toward the small abandoned shack at the end of the driveway.

Dean readied up at the front door, his nose twitching at the pungent smell of mold and dust. Sam was on the opposite side of the door frame from him and nodded once, signaling he was ready. Dean’s fingers tightened around the barrel of his pistol and he raised his other hand, holding three fingers up. Slowly, he counted down and once he tucked his pinky into his fist, he stepped in front of the door and landed a hard kick to the area next to the door knob, sending the flimsy wooden door off its rusted hinges and onto the floor with a plume of dust.

Sam was first one through the door, pistol raised, and fired immediately at the werewolf that came stomping out of the doorway to his right. The grizzled man slumped to the floor with a loud thud, and a high pitched scream pierced the air, making Dean and Sam’s heads snap up.

Alternate Endings

Summary: A few months after she came over from the apocalypse world, curiosity has finally gotten the best of Y/N and she makes a decision that she might end up regretting. Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, other minor OC’s Word Count: 3003 Warnings: Angst, language, worried!Winchesters, reader gets drunk, mention of character death, more angst, then fluff A/N: Again, I feel like I’m the only person that would be curious about stuff like this if I journeyed to an alternate reality. Maybe season 14 will include an episode like this, but only time will tell. This was looked over by several people and beta’d by the ever so lovey @saxxology. Enjoy!

“And do you have a current address for her?” Y/N requested of the man on the other side of the phone. He rambled off an address and she jotted it down on the notepad in front of her before cautiously looking around for anyone else that might be close enough to hear what she was doing. The bunker’s library was empty, save for her, and she nervously tapped the end of her pencil on the notepad as the gentleman continued to ramble.

Sam Winchester had forbidden it, but after all the tragedy she had experienced in her life while in that horrible apocalyptic world, she deserved to see what her counterpart in this world had accomplished. After several Google searches resulted in no leads, she resorted to calling the town clerk’s office in the small town she grew up in, hoping this world’s Y/N was born in the same town. She was, and the woman from the clerk’s office was very helpful and started a chain of leads that had finally ended with the gentleman she was speaking with.

She had an address after three long weeks of searching.

“Hey, Y/N. What are you working on?”

She jumped at the sound of Dean Winchester’s voice and the phone slipped from her grasp, abruptly ending the call as it clattered against the wooden table. She clutched her chest in fear and scowled at the amused look on his face.

Cat Scratch Fever - Part 2

Summary: As the reader’s body continues to change, she finds herself in a bad spot when her primal instincts take over. Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Word Count: 3631 Warnings: Angst, shit hitting the fan, mention of minor character deaths (not graphic), more angst, language, sexuality, fluff A/N: Part two and it is now complete! Nothing like a good cat fight, right? Right?  It was beta’d by @kittenofdoomage and gif made by me. Enjoy! -Part 1-

You felt someone shifting you into their arms and carrying you, but the hand that was stroking you was now scratching at your ears, so you remained with your eyes closed. Sam and Dean’s voices were surrounding you, but you couldn’t understand what they were saying. It sounded muffled and far away, like they were on a speakerphone across the room. The arms that were holding you deposited you onto something soft, and you drifted off, not feeling the cold metal of the shackle as it was fastened around your ankle.

The next time you woke, you rolled to your hands and knees and stretched, leaning down so your arms were out in front of you on the soft blanket and your ass was up in the air.

“Y/N?”

You turned around quickly and tilted your head when you saw Sam. It was then when you realized you were chained in the dungeon, and the shackle around your ankle jingled as you shifted towards him. Fear bristled inside you and you immediately got into a crouch and growled, trying to shake the chain off your right foot.

Sam said something to you, his palm facing you to calm you, but you couldn’t understand what he said. His lips were moving but you could only hear mumbled speech in a soft baritone voice. It sounded like the adults on the old Peanuts cartoons, and your eyes went wide. Opening your mouth to say something, you began to talk, but your words came out as squeaks, whimpers, and pathetic mewls.

