“Hear what (y/n)?” He asked as he watched you leaning against the vending machine, stroking the glass.
“That Rice Krispie treat, it’s calling my name,” you said staring down at the shiny blue packaging. Cas tilted his head to the side, confused at your words. He was very relieved when Dean walked by on his way to the Impala.
“Dean, I believe something is wrong with (y/n). She claims that that snack is attempting to converse with her.” Dean just laughed and reached into his pocket for his wallet.
“She’s just hungry and needs her sugar fix. Which one do you want (y/n)?”
“That chocolate Rice Krispie right there,” you said staring hungrily at the bar. Before Dean could put the dollar in the machine there was a fluttering of wings behind you.
“I hear someone’s in need of a sugar fix?”
“Gabriel!” you exclaimed running to give him a hug.
You knew your father favored Sam and Dean over you. Maybe it was because you were a girl, or because most demons came to you, attracted by your looks. You fought just as well as them all. You’d taken down your fair share of creatures, but it wasn’t enough. Sam and Dean tried to make you feel special, and you appreciated it. But you knew you would never measure up to them in your father’s eyes.
You ignored Amy Perkins and pulled out your notebook Dean had stolen from the gas station a month ago. You had already filled it up with poems and pictures, most of them relating to your l
Summary: The reader is injured from a previous hunt and the medicine Sam gives you makes you a little loopy.
The motel bed you were laying on was lumpy and uncomfortable, but you barely noticed because of the pain you were in. You were still pretty banged up from the last hunt and your arms and ribs were covered in aching bruises. Anytime you moved shooting pain could be felt running up your back and sides, which was why you were laying facedown, trying your best not to move an inch.
“Everything hurts and I think I’m dying,” you said, the pillow muffling your words.
“Well that’s what happens when a witch throws you into a wall and down concrete stairs,” Dean said from across the room. “I’d bet good money that you have about three fractured ribs.”
You groaned into the bed, knowing Dean was probably right judging by the pain that was present in your sides. You heard Sam get up and, judging by all the noise, he beg
You’ve been friends with the Winchesters for just over a year, where they saved your ass from a Vampire. Already being a part of the hunting world, you requested they bring you with them- which they refused. So you followed them. Eventually they accepted you and allowed you to join them on their adventures. Unfortunately, they refused to let you come on the “super dangerous” hunts in fear that you would be unable to take care of yourself. Quite honestly- it pissed you off to no end.
But you still waited. These boys were almost like family by now. You’ve been with them on their ups and downs. You’ve practically been to hell and back with them, no giving up now.
You groan into the pillow that covers your face. They’re late. GOD that’s annoying.
Suddenly the door bursts open.
You jump up, p
Sam eyed you with an odd expression. You seemed to always have those candy bars with you. “Hey (yn), what’s with the chocolate?”
You swallowed your previous bite. “In case you haven’t noticed Sam, I am female. I cannot go without some form of chocolate for more than 72 hours.”
Cas’s eyes widened. “Is this a human disease?”
You giggled. “No Cas, I’m perfectly fine. I just really like chocolate.”
“Oh.” Cas relaxed. “So you are like Gabriel in that aspect.”
“Yeah, but she’s got a much nicer rack.” Dean interjected, grinning. Sam shot him a look, but you just rolled your eyes.
(y/n) = your name (example: Ellie)
(e/c) = your eye color/colour (example: green)
(h/c) = your hair color/colour (example: black)
Castiel was confused. The reaction of his vessel when he saw you – the fast beating of his heart – his thoughts – He shouldn't have those filthy thoughts – thinking about you that way – it was wrong. He was an angel – it was so very wrong and at the same time it felt so right – so utterly right. It had all just started when he first saw you, when your brother had introduced you to him.
”(y/n) this is Castiel – he got me out of hell” Dean's voice made you turn your head in his direction. You smiled at the man.
“Nice to meet you Cas – Like my brother said I'm (y/n)!” you said cheerful. Castiel's heart started to beat in an unhealthy rhythm. His cheeks turned red and he gulped. In that moment you seemed
“Wrong spell, Dean!”
“You think I can’t see that?”
Sam coughed, waving his hand in front of his face in a pointless effort to clear the smoke. He and Dean had been trying to perform a truth spell on Crowley…
Both boys froze at the sound of chains falling to the floor.
“Um, Crowley?” Dean called hesitantly, trying to see through the smoke-filled room.
His shout was met with a wail in response.
Sam and Dean shared a look. Moving through the smoke, Sam found his way to Crowley’s chair.
“How did the spell work?” You asked as you heard Sam and Dean enter the room. You were reading a book and didn’t turn around, that is, until you didn’t hear a response.
“Guys?” Spinning, you looked over your shoulder, and your jaw dropped.
Sam was standing there awkwardly, holding a baby in a puddle of f
“Hello?” you asked as you quickly answered the phone.
“Hey (y/n), it’s James Stark—“
“Oh my god Dean, what did you do? How did you manage to get arrested you literally had to drive 5 blocks away!”
“Yeah um well I did get to the place but this guy tried to cut in front of me in line and things escalated and long story short, he’s got a broken nose and I’m in jail. Can you please come get me?”
