Thanks@cutiepiebean for requesting this! I hope you have a happy birthday/new years
Pairing: Crowley x reader
Pronouns: None
Summary: Crowley has been missing lately, and today being your birthday and New Years, you’re rightfully upset. Turn out he’s just been planning a celebration for you.
Warnings: Angst and anxiety in the beginning, mostly fluff, mentions of food
The house felt empty. It was too quiet. Crowley hadn’t been home very much in the past week or so. He’s a busy demon, frequently out and about making deals and running the underworld, but I had barely seen him at all lately. I had begun to wonder if he had lost interest in me. Maybe he had found another person that he liked more. Maybe that’s not true at all. Either way he had given no explanation of why he hadn’t been there. Especially today.
Today is New Years, which should be of less interest to Crowley because on top of that, today is my birthday. I had been waiting for him to walk through the door all morning. I had waited, mostly impatiently, for him to walk through that door, gifts in had and an apology at the ready. But it was already afternoon, and he had yet to appear. I hated this feeling. I attempted to lounge around and relax, but all I could feel was jealousy, and bitterness, and spite.
He let me dwell in those feeling before finally appearing in front of me a little before ten o'clock that night. His usually charming smirk made my skin itch, the emotions rising to the surface. He opened his mouth, likely in an attempt to slyly and sweetly greet me. I beat him to it.
“You’ve been gone all week. You gave me no information, no heads up, no nothing as to why you weren’t here.” My breathing was purposefully slow, voice carefully articulated. “My birthday is today. New Years is today. Yet you’ve been missing anyway. I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but you better be sorry.”
Crowley’s eyes widened quickly before he tilted his head downward. He kneeled on the ground in front of my chair, hand coming to softly grasp my chin.
“I know. I haven’t been particularly good about keeping you updated on where I’ve been, but I didn’t know what I could tell you. I am so sorry, truly,” Crowley smiled gently, eyes full of tender love. “I’ve been planning something for your birthday, for New Years. I didn’t intend to leave you by yourself so much, but this took a lot of planning. I love you, darling. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I love him too, but I was still emotional and upset at him. My face was blank, if not mildly unamused. At least I had an explanation now. His gentle smile turned into a gentle frown before lighting up again. He had an idea, apparently. His hands moved from my face down to my sides. He smirked before he began to rapidly move them, tickling me.
“Come on love, give me a smile, won’t you?” He laughed at my poor attempt to sit still.
“Ok! Ok! Stop!”
His hands ceased.
“I love you, but you also hurt me. A simple apology isn’t going to make everything better.”
“Of course not. I want to show you what I’ve been working on.” He stood and extended his hand towards me, an invitation for me to grab hold. “I spruced up that extra apartment I own, just for you.”
The demon took me to his apartment, and when he had said “spruced up,” he should have said “completely decked out.” There were string lights lining the ceilings, food covering the kitchen counters, soft pillows and blankets covering the bed, and several gifts set out on the table. Any resentment still left in me settled and melted away. Crowley wasn’t known to be the sentimental, caring type. He was typically cruel and sharp to most people. Yet for me, he would do anything. He tried his best to treat me well, and even though it didn’t always work, I love him for trying.
“Happy birthday, darling.” He gripped my hands in his. “I’m sorry I screw up so much.”
“Thank you. I know you try.” My smile shifted to a smirk. “I’m just glad you weren’t cheating on me.”
“I’d be dead if I did. Besides, I would never.” He stepped further into the room. “Where should we start?”
We spent the night celebrating, eating and drinking as we bantered. Midnight neared faster than it should have.
Requested by anon: Sam and Dean return back to the bunker after a hunt, were they had to kill a witch, and the reader is waiting for them- they’ve been gone for a few days and they’re anxious. When she see’s Sam she immediately kisses him (they’re dating), however what she doesn’t know is that the witch cursed the boys and they’ve switched bodies. So, she’s kissing Dean not Sam.
Warnings: It’s shitty.
Word count: 768
A/N: I haven’t watched Supernatural in at least two years, so I’M SORRY. I literally felt as if I was learning how to ride a bike or something like that cuz this is no longer me. :( So I hope it doesn’t suck that much. I’m sorry for ripping that request apart. I really tried my best.
Enjoy, I guess.
The loud roar from the Impala followed by a short silence announced the return of the Winchesters to the bunker. They had been out on a witch hunt that had apparently succeeded and know it was their time to rest – that is only IF they decided to rest.
