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Gabriel: Sam, I'm trash.

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Was anyone gonna tell me that Jensen Ackles used to be a cheerleader or was I supposed to figure that out on Pinterest.com myself

🩸 Day 5 — scars 🩸

My time management is a whole mess...

Sometimes I like drawing character's bodies with scars even if they're random. And if you think I did this only to draw Dean's boobs... well... maybe...

Me, flirting:(laughs, while talking to crush) what's your name?

Friend:(comes up next to me) Where did you learn how to flirt?

Me: Dean Winchester.

Friend and Crush:(both think I've gone crazy)

Me: Nevermind, I don't need this.(takes out cardboard cutout of Dean Winchester.)

Also Me: Hello Gorgeous!

I Am Not Family

Characters- John Winchester,Sam Winchester,Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester

Warnings- Angst,Death,Swearing 

Y/N’s POV

The alarm clock rang with a shrill noise and in a classical conditioned way my hand automatically went  to smother the clock. I closed my eyes for 5 minutes more and then got out of bed with a groan. I was just in the process of getting my things when I heard Sam groan from the other bed. I walked over to his side and shook his leg.

“Dude, wake up! John wants us to be there in the car in 10.”

Sam opened his eyes as best as he could and nodded at me. I looked over at the bed where my eldest brother was snoring away to glory, with a mischievous smile I went to his side and jumped on him.

“Aaaaaahhhhh! Y/N!” Dean screamed at the top of his voice.

Sam was already on the floor, laughing his butt off. I looked at Dean innocently and said “Hey you told me to wake you up in any way possible since you don’t want your ass handed to you on platter by Dad.”

“And this was the best way possible!” Dean shouted.

“Yeah it is very effective, you are awake and your ass is still attached with the rest of your body. I think it is a win-win situation, what do you say Sam?”

“Oh I do agree, she saved you ass Dean. High-five!” Sam raised his hand to me and I high fived him with a loud noise.

Dean got out of bed and started grumbling in monotonous tone. “I hate both of you.” He picked up his bag and went to the bathroom to take his leisurely shower.

John chose that very moment to enter the room. Whenever he came in front of me I could feel the temperature drop in the room. It is not even this cold when we are hunting a ghost.

“What is going on in here?” His voice boomed across the small room and it sent shudders down my spine.

Sam took a deep breath and chose to confront the sergeant in front of him “We were just getting ready Sir.”

“It doesn't look that way to me and I am sure the culprit of this indiscipline is you girl.”

I shook my head and hid behind Sam in fear and embarrassment. But Sam seemed to be as confident as ever. “Dad, Dean is in the bathroom already, we will get ready in 5 minutes and come out, it won’t take a lot of time.”

“No, after Dean you go and get ready. Y/n will pack the car.”

“Dad let her fresh-”

“Its okay Sammy.” I interrupted him. “Its extremely cold as it is, I don’t really want to take a bath.” Saying this I picked up a few bags and walked out of the room. I wasn’t fully out of earshot so I eavesdropped on Sam and John’s conversation.

“Dad What the hel-”

“Sam enough! Drop this topic of conversation right this minute.”

“Why do you always treat her in such a ridiculous manner! She is your daughter for god sake!”

“She is not my daughter and she is not your sister!” John said with a ferocious tone and immediately tear pricked the sides of my eyes and threatened to fall down on my cheeks.

I refused to listen anymore and walked out into the parking lot where the Impala was parked. I had always known that I was not a Winchester since my biological family died at the hands of a pack of vampires. I was five at the time and John was investigating the case, he couldn’t protect my family but he took me in and raised me as his daughter. Dean and Sam have always treated me like their little sister and I have always looked up to them as my big brothers but I am not a Winchester and john doesn't give two hoots about me . I have no idea why has he kept me with him if he doesn't love me. He never did.

DEAN’S POV

There was a slight tension in the car. I could taste it . I looked in the backseat and saw my two siblings sleeping on their respective windows. I smiled at them fondly and remembered this morning’s shenanigans. Bloody idiots.

I saw Dad look at the backseat through the rear view mirror and suddenly he shouted”Y/N!”

This caused both Y/n and Sam to wake up simultaneously.

“Sir?” Y/n spoke in a timid and groggy voice.

“This is not a holiday that we are on. Stay awake and be alert. We have a hunt tonight.”

I looked at my father with sheer astonishment. Sam was sleeping right next to her and Dad had not said a word to him.Not to mention even I dozed off for a few hours.  

“Dad she has been battling a cold and has not been able to slee-”

“I don’t care Dean.” He Interrupted me. “She needs to grow up.”

I looked at her and saw her red rimmed glassy eyes and gave her a sympathetic smile. I also noticed Sam was looking at Dad with anger in his eyes. He then turned his attention towards y/n,reached out and held her small hand in his and kissed it.

After an hour we stopped for gas at the roadside. Y/n excused herself to go to the washroom. Dad started filing up baby while Sam and I went to the local mart to get a few items. I noticed Sam was still fuming.

“What’s wrong Sammy?”

Sam took a deep breathe before answering. “Okay but don’t freak out okay. I think the three of us should separate from dad for a while. For Y/n. He is treating her like crap and it’s really taking a toll on her.”

“Yeah I saw what happened in the car. He doesn’t treat her properly, but walking away from Dad is that a good idea?”

“Dean, in the morning he said that Y/n is not his daughter and she is not our sister.”

I looked at him with wide eyes and a jolt of anger suddenly rose in me. “He did what?!”

“I can’t even look at him Dean. This is too much. And this is too much for Y/N/N. Please let’s go somewhere for her sake.”

“I think you are right Sammy. I think its time we prioritize her.”

