Hospital Confession |Steve x Reader|
Well, this was a bad plan.
You were sunk down into the grass and mud, leaning against an old tree that moaned and creaked from the loss of several limbs. The poor thing had been torn apart by the ambush in the wilds just beyond the Wakandan border, and as it just so happened, so were you.
While you weren’t missing anything important, like a hand or a leg, you suffered a heavy blow to the shoulder, and you were currently bleeding out on the ground.
You had lost contact with the rest of the team hours ago. You sucked your teeth, pressing back against the trunk of the poor old thing while you struggled to keep awake.
‘Steve’s gonna kill me if he finds out I croaked on him out here.’ You thought to yourself, fighting against the pull of sleep. Your jaw clenched, your hands curled into fists and caked with blood and dirt.
The savage assault came out of nowhere. Another ravenous group on the prowl for Wakanda’s greatest resource, and through the help of
True Family (Sam x Reader)(A/n)I wrote this like two weeks ago and posted it on Tumblr but totally forgot to put it here...sorry!
(A/N) This involves scenes from the season 14 premiere. If you like Mary Winchester you might not like it because I do not like her very much at all and this piece reflects that. Just warning you. But Sam’s in it so read for him lol Also I didn’t proof read because its 630 am and i’m tired.]
The door to the bunker opened with a groan. Out of habit you expected to met with silence and stillness. Instead you heard the clamor of hunters. You saw various people milling about here and there. It made you uneasy. It felt like a bunch of strangers had just taken over your home. You knew they were good people, or least you think you knew. You didn’t really know any of them personally. You hadn’t gotten the time too. A part of you felt guilty over it. These people had helped you and all you could think about was how they were constantly moving thing
Take Me Down (Dean x Reader)Sam looked up when he heard shouting. Across the yard he saw you storming out of the house with Bobby close at your heels.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going!” Bobby exclaimed.
“To get Dean back.”
“And how to you intend on making that happen?”
“I don’t know but I’ll figure it out! I’ll find some lore, a necromancer, something, but I’ll figure it out!”
“Get back in the damn house you’re being ridiculous!”
“What’s ridiculous is that its been almost two months and we aren’t one step closer to getting him back!” you yelled.
“He’s in Hell (y/n)! There is no getting him back!”
“Oh I’m gonna get him back. With or without your help.” Bobby grabbed at your arm but you pulled it away and kept stomping toward Sam to get to your car.
“C’mon kiddo just come back in the house and we can talk about it alright?” Bobby
John's Journal (Dean x Reader)September 3:
Dean met a girl today. Usually it’s nothing out of the ordinary but something’s different this time. I can tell. We found her out in the woods. We were hunting a Wendigo but she beat us to it. By the time we caught up to her she was already burning the damned thing. How she managed to do that singlehandedly I have no idea. She smiled at Dean and it was game over. He convinced her to have lunch with him and that boy has been in a daze since he got back. It took him two tries just to find the room we’ve been staying in for the past three days. We’re heading out at first light. Good thing too. If we stayed any longer he’d end up tripping over his own two feet.
Dean’s been at the bar across the street for hours. He’s not even drinking. He’s outside freezing his ass off on the payphone. He must have been hustling pool all day to have enough quarters to keep pumping into the thing. He’s talking to that girl again
It's Aesthetic: Supernatural x ReaderTheme: Selfish, Greedy, Distrustful
Always in each others sight. Refusing to turn your backs on one another. Two hunters dead. One civilian. Too many coincidences, too many excuses. Blood on your hands. Dirt under his nails. A hidden knife. A concealed gun. Nervous glances and suspicious eyes.Neither of you can prove it, but you both know its true. It was them. Nothing is straight forward. Conversations become mazes. Actions are cross examined. Motives are questioned. He’s not getting away this. It was her, I know it was. One of you won’t make it out alive.
Both lives on the line. One way out. Hushed words and refusals. We don’t trade lives. Promises are made. Pacts are forged. Both of us or neither of us. Minutes became days. Days become nights. The interrogations begin. Only silence. Days becomes weeks. More dramatic actions are taken. Cuts and screams. Hot irons and rusty chains. Bloody teeth and busted ribs. You haven’t seen the sun. He is str
It's Aesthetic: Supernatural x Reader Theme: Rain pouring down in sheets, but it’s the opposite of romantic
Slick boots pounding against the forest floor. Sticks snapping. The call of unfamiliar birds. The static rush of rain deafening. His heart pounding, chest heaving. Lungs burning as they fight for air. He yells out your name again. There’s a scream in response. Legs pumping with adrenaline. Fatigued muscles ready to snap. He can’t find you. He can hear you but he can’t find you. He can’t find you. He can’t find you.
