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
“Hmm,” you said not looking up from file you had in your lap.
“With what?” you said still looking at the file.
“With this,” you finally looked up to see Sam pointing at his hair. It was a mess, completly tangled and knotted. Half of it was waved and other half stuck out in gravity defying angles. You couldn’t help but laugh at how a pouf of hair could make someone as big as Sam look the complete opposite of intimidating.
“Don’t laugh this isn’t funny!” he said. “If I don’t fix this before Dean wakes up I’ll never hear the end of it.” He then walked over and knelt in front of you, faceplanting in your lap.
“Well maybe next time you’ll listen to me and wait for your hair to dry before you go to sleep,” you said running your hand through his matted hair.
“Help me I don’t know what
Setting: Before Season 9's finale! And in real life
Contains: Violence and cussing.
Important!!: You're actual name is the "actresses's" name and Amethyst (heheh) is the character you play. You are also 4'11 because that's my damn height so sucks to suck [I know it sucks doesn't it, shorty?] Oh shut it.
"Amethyst, I know you're in there. Please, snap out of it," Sammy pleaded. Currently, Amethyst was tied to a chair in the middle of a devil's trap. If you were too look on her chest (the same area as Sam and Dean with the anti-possession circle) you could notice that it wasn't fully made. Meaning, Amethyst was possessed by a demon. Dean stood behind Sam, letting him do the work.
"Oh, Sammy boy. She isn't strong enough you know," The demon in her laughed. She blinked showing her demon eyes and blinked again. Dean quickly walked over to Amethyst and grabbed her shou
Stark tower was peaceful; everyone was doing his or her own thing. No bad guys were trying to destroy the world today so it was the kind of day to relax but be prepared at a moments notice. You picked the living room as you personal space today usually it was your floor you stayed on and no one bothered you but today you needed somewhere different to let your imagination wonder. Reading was your main source of down time along with TV, video games, training, and your secret, drawing. No one knew about your talent in art, what was more ironic is that Tony had painting you had down a long time ago hanging by the bar. When you first came to the tower you spotted it and questioned Tony, he had told you Pepper was the one who picked it out and had him buy because it brought color to the room. Four years had gone by and still no one knew, you laughed at the thought. These days it was sketching in a sketchbook you could easily hide, if any of your ideas were good you redre
‘Dean, why don’t you just tell her?’ Sam asks.
‘Because I don’t want to be disappointed, you know what, maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut to you,’ Dean mumbled, clearly not happy. You frowned, you didn’t like it when Dean was unhappy.
‘Why won’t you tell her Dean?’ Sam asked, obviously confused. Something churned in your stomach, Dean was on about some girl, some girl that would never be you and that hurt.
‘What am I supposed to say Sammy? Oh hey, I love you, want to go out for dinner?’ Dean asked.
‘Well, yeah,’ Sam said.
‘She’d just say no, Sam. She thinks I’m some kind of womanizer,’ Dean said sadly.
You smiled fondly, it always made you laugh to watch Dean flirt, but it hurt when it
“I didn’t know you had a wife.”
Fury cringed at Tony’s voice. Of course, Tony was here. No one had notified him at all. “I don’t have a wife,” the director glowered at Tony. “Of course, of course. It’s just like Clint’s family,” Tony replied. Fury glowered at Tony. The millionaire snorted with amusement, “What? Did you steal someone kids?” Nick Fury glared even more heavily.
“I found her dumped under a park bench,” he looked up a Tony. Tony looked up sharply, his brown e
“Has anyone seen (y/n)?” Steve asked
“She’s not with you?” Clint responded.
“Well she isn’t with Bruce and I, we just came back up from the labs.” Tony sat on the couch as Bruce joined him.
“I have not seen Lady (y/n), could she be with Lady Pepper and Lady Natasha?” Thor said.
“My brother may be onto something there, (y/n) is quiet attached to those women.” Loki looked up from his book.
“Pepper is in Italy for a conference and Natasha is on mission for Director Coulson, mans it’s still weird calling him that.” Tony shook his head.
“I saw her in the elevator this morning but it looks like she was in a rush to get somewhere. I didn’t ask her anything.” Bucky said.
“I bumped into her right after that as I was walking into the lobby, she was in a big rush. I didn’t even get a ‘hello’ like I normally do.” Sam crossed his arms.
‘I need your help (y/n). Please,’ Dean sighed over the phone.
‘I’m sorry, it’s just not often that Dean Winchester asks for help, of course I’ll help, so what’s up?’ you asked him.
‘Sammy’s not well and I need some back up,’ Dean said, sounding worried.
‘I’ll be there in a few hours, don’t worry just look after Sam,’ you told him, your smile gone now.