We walked back towards the car and resumed our earlier seats. I cannot believe that Dad would say something like that about someone who is so sweet. Its true Y/n has always been sarcastic but sweet. She is unbelievably loyal and I love her more than my own life. If she is hurt, I will make sure that the one who caused her this hurt gets demolished. She might not be blood but she is family and more importantly she is my little sister.The one who takes care of us and loves us with her inch she has got. I can’t let Dad beat her down.

Y/N’S POV

We reached the motel in the evening. All of us were exhausted but we somehow did research for another 2 hours. I even got to have a bath, a privilege I had been denied in the morning. We collected our facts and were ready for the hunt at night. I was still a little sick so I decided to bunk with Dean and close my eyes for a bit. I was still hurting over the words John had said earlier this morning but now was not the town for me throw myself a pity party.

I lied down next to dean and closed my eyes. I suddenly felt him shift as he lifted his arms and gathered me in it. I snuggled further into his chest and felt him kiss the top of my head.

Somehow and I still don’t know how I started crying in his chest. Hot tears burned my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. My breath hitched and I was full on sobbing in my brother’s chest. Dean looked down at me with concern but did not seem shocked.

“You heard what Dad said about you didn’t you?” he asked gently.

i nodded at him. Not able to trust my voice. He shoved my face is his chest and kissed my hair while stroking it gently,

“Y/N, I want you to listen to me very carefully. You are my little sister. You will always be my little sister. Me and Sam love you very much and I don’t even for a moment want you to think that you are not loved by us. You are family kiddo.”

I cried further in his chest while he stroked my back.

“And after the hunt is over. Men, you and Sasquatch are going on a holiday. Just the three of us.”

I looked up at him with pleasant surprised expression etched on my face. “Really?”

Dean smiled at me sadly and said”Yes really. We need a holiday. Now come on go to sleep we have a few vampires to kill.”

Thinking about our holiday I drifted to sleep.

GENERAL POV

The night was eerie quiet. The four Winchesters were ready with their machetes, ready to chop off the heads of any fanged thing they saw. Each of them had taken their stance as was decided prior to the hunt.

“Ok everybody be very careful,these vampires are difficult to kill. Stay sharp stay focused. Dean you are with me. Sam and Y/n you will go the other direction. Y/n do not loose focus.” John ordered the three and the plan was set to unfold.

Sam and Y/n went their own way while John stayed with Dean. An hour had gone and Dean had not seen any vampire, John was also losing patience and was quite confused.  

“Dad where the hell are the bloodsuckers?”

“I honestly don’t know.” John replied

Suddenly a loud shriek came from the side Y/n and Sam had ventured into. Both the elder Winchesters ran to that side only to meet Sam and Y/n halfway. Sam’s arm was bleeding rapidly and Y/n had a slight head wound. Both of them were panting hard. Dean’s big brother mode came and he immediately went to check on his siblings. But john started the interrogation right away.

“What the hell happened and how did you get hurt so badly Sam?”

Dean was now checking Y/n’s head wound and was cradling her head in his hand.

“Dad the pack somehow knew where we were going to be, they were already waiting for us. They attacked straight away and we killed as many as we could. We barely got out of there.”

Suddenly he turned his attention towards Y/n. “What about you miss? Why on earth is my son bleeding like this while you are still intact?”

“DAD!” Both the sons screamed at their father in fury.

“Shut up both of you! You have mollycoddled her enough. Because of you my son could have died. You are really ungrateful and a ridiculous hunter. I cannot believe I took you in as my daughter.”

“OK dad that is enough!” shouted Sam. Y/n was full on crying now. She seemed to have glued her eyes to the ground.

“It’s because of her I am alive, she literally was a superhero out there. She killed 5 vamps alone and then dragged me out of there. Had it not been for her,I would have died.

Dean rose to his full height and looked at his dad straight in the eye“You have always treated her unfairly and I am fed up of this attitude of yours! She is my little sister and I swear I will hit you if you say a word against her.”

Y/n walked towards John and looked at him with teary eyes “Do I really mean that little to you?

John was contemplating on what to say. He knew he was harsh on her.

What happened next was totally unexpected out of nowhere a vampire jumped at John and another one jumped behind Sam and Dean. Y/n took out her machete and was ready to attack the vampire in front of her. After an intense fight when both the vampires had fallen dead. Y/n was still on the ground.

The machete that she had been holding during the fight the vamp had somehow stabbed her with it in the stomach.

DEAN’S POV

I saw my sister on the ground grasping for air. I knelt beside her and gently spoke to her.

“Y/n/n what’s wrong?”

Y/n smiled tightly at us and showed us the wound on her stomach.

“Oh god. Sweetheart look at me!”

Sam knelt down next to her on the other side and took off his flannel.

“Here Dean wrap her wound with this, it will stop the bleeding. Sweetie listen we need to get you to hospital. The three of us will carry you.”

Me and Sam were just about to pick her up, when she said in a timid voice.”Stop I am not going to make it.”

Tears which were pricking my eyes rolled down my cheeks and I saw my own grief mirrored on Sam’s face. “Don’t you dare say that. You are a Winchester. You will survive.”

I noticed that Dad was frozen behind us but I couldn’t care less.

She put her hand on my cheek and wiped a few of my tears. “I love you both very much. Thank you for keeping me. I was really luck to have you two as my elder brothers.

And then I broke down right there. Sam was sobbing too while holding’s Y/n’s upper body.

“Sweetheart,you can’t go yet. Who will wake me up in the morning? Who will nerd out with Sam over books. You know I can’t listen to him talk about books and we have to go on our holiday. You can’t leave us. I love you too much. We have so much to do!” and I sobbed my heart out

Y/n smiled at us and with a shaky breath she asked me to lean forward. I did as she asked and felt her lips peck my cheek and she did the same with Sam. She looked at John and said “Thank you for keeping me, I know I am not family. But you still raised me.”