(Y/N) had anxiously waited for them to come back. Specifically, she had been waiting for Sam.
She headed outside, not being able to wait for them to come inside, and ran straight towards Sam. He had been taking their bags out of the trunk when he got tackled by his girlfriend.
Without hesitation, (Y/N) puckered up and kissed him as if it had been years since she’d seen him – a habit she had acquired a long time ago. Sam, however, did not respond as she expected.
His lips remained still and his eyes widened. He held her tightly and pushed her away.
Dean followed quickly, holding (Y/N) softly from behind while Sam got up.
“I’m sorry,” he said. His puppy eyed mode was suddenly on.
“What?” (Y/N) panicked. “What is going on?”
Dean swallowed loudly and looked at (Y/N) for a second before looking directly to his brother. Sam hesitated, not knowing how to say what he meant to say.
“Oh my God, I knew it!” (Y/N) spoke. Her eyes were wide and full of shock.
“You do?” Sam asked, feeling a sudden relief. “Thank God, I thought this would be harder but if you know…”
“Yeah, it’s better that way,” Dean nodded and let go off (Y/N)’s arms.
“I should’ve known before, you don’t act like yourself and…” (Y/N) continued.
“Yes! I know!” Sam cheered, “See? I knew you would get it.”
Of course she got it. Sam hadn’t been the same ever since Castiel left. She didn’t think it would affect him as much as it would affect Dean, but truth was Sam did feel terribly after he left.
She had tried to be a good companion, she had tried to help Sam feel supported, she had really tried her best. Maybe it wasn’t enough.
The Winchesters always acted like that. If one friend left them, then they didn’t want any friend at all… Maybe Sam was feeling like she would leave too, just like Castiel, in spite of loving him.
She loved him. She really loved him and Sam was probably thinking she didn’t and so he was breaking up with her.
“Fine,” she said. Her head was now clear. “I… I tried my best, but I respect your choice.”
Sam suddenly looked even more confused.
“I will go and pack my stuff,” she said. “You are a good man, Sam,” she patted her shoulder and went back inside. Neither of the Winchesters followed her, they were gobsmacked and unable to even walk.
She went inside her shared room with Sam, refusing to shed a single tear in front of them, and took out her backpack from the closet.
How could she pack so many memories in just one backpack? She had built her home next to Sam and now…
Sam and Dean stormed inside the room.
“It’s not what you think it is!” Dean yelled, calling (Y/N)’s attention.
“What?” (Y/N) shrugged.
“You think that I… That Sam is breaking up with you, right?” Dean stuttered.
“Well, obviously, because…”
“He’s not.” Dean interrupted and cleared his throat. “I’m not.”
“What?”
“(Y/N),” Sam spoke, “I’m not Sam.”
“What do you mean?” (Y/N) stepped back.
“I am,” Dean stated.
(Y/N) stared at them in shock and then burst in laughter.
“The witch we killed cursed us as she died…” Dean continued to explain, “so now I’m Sam and he’s Dean, but me Sam is he Dean and he Dean is me Sam…”
“So… I kissed Dean?” (Y/N) inquired.
“Yes.”
“Dean in Sam’s body?”
“Yes.”
“That’s just…” (Y/N) shrugged in disgust. “So we’re not breaking up?”
“No, I would never,” Dean (Sam) shook his head and gave her his best Dean dreamy eyes.
“Oh, thank God!” She threw herself once more into his arms… Except those were Dean’s arms, and sighed.
Sam, in Dean’s body, kissed her passionately while Dean, in Sam’s body, just stared in awe. He always wondered how he’d look like with (Y/N). Not that liked her, it was just for funsies.
(Y/N) pulled away.
“This is too weird…” She said, “We must fix this.”
Both brothers agreed.
One call and thirty minutes later, the Winchesters were all set. It was not a hard curse to cast, therefore not a hard curse to remove.
“So (Y/N),” Dean inquired during dinner, “who’s a better kisser: me or Sam?”
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“Y/N, Dean is gone, and he’s not coming back. We’ve tried everything, crossroads demons, witches, all of it. Nothing worked”
Sam placed himself on the motel bed, his head falling into his hands with his fingers running through his hair, which he hadn’t cut in who knows how long.
“Sam there has to be something else, something we haven’t tried, a spell or-”
Sam rose from his place on the bed where he’d only sat a moment and strides across the room toward you, standing in front of you in a matter of seconds.
