Dean helped Bobby track down Sam, as you tried to get caught up on what you had missed over the months you were down below. Finally, Dean and Bobby had found him and had made the decision to leave bright and early in the morning. “Y/N.” Bobby caught your attention and you turned to look at him. “Get some rest tonight, kid. Okay?”
“I will, Bobby. See you in the morning.” With a sad smirk he went to his room and left you and Dean in the living room.
“You okay?”
You nodded. “Are you?”
“I don’t know. Physically, I’m great. But all I can think about is what happened, how we got back, and what Sam did to get us here.”
“I know,” you knew what he was going through all too well. “Just try not to kill him before we get to say ‘Hi.’”
He nodded, looking down at his feet. “I don’t think we should tell Sammy that we remember.”
“Of course not,” you agreed. “He doesn’t need to know what went on down there, Dean. He doesn’t need to live with knowing what hell is like and he definitely doesn’t need the mental image of us in his head.”
“Y/N-”
“Stop,” you raised a hand. “You have nothing to apologize for, Dean. We’ve been through this how many times while we were down there? I asked to be with you. I asked you to do what you did, and I don’t regret it. I never will. So don’t apologize.”
He nodded to himself before standing up and heading towards the stairs. “Let’s get some shut eye before the drive tomorrow.”
******
The three of you walked the halls of the run down motel until you got to the end of the hall. Dean knocked and was shocked to be greeted by a pantless woman. “Well…where is it?”
“What?”
“The pizza?”
“Sorry, I think we have the wrong room.” Just as Dean finished speaking, Sam walked into the room and looked hard at you and Dean. After excusing the woman out of the room, you, Dean, and Bobby walked in.
Just like you predicted, Sam tried to get the jump on Dean before Bobby could step in. “It’s him, Sam. It’s really him. I checked.”
After hugging his brother for a long time, Sam let him go and pulled you in for a bear hug. “You guys are both back? How?”
“You tell us, bone head. What did you do,” you questioned him?”
“Me? I didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t give me that,” Dean growled.
“It’s true! I tried everything. I tried spells, summonings, I tried to sell my soul but nothing worked. No demon would take it.”
“If you didn’t get us out….then what did?” The guys all looked at you with no ideas between them.
Based on a prompt I saw on Pinterest. Based between season 3 and 4.
Intense pain.
That was the last thing you registered as your life was taken from you by the demons who jumped you. It was also the first thing you registered as you woke up. You were surrounded by uncomfortable fiery heat that made your skin burn slowly. You were in hell, you knew that much; but you didn’t know why.
You looked at the demon that walked into the room. You got ready to fight but realized you were chains against the stone wall. “What do you want you soulless bitch?”
“Such a mouth on you,” they sneered. “I like it.”
“Why am I here? I lived a good life. I protected the innocent, I don’t deserve to be here.”
“I thought you and Sammy were supposed to be the smart ones.” You weren’t following. “You’re not being punished. You’re the punishment.” Your heart sank. “Killing you and dragging you down here was very challenging. We had to pull a lot of strings and distract a lot of reapers and spirit guides. But when I bring Dean in here,” the demon took a long happy and relaxed breath. “Oh, I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it.”
“Leave him out of this.” It’s only been four weeks since his death, but you couldn’t imagine what they’d put him through in that time. Now they’d stooped so low as to kill you to exact revenge on him.
“It’s too late for that sweet Y/N.” She looked over her shoulder and yelled, “Bring him in.”
Escorted by two other black eyed meat suits, Dean walked tensely into the room. The second his eyes landed on you his eyes snapped back to the demon. “You bitch, you’ve gone too far. I’ve had enough of your damn tricks.”
“Not a trick, Dean-O. Go ahead, look at her face and tell me if you see a demon in disguise.”
Frantically and nervously he looked back to you. When he realized your face was indeed your face he neared you and raised a shaking hand to your cheek. “Y/N?” His voice broke, “What are you doing here?”
“We ran out of ice cream,” you sadly smiled. He knew you always had to have ice cream wherever you were. “I went to the store and they jumped me. About 8 of them and….now I’m here.”
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
“But she is, Dean. And you know what that means.”
“Shove it. I’m not doing anything. Not to Y/N.”
“What’s he talking about, Dean?”
The demon grinned. “Why don’t I give you a little time to talk things over. You can tell her everything you’ve been up to.” As soon as the door shut Dean tried to get your cuffs off with no results.
“You shouldn’t be here, Y/N. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”
“Dean.” You stopped him. “Stop and look at me. Just let me look at you.” Reluctantly he listened. “I missed you so much.”
“You’re all I think about down here, Baby. How long has it been? You haven’t aged a day.”
Concern for him hit you harder. “Dean. It’s only been a month.”