With this she closed her eyes. I felt my heart break right there. Just a few hours before we were planning our holiday and now she was dead in my little brother’s arms. My little brother who was cradling her body and whispering things to her while crying fully. He paid no attention to his arm as he cried his heart out. After all I lost my little sister and he lost his best friend.

I turned around to find John still frozen in the spot. I lounged at him and punched him in the face. “It was because of you Dad, it because of you she felt like she is not family. I hate you!”

I then turned around and sat next to my little brother with my little sister who was not here anymore. My sarcastic sweet sister had died and I had no idea how I was going to live.

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THE END

Supernatural 12x03 - Mary leaves

Sister fic 

Warnings - angst, swearing, fluff

Characters- Mary Winchester,Dean Winchester,Sam Winchester, Sister Winchester 

DEAN’S POV

“i just need a little time.” Her voice rang sharp in the bunker and left us all stunned. Mom wanted to leave us. Mom wanted to leave me. I felt Y/n hitched her breath and tried to control a sob. She hid behind me like she was a little girl  again. Mom looked at me with wide eyes and came to comfort me but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her touch me instead I looked back at the floor hoping for the ground to open up and swoop me in. She picked up Dad’s journal and walked towards Sam. 

“I love you.” She said “All of you.” 

She looked at Y/n and smiled which she returned half heatedly. She turned her back and walked out of the door. The noise which the door made was unbearable. It sounded like something me was abandoning me. It was the same sound I had heard numerous times when Dad left to go on a hunt Knowing very well that both my siblings would comfort me I walked back into my room.

 Y/N’S POV 

I watched as my eldest brother ran back to his room. I knew how he felt, he adored mom. She was a woman that he had always put on a pedestal and the pedestal was so high and so sacred that no one could match up to it. I looked back at Sam who was still staring at the door with which Mary had recently departed and suddenly the big sister mode in me kicked in and I walked towards my taller though younger brother and hugged him tightly from behind and as soon as I had hugged him a dam broke from within Sam and he started sobbing earnestly in my arms. I lowered him on the floor and let him sob out his broken heart.

“Why?” “Why on earth did she leave us?” he bawled

i shushed him gently and planted a kiss on his head.

“She just needs some time Sammy, that’s all.”

“Y/n/n, you and I both know that is bullshit! Why are we never enough for anybody?” saying that my younger brother started bawling again and all i could to comfort him was hold him tight and that’s what i did. 

After an hour or so of crying, he was so exhausted that he went to sleep right there. Knowing that I would not be able to move him without waking him up I gently moved out from under his head and went to fetch his blanket and pillow. I placed the pillow under his head and tucked the blanket around. When I stood up my twin was standing there with his red rimmed eyes. He sighed in an exhaustive fashion and went back to his room quietly.

I knew Dean. I knew his emotions and his facial expressions. I knew everything about him. I was his twin. it was both of our jobs to look after Sammy. I dabbed his knee after a hunt and he dabbed my head. So I knew not approach him but the concern part in me just wouldn’t give up. So I went up to his room and entered without knocking. Dean was sitting on the ground with silent tears rolling down his face. 

“You know you are exactly like Mom.” he said in a hoarse voice. “But the only difference is that you take care.”  

“Dean..” I stared but he interrupted loudly.

“No Y/n/n! Just No! I am sick and tired of people who are supposed to act like our bloody parents but have just given up on the job. First it was Dad and now it’s Mom. And i am tired of making excuses for them. I am tired of not only their lies but I am tired of lying to myself. I am just tired.”  With that he banged his hand on the floor and his head at the edge of the bed. 

DEAN’S POV

After breaking down in front of my sister I wiped away my tears angrily. I watched as she walked and sat down next to me. I expected her to again reassure me that things weren’t the way I was perceiving them but she just picked up my hand kissed the back of it. I looked at her and saw that she was on the verge of breaking down. Y/n NEVER breaks down but now I was seeing it before my eyes as she put her hand on her mouth and as her breath hitched. She put her head on my shoulder and started crying quietly. 

The feeling I experienced is what people call “heart break”. I was angry at seeing my little sister in pain. I was angry at my mom because she had caused this pain. She had put the burden on my shoulders as well as hers and now I could see she was tired too. 

“Why don’t they love us?” she asked quietly.

And there it was, the question each of us were looking an answer to. So I closed my eyes kissed her forehead deeply. I loved her and my brother so much and I was tired of the world for hurting us.

“Hey Kiddo.” I said gently 

“Don’t cry. We will get past this as we have each other. The three of us are a team and I am so proud of you for looking out for us. But sometimes you need to take care of yourself too. So come on now you and I are bunking together.”

I helped her get in my bed and wiped away her tears with my thumb. I climbed on the other side and pulled her closer. I started stroking her gently so she would calm down. I could still see that she was crying. She suddenly turned and around and kissed me on the cheek. 

“I love you Dean. You are the best brother ever”

At that my eyes pricked with tears. The happy ones and I kissed her head. 

“I love you too kiddo. You are the sweetest twin ever” She smiled at that and turned away to face her side. 

“Come on now sleep! We have to pull a prank at  6′4 monster who is sleeping on the floor tonight before he wakes up in the morning. “

She chuckled at that and closed her eye. 

We will be fine as long as we have each other.

THE END !!

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Accident Part 2

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Warning - Swearing, angst, talk of injuries

Dean’s POV

I remember it. I remember it all. I remember waiting for the ambulance, I remember feeling my little sister’s blood seeping in clothes and making them damp, I remember crying uncontrollably when she was on the stretcher, I remember my knees hitting the floor when they wheeled her away in the operating room, I remember looking at my little brother"s face and seeing the broken expression haunt his eyes and the person responsible for all this pain was me.

