This Cant Be Real - Dean Winchester Imagine

This Can’t Be Real - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x Reader

Warning: Blood and stabbing, death (kinda). Implied Smut

Summary : The Reader wakes up in a strange world, could this be real and could she finally be happy?

You woke with a start gasping as you sat bolt upright. Your head snapped from side to side looking around the room you were in. Confused you found yourself in a bedroom. It was homey, not a motel, but an actual homey bedroom. You heard a groan to your left and your head snapped around. Someone lay beside you.

A man. The covers down around his waist showing off the muscular back. You felt something tighten around your hips and you were tugged closer to this man. You glanced down to see his arm around you. But what made your eyes widen was the fact that you were naked. How the hell did this happen? completely panicked you grabbed the covers scrambling off the bed. Why were you in a strange house with a strange man? Your bare leg hit off the bedside table and a lamp wobbled. It was one you had been looking at in a catalogue a few days earlier. Wishing that you had a house so you could buy the pretty glass rose lamp. You reached to grab it but it had already tumbled from the wooden surface.

It hit the ground with a crash and one of the flowers shattered. There was a groan from the bed again and movement. Your head shot back towards the man. Only now that you really took time to look at him you weren’t all that sure he was a stranger. You knew that back and ass anywhere. ‘The hell?’ He grumbled his voice heavy with sleep.

Your eyes widened as they fell on the picture on the other bedside cabinet, on his side. There stood a photo of the two of you smiling. He had his arms wrapped around you and you were laughing as he rubbed his cheek to your. He groaned again and turned to look at you furrowing his eyebrows. ‘Dean?’ You breathed.

Dean reached out to you his fingers grasping the edge of the blanket. ‘Who else were ye expecting sweetheart?’ He gave the blanket a sharp tug and rather than have it fall from your body you allowed yourself to be dragged with it. Your knees hit the bed and you landed on your knees as he covered himself up a little.

He seemed to notice you were tense and sat up. ‘Jesus Dean’ You snapped closing your eyes. ‘Put some clothes on’ You heard him chuckle and felt his hands on your hips. They slid around the covers his fingers finding bare skin and before you could pull away he gave a sharp tug.

You squealed as you felt yourself collide with his hard body. He turned and you gasped feeling nothing but air for a second until your back hit the soft bed. You felt his weight on top of you the only thing between your naked bodies was the thin sheet. ‘You weren’t saying that last night Babe’ You felt his hot breath on your ear before you felt his mouth press kisses to your neck. ‘Dean’ You scolded opening your eyes.

What the hell was this? Was this some alternate reality you had been zapped to where yours and Dean’s relationship had actually worked out. Where you two had settled down, left the hunting life behind you, where he hadn’t decided he was poison to everyone around him and had pushed you away when you two had started getting serious. Maybe he hadn’t left you in that Motel after you two had that fight. Maybe he had come back and this was what your life would have been.

You let out a groan as Dean nipped at the skin at the base of your neck. ‘Stop’ You pushed him away and scooted away from him. He furrowed his eyebrows and a frown settled on his. ‘Sweetheart’ He reached out to you. ‘You alright?’ He sounded worried. You threw the covers at him and threw your legs over the bed running towards the door you had seen, it was slightly open and you could see a shower.

You yelped in pain as your foot stood on something sharp. You stopped and pulled your foot up off the floor. ‘Oh God’ You felt arms wrap around your waist. ‘I thought I heard something break’ Dean lifted you slightly and he brought you back to the bed sitting you down. He knelt before you and took your ankle in his hand. You remembered the last time he had taken your ankle in those hands. It had been months ago, and he had been dragging you down the bed so he could bring his talented mouth between your legs.

He gasped when he seen the underside of your foot. Panic spread across his face and he looked up at you. ‘I need to get you to the hospital. He stood and almost ran around the room. He grabbed his boxers pulling them on and then dress pants. He picked up your bra tossing it to you. You reached out and snatched it from the air. It was only then that you noticed the two rings around your finger. The first one had a small rose diamond in the centre of smaller dark red ones. The other was a silver wedding band. ‘I’m married’ You breathed out. You felt something hit your side and seen a tight black dress.

