“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
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.
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
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
(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
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
“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
A/n: with all the ice bucket challenges going on why the hell not XD
You sat there in the bunker, two buckets of ice water next to you, Castiel had been browsing the internet for a while after you learned him how to and came across something called “the ALS ice bucket challenge” and wanted to try it out. You had decided to join him; hey it was for a good cause anyways. You turned on your camera and began to talk
“Hi everyone, my name is (Y/N) and this is my friend Cas” Cas made a little wave to the camera “And we’ll do the ALS Ice bucket challenge for you” you looked at him “ready?” “I’m ready (Y/N)” you picked up one of the ice buckets and he did too “On three, one, two three!” on three you each poured the buckets empty over one another. You gave a little shriek of how cold it was, cas just spluttered some. You laughed some “wow,
A/N: In all honesty, I’m only up to season 4 right now. Sooo.... All of this happened before the apocalypse c:
The motel door flung open in rage by no other then Dean Winchester.
“Damn it (y/n)!!” Dean shouted. He set down his weapons on the bed. Sam followed into the room with you from behind. Dean was currently bandaged up from a few wounds. The three of you were taking care of a spirit when you let your guard down by accident. And well, this happened. Dean saved you but he got hurt in the process.
“I-I’m sorry!” You apologized, on the brink of tears.
“You could’ve gotten one of us killed. I don’t think an apology is gonna make it up.” Dean turned around to face you. Sam was standing near the two of you in case he needed to interrupt anything...
“... I know I almost got one of you killed, it’s entirely my fault for it!” You yelled at him, already having tears fall down. Your legs soon