“Fine, but only because you said please. Where’s the car? They didn’t impound it did they?”
“No she’s still at the burger place.”
“Okay me and Sam will go get
"Oh, I know Castiel,"
"I know angel stuff might be a bit ; wait, you know Cas?" He leaned forward to you, "what haven't you told us (Y/N)?"
"I've told you everything you needed to know" you said coldly, staring at the bathroom door open, and the angel coming out clean and pure looking - just as an angel should be, looking at Dean, you wondered if the two are having a thing, although Dean didn't look gay, not many have succeeded not to fall in love with an angel, like you, for example.
~a few years ago~
"I missed you" you took a look at his blue eyes, clear as the sky above you, "I hate when you visit me in my dreams" you stared at the view before you, breathtaking lake, water so clear you could see every single detail of what lay on the bottom, sun was shining bright, reflecting on the water together with the tall green t
Title: Surprise Adoption
Number in series: One
Pairing: Supernatural x Baby!Reader (Family)
Word Count: 916
Another motel room. Another crappy bed. Another case in just another state in the United States. It was just a usual week for the Winchester brothers. That was until Cas decided to come a knocking on their door(metaphorically speaking since he never uses doors and just pops into the rooms).
The day started off like usual. The boys went and got some information on the case and then went out to get some burgers and what-not for dinner. After, they went back to their motel room to relax and research a bit more before they went to sleep.
“I'm pretty sure we are dealing with a demon. It sounds as if someone sold their soul around here.” Sam said, untying his boots.
“Great, that means that we will have to deal with hellhounds. I hate those damn demon dogs.” Dean said, flopping down on one of the two motel beds.
You thought about it for a long time and you decided you just couldn't do it anymore, it's not a life, it's hell, and you knew there was nothing else left for you as every day seemed to get darker in you felt closed inside your own mind, and all the things you hanged on to seemed to fade away slowly, you put the gun against your temple.
You started thinking, you shifted from sitting to lying on the slightly wet grass and stared at the grey sky above you,
Sam and Dean, they would probably be sad at first, just a little, you felt like nothing but extra weight to them, always having to protect you and ta
But not before one last spell was flung at you and Dean.
Groaning, you blinked your eyes open. You shoved the sheets off of you and got out of bed, before you nearly fell forward, off-balance.
You caught yourself, holding onto the wall, and looked down to see what had made you go off-kilter.
And you screamed.
"(yn)?! (yn)?! Are you okay?!" Dean shouted, running into the bedroom, eye widening when he saw you sitting on the floor.
You were staring at your protruding stomach, which overnight had grown to the size of a baby walrus, making your t-shirt stretch over it.
Eyes huge with fear, you looked up at Dean. "Am I... pregnant?"
"Uh, yeah, babe. Seven months. Did you have a weird dream and forget or so
“Dean don’t. You always lose.”
“(y/n) don’t worry. I got this.”
“Alright just so were clear,” Sam said. “Whoever wins get’s to choose dinner. I win, we get salads. Dean wins, we get cheesy triangles of grease and fat.”
“Hey Winchester,” you said. “I may eat more pizza than most people do in their lifetime, but I can still run faster than you.”
“That was one time!” Sam exclaimed. “And the wind was blowing against me and my knee was banged up from the day before and-”
“Sounds like a lot of excuses to me, Sammy,” Dean scoffed.
“Well it doesn’t matter because I’m gonna win like I always do. Let’s go. (y/n) call it.”
“Uggh,” you sighed. “Okay ready? Rock, paper, scissors shoot!” Dean played scissors, like he always does, and Sa
"(y/n) it's just a sprained ankle,"Dean muttered as Sam smiled and bandaged your foot.
You grinned looking from one brother to the other, but your face soon fell when Sam said "now, (y/n) you know you're gunna have to take it easy for awhile, right?"
"WHAT?!? Noo, it's booooring here alone," you whined, hoping one of them would take pity on your poor soul.
Dean rolled his eyes, "Cas is here and he could probably use some cheering up, so have fun with that."
Both brothers started laughing as they packed their supplies to leave, and as if on queue Cas stumbled out disheveled, looking tired as ever.
"Morning sleeping beauty," you said as you took in his appearance. Tousled hair, a tight grey t-shirt (which by the way fit his fine body perfectly,) and baggy sweatpants.
"Well we're outta here," Dean yelled as he shut the door behind them.
You sighed looking down at your ba
Dean pulled the impala up to the police station where Cas was being held, both boys straightening their ties. You got out of the back, conspicuous in your jeans and leather jacket rather than a monkey suit like Sam and Dean were wearing. You watched Dean pop the trunk, tossing Sam a fake federal id and taking one himself.
“Give us ten minutes, (yn), and we’ll be back out with Cas.” Dean told you, heading inside. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the impala as both guys went in.
A few minutes later, Sam and Dean came back out, cursing. “What’s wrong?” You asked.
“They won’t release Cas to us.” Sam explained. “The officer asked what federal agents would want with a guy who stole a bottle of water.”
You smirked, going to the trunk and pulling out a fake id of your own. “You probably just didn’t ask the right way. Wat