You always knew Sam was tall, but right now, him standing in front of you, you felt shorter than you ever had.
“Y/N, stop. We’re both exhausted, and we’ve exhausted all of our options. Dean didn’t want us to try and bring him back, and maybe this is our final sign. A sign telling us that we need to move on. Y/N, we need to move forward.”
“Sam I don’t know how, I-”
Before you knew what was happening Sam’s hand wrapped around your waist bringing you closer to him, so close your lips were barely an inch away from each other
“With me. Y/N, move forward with me.”
his other hand made it’s way to your cheek, his thumb moving in circles on your soft skin
“Sam, I don’t know how”
he removed the space between your lips
“I’ll show you”
then his lips were on yours, moving slowly at first until you both sped up the pace and moved towards the hard hotel mattress shrouded in its dusty sheets
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You felt warmth coming through the windows, and cascading across your body and the motel room.
You also felt something warm across your torso, not letting you leave your spot under the covers.
Dean was gone, so it couldn’t be his arm around you.
you turned over under the weight of the limb and saw the other Winchester,
You placed your shotgun next to the dozen or so rocksalt rounds in your duffle bag and wandered into the bathroom to grab your toiletries bag.
you reached out for the cabinet door above the sink grabbing onto the rusty handle and pulling it open. you had your fingers wrapped around your toothbrush when the atmosphere changed and you felt a presence behind you.
figuring it was just Dean walking into your shared room you turned around, but your boyfriend’ s face was not who you encountered.
instead you were nose to nose with a certain angel in his classic trench coat.
you jumped back almost falling on top of the sink covered in Dean’ s colognes and your hair products.
“Holy shit Cas, you gave me a heart attack, maybe next time clear your throat or announce yourself or something”
Cas took a step back smoothing out his trench coat and playing with his hands, he didn’t say anything, he just stood there, his blue eyes staring into your concerned and confused ones.
“Are you okay Cas?”
he opened his mouth a few times as though words would roll off his tongue, but it wasn’t until the third or fourth time that they finally did
“Y/N, we have to talk about something, it’s really important”
You passed around him walking back into the bedroom, he followed in tow standing on the wall opposite of where you went and sat on the bed.
“Okay, does this have to do with Dean and Michael? Because Michael is gone forever, we don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
Cas bounced on the balls of his feet, he definitely didn’t want to have this conversation, you could tell.
“In heaven there’s a book that lists each couple in the world that must end up together, John Winchester and Mary Campbell were in it as the number one priority, and that came to be as you well know. When the top priority is finished the next in line moves up. Well Y/N, you.. uh.. you’re”
you had no idea where the angel was going with this, and you didn’t understand what this book had to do with you.
“Cas just spit it out, what are you talking about?”
Castiel stood up straight walking away from the wall he was leaning against amd moving toward you.
“The number one priority in the book is now Y/N L/N and Castiel, angel of the lord.”
everything went numb, you saw Cas standing in front of you but you couldn’t even look look into his ocean eyes because you were drowning in your own type of sea.
Sam dabbed the washcloth on the large gash on your cheek once again.
“Well maybe if you had stayed behind me like I said”
You sighed and pushed his hand away from your face
“Sam, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. I don’t need to stand behind you waiting for you to kill everything while I do nothing. I don’t understand why you always feel the need to protect me, I-”
“Boys, I see you’ve met my daughter, Y/N.” You stood there unable to move, you didn’t know what to say or do. you had never found the right moment to tell them. both boys looked over at you but you couldn’t bear to look back and see the disappointment and anger on their faces “Oh, you didn’t know, did you? She never even told you? That’s just like my Y/N, she was always the good one in the family, always the one who wanted to help people.” he spit out the last part with disgust “I never meant-” but your father cut you off before you could give an explanation to the boys “Don’t trouble them with your problems dear, they have enough of their own. They have to deal with me,”
You were standing in the middle of the gym, streamers hanging on the walls and ceiling, music playing loudly, and girls and guys dressed up for what should be one of the best nights of a high schooler’s life.
You were still waiting for your date to arrive. A new kid, Dean Winchester, had moved to town a few months ago and ended up asking you to prom.
But here you were alone at prom
He never showed up
-End of Flashback-
You turned the corner in the abandoned building walking toward a brightly lit room where you heard voices
you had your gun up ready to fight whatever came, but you weren’t expecting what you saw next.
