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Carry Me (Supernatural Fanfiction) Chapter Two
Eli slammed her locker door shut, finally getting it closed after trying to organize her locker mates trash and books in a way that they wouldn't fall out again. She sighed, leaning her head against the locker door as she gave a silent thanks. Everything had fallen out of the locker when she'd opened it to put her morning class books in it, spilling papers and various unmentionables all over the hall at Eli's feet. Most of passing period had been spent already trying to shove everything back into the space, leaving Eli a minute at the most to run to her next class still loaded with more books then she needed.
She took a second at the door to take a breath and stretch her leg. She probably shouldn't have ran without her brace or crutch, but Eli was not about to break her non-tardy streak.
Opening the door to class as quietly as she could, Eli slipped into the room and sat in her seat just as the bell rang. Mr. Smith walked in the classroom.
Mr. Smith was a vampire. Ben had told Eli so w
Carry Me (Supernatural Fanfiction) Chapter One
Ben had told Eli stories about Dad, and how he dealt with demons and other monsters all the time.
He also told her about how Dad had left before she was born, not knowing Mom was pregnant before he disappeared. Ben told her lots of things about Dad, using his life as bedtime stories to lull her to sleep when her nightmares kept her up.
But there were rules when talking about Dad.
First, no talking about Dad around Mom; she didn't remember him. Ben said Dad did it to keep them safe, and that he had gone along with it to keep Mom from being hurt.
Second, Ben didn't tell her about all the monsters Dad fought. He told her stories about his adventures, but he never went in depth. Ben said he didn't want Eli to get to scared.
Lastly, no looking for Dad.
Eli didn't now what Dad looked like, there were no pictures around the house. Ben had collected them all and hid them from Mom, but he kept them from Eli too in the process.
It didn't bother Eli though. She just invented what her father looke
Far From Natural (Dean Winchester X Reader) Ch.1
I do not own Supernatural and I do not make any money off this fan-fiction. I hope you enjoy this first chapter of this story and I apologize for the shortness. I will post a link once chapter 2 is up as well.
A couple of months back you were accepted into your local university’s nursing program after busting your arse getting your bachelor degree in biology and getting certified in phlebotomy. You and your best friend were there for each other (since she also was accepted into the program). She was your rock, the thing that kept you calm. You both did long nights of studying almost every day, quizzing each other to get ready for the exams. Now, where are you today, you may ask? You were sitting in your second class of the day, pharmacology. You looked to your right and the seat was empty. That was where Jackie usually sat. She had been missing for a week now and she wouldn’t answer her phone. Her face was already posted aro
Brotherly Troubles (Winchester Bros Fanfic)
No backstory needed. Just two Supernatural huntin’ brothers. (I wasn’t in the smutteh mood today)
Edit: ALRIGHT, SO THIS STARTED OFF AS AN INNOCENT LITTLE IDEA, WHERE THE BRO’S JUST HAVE A LIGHT FIGHT,
BUT IDK WHERE THE TIME WENT, AND THIS HAS HAPPENED.
Funny enough, I dont regret it :3
Warnings: Mild swearing and mild violence/gore. Also, exploration of suicide themes.
If you personally believe this should have a warning on it, tell me. I just prefer not to do so.
The show already has some heavy themes anyways, so please, listen to my warning and read at your own choice.
Sam looked down as his knuckles, seeing the blood had risen to his skin.
Probably from the fact that he had punched the brick wall multiple times.
Shifting in his chair, he checked his phone one last time, despite the fact that he told himself it was no use.
Of course, the screen was blank.
Fuming anger rose in his chest, and the phone was in his hand one minute,
Dean and Nick
Dean and Nick
“Five dead and two seriously injured,” said the policeman Nick Burkhardt as he walked into the interview room and threw on desk file with the case. He sat on a chair against the accused and he began read the file. He pulled out of the folder photos of crime scene and laid them on the desk.
The other man in the room obediently, but without much interest, looked at it. What the offender committed on the innocents, it was horrible and shocking, but on accused's face, however, did not move a single muscle, he was without a single regret, or amazement. He already had seen this photos and he even seen worse.
Nick cleared his throat and then he still looked squarely at the man ahead of him. “You have an impressive folder, Dean Winchester, and these murders will belong to it beautifully.”
