Can't say goodbye - Jensen Ackles x ReaderCan't say goodbye - Jensen Ackles x Reader by angelmewmew
Can't say goodbye - Jensen Ackles x Reader
"Saving people" Sam said with a smile, looking at Dean driving.
"Hunting things" Dean said smiling and looking at you through the rare view mirror.
"The family business" you said with a big smile looking at Dean and Sam.
And the car drove away on the endless road.
"CUT!" Robert's voice was heard.
The smiles vanished and you all exited the, now motionless, car. The car you were going to miss seeing, more than anything.
Simply because... Supernatural was over.
You couldn't believe it yourself either, but there it was. The End. The end of it all. The end of Supernatural.
You looked up from the closed door to meet the glistening eyes of your co-star and the person you would miss more than anything else. Jensen.
You smiled at him, though the smile was soon broken by a sob escaping your throat. Tears started rolling down your cheeks, soft sobs escaping your throat but the smile never leaving.
"This is it, uh?" you said through tea
Two Angels and a Hunter-Ch 10-Tattoo ReplacementsTwo Angels and a Hunter-Ch 10-Tattoo Replacements by NIGHTSTORM77
Dean and Sam shouldn't be surprised by this, but they both felt rather sad about this.
It all started when their angels (now human) went to a tattoo parlor to get anti-possession tattoos. That’s when Castiel saw some tattoo advertisements on the wall and they all looked at it longingly.
Sam and Dean couldn't help but flinch, knowing the angels are having difficulty settling into their new lives with their wings clipped. Then Sam said that maybe it will help them.
So, besides the anti-possession tattoo, the angels got wings.
Gabriel’s were surprisingly small; three pairs of golden wings on his upper back.
Balthazar’s were grey and was spread out over his back to his shoulders, showing its plumage. Dean quipped that it made him look like a peacock, which he just sneered at.
Castiels wings were colored black and were done with detail, covered from his back to his lower back.
Their wings were all aligned to where their originals were.
The Winchesters hoped that the
What she deserves - Dean x Reader (Deanna)What she deserves - Dean x Reader (Deanna) by angelmewmew
What she deserves - Dean Winchester x Reader (Deanna x Male!Reader)
"So you and Dean..." the blonde girl next to you started but trailed off.
If somebody told you that there would be a day that you would be talking to the female version of your boyfriend while said boyfriend was in the next room trying to find a way to get her and her sister to their own dimension, you would have laughed in their face.
Here you were, though. Talking to a girl that basically was your boyfriend, from another dimension, though, where every person you knew was gender-bend.
"Yeah?" you asked Deanna, averting your eyes from the pie that was in the oven.
"You and him- He and you-" she struggled to form any words.
You chuckled lightly "Yeah, he and I are together." you said with a smile.
"Y-yeah, well, I can see that but- Y-you two are- You two have been dating for-" Deanna struggled to say how long you and Dean have been together, finding it impossible to believe it herself.
"Five years, yeah" you chuckled sl
Supernatural Fanfic- Dean's daughter Ch1Books. They were made to tell tales of the darker truths. Words written on paper as they flowed into their own beginning, their own story. They were told for kids for bedtime and to scare whoever was at a bonfire. They were the things we've come to write about, dress up as on Halloween night and without knowledge that these creatures were more than just the start of a book but then again most people never saw what I saw, never experienced what I had, nor learned of what really hid underneath the bed or was enclosed im darkness in the closets. That our world held evil of the inhuman kind.Supernatural Fanfic- Dean's daughter Ch1 by Amberlynn19atSketch
Vampires, Ghouls and Ghosts, real and many more. The so called 'Fairy tale' creatures that are more than myth. They were the kind of things that gave you nightmares or worse: Death. Only the world didn't know they existed but put off such cases as freak accidents. What kind of demise had bite marks on the victims neck or gallons of blood loss.
Florida- Winter Park
Rosalina set on the uncomfor
A Year Goes By -Destiel-It's half past three in the morning, and all I can hear is Sammy's slow breathing, the tick-tock of the bedside clock, and the steady thumping of my heart. It grows faster as all the memories of the day whirr about in my head, refusing to let me sleep. So instead I sit up, run a hand over my face and through my hair, let them rest under chin and gaze though the window, into the clear night outside. I quickly get lost in my thoughts.A Year Goes By -Destiel- by Ailish-Rose
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
It had started out so well, he was like.....a saviour. An answer to our questions, a solution to all our problems. But now, he's the fucking problem. The screwed-up all mighty, ready to smite and scold. How could he do this to us? To me?