“Dean we can’t just come in here Half-assing our plan, there are still at least 20 more werewolves that will come back”
You walked in the room gun still drawn
“Actually there are more like 30 werewolves”
Two men spun around to come face to face with your gun
But before you could say anything time seemed to stop. you made eye contact with one of the men
his green eyes meeting yours
“Y/N?”
“Dean?”
Sam looked between the two of you
“Am I missing something here?”
“Sam, this is Y/N, I met her at one of the high schools dad threw us in up in New York and-”
One second you were sitting in the library of the bunker and the next you were lying on the floor in a brightly lit room. You looked around and took in the environment, you recognized this room, it was where Zachariah zapped Dean during the apocalypse.
“Y/N, how wonderful to see you!”
you lifted yourself off the floor and came face to face with Zachariah himself
“What do you want you winged dick?”
Zachariah stepped forward and pulled you the rest of the way off the floor by your bicep.
“Y/N is that any way to treat your future brother in law?”
you laughed out loud and pushed his hand off of you.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
the angel snapped his fingers and a familiar face appeared in the room
“You know Castiel, don’t you?”
Castiel walked over to you seeing the worried look across your features.
“Y/N, Castiel, you two are going to be married.”
you and Cas both spoke up with a duet of “What?” and “I don’t understand”
“You see, in order to unite heaven and earth we see a marriage as the perfect remedy, and who better than the angel leader Castiel and one of the most famous hunters, Y/N Y/L/N?”
“We are not going to get married just because some douchebag with wings says so.” You started stepping toward Zachariah when you felt a hand on your shoulder, Cas.
“Well if you don’t follow this order, I will hurt everyone you love, Sam, Dean, if they matter in any way to you, consider them dead.”
Zachariah opened his palm toward Castiel and gave him the object he was holding
Sam looked up from the motel bed he was sitting on where he had his nose buried in a book.
“No, last I saw you took it out when we stopped at the gas station”
shit.
you had stopped in North Dakota on the way back home, and you were freezing your ass off, so you had taken it out of the car to grab a sweatshirt. You sat it down on the ground next to baby’s tire and never put it back.
“shit, I left it in North Dakota at that gas station.”
Sam closed his book and started to get concerned
“Was there anything important in there?”
you shook your head, “No, just some clothes, salt, matches, nothing worth getting upset over.”
Sam got off the bed and walked over to his duffle, he pulled out a neatly folded piece of fabric that you soon realized was one of his flannels.
“Here, you can sleep in this tonight, and we’ll be home tomorrow so you can get your normal clothes then.”
He handed you the flannel and your hands met his for just a brief moment before you took it.
“Thanks Sam”
You climbed out of the tiny motel shower and the room was filled with steam. You rung all the water out of your hair before throwing it up in a bun and drying yourself off.
You threw on Sam’s flannel, luckily it was long enough on you that it covered everything, and went into the bedroom area where Sam was once again reading his book.
Sam looked up through the hair that had fallen over his eyes and saw you in his flannel, and damn did you look good, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you
“Well you must be the famous Winchesters I’ve heard so much about, What are you doing in New York?”
The taller one, who you assumed was Sam, was the first to speak up.
“Yeah, I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.”
They were not the only people in the room though, there was another man behind the brothers. He was shorter than the famous hunters, but he had the most piercing blue eyes.
“Well it’s an honor to meet you, Im Y/N Y/L/N, and I only knew of 2 Winchester brothers, I didn’t know there was a third.”
Both of the boys turned to look at the blue eyed man.
“I want to hunt Dean, I want to stay with you and Sam and help!”
Dean stepped out of baby and opened the trunk to grab your bag.
“I know, but you need to have a normal life Y/N, and that’s something Jody can give you.”
Dean handed you your bag just as another car pulled up into the empty gravel parking lot. A woman with a brunette pixie cut stepped out of the driver’s seat.
You both answered at the same time which did not work out well
“November”
“August”
you both looked at each other
“darling November is the perfect month for a wedding, theres falling leaves, warm colors, and-”
sam cut you off before you could continue
“that’s lovely dear, but August is warm, and perfect to find great venues.”
The old lady you were talking to at the party laughed
“oh you’re so young, I believe me and my first husband had an August wedding… or was it my third husband.”
she laughed again and you both joined her.