Dean Winchester blithely shrugged his shoulders, as if it was about stolen lollipop and not about ripped the human bodies. “
Hi Dad - Dad!John Winchester x Unisex!Reader
He had just closed the door behind him. You and your brothers had been staying at the psychic Missouri Moseley's house, while John had been hunting for the weekend. You were holding your favorite teddy in one hand and a pistol in the other. He didn't even know how you got your hands on it seeing as it was one of his old.
"Why aren't you asleep?" he asked as he took the gun from your hand. It worried him that you had been waiting for someone or something to burst through the door. At the same time, he was amazed what you were willing to do at the tender age of four. However, you had always been an early bloomer compared to your twin Dean.
"Miss Moseley told me that I should always listen to the bad feeling in my tummy. So I did."
John chuckled and ruffled your hair with his free hand. At least you didn't question his tired look or the bandage around his arm, which was still slightly wet. After carefully placing the gun out of reach from curious little hands, he we
Brother Troubles - Crowley x Angel!Reader
An experienced demon like Crowley himself was prepared for anything. It was almost a part of the job description. Therefore it was quite a shock when he figured out just how much trouble being with you gave him. It wasn't the part where the other demons would be questioning his credibility, the way some of your morals clashed, or how he would make a deal to give a dying person 10 more years while you would simply fix whatever was wrong and move on. All those things he could take care of. After all, he was a king and those was petty problems easily solved over the dinner table.
What could not be described as a simple matter was your family. He had met them on more than one occasion (and most hadn't gotten away alive), but it hadn't been a problem until both of you had been present.
Michael does not approve
Since neither of you had been that happy about spending time in Hell, Crowley had made sure to buy what could be called a small mansion. While he had wanted something a
Dean X Reader: Abandoned (One-Shot!)
Dean X Reader: Abandoned (One-Shot!)
Dean Winchester stared at you from across the motel room, you could tell he was utterly pissed off at you because he had just found out that since him and Sam had left you. You had been hunting on your own, Dean was not at all impressed.
“It’s not that big of a deal, I’m a big girl and can take care of myself” You said sternly rolling your eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me princess, it’s a dangerous world out there! It’s not safe to be haunting alone” Dean clenched his teeth angrily.
“Dean for Christ sake it’s not that big of a deal, will you stop clenching your jaw in anger!” You walked up to Dean, “Besides how else do you expect me to take care of myself, you and Sam just got up one morning and left” You muttered softly.
“We were on a dangerous
Speed Writing 3 - Wincestiel
Wincestiel tickle fight for the speed writing thing!
It started with a poke.
Well, actually it started with a suggestion of a cuddle session on the couch while a movie played, but they all knew one way or another someone would crack first.
Sam happened to be at the bottom of the pile, lounging normally on the couch. Cas was flush against Sam’s chest with Dean resting on Cas’s lower back and bum. Dean had adjusted himself and nudged Cas’s side gently, or enough to make him feel it. Cas shifted and giggled. That’s when Sam smirked and he followed up with a poke to the angel’s ribs.
Now Cas was at the center of a Winchester tickle attack. Sam had his face buried in Cas’s neck, blowing ticklish raspberries while Dean was kneading the angel’s hyper ticklish thighs.
"DEHEHEHEAHAHA SAHAHAHAM!!" Cas laughed loudly. He was twisting back and forth. His pinned hand was clawing at air, trying to free itself. Sam
Speed Writing 1 - Sam/Dean
Sam/Dean. Slash or brothers Idc lol Maybe some ticklish Sammy please? <3 Thankss!!
"Dean, I already told you no."
"But come on, you have to admit it!" he poked his brother’s side. Sam jerked away, "Noho!"
Dean smirked and he pounced on Sam, “You know that you were wrong and now you have to admit it!” Sam struggled beneath Dean and managed to flip them over, pinning him, “No! I made a simple mistake and now you’re holding it against me!” Dean smirked, “You were still wrong and I was right! Ha-ha!”
Sam rolled his eyes, “Don’t make me, Dean…”
Dean rose a brow, “Make you what? NO! Sahahaham!”
His brother had started rubbing his thumbs into the sides of Dean’s pudgy lower belly. Sam smirked broadly, “Uh-huh… you knew what from the beginning. And now you pay,” he chuckled darkly.
Dean snorted, knowing one way or another that he deserved th
Supernatural: The Little Hunter
John had dropped the boys off yet again. Sam had gone down for a nap, much to the relief of Bobby Singer. That kid could be the most jumpy, full-of-energy 4-year-old ball in the world sometimes.