“What? Just a month?”
“How long has it been down here?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer.
“Ten years. That’s how long it’s been down here. They have me doing awful things, Y/N. You need to hear it from me before they tell you.”
“Like what?”
“They have me torturing souls. I- I didn’t want to. But it was me or them, Y/N and the things they were doing to me were 10 times worse than what I did to them. It’s the only way,” he was speaking frantically.
“Dean,” you snapped him out of it. You were cut off by the door opening and the demon walking back in. “Are you ready Dean?”
“Ready for what?”
“To work on your little girlfriend.” The henchman wheeled in a cart of knife and instruments of pain.
“Go to hell.”
“I’m already there, Baby. Here are your options, Dean. You do your turkey carving on your little girlfriend here, or I’ll send you pack to the pit and I’ll send her to our best torturer. Well, 2nd best now.”
“I’m not touch-”
“He will do it,” you spoke for him.
“Y/N, no.”
“Listen to me. I’m not letting you go back there. And I’d rather spend eternity in hell with you in pain, then not seeing you at all. This is the best thing for both of us, Dean. Please. I can take it.”
******
You woke up in a small dark box, weak and struggling to breath. You attempted to break your way out of the box but were too tired to bust it open. Just as the will left your body the sunlight broke through and Dean’s face greeted you from the other side. “Y/N? Are you ok? I heard you trying to get out.”
“Dean? Wh-what is this?” He pulled you out of the hole and you saw the crosses that marked what you assumed were your graves. “Are we-”
“Alive. Yeah, I think so. We have to find Sammy. If he did something dumb, I’ll kill him.” You leaned on him for support as you walked your way to civilization.”
******
Bobby watched you from across the room. You sat looking out the window with a blanket wrapped around your body as tight as possible. Your blank stare had been aimed out of the window for hours. “What happened down there, Dean?”
“Bobby…,” he trailed. His voice shook and tears pricked his eyes as he looked at you and looked at his feet. “They made me do things to her. It was decades. They made me to things; things that I worried would happen to her when I was alive. They made me do those things to her down there. Y/N insisted I be the one to do it, so we could at least be in hell together. She kept saying she was alright, that she could take it, Bobby. But every time a drop of blood spilled from her a part of my soul died. I don’t know how she can look at me after everything I did. I don’t know how after every session she still managed to smile and tell me she loved me, but she did. And I’m so scared that now that we are back she’s going to look at me and realize I’m the monster that ruined her down there.”
Bobby’s heart broke looking at you and hearing what had happened to you both in those four months on Earth. “Son,” he struggled to find the word. “You two are back now, and that’s what matters. We’re going to find Sam, and we are going to get to the bottom of this.”
Hi sorry to bother you! But I was wondering if you could maybe do like a winchester x sister reader or just an x reader imagine based on them having type 1 diabetes as you never really see much of them around tumblr or other fanfic websites? You really don’t have to its just that I really like your imagines?
AN: I went purely off of what information I could find on the information so don’t hate me too much if it’s inaccurate.
You got back in the car and buckled up. “Finally ready to hit the road?”
“Stop being dramatic, Dean. Sorry I require a bathroom and can’t pee in a bottle like you two numb skulls.”
“Hey,” Sam exclaimed!
“Sorry Sam, but it had to be said.”
“It’s just you take so much time out of our drives with your bathroom breaks, woman!”
“One, unless you want to get me a funnel to pee in back here and risk your precious interior, there’s nothing you can do. And two, you know I can’t help it.”
Having type 1 diabetes, you were prone to having to use the bathroom. With how thirsty you had been today you were surprised you were doing as good as you were. Three hours later you three were in the motel sharpening your weapons for the night. “Y/N, you need to eat before we leave. Be sure to take your insulin too.”
“Can’t have you losing your vision or anything in the middle of this hunt,” Dean added.
“Thanks Moms.”
“Not your Mom, we’re your brothers and it’s our job to keep you alive and as healthy as possible in this freaking line of work,” your oldest brother grumbled.
“Which I thank you for, but I’ve been managing this for years. I think you guys forget sometimes that I know how to take care of myself.”
“We don’t forget. We just…help,” Sam shrugged.
******
You drug your feet into the motel room and slumped onto the bed. “You alright, kiddo? Didn’t get clipped or anything did you?”
“No, I’m just tired.”
“Did you take insulin before the hunt? Do you need more,” Sam feverishly asked?
“I’m fine, I checked everything before and after the hunt. I’m just tired. That happens when you only get 4 hours of sleep for two days.”
“You get first dibs on the shower then,” Dean told you. “Clean up and get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow.”
Dean never offered up first dibs on the shower. He was always hogging the hot water, so you jumped at the chance. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
You had just closed and locked the door when you heard Dean yell. “Hey, wait a minute. Did you just play the pity card?”