“Well me and my fiancee should go and talk to Mr.Allen about the new science he’s developing, our company is very interested. but it was wonderful to meet you Mrs.Puth.”
you and Sam made your way across the room
“listen, if we’re gonna go with this whole engaged thing, we need to get our story straight.”
Sam pulled you In closer wrapping his arm around your waist
Warnings: failed attempt at seduction, adorably confused angels
Words: 732
Prompts Used (found here, credit to @writing-prompts-list ): Who plays or tries to play the piano, and who climbs on the piano and tries to lay “seductively” on top
It wasn’t very often that you got the bunker to yourself. You spent most days with the Winchesters hunting or looking for information on the villain of the week, and the occasional off day had you more or less babysitting the boys to keep them out of trouble. For once, however, they had left you to your own devices and you fully intended to take advantage of it.
Of the many, many rooms of the bunker, your favorite was the one with the spotless white piano. The first time you guys stumbled upon it you had to excuse yourself so they didn’t see the tears it inspired. Seeing it made you think of your mother and all the time the two of you had spent together in her music room, before she was dragged away by ghouls when you were twelve. Each note felt like a beautiful homage to her and it had always been one of your biggest regrets that you couldn’t play more for her.
As your fingers danced across the keys to the tune of “Sixteen Going on Seventeen”, you heard the distinctive rustle of feathers as your favorite angel appeared next to you. He glanced at you curiously and opened his mouth to say something, but he must have remembered past scoldings from you and stayed quiet until the last note rang through the air.
“Hey Castiel, how are you?” You turned gracefully on the bench and smiled warmly at him.
“Hello.” He returned your grin, his blue eyes shining. “I am well, and you?”
“Very well,” Hesitating, you added quietly, “I missed you though, Cas.”
It took the angel a second to respond, a little concerned about how fast his vessel’s heart was beating. He swallowed thickly before answering just as softly.
“I missed you too… Very much so. I thought of you often.”
You two just sat there staring at each other with goofy smiles for a few seconds before you glanced back down at the piano, already missing the music.
“Would you like me to play you something?” You gestured to the keys as his brows furrowed. “I have a lot of different sheet music if you’d like to pick something out too.”
He nodded carefully, still eyeing the piano as you got up to look through your books in the desk behind you. Dean had once made him watch a movie where, in a particular scene, a woman had climbed up atop it while a man played it. The man seemed to be very interested in the movement for some reason, he had noted, so much so that he had kissed the woman senseless right there. He asked Dean what it was about the musical box that made the woman so attractive, but Dean had just laughed at him.
You trailed your fingers across spine after spine of music collection until you stumbled upon one with hits of the 80’s. Covering a mouth to hide a giggle at your own silliness, you pulled out the sheet music for “Angel of the Morning”, thinking he’d appreciate the joke. You paused for a second considering how the song was kind of romantic, but then again you and Castiel had always been a little more romantic than platonic… Maybe the nudge wouldn’t hurt. Turning around to tell him what you chose, your voice died in your throat and you froze as you took in the scene before you.
Castiel had swung himself on top of the piano somehow, the edges of his trench coat trailing over the sides. He laid on his back with one leg bent up, his foot popping up on the heel. He had one hand awkwardly twisted back so it was curled into his own hair. The other flopped to the side and hit a few keys on the way down. It took you a few seconds of watching him do an awkward twisting motion for you to realize he was attempting to arch his back up off of the wood in, what you would guess to be, a sexual motion. Cas glanced pleadingly at you, as if asking for your thoughts. You just kept staring, open-mouthed and completely silent thanks to the spectacle before you.
“Hmm… This did not work like I thought it would.” He looked very genuinely disappointed for a moment. “Perhaps those heeled shoes she wore would have helped.”
The reader is terrified of thunderstorms and finds herself stuck home alone.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 718
Warnings: none ! mention of a knife but do you need a warning for that, dean is really just a thoughtful son of a bitch and i need someone like him in my life
A/N:I KNOW IVE BEEN GONE im sorry but im trying to get back on my writing bullshit and here i am pls enjoy this little tiny itty bitty drabble that i conjured out of thin air in the library instead of reading for my philosophy class <3
Lightning flashed, casting eerie shadows across your bedroom. You shuddered as thunder shook the house, pulling your covers closer to your trembling body.
“Calm down, Y/N. It’s just a storm,” you berated yourself. “You’ve killed demons and ghosts, but you can’t handle a little bit of thunder?” You wanted to laugh, but you couldn’t, because it was true. You were terrified.