“Why did I yell at her? ” I asked myself in an emotionless voice but I knew that Sam was listening. We were sitting here for almost an hour and no one had given us any updates on our little sister. Both of us had dried blood on our clothes and hands. The blood which belonged to my little sister and the reason why it was there was because of me.

“He was a drunk driver.” Sam suddenly stated in a tone which was very similar to my own. He had completely ignored my question and was stating things, maybe to himself.

“What did you just say? ” I asked my younger brother, the calmness in my tone was slowly being replaced by anger.

“He was drunk driver. He was drunk and driving and he had the bloody nerve to hit my little sister! ”

At this point I knew. I knew that I had to remain calm, that I had to soothe my younger brother, because it wasn’t just my little sister who was in there fighting for her life it, it was Sam’s too. Sam must be feeling the same emotions that I was feeling and I had not even paid attention to him because I was so wrapped up in my own world that I had failed to see how my best friend was coping.

I saw that Sam’s shoulders had started to shake so I did the only thing I knew which would comfort him and me. I put my arm around his shoulders and made his head rest against my shoulder and then we both cried our hearts out for the little sister we loved and cherished.

Sam’s POV

I knew it. I knew what my brother was feeling, I knew how much guilt he was carrying in his heart, I knew that he didn’t mean what he said and I knew that my little sister was hurt, not only physically but emotionally as well.

My little sister has a good heart. I can see how much she cares about me and Dean. I see her. I see how she looks at me and Dean with adoration in her eyes, I know she consider us to be some sort of superheros, I also know how unbelievably caring she can be.

She does our laundry for us so that Dean and I can have clean clothes, she soothes us everytime one of us is upset from nightmare or a hunt, she covers us with a blanket when sees me and Dean are resting without one, she fixes all our wounds, she takes care of us when we are sick, she runs her hand through our hair in a gesture of comfort and most importantly she is so loyal to us that one just feels like putting her in your arms and never letting her go. I love her. God I love her so much and I can’t loose her. She is everything to me and Dean.

Dean’s POV

Sam and I have been sitting silently for almost 2 hours and now our patience is wearing, I was just about to get to ask about my sister. When a lady came holding a white clipboard to her chest.

“Y/N Winchester’s family? ” she asked in a polite tone.

Sam and I got up in a simultaneous manner.

“Yes that is us, how is our sister? ” I enquired

“Perhaps you would like to come in my office.. ”

“No doc, here is just fine.”

“Very well then, your sister had a broken leg, a grievously sprained arm, bruises on multiple parts of her body as well as some broken ribs.”

Both our breaths hitched when he heard how gravely injured she was.

“ But don’t worry, everything will be okay. She is a brave girl and she came right through, right now we have her on ventilator but that is just a precaution don’t worry all she needs is plenty of rest and she will be right as rain”

I heaved a sigh of relief and asked in a weak tone.

“Can we see her? ”

“Yes ofcourse, just follow me”

We followed the doctor to the room my little sister was situated in. I couldn’t wait to see her, apologise to her and help her through this.

When we entered the room, me and Sam took in the sight of our little sister and just stopped right there. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing, our sister’s entire body looked weak. Her face had some bruising on it, her leg was in a cast and so was her left arm but the thing which scared me and Sam the most was the ventilator which was jammed down her throat.

“I know that this sight can be very uncomfortable, please down right here and have some water.” the doctor chimed in.

“When will she wake up Doctor? ” Sam asked her in a hesitant tone.

“She should wake up in an hour or so, I will give you some privacy now. ”

As soon as she left, me and Sam went on either side of her bed and grasped her small hands. She looked so fragile in that state that all I wanted to do was hold her and never let her go. I caressed her soft hair with my hand and then kissed her forehead deeply.

“Hey baby girl, I don’t know if you can hear me but you should know that me and Sam are right here and we are not going anywhere. Just quickly wake up so I can apologise for hurting you.”

“She will forgive man. ” I looked at Sam as he spoke this with sincerity in his voice.

“She will forgive you. I mean you are her hero. She loves you. ”

“I am that hero who called one of greatest things in my life a burden and I don’t even know why I did it. ”

“You were angry, you didn’t mean it. She will understand that. Trust me. ”

Saying this Sam walked out of the room. I turned my attention back at my little sister and stared at her face.

“Sweetheart, I know I am making a complete idiot out of myself by saying this but I want you to know okay. I want you to know that you are the most beautiful, caring and thoughtful girl I could have as a sister. You are not burden. You are my little sister and I love you so so so so much and I am so so sorry for making you cry, for making feel so bad. I am just so sorry, just please wake up so I can apologise to you, please sweetie just please wake up. I love you kiddo. Please just wake up and listen to me.”

I sobbed my heart out and gathered her beautiful hand tightly in mine and laid my head against her arm and waited for her to wake up.

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All need this

Remember this?

I guess he really did

Soo... Uhh.. my current hyperfixation is supernatural im currently on s8 ep14 (i started watching it like 4 months ago but its an amazing show soo yeah) anygays heres charlie bradbury (i wanted to draw dean next to her since their are litarally besties but i cant draw men,sad fact)

This LARP episode is fire guys

And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like..

"You're our brother, Cas."

"....Thank you."

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Sorry guys I wanted to supernatural shit post I've been thinking about them.

‘So… Déjà vu?’

Summary: Sam and Dean have to watch their best friend die over and over again everyday.

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: I tried to not use Y/n a whole bunch in this story, mainly because I realized not a whole lot of people like that. But it is steal in the story. Also I did base this off of @jasmines-library story called GROUNDHOG DAY, y'all should go read it it’s really good. But please enjoy.