He’s trapped. A metal casket with an unknown purpose buried in the ground. A small section of grey sky visible through bars. Kicking against steel. Chest tight as the walls seem to close in. An inch of pooling water growing as the rain intensifies. It covers his legs, his arms. When you find him his chest is submerged. A clanging sound as you hack at the lock with a shovel. Your words are calm, your hands shaking, movements
It's Aesthetic: Supernatural x ReaderTheme: Down in the Valley
The sun is high. The heat is blistering. You can’t remember what the date is. Your throats are raw, every breath shredding the sensitive muscle. There hasn’t been water for days. Was there ever water? You can’t remember what it tastes like. The back of his neck is blistered. His feet are bleeding inside his boots. He’s already hallucinated twice. You’ve started whispering to yourself. Unseen birds caw in the distance. The sand is a part of you now. The natives had spoken in hushed tones. Should we stop them? No the desert will take them.
They dance around a fire. Arms failing. Voices speaking in ancient tongues. The moon is high. It casts shadows on the canyon walls. Victims are tied to stakes. The air is filled with yelling and screams. Pleads of mercy. Vulgar insults. Attempts at reason. The leader emerges. The drums intensify. The followers frantic. The chanting grows louder. You take his hand. Theres
Burn, Baby Burn (Winchesters x Reader)Prompt:
“Yo, let’s go halfsies.”
“You can’t ‘go halfsies’ on a body!”
The full moon lit up the night sky, allowing you to see at least a few feet in front of you. Your arms were straining from pulling the dead werewolf into the woods and you were about ready to give up.
“Can we hang on for just a second?” You asked. “I’m pretty sure my rope burn as progressed to straight bleeding.
Sam and Dean stopped, each dropping the the limb they were pulling.
“This has got to be the biggest werewolf, like, in existence,” Dean said. “How sure are we this isn’t an alpha or something?”
“It’s not an alpha,” Sam said. “It’s just obnoxiously big.”
“Well that makes two of you,” you complained. Sam made a mocking gesture back at you.
“I wish we could have just left the body in the cabin,” Dean said.
“Yeah, but then when that family c
It's Aesthetic: Dean x ReaderTheme: Soft Morning
[listen to Seven Wonders by Fleetwood Mac for the full mood]
Dean was awoken by morning sunlight streaming in through the softly curtained windows. He burrowed deeper into the bed, the blankets warming his exposed skin. He became aware of your absence next to him and his eyes lazily drifted open. He found you in front of the small vanity next to the bed, wearing only an oversized hoodie over your underwear, your legs tucked under you. Stevie Nicks’ voice was gently singing from the record player across the room. Your makeup was fixed and you had decided to curl your hair. Dean watched as you carefully twisted your hair around the iron, the curl suddenly forming when your fingers released the ends. He turned on his stomach, wanting to get a better view of you. You saw him stir from the corner of your eye. “Let’s get pancakes.” He answered with a mmhmm and a smile. You kept curling your hair, singing along with
It's Aesthetic : Supernatural x ReaderTheme: Happy, Peaceful, Home
Dean: Sitting on the hood of the impala. Sipping milkshakes under the stars. Yours in strawberry. Dean’s is chocolate. Patsy Cline plays on the radio. The wind is cool against your face but the heat of summer still lingers in the air. Dean sings along to the radio. You’re somewhere in Nebraska, surrounded by sunflower fields. There hasn’t been a case for weeks. Dean laughs and your heart swells at the sound. It should always be like this.
Sam: The fire crackles and embers flash in the air before fading away. Time got away from you and the sun is already rising. Its light reflects off the lake. A busted radio plays old country songs. Sam’s arms are wrapped around you. He smiles and tells you about his favorite hunting trips. Your fingers fidget with the laces of his boots. Neither of you has slept for 2 days. You’ve never felt more at peace.
Cas: Your steps echo against cobblestone road
Balanced Breakfast (Sam x Reader)
Sam/“Do you really need all that candy?” requested by sylveongirl23
Sam shook his head as he watched you heave 3 large bags of candy on the checkout counter.
“You realize this was supposed to be a food run, right? Like for meals.”
“Yeah…. that’s why I got 3 bags. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner,” You said pointing at each bag.
“Those are literally the bags you get when you’re handing out candy on Halloween.”
“I know. And lucky for you, it’s not Halloween so they’re on sale. I saved you like 10 dollars, you’re welcome.” He shook his head at you again. “Hey, I didn’t say anything about your food did I? You literally bought a bag of lettuce. About 50 snide remarks passed through my head when you grabbed that bag, but did I say anything? No. You could at least give me the same courtesy.”
“Okay but my food is at leas