Dean was sitting on the couch with a comic book in his hands, the same one he’d read more than two dozen times. Bobby walked in on him doing that and sighed, “Hey there, kid.”
"Hi, Uncle Bobby…" Dean replied voluntarily, not looking up from his comic. The oldest hunter sat next to Dean on the couch, the younger seizing the opportunity to rest his growing legs on Bobby’s lap.
"What am I, your foot stool?"
Dean grinned and nodded. He then went back to reading his comic book, now in a much more comfortable position.
"Watcha reading?" Bobby asked, even though he knew the book very well already.
"Ah… still like him?"
Dean nodded, crossing his legs now that were still in Bobby’s lap. The entire morose feeling of Dean was starting to leak ont
Supernatural: Sunburnt Cas
They warned him… Both Sam and Dean warned Cas of putting on sun lotion before they went to the beach because his vessel’s skin could burn. That concept Cas did not understand, clearly, because now they were all standing in the bathroom of the bunker, watching Castiel put on aloe on the reddened cheeks of his face. Dean had his arms crossed over his chest, while Sam leaned against the sink. Cas stood shirtless in the bathroom, applying the salve to his face.
“I don’t understand the need for—”
Castiel did cease his complaints. Then he finished with his face, already having covered his chest and shoulders.
“Cas, your back got it bad…” Sam pointed out, cringing at the bright red skin of the angel.
“It did feel sore…” Cas mumbled. Dean rolled his eyes, feeling bad for the poor guy, “Do you need help?” Castiel nodded.
Sam and Dean led him to his room, making him lie on the b
Fireworks Worth Remembering
The sky is lit up by bright, glamouring stars, swirling in various patterns around the black sky, the full moon sitting just above glowing clouds.
The silhouette of trees dances in the cold wind, blowing Sam's hair about with them.
Sam runs through the field, only illuminated by the stars, the moon and the sizzling sparklers in his hands. He writes all different words in the air with them, words like "Dean," words like "Sam," words like "love," and it's all beautiful.
Every time the sparklers died, he would run back and get more, only to dance with them, creating mesmerising patterns of fire into the heathens, an ever growing smile dangling off his lips.
Dean can't stop smiling. The smile is so incredibly big that his jaw is starting to hurt. Oh, and he can't stop laughing. That's hurting his throat. But he doesn't care about the pain.
He's with Sammy, and that's all he needs.
Soon the sparklers are all gone, and Sam gets more things to light up the field. He grabs a box of roman
Don't Give Up (READ DISCRIPTION!)
The bar was filled with the usual inhabitants; truck drivers that needed a break, motorcyclists, the occasional pool game, and even a few cops that just got off shift. Dean and his brother, Sam, were sitting in a booth in the back with a jukebox blaring in their ears. Despite the music, they could still make out what the other was saying.
Sam took a drink from his beer and looked at his phone, glaring at the time on the screen: 11:56pm. “He said he’d show up in here at 11:45, right?”
Dean had just finished another shot of whiskey and cleared his throat. “Yeah, he did. If I didn’t know him any better, I’d say this was a ruse to dick with us.”
His brother scoffed and shook his head, reaching for his bottle again. “What’s telling you otherwise?”
“Sammy...its Crowley we’re talking about here, right? Either he really wants to help us, or he’s gonna fuck us over.” Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his own beer
Jimmy Novak/reader 2/2
You slowly get off your seat with a small sigh. Thinking about the past, about what you once had, it wont help you.
So you decide to concentrate on what you have left. Your little daughter and your son.
Lea is 8 now, and your little boy, Gabriel, turned 3 not long ago.
Jimmy didn't even witness his own child's 3rd bithday... Everyday he asks when daddy will be home again.
It breaks you heart more everytime you hear this question coming from him.
You move to the kitchen counter, preparing a lasagna for the kids and yourself. Lea will be back from school soon, and Gabriel will be back from kindergarten.
Once finished you put it into the oven so it can bake. When you made sure everything is cooking you walk onto the porch, waiting for your children to come back home.
And you don't have to wait long until Lea, holding Gabriel's hand, walks along the small path that leads to your door.
You smile happily as Gabriel let's go of Lea's hand and runs over to hug you, his short arms wrapping arou