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‘Heat of the moment’

Sam woke up with a start, the music dragging him from his short slumber. Rising to sit up in his bed the small digital alarm blaring through the small motel room. Bring a hand up to his face he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. 

Sam glanced over to his side slightly surprised to see that his brother was already up and moving about, considering that he would be the one to stay in bed throughout the day if he could. 

Dean sat on his side of the bed, one leg pulled towards his chest as he tied his shoelaces together. “Rise and shine, Sammy.” He shouted over the music, tossing both feet on the ground once he was done. 

“Dude,” Sam said with a small chuckle. “Asia?”

A groan came from Deans bed, the sight of the motel pillow being flipped over a tired head caused a smile to lift onto Sam’s face. “Turn it down.” You muttered beneath the pillow, tugging it closer towards your face. 

Dean leaned over towards the nightstand, turning up the volume on the digital clock. “Suck it up, buttercup. This is y’all’s wake up call.”

You sat up in the bed, purposely swatting Dean in the back with your pillow before hauling yourself up. Sam let out a breathy laugh at his brother’s expression, tossing the sheets off his body to start getting ready for the day. 

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You stood beside Sam, patiently waiting in the door way for Dean to finish going through his bags to retrieve his pistol. Stopping his movements the older man lifted a bra by his finger, meeting Sam’s eyes as he gestured to the garment. “This yours?”

Sam gave his brother an annoyed look, in return Dean laughed in his face. 

“Hurry up, I’m hungry.” You told him, slightly curious if the bra Dean was holding was yours or from the last couple that occupied the room. 

“Relax,” Dean told you, digging deeper into his bag before he pulled out his gun. “So am I.”

The drive to the diner was short and the parking lot was vaguely packed. Walking through the door, the bell chimed above as Dean lead them to an empty table. 

“Hey, Tuesday.” Dean said pointing at the ‘specials’ board above the counter. “Pig in a poke.”

“Do you even know what that is?” Sam asked, eyeing the older man. 

Dean opened his mouth to answer, but whatever he was about to say died in his throat. Sam gave him a very smug smile as the waiter came up to their table. “Now what can I get y’all started with?”

“Think I’ll have the chocolate pancakes with the strawberry toppings.” You told the lady, handing over your menu as you did so.

“You’re gonna get sick.” Sam told you after he and Dean had ordered their own breakfast. 

You simply shrugged your shoulders. “Then I’ll get sick, Sam, and hopefully have the day off afterwards.”

“Nah,” Dean told you, his arm resting behind your seat. “We’ll still make you work anyway.”

You slung Deans arm off before facing Sam again, “What exactly are we searching here for, Sam?”

“Nothing, that’s what we’re searching for.” Dean said for Sam, purposely ignoring the look the taller man gave him. 

“Well Dean, what do you think we should be doing then?”

“Searching for Bela, getting the colt back, Sam. Not sitting here and working a simple disappearance case.”

“I agree with Dean,” you told Sam, leaning forward onto the table in case anyone were to eavesdrop. “We can’t close up Hell with out the colt.”

“I know that, Y/n.” Sam told you, a deep sigh falling from his lips as he looked around the small diner. “But we don’t even know where she is. And in the meantime we have this.” He pulled a couple of news clipping articles from his jacket and placed them onto the table.

As the three of you discussed the disappearance of the local professor, the waitress gave each of you y’all’s breakfast. Your chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream and chopped strawberries made your stomach rumble, giving a quick thank you before pouring syrup on top. 

A loud smash lifted you from the sugary dessert, both brothers staring down at the smashed bottle of hot sauce on the floor. “Crap.” The waitress muttered to herself, before rushing off to grab something to clean the spill. 

After she left, you talked briefly about the professor, Sam making a small point about how he was last scene at the local Mystery Spot. A place ‘Where the laws of physics have no meaning!”

“Alright then,” You said, pulling out your wallet to leave a small tip for the waitress. “Let’s head to the Mystery Spot.”

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The said Mystery Spot lived up to its name, tables stuck to the ceiling, the hallways were painted to give off a hypnotic appeal. If it weren’t for the fact that the place was completely pitch black and that the magical effect it was supposed to have wasn’t in full effect. It would honestly be something that you would like to go and see when your not on the job. 

“Huh,” You muttered, shinning a flashlight at one of the strange objects in the room. “Do you think this guy actually gets money off this place.”

“Are you kidding? I’m surprised if this guy could even keep the place open.” Dean responded eyeing the same piece that you were. 

Moving the flashlight away from the object and towards the younger Winchester, you flashed it at the EMF in his hand. “What’s your reading?”

Sam just shook his head. 

“Do you even know what you’re looking for?” Dean asked, aggravation slowly seeping into his tone. 

“Yeah…” Sam gave a small shrug, though his response was clearly unsure of him self. He noticed the look both his brother and you were giving him. “No.” He finally admitted. 

You gave a small nod, your lips pulled into a tight line as you moved on through the room. “Lovely.”

Click

“What the hell are you doing here.” A voiced called out, causing you and the brothers to instantly draw your guns and aim at the person. 

You recognized him as the owner of the Mystery Spot, and so did the boys because they both held up their guns in the air to not show that they were not any danger. Though by the looks of it all the three of them were far from innocent in the eyes of the owner. 

“Woah, hey look, we can explain.” Dean said, eyeing the weapon with worry, seeing as he can’t defend themselves as much since they are the ones that broke into his building. 

The owner waved his gun between the three of them, uncertain if he should pull the trigger or not. “You robbing me?”

“No sir,” You told the man, moving towards the nearby table to place your gun in his eye of sight, trying to prove that you weren’t about to harm him. “No sir, we aren’t stealing from you.”