You were sure it stemmed from some traumatic event from your childhood that your mind had oh-so-conveniently blocked out over the years, but unfortunately, that didn’t stop you from almost crying out in fear with every roar of thunder. Usually, this wasn’t a problem because you were with the Winchester brothers, but you had sprained your ankle running through the woods during the last hunt, and you were currently sidelined, patiently waiting for them to return from their simple salt and burn over in the next state.
Dean had called earlier, informing you that they had finished and were going to wait out the storm before returning. Too embarrassed to ask him to drive back immediately so you wouldn’t be alone with the thunder, you gave him a shaky, “Okay,” and wished them a good night. But that was over four hours ago, and now it was nearly two o’clock and you desperately wished for a strong, comforting Winchester to cuddle with— Sam or Dean, either would work just fine.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, humming Metallica— a coping mechanism Dean had taught you years before— with no avail. You longed for the night to pass quickly, but it was clear that you would spend the rest of the night anxiously waiting for the next lightning strike followed by rumbling thunder.
You squeezed your eyes shut the next time it happened, giving into the urge to dive fully under the thick blankets. Your heartbeat had just begun to slow when your stomach dropped when the corner of your bed dipped. You froze, slowly sliding your hand to grip the dagger underneath your pillow. When something clasped around your ankle, you popped out from under the blanket, slicing your blade through the air towards the direction of your attacker. You would’ve met your mark too, if it weren’t for the warm hand that grabbed your wrist, deflecting your attack.
“Woah there sweetheart. You could take someone’s eye out,” Dean exclaimed, and your body shook from the adrenaline, fear, and growing fury.
“Dean! You scared the shit out of me! What the hell were you doing?” You placed your knife on the table next to your bed, flicking the lamp on before harshly smacking the man with a pillow.
“A simple ‘thank you’ would’ve sufficed,” he grumbled.
“Thank you?” You asked, incredulously. “Thank you for what? Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night, or ominously grabbing my ankle?” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“I thought you would’ve been happy to have some company, but I didn’t know if you were sleeping or not,” he said, his eyes lowering, and you softened at his words.
“Thank you for being here, but you should’ve known I was going to come at you with a knife. Youwere the one who taught me how to do that in the first place,” you recalled, and he rolled his eyes.
“I didn’t drive all this way to be abused and lectured.” He gave you a look. You sighed, and then had a startling realization that he was here. Dean was here.
“Why are you here? I thought you guys were spending the night in Nebraska,” you questioned.
“I didn’t feel right,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck in a way that you knew signaled his nervousness. “You hate thunderstorms and we were just going to leave you here alone?” The back of your throat tightened and you rapidly blinked away tears that quickly formed.
“You drove all that way,” you swallowed thickly, “for me?” He nodded solemnly, and your heart burst at the thought of him being worried to the point where he drove back in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm. You threw your arms around him, pulling him tightly against you.
“Thank you,” you whispered into the crook of his neck, and he squeezed you.
A/N: This belongs to Day 2 of my 300 Followers Celebration and my 5 Years Celebration! Thanks so much for reading
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Thanks for reading <3
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You didn’t even take the time to park your car properly, running out of it the second you arrived at the Singer property to reach the front door as fast as you could.
Two hours ago you had received a call from Bobby, Sam was back from hell and Dean was with him again, so you packed your things and you left the crappy motel room you were staying in since your last hunt.
They probably were waiting for you or maybe they just heard all the noise you made because a second before you reached the door, it flew open and Dean was there with open arms ready to welcome you home.
It had been difficult after he left you and went to Lisa but you couldn’t blame him, she represented everything he ever wanted, a nice white picket fence home, a steady life and more importantly, no monsters and as his best friend it was your duty to support him through thick and thin, if he was happy you were too.
“You’re here” he whispered, a hand wrapped around your waist and the other one at the back of your head pressing you closer to him, a small kiss left in your temple.
“I’m here” you answered taking in his presence and how much you had missed him. “You’re back, Sam’s back, how did it happened?”
“It’s a long story, come say hi” he said reluctantly letting you go but still holding onto your hand as he guided you to the living room.
“Sam!” you exclaimed as he went to greet you, a small hug letting you know he really was there, your hand still in Dean’s making it a little difficult but after all the time apart neither one of you was ready to let go again.