AN: Writing Prompt : “He stared at the bodies on the ground, at the girl covered in blood. “You’re late,” she said.””
Dean and Sam had their guns drawn as they stalked through the house. With the main floor clear, they descended the stairs. As the landed on the ground, they heard a thud coming from the left. They rounded the basement corner and raised their guns, ready to fire as they entered.
Dean entered and stared at the bodies on the ground, at the girl covered in blood. She narrowed her eyes and stood up. “You’re late.” She took the machetes in her hand and wiped them on her already bloody pants.
He and Sam scanned the bodies and counted the six that laid dead on the ground. “You took on all six yourself?” Sam said awestruck.
“No, I had my fairy godmother cover my back,” you exhaustedly replied.
“I told you to wait until we got here,” Dean sulked.
“Well I thought you were going to be here two hours ago. Sunset came and you never showed. I couldn’t let them move on and risk them killing more while we tracked them from scratch.”
“Y/N,” he said sternly.
“Don’t give me that, Dean. Obviously,” you gestured to the bodies around you, “I can hold my own. Come on, I need a shower. And I need to burn these clothes.”
******
After being in the shower for what must have been an hour, you emerged without crusted blood covering you. After all the scrubbing you were sure you were without skin as well. When you entered the shared motel room you saw Dean sitting with a scowl on the bed. You took in his anxious state and walked towards your bag. “Where’s Sam?”
“Went out for food.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” He tried to relax and sat back on the bed.
“Dean, I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying. What’s going on?”
“You went into that nest by yourself, Y/N.”
“Yeah, that’s my job.”
“You know what I mean,” he scowled.
“Dean, I know you worry, but you need to learn to relax. I’m a big girl. I was doing this long before you and I were together. I made a call, I did my job, I killed the bad guys. I’m fine, see?” You took his hand and placed it over your bare heart. “See? It’s beating. I’m all good.”
“I just don’t like you taking cases by yourself or going in alone. It makes me worried.”
“I appreciate it, babe, I do. But don’t let yourself get so worried that it makes you miserable.” You kissed his cheek. “That’s my job.”
Sam - Sam is all about the Christmas tree. He takes extra time picking out the right one with you, spending hours if need be until he finds the one that’s just the right size and shape. He helps you dole out the lights and garland for it, not even needing a footstool to place the star on top. You have ornaments for the tree, store-bought ornaments that are the generic kind, but Sam’s bought a few personalized ones for the two of you as well. There is one that has a photo of you together, a few that are inside jokes. The ornaments will follow you through each Christmas as the years pass, they’ll be memories for you when you unwrap them each December from the tissue paper that’s been keeping them safe. You know that Sam gifting them to you is a big deal, that it’s his way of saying he wants to do this again, next year and the year after that. All memories have to start somewhere, and you begin yours in the warm lights of a Christmas tree.
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Dean - Dean loves going traditional. He makes sure you’re there to help him decorate before setting up the record player he finds in the bunker, putting some vinyl on of old Christmas classics like Nat King Cole as the two of you move throughout the place, adding color and cheer where you can. You string up lights and garland, tinsel and holly. He wants it all to be perfect, to be picturesque, and doesn’t even grumble or make jokes when you set out the stockings for the two of you and Sam. You drink eggnog as you go, and Dean gets distracted more than once by pulling you underneath the mistletoe with him, kissing you until you tell him you might have to revoke his privileges until after the decorating is complete. His lips are enough to distract you that you might never finish. You stand back when it’s done, admiring your work; it looks like a new place. Dean kisses your cheek and stands with his arm around your waist, remarking that it looks like home. And that’s when you understand his insistence that you be a part of decorating with him. It’s not home for Dean unless you’re there, too.
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Cas - Cas is a big fan of Christmas, but he also loves being outside for it, not cooped up indoors. As such, he gets very into the outdoor decorations aspect of it all. He wants your Christmas tree to be the one that sits outside the house, covered in snow, instead of buying one. You try to tell him that presents are supposed to go underneath it, and you can’t keep your presents outside, but he insists on stringing lights around the thing. It takes him all afternoon to negotiate the electric cords and get them plugged in so that the tree lights up, but the look on his face when it does is worth it. Snow begins to fall in the late afternoon, but still Cas won’t come in, intent on his mission. You nearly trip over your own feet when you head outside to help him and find that he’s on the roof, stringing lights out over it as well. Once he’s climbed back down and looking over his work with you, a soft snow begins to fall. It’s so perfect, all of it, despite the trouble Cas had to go through. But that’s the way it is for him, he might make a mess sometimes, but the love he puts into it always produces the same results, some kind of magic exclusive to him.