“Don’t move!” He shouted, the barrel of the gun pointed at your chest. “Don’t.”

“I’m just putting gun away.” You tried to reassure the man. 

Bang

The noise came loud and sudden, causing you to fall backwards upon impact. 

“Y/n!”

Sam quickly fell to the ground, placing both hands over the hole in your chest. “Oh my God.” He muttered tears slowly collecting at his water line, he looked over at his older brother for help, unsure of what to do. 

“Call 911.” Dean told the man, coming to sit beside you, eyes darting between your wound and the pained expression on your face. 

“I-I didn’t mean t-“

“Call them, now!” He shouted, placing a hand near the seeping hole. Praying that it’ll disappear once he lifts it. 

Though like all his prayers they go unheard as blood continued to pour from the wound. You let out a pained moan, with either of the boys putting pressure on it, it caused pain to shoot through your body. But, you felt to numb to tell them off about that. 

Sam tugged you up into his arms, feeling as your body starts to relax the longer you laid there. Once more he looked at Dean, desperation in his eyes as he didn’t want to loose you like this. 

Dean lightly tapped the side of your face, watching as your eyes drooped behind your eyelids. “Please, buttercup,” he whispered, voice slowly cracking as the weight of the situation suddenly fell on him. “Just stay awake for a little while, ok? C-can you do that for me?”

You began to see spots in your vision, sounds had started to mix in with one another and you could taste the blood filling your mouth. And above all filling your lungs, slowly choking on copper liquid. 

“J-just a little longer.” Dean whispered, bringing your head to him to place a kiss on your hairline. “You can do it, me and Sammy know you can.”

Sam felt his heart stop when he noticed your eyes wouldn’t open back up, when your chest stopped rising  and falling, how your arms just dangled. A choked sob left his mouth, and Dean just held your head closer to him, muttering quiet prayers for you to stay with them. 

But they knew it was too late, they knew that the ambulance would never make it on time. You were dead. 

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‘Heat of the moment’

Sam woke up with a start, panic deeply embedded in his mind as he slowly processed what exactly had happened. But, looking around it appeared as if nothing had happened and that it was a strange dream. 

Dean sat in his bed, leg pulled towards his chest, shoelaces tightly gripped in each hand as he appeared to have the same thoughts racing through his mind just like his brother. “Rise and shine, Sammy.”

Sam had heard that before, the same line ringing through his mind like a signal. He’s heard that before, he’s heard this song before, almost like he had already lived this day before. 

A groan came from Deans bed, immediately both brothers looked over at the noise. And both felt their heart stop in their chest at what they saw. 

It was you. 

And you had just pulled your pillow over your head like from a distant memory of theirs. 

“Y/n?” Dean asked, forgetting his shoe completely and reaching over to lightly shake you. Almost as to see if you were real. “Y/n?”

“Cut it out.” You told him, taking the pillow and hitting him in the chest. 

Dean turned to his brother, disbelief and shock written all over his face as he tried to find an answer from his smart little brother. But, Sam just slowly shook his head, he didn’t know why or how you were back, but you were. 

And neither boys knew if they should be thankful or concerned for that. 

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Everything was the same. That the boys figured out the longer the day passed, from you doing the same morning routine as before, all the way to the people in the diner talking and acting as if they’ve done this before. 

It was almost as if it was rehearsed. 

Sam and Dean knew something was happening but they just didn’t know how to voice it. You were acting as if nothing had happened, as if you didn’t die in their arms from a gun shot. And maybe it didn’t happen. 

“Hey, Dean,” you said, sitting down in the inside of the booth. “Tuesdays pig in a poke.”

Sam gave you a funny look, eyebrows pinched together as he glanced at his brother real quick. “It’s Tuesday?”

You looked at the menu, not even bothering to met Sam’s eye as you spoke. “Yep, just like yesterday was Monday, and the day before was Sun-“

“We get it.” Dean interrupted you, his arm slung behind your back at he glanced around the restaurant. An unnerving feeling creeping up the back of his mind. 

Eyeing both boys, you could tell that something was the matter. They’ve been acting strange ever since they woke up this morning, but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why. “Are you guys ok?”  

“Yep.”

“Never better.”

You could tell they were lying, even through they were physically fine, deep down you knew something was wrong mentally. “Ok.” You replied going back to the menu, eyeing the many types of pancakes they had. “Think I’ll have chocolate pancakes with strawberry toppings.”

“Do you… Do you not remember any of this?” Sam asked, knowing now that this had happened before. 

“… no?” 

The waitress came over taking both yours and deans order, whom went with the special. Once she left, you turned you attention back to the boys. “What exactly should I be remembering?”

“This, today. Like it’s happened before.”

You pulled your lips into a tight line, mind racing to think if you’d actually remember this. “No, but maybe yall are experiencing Deja vu.” You told them, pretty certain that that’s all that was happening to them. 

“No, not Deja vu.” Sam told you, rubbing the sides of his head. “But it’s like this day has happened already, like we are reliving the yesterday.”

You glanced at each Winchester, concern etching to the front of your mind. “So… Deja vu?”

“No it’s-“ Dean rubbed his face, unsure of how to tell you that they’d already been through this day before. 

The waitress came back stack of chocolate chip pancakes, the whipped cream smothered in sliced strawberries. She also placed Deans pig in a poke onto the table, the smell of the breakfast gave off caused your stomach to rumble as your began to pour syrup on top the fruity food. 

“And here’s your hot sauc- crap!” The hot sauce on the platter tipped over falling towards the ground, though almost as a reflex Sam caught it, surprise etched on his face at what he’d done. “Thanks.” The waitress told him, walking away with the empty platter. 

“Wow.” You told the younger man. “We got our very own Spider-Man.”