Cat Scratch Fever - Part 1

Summary: After another sleepless night, Y/N plots revenge against Dean... but things don’t quite go as planned. Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Word Count: 3299 Warnings: Sexuality, language, spell-induced angst, Dean not being helpful, Sam trying to be helpful but still enjoying the reader’s predicament A/N: This is going to be 2 parts because again, I’m wordy and can’t control myself. I will be posting the second part later on this week. I actually dreamed this happened to me and it was pretty awesome until... well... you’ll see in the next part. :) It was beta’d by @kittenofdoomage. Enjoy! - Part 2 -

“Sam, it’s official. I’m going to kill your brother.” A muffled snort of laughter from the bed next to you was all he replied with. “It’s not funny. He’s been going at it for what, over an hour now? I’m so tired. I just want to sleep.”

As if on cue, the rhythmic thumping coming from the motel room next to you increased in volume and frequency, and so did the moans and grunts that were peppered along with the symphony of sex you were hearing through the thin wall. Getting a second room was your idea, but Dean stole your key as he was leaving the bar with a buxom redhead practically dry humping his arm, leaving you no choice but to sleep in Dean’s bed in his and Sam’s room.

“He just needs to get it out of his system,” Sam replied sleepily. “Better he gets some ass than act like one for the entire ride home.”

You opened your mouth to reply when a loud and girly squeal from Dean’s midnight companion interrupted you. You whimpered, pouting pathetically while flailing your arms around in frustration, slamming them down on either side of you with a soft thump. Sam chuckled once more at your childish tantrum and nuzzled back into his blankets.

Serial Magic

Summary: Y/N, a serial killer on death row, gets a surprise visit from two FBI agents who aren’t what they seem. But... neither is she. Characters: Witch!Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Peter (OMC), other minor OCs Word Count: 3410 Warnings: Language, angst, nerdy!Sam, sassy!Reader, sexuality, fluff A/N: This takes place in season 10. Not really sure where this one came from, but I was in the mood to have an out-of-the-box story with a couple twists and turns. And of course, who doesn’t love making Sammy blush. It was beta’d by @saxxxology and I hope you enjoy!

Time passed differently when she was trapped in a cell.

Things she didn’t normally notice were suddenly a lot more prevalent, and sometimes even more annoying. The most annoying part for Y/N, though, was not being able to channel enough power to get the hell out. The dull gray jumpsuit, obviously sewn to be unflattering, was itchy against her neck as she laid down on the uncomfortable mattress and stared at the ceiling.

Twelve deaths. Well, twelve murders is what they said as she was sentenced. That’s why she was currently locked in a stupid cell inside a stupid prison. They weren’t even murders, though... all of those deaths were self defense. A witch as connected as her, she made enemies fast and had to learn to defend herself even faster.

Being arrested wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was the anticipation, the small twitch of hope she still had in her body, even though she knew it was useless. Her brain still held onto that optimism, even after a year, and each day just served to remind her that the inevitable was coming. She had four months left until they were going to execute her like it was Salem in 1692.

She was considered a serial killer. They had sentenced her to death.

Healed

Summary: After running into the Winchesters on a hunt, a secret you’ve kept your entire life comes to light in an emergency situation, leading to some aggressive interactions with one of the brothers. Pairing: Reader x Platonic!Winchesters Word Count: 3593 Warnings: Fluff, language, SPN canon violence and injuries, blood, protective!Dean, fluff, karaoke? A/N: Here I go, being a lore whore again. Researching stories is half the fun, and I hope you all enjoy. This was looked over by @seenashwrite who gave me some wonderful insight on the flow of the story and helped me shape it into the polished gem that is is now. She truly is an amazing writer and amazing person. Gif made by me!

“Of all the dive bars in the entire country,” you said in a sing-songy voice as you approached their table, “I happen to be in the same bar as the Winchesters.”

Both of the brothers looked up from their research and beers, smiling when they saw you at the end of their table with one hand on your hip, the other holding a half empty bottle of whiskey. Sam was the first to stand and wrap his long octopus arms around you, lifting you slightly off the ground in a bone-crushing hug. Dean was next, pressing a kiss to your forehead and hugging you. While his hugs were slightly less constricting than his brother’s, you could feel the tension leaving his body the longer he held you.