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Renegade- SPN~Oh momma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the lawRenegade- SPN by SithGirl665
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh momma I can hear you a'crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very
The nightmare is over- but now real life is back, and I'm not sure which is worse. I know that a 30 minute regretted nap is time being wasted, fearing silently for the contract that was about to come due. I was going to die, I know that much. Sam knows it, and so does Bobby and everyone else in the whole goddamn hunter world.
But no one says anything. Bobby and Sam are here; they want to help me, emotionally, but they know better. I won't let them help, so they don't ask. Maybe they're right.
Then again, maybe not. My heart seems to be stuck in my throat, and my mind wants more than anything to squeeze everything in I love again and again until the clock ticks. I'm fragile. I don't look it, but I want to break down and c
[A] CollisionDean dropped a hand on Ben's thick dark hair to ruffle it mercilessly, much to the young man's chagrin. "You've got Wendigo on you. Hah, you smell like boiled leather and rotting Brussels sprouts," he chuckled. And now on him, toohe eyed his sticky palm with resigned disgust.[A] Collision by YWYH-s--Morelenmir
Ben snickered, knocking Dean's arm aside. He flipped the flare gun cockily around his finger. "I'd say it didn't know what hit him, but you just happened to step on a skull and alert it to our presence. And I got a Wendigo shower, all thanks to you, so," he shrugged, lips curved in a huff of amusement, "sharing the gunk seems like a fine idea."
"Shaddup, kid," Dean ordered lightly, keeping his gaze fixed on the moonlight shining through the cave mouth.
He didn't bristle as much he generally would, riding on the high of a successful hunt. "Twenty years old last month, old man. Let's not forget who had to rescue who."
Dean laughed outright, the cheerful sound reverberating through the cave. "That would be me,
Letting GoThey head out quickly towards the Impala, Sam barely managing to join his brother inside as the car roars to life within seconds. Sam's body jerks back in an almost violent reaction as Dean presses his foot to the floor, ignoring the strain of the engine and the spray of debris and gravel that spits out from under her wheels.Letting Go by smalld1171
The older brother jams a hand into the pocket of his jacket and retrieves his phone, punching in numbers with an almost uncontrollable haste.
Dean holds a vice grip on the phone against his ear while his free hand taps nervously against the wheel, his left leg joining in to bounce up and down as he impatiently waits for a sign of life from the other end. Darkened eyes scan the horizon and he swallows when dusk seems to rapidly descend upon the earth to give way to the full moon.
"Hello? Mr. Smith? Agent Young. I need you to listen to me very carefully alright? Just okay wait Just please
I'm SorrySupernatural Doctor Who Crossoverby smalld1171
A solitary figure stands at a distance, quietly observing the graveyard and the two angels which stand among the headstones ready to wage their battle. His head tilts up and he closes his eyes to feel the sun warm the surface of his skin. He breathes deeply; he already knows how this encounter will end. This place will soon set the stage for the ultimate showdown; will be the backdrop to both sacrifice and strength; to victory and loss; to hatred so intense and love that knows no bounds.
A sigh escapes his lips as he leans against the door of his ship for support.
It is not within his nature to stand as a spectator on the sidelines of history as it unfolds; his life a never ending adventure where circumstances real or contrived force him to always keep on the move.
He delves a hand into his expansive pocket; his fingers searching through the contents until they wrap around the object they seek. He eases the book out of the depths of his jacket and gaze
American Muscleby Wayward-Renegade
Dean Winchester vs Brian Kinney
"Because if it was a shapeshifter or a skinwalker, we would have found its skin by now." Dean was quick to reply as he pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the Impala. "Those damn things shed their skin every couple of hours."
"Well maybe this one likes the face its got." Sam suggested as he grabbed his case papers from the seat between them. "Or maybe we haven't come across its skin, because it just doesn't shed it." He continued as he shut the car door and followed his older brother up to the dinner, the job that had consumed the last two days still no closer to being solved.
"What kind of shapeshifter doesn't shed, Sam?" Dean asked, his low tone of voice underlining the frustration.
"A Rougarou." Sam replied, taking a quick glance around the packed diner as they made their way over to an empty booth. "Rougarous don't shed, they morph... Maybe we've just been hunting down the wrong kind of monster... Maybe it isn't a shi
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