After breakfast the boys seemed to try and explain the whole situation to you, though they tried their hardest to leave out the part where you got blown away by the owner of the mystery spot. 

The Mystery Spot. 

That’s where you died and that’s also when you came back and everything was practically normal. The brothers knew they had to go back there and find some answers, but not at night. That’s what they told you when you brought up going at night, they knew that if they could prevent the inedible then they would. 

Tires screeched from the road, trying to stop itself before it connected with your body. You were thrown across the road, your body broken and bloody from the impact. Once the brothers reached your side they knew it was too late, you were far to gone for them so save. 

‘Heat of the moment’

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Day after day, song after song, the Winchester boys had to watch you die in both gruesome and unrealistic ways. And every single time there was no way to save you. 

They were starting to get desperate, everyday they had explained to you what had happened and every time you ended up dead in one way or another. Right now they were back in the diner, you were quietly munching on your stack of waffles while the boys had the computer and newspaper articles scattered around the table. 

“So…” you began trying to figure out how exactly to word your next sentence. “”I’ve been killed every day and neither of y’all can figure out how?” 

“Well not exactly but I think we are getting close.” Sam told you, glancing up from behind the computer screen. 

“Yeah, see we thought I was the mystery spot, but after we tor down the walls and you got an axe to the head.” Dean told you, ignoring the way you stopped eating at that. “We thought maybe it wasn’t the place, but the things around it.”

“So then the town?”

“Exactly.”

“Well,” you began picking out the strawberries and eating them alone. “Have y'all tried leaving this place?”

“Yes”

“And?”

“And we got T-boned” Sam told you, finger clicking against the keyboard. 

”Oh… and I take it I didn’t make it.”

“No. No your neck broke on impact. “

“Oh” you didn’t really feel like eating after that. Clearing your throat and pushing your plate away you leaned forward to see what they were working on. “So what exactly have you guys gotten from all this.”

“It’s not that clear but, this Dexter Hasselback had put a lot of places like the Mystery Spot out of business.” Sam told you flipping the papers in your direction. “So we may think that I has to do something with him.”

“Yeah, but, we don’t know where Hasselback is.” Dean added on. “So we’re thinking that if we find him, we find out what going on.”

You nodded along with the information given, “Sounds great. Should we go ahead and look for Hasselback then?”

Dean gave a quick nod, hurriedly packing all the newspapers clippings into the small back that Sam had brought with him. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw a man from the counter get up to leave. 

Sam glanced at where the man once sat, and he seem to freeze at what he saw. The pink sticky syrup next to the plate covered in leftovers of the man’s breakfast. “Dean,” he said not once taking his eyes off the syrup. “Look at the counter.”

“What about it?” You asked, even though Sam didn’t call for you. 

“That man has maple syrup for the last 100 Tuesdays, now all of the sudden he has strawberries?” He said eyeing the man as he walked out of the restaurant. 

“Can’t blame ‘em.” You told Sam, picking up your own strawberry at that. “It’s earths one weakness.”

“Nothing changes, not the people and especially what they do. Except for us.” Dean muttered catching onto Sam’s ranting. 

And by tomorrow they would know exactly what to do to stop this. 

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Neither Sam nor Dean spoke a word to you the next day, they let you get your pancakes and listened to the words you seemed forced to say all while never taking their eyes off the man at the counter. 

“You know if you keep on being rude, the lady is gonna spit in my food.” You told them playing with a sugar packet as you waited on your food to come. 

They knew you were right, when the waitress came by, they were the ones to tell them what you wanted. And when they did it was very curt and off handed, almost like they were too focused on something else to care about how they acted. 

“You’ll live.” Dean told you, eyes glued to the man. 

“You two are dicks when your hungry.” You muttered under your breath, although they still heard what you said, but that was the least of their concerns.

The waitress came back with your pancakes before leaving again, and as she left the man at the counter suddenly stood up. He cleaned his mouth with a napkin, pulled out some money from his pocket and headed for the door. 

Sam and Dean shared a quick look, waiting til he was outside before getting up themselves. You stared confusedly as they walked out the diner, completely leaving you in the booth were you sat. 

“Are you seriously making me pay?” You called after them, though they were already out the door before you could argue any further. Plucking a small strawberry off the whipped cream, you threw down some money and hurried after the boys, not wanting to be left behind. 

The boys followed the man to the parking lot, though they refused to let him go any further as Sam slammed the man up against the fence. 

“Sam! What the hell?” You asked, coming up beside the taller man. But, your confusion went from one brother to the next as Dean pulled out a stake, the end dipped in blood. He pressed it up against the man’s throat silencing his yelling momentarily, the threat of being stabbed causing him to let out pleads to the two men. 

“We know who you are.” Dean told him pushing the piece of wood deeper into his neck. “Or what you are.”

“Oh my God.” The man looked between the three, eyes landing on you as you were the only one currently not posing as a threat to him. “Please don’t kill me.”

“It took us a hell of long time, but we figured it out.” Sam said, adding onto Dean explanation. “It was your M.O. that gave it away.”

“Yeah, going after jerks, giving them their just deserts. You kind loves that, don’t they?” Dean continued to taunt, not once letting his gripped slip up. 

The man looked like he was ready to start screaming again, eyes glancing between the weapon to the boys. “Yeah, sure. Ok! Just put the stake down!”

“Guys, maybe y’all should-“ you tried to reason with either of the brothers before they interrupted you.

“No!” Dean pressed the stake further into the man’s neck. “There’s only one creature powerful enough to do what you’re doing.” The man let out a pained groan. “Making reality out of nothing, sticking people into time-loops.”

“You’d have to be a God.” Sam finished, grip ever so slightly tightening on the man’s collar. “You’d have to be a trickster.”