“I’ll grab us some extra glasses. Have a seat, Y/N,” Sam said as he smiled at you and headed toward the bar.

Dean shifted to the seat to his left and patted the chair next to him. Making sure Sam was out of earshot, you sat down and leaned closer to Dean. “I take it you two worked things out? I mean, I don’t see any black eyes or busted lips, so you obviously survived a road trip to Branson, Missouri sitting next to each other.”

“Yeah,” Dean replied, nodding his head slightly. “Thanks again for the advice. I know you’re busy doing your own thing and I hate to bother you, but -”

“Dean,” you interrupted, “you’re my friend. I’m here for you whether you need me for hunts or if you’re having brother drama and need someone to heal your emotional wounds. My friendship doesn’t come with any fine print.” You playfully nudged his shoulder and he chuckled softly.

Busted

Summary: On a slow day in the bunker, an unanswered question becomes too much to resist, leading to some interesting discoveries. Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Word Count: 1816 Warnings: Language, violence, blood/gore, dark comedy, bad dude getting some karma A/N: This is kinda borderline crack, and definitely something I would do as a hunter. I have a really dark sense of humor so this made me giggle while writing it. I think we’ve all wondered this, and I hope you enjoy the imagery. :) It was beta’d by @saxxxology​ and the gif made by me and very relevant.

It all began as general curiosity. As a hunter, Y/N knew how they worked, but she didn’t know exactly how well they worked. Dean was able to escape one when he was being cured, and Ramiel wasn’t phased by the one drawn on the floor in his house or on the bullets Dean shot into him. So, for this experiment, she decided to use a regular demon in order to get a nice baseline.

“What’s Y/N been up to?” Sam asked, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat across from his brother at the table. It had been a few days since he’d seen her for more than five minutes at a time.

“No idea,” Dean replied between bites of his burger, “but she’s been studying a lot recently. Ever since we got back from that shapeshifter hunt, I keep seeing her grabbing books from the library and bringing them to her room.”

“What kind of books?” Sam reached out and grabbed a french fry from Dean’s plate before he could swat his hand away.

Dean scowled as his brother happily chewed the crispy fry. “I dunno. Old ones. She was getting them from the hunting basics section that you and Charlie made. Like, the ones that explain monsters, weapons, and other stuff that help us level the playing field.”

Escape - Part 1

Summary: Sam knows what he needs, and he’s lucky enough to know exactly where to get it from. Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel, several OC’s Word Count: 1392 Warnings: Fluff, talk of SPN canon violence A/N: So, I didn’t really announce this because the idea attacked me out of the blue, but I’m planning on making a small drabble series about Sam’s adventures here if everyone likes the idea. I’m not going to spoil anything up here because I want you all to read it and make your own assumptions as you go. This was looked over by my two lovelies @saxxxology and @bamby0304. Please let me know if this kind of story is something you might like to see more of. :)

Sam’s sneaking out again.

It’s the fourth time this month, but he knows he needs it. Dean would judge him for it, Cas wouldn’t understand, and Y/N would probably want to know more details than he feels comfortable sharing. It’s easier for all of them to be out of the loop. It’s not like he’s going to be gone for an entire day. He can always pick up a few groceries on the way back to cover any suspicions they may have… nothing weird about going for a supply run.

Sam bought a motorcycle, thanks to one of his stolen identities, and every time he leaves, he wheels it out of the garage and down the road before starting it to make sure none of the bunker occupants hear his departure. Out of the all the memories he obtained while he was soulless, the knowledge of how to ride a motorcycle was probably the most useful. He definitely would love to forget being such a sex-crazed douchebag, though, that’s for sure.

About halfway down the long driveway to the bunker, Sam staddles the Yamaha and turns the key, making it rumble to life with a low purr. Pulling on a helmet, he throws his backpack over his shoulder and loops his arms through the straps before driving off down the road to the main street that runs through Lebanon.