Hunter!ReaderxWinchester: Blind Date(Guess who?) The motel light was horrible. Just, ugh. It made you look like a baked Kardashian. You really should've practiced with your make-up a little more before agreeing to Charlie setting you up on a blind date. Screw-it, no make-up!Hunter!ReaderxWinchester: Blind Date(Guess who?) by kissysaltcoatedangel
Two knocks on the door: "(y/n)! Are you ready?"
"Leave me ALONE Charlie!"
"Do you need any help?"
A moment of awkward silence passed as I gazed at my liquified face in horror.
"...yes..." I squeaked.
The door burst open, as Charlie strolled in trying not to bluntly laugh at me.
"Um, have you ever worn make-up before?"
"It's just, it's been a while...you know since I started hunting and stuff..."
Charlie begins rolling out the toilet paper, separating it into squares and begins to dab my face.
"You really don't need that much foundation, you're skin isn't half as bad as you clearly think it is..."
"It's just...it's been a while and I just want to mak
31 Days of SPN: Day 20Prompt: Snowed in31 Days of SPN: Day 20 by Baylee-x
Characters: Sam, Lucifer
Sam sighed heavily as he pulled on his coat and boots. The last thing he wanted to do right now was walk to the library and study some old newspaper articals and books. But he had to. Dean and Castiel had left yesterday to go to the next town over to interview some witnesses for their current hunt, so that left Sam with the research. He should have gotten up earlier. It had been snowing all day, which meant that the sidewalks probably hadn't been cleared yet. Why did Dean have to take the Impala? Why couldn't Castiel just teleport them there? He groaned and reluctantly pulled on a pair of gloves before walking over to the front door and pulling it open.
"Ah! What the hell?" Sam shouted. He opened the door only to have a pile of snow fall in on him, knocking him to the ground.
"Going somewhere?" he hears a voice ask from behind him. He looks over his shoulder to see Lucifer standing there with a smirk.
The Profound Bond-Ch 19-First SightCastiel sighed as he got to the bunkers door, relief coursing through his body.The Profound Bond-Ch 19-First Sight by NIGHTSTORM77
He made it, he’s finally home.
When the angels fell, he immediately called Dean, who told him to get to the bunker as fast as he could.
He knocked on the door and almost lost his footing as it opened.
“Cas, holy shit.” Dean said as he hugged Castiel to him. The ex-angel stiffened as Dean pulled away.
“Cas, what’s wrong?”
“Dean…Is this how you look?”
Dean looked at Castiel strangely, while Castiel stared at him in wonder.
“Cas, you know me for years. You know how I look.”
“No, Dean.” Castiel, shaking his head, “I only saw your soul. This is the first time I’m seeing your physical face.”
He then reached over and cupped Dean’s face.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, making Dean blush. He then grabbed Castiel’s hand and gave a squeeze.
“Let’s go inside, Cas.” Dean said
Secrets Can KillSecrets Can Kill by SWindchesterlover22
"For the last time I'm fine," Sam reassures Teresa as she looked him over.
"But you took a pretty bad fall yesterday," she retorts running a hand over his forehead.
The thing was he actually did look fine. Which confused the young mother because only a few hours ago he had been tossed into a brick wall by a Vamp. But Sam barely had a scratch on him. Maybe Dean had just been over exasperating when he call her earlier.
She rang out the damp cloth she had grabbed earlier and replaced the back of her hand with it. "I still say we should get Cas or even Drade to give you a full once over."
Sam smiled up at the women who cared so much about him. He reached up and pulled her hand away, cupping it in his. "I appreciate the thought but I feel fine," he tells her giving her a quick kiss.
She gave him one more once over before excusing herself to the washroom to ring out the cloth. After the door had closed behind her, Sam let out a painful sigh as he sunk into the chair. Since he had gotten toss
31 Days of SPN: Day 19Prompt: Boots/Socks31 Days of SPN: Day 19 by Baylee-x
Characters: Sam, Dean
"This is disgusting!" Dean complained as he and Sam stomped through the knee-deep snow.
"I told you to wear your other boots. Sam stated, glancing back at his older brother, who was struggling to keep up with his shorter legs. "Why would you even wear those boots in this kind of weather? They have holes in them, Dean!"
"Shut up, I was in a hurry." Dean snapped, making a face every time he stepped down and the snow made a gross squelching sound in his shoe. Sam rolled his eyes and the boys continued their march to the motel. They had drove the Impala to the motel, but the sidewalks hadn't been cleared yet and the parking lot was at least a good 30 feet away from their room. Witch meant that the brothers had to walk through the deep snow to get to there. By the time they reached their door they were both freezing and their pants were stiff from the knee down, due to the mixture of water from the snow and the co
Sympathy for the Devil (LuciferxReader)Request: Look in the description please ^^Sympathy for the Devil (LuciferxReader) by Micia96
Name: Sympathy for the Devil
Character: Lucifer x Reader
Warnings: I think kissing Satan does require a slight warning.
(Y/N) ..First Name // (L/N) ..Last Name (Surname) // (N/N) ..Nickname
You remembered the moment like no one; the second Sam told you what happened after Lucifer broke through the wall in his head. He didn´t tell you first, but from a certain moment on it was impossible for him to deny it anymore. …You had rarely seen such a pain-filled expression before. It got harder and harder every day to convince Sam that this “Lucifer” was nothing but a bare hallucination; usually nobody but Dean managed to calm him down then. There was one thing irritating you: According to what Sam told you, his Lucifer didn´t appear to be Satan on business but a bored child yearning for some attention
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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