“Sam…”

The man began to panic even more, a light sheen of sweat covering his face as he tried his hardest to lean away from the weapon. “Misters… my name is Ed Coleman. My wife is Amelia- I’ve got two kids!” He then stared right at the boys, “I sell add space for Christs sake.”

“Boys, I don’t think you should be doing this.” You tried once more, but all that came from your mouth just fell on deaf ears. 

“Don’t lie!” Sam suddenly shouted. “We know what you are, we killed your kind before.”

A beat of silence passed, no one seemed to move or even breath as they waited for something to happen. And right before their eyes the man’s face seemed to shift, his hair changing colors, eyes ever so slightly distancing themselves and his skin ridded itself of wrinkles. 

The man before you had shifted into an all to familiar face. 

“Actually,” The trickster began, a smug smirk plastered on his lips. “You didn’t.”

“Why are you doing this?” Dean asked first, the initial shock slowly fading as he came back to the current situation. “Why Y/n?”

“Are you kidding me? All three of you tried to kill me last time.” The trickster told you all, pointing an acusase finger as he did so. “Why wouldn’t I do this? Why not make each of you suffer?”

“So this is funny to you?” Sam asked, pushing the smaller man further into the fence. “Killing her over and over again, you find joy in that?”

“I’ve been getting killed?” You asked, confused and slightly shocked at what Sam had confessed. 

“Oh,” the trickster said, fake sincerity lacing his voice. “Did they forget to tell you today?”

“Shut up! Answer the question.” Dean shouted, the stake being pushed deeper into his throat as he did so. 

“Ok, ok! Yes it is fun.” The trickster confessed, trying to present a small laugh to ease the situation. Though it’s far from working. “But, this is so not about killing Y/n.”

The boys give one another a look of confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The joke is on the both of you. I mean… come on.” He gave a small roll of his eyes. “How great is it to watch your best friend die, day after day? Death after death? Forever.”

“Screw you.” Sam muttered. 

The trickster gave a small scoff, “Oh, yeah, way to go Sam. Way to keep it PG. But seriously how long will it take you two to realize you can’t save everyone? No matter how hard you try.”

“Yeah? We stick this stake in you right now, it ends for good.” Dean taunted pressing deeper with the wood. 

“Ok. Ok!” The trickster held up both hands. “You can’t take a joke? Fine, you’re out of it. You wake up tomorrow and it’ll be Wednesday.”

“And if you’re lying?”

“Then you know where to find me. At the diner having pancakes.” He then snapped his fingers and everything went dark. 

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Sam woke up with a start, the music blared through the small digital clock on the bedside table. He tried to rub the sticky from the back of his eyes, but the song of choice caused him to awaken even more. Glancing over at the table he ignored the time, seemingly staring at the date. 

“Wednesday.” He muttered to himself. “It’s Wednesday.”

“Yeah,” you called out from the bathroom, ringing out your hair into the motels shower as you did. “Like how yesterday was Tuesday and the day before was Monday. And can you turn that down, please? I don’t want to get a complaint from the neighbors.”

“No, are you kidding?” Dean asked you, deeply relieved that he didn’t have to listen to Asia again this morning. “Is this not the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard?”

You glance between both brothers, stopping your movements momentarily. “I’ve heard better.” You then went back to drying your hair. “How many Tuesdays did you two have exactly.”

“Too many.” Sam told you, tossing His bed sheets away from him as he got out of bed. “Wait… what do you remember?”

“Well you two were being real dicks at breakfast yesterday, then you threatened to stab a guy in the diners parking lot. And then the guy turned into the trickster, and that’s ‘bout it, really.”

“Right, ok. Let’s get out of here.” Sam told you, making his way to his bag to get a change of clothes. Dean not to far behind. 

“Are- are you two not hungry?”

“No.”

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You placed the last of your stuff in the back of the impala, the door shutting will a loud thump as you did so. Turning to make your way back into the motel, you were stopped by an older man. One you recognized as someone from the diner yesterday. 

“Jus’ hand me your money and I’ll be on my way.” He told you, cocking his pistol to show that he wasn’t joking around. 

“Alright, ok. Yeah.” You told him, hands slightly raised at your sides as you did so. “It’s just in my pocket, ok?”

He gave you a quick nod, eyes darting around the empty parking lot in case someone walked out on them. “That’s fine.”

Reaching into your pockets, you pulled your wallet out. Raising it to show the man, you then tossed it at him, he caught it with his unoccupied hand. The gun still pointed directly at you. 

“We good?” You questioned, hands going back to the air as the man didn’t look like he was going to lower his weapon.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Bang

Sam and Dean stopped their movements, the both of them giving each other a Quick Look before running outside. Upon reaching the motels parking lot they saw you on the ground, blood everywhere so slowly pooling around you as you laid motionless. 

The man who had shot you was running away, his gun tucked tightly towards his chest as he fled from the scene. But the brothers main focus wasn’t on him, instead they raced towards you, praying that they weren’t too late.

Sam dropped to one side as Dean dropped to the other, their blue jeans soaking up the blood on the asphalt as they lifted you into a sitting position. 

“Y/n?” Sam asked hands clutching onto the sides of your face as your body went numb. “Y/n please.”

Dean knew this was too familiar, it was like the first time that you had been killed. Only this time he had a sliver of hope that the trickster was playing another joke on them. But as seconds passed and you had yet to wake up, that hope began to fade. And instead tears threatened to spill over. 

“Sam,” dean muttered out, holding on your lifeless hand. “I don’t think we are waking up this time.”

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A/N: Hope yall enjoyed. And for anyone that is wondering I am working on the DAREDEVIL!READER x JASON TODD story. I just finished school and tests is all, but let me know what yall think!

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