‘Thanks (y/n); it’ll be nice to see you again.’
You and Dean were going to meet in the bar near to his motel. You got in your car and thought about your relationship with Dean. You had met when you were both naïve and young, it made you laugh to think of how arrogant and cocky you had both been about hunting.
You’d been hunting the same thing and bumped into each other, and neither of you wanted to assist the other; but when things got bad and lives were at stake
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
"Hey, (nickname) how was school today?" Dean asked as I stomp past him.
"Don't talk to me!" I spat.
I slam my bedroom door shut. I throw my bag across the room. I lean against my door and slide down it until I hit the rough carpet. I pull on the sleeves of my cardigan as the tears roll down my cheeks. I cover my face to muffle the sobs and cries.
This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Why me? Why did they choose me? What did I ever do to them? Why? Why?!
I push myself off the floor. I land on my desk and open up the laptop I had received as a birthday present from Sam so I could write up essays for classes. I wipe the water away with my sleeve. I log into my account. What is the point of me having this? I don't have any friends apart from a few classmates I talk to in a few classes; but at lunch and break, I'm alone.
I always sit on my own eating whatever org
That and that you had made many small deals with him over the years.
Looking back, that fact was probably the clincher for what had become one of the most explosive arguments you’d ever had with your little family. Dean had thrown a chair across the room causing it to smash against the door frame, not that you were really any better, as you had buried more than one of your knives hilt deep into the wall before you’d left.
Sam had had a horrified look on his face when Dean told you to- how was it that he put it- “Get the hell out of my sight you stupid lying bitch before I do something we’ll both regret!”
You had screamed back, “I didn’t lie, you just never asked! Besides I was leaving anyways. Who in the world would want to stick around someo
“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: 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
Dean's eyes snapped open, he zipped up and ran across out the door and ran down to Sam's room. He started to bang on the door. "Sam! Open the goddamn door!" He shouted, catching the attention of a few people in the hallway. Sam opened the door, he was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"It's like 3 am." Sam groaned out, sitting down on the couch. Dean and him had separate rooms because those were the only two rooms the motel had. It was either sleep on the same bed or rent separate rooms.
Dean rolled his eyes, "This is important." He paced around the room, he didn't know how to tell Sam that you were alive. So, he decided to be straightforward. "[Name]'s alive." He blurted out.
Sam sighed softly, "Dean... I know seeing her a few hours ago messed your hea
She enjoyed being home alone, especially when that mean't she could spend some quality time with her boyfriend.
They had moved to another town but in the previous town she had made friends with a boy in her school and they had grown close, soon beginning a relationship.
They moved towns, but not before she gave him her cellphone number and the name of the town they were disappearing to.
Her brothers were unaware of what she had done, but they were aware of her calling him in the evening to speak with him.
Now, James and (Y/N) were lying on the couch. His arms were wrapped around her securely, his head resting on her shoulder as they watched the moving pictures on screen. He lay a delicate kiss on her shoulder, his lips moving on her neck.
She smiled, sinking into his touch. She turned to face him, her lips resting on his. She moved her body to lie onto her back. His body hovered above hers. His lips attacked her, claiming her for his own.
She wrapped her arms aroun
Castiel glanced over at (y/n). Tilting his head to the side slightly after noticing her eyes didn't leave the book lying carefully in her lap.
He turned his attention back to the glowing lamp in front of him. The bulbous orbs shifting slowly inside the glass container.
(e/c) eyes flickered up from the words on the page to the handsome angel who crouched in front of the lava lamp. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as his crystal blue eyes followed the slow moving lava. His hand once again moved towards the lamp.
"Cas. I said no." Her voice was stern and drew his attention again. He retracted his hand and after a moment went back to gazing at the lamp.
She sighed inwardly. Not only was she stuck in this small motel room, but she had to babysit the angel, too. Not that it was all bad. He was usually very well behaved. This time, however, the room came equipped with a lav
“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
“Sooo, did Cas get any last night?” Dean said as he popped out of the bathroom, winking at the both of you but with a forced smile plastered on his face. You roll your eyes and got out of bed. “Why don’t I ever get my own room?
“Does it have to be a snowman?” You replied as Dean sighed heavily.
“Will you two shut up about that movie about the ice? It’s all you two have been talking about for days,” he stated as he turned on the car and began heading for the cemetery.
“You’re right Dean,” you said from your spot in the backseat. “It’s almost like we can’t--”
“Don’t you dare,” Dean interrupted.
“Let it go,” Sam finished. You and Sam started laughing and Dean just death glared his brother.
“Can we please just focus on the task at hand? There’s a body that needs burning and that doesn’t require ice puns,” Dean grumbled.
“Dean, it’s just a movie. You need to chill out,” you said trying not to laugh.