Looking up you seen Dean pulling on a black shirt. He froze turning to you. Your eyes roamed the skin that was still being shown by the nice unbuttoned shirt. ‘Sweetheart?’ He said tentatively looking at you as if you had lost your mind. He held up his hand and you seen a silver band on his fingers, exactly like yours. ‘You married me. Four years ago’ Your eyes widened and you gaped at him.

Your eyes fell back on this ring on your finger. ‘We’re married, for four years’ You gulped. This just got a hell of a lot more serious, and weird. You were married to Dean Winchester. Wait, that made you Y/n Winchester. ‘Y/n’ Dean took your hand his other coming to your chin making him look up at you. ‘You know this’ He breathed. ‘Please put on some clothes so I can take you to the hospital’ Your eyes fell back on your foot. There was three pieces of glass sticking out of your sole. The blood was running down your foot and dripping onto the carpet, damn that wasn’t going to be easy to get out, that carpet was light.

You pulled your hand from his and reached out touching his face. ‘Will you get me something other than this dress?’ You breathed looking into his eyes. He shot up and ran to the chest of drawers. His shirt billowed behind him giving you a nice view of the dark boxers peeking out over his pants He pulled out a pair of sweats and a loose top that must belong to him. He brought them back over to you. ‘Here’ He helped you pull the shirt over your head. ‘Can you please take this more serious Y/n’ He grumbled when you grabbed his hand. ‘Get me the med-kit Dean’ You ordered.

His eyes widened. ‘The med kit? What will you do with that? Wh-’ You leaned forwards and pressed your index finger to his full lips. ‘Dean’ You paused for a second. ‘Baby, please’ He nodded. ‘Put that on’ He gestured to the pants and it was only then that you remembered you were still half naked. You felt your face heat up. But he was your husband, well here and now he was. You grabbed the loose joggers and bent pulling them on.

Dean came back in from the bathroom and put the med kit down beside you. you reached over opening it. You propped your foot up on your leg and reached down pulling the glass from your foot. ‘Y/n’ Dean exclaimed grabbing your hands. ‘What are you doing?’ You looked up at his face. ‘It’s only a scratch, we’ve had worse’ You mumbled. Dean looked up at you his eyes wide and his mouth open, a horrified look on his face. ‘What?’ You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘Like the time you cut your palm making dinner and almost cried?’ You shook your head. ‘Or the time I was shot? Or stabbed by an Angel? Or tortured by demons?’ Dean reached up and felt your face.

He patted your face lightly before his large hand stayed on your forehead. ‘You ain’t burning up. Are you sick? Demons? Angels? When were you shot? When?’ He rushed and started to breath heavily. ‘Can you stop talking crap so I can get you to the hospital?’ You reached out and put your hands on his face. ‘Dean? Demons, as in Crowley. King of hell. Angels, one of our best friends is an angel, Cas, you remember Cas right?’ Dean nodded and you relaxed. ‘He owns the bar downtown that me and Sammy drink at?’ He said it as more of a question

You groaned. ‘Alright, just sit over there’ You let go of him and waved your hand towards the seat in the corner of the room. ‘I’m going to get my foot fixed up and then we’re going to sort this mess out’ You pushed his hands away from you and reached for the needle in the med-kit. ‘Y/n’ Dean exclaimed but you sent him a glare. ‘Give me a minute’ You snapped and you swatted his hand away threading the thread through the needle. ‘What are you doing?’ Dean’s voice was full of horror as you pinched your skin together.

Dean was leaning back in the chair his hand covering his face. You looked up at him after cutting the thread. You stood wincing a little as you took the first step. ’Dean’ You crouched down in front of him. Dean uncovered his face and leaned down. ‘Even after knowing you for ten years you still surprise me’ He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You sighed leaning up into him, your hands laid on his bare torso.

His arms wrapped around you and he lifted you onto his lap. You nestled into his lap straddling him. ‘Where did you learn that?’ He asked. ‘Internet?’ It came out as a question more than anything but he just hummed. ‘I have to learn how to be tougher if we’re going to have a kid don’t I?’ You tensed not knowing where that came from. You couldn’t have a kid, the life was to- You relaxed slightly, you weren’t in that life anymore.

Dean’s eyes lit up. ‘A kid? Are you?’ His eyes trailed down to your stomach. ‘Um, no’ You shook your head. He looked up at you through his lashes. ‘Damn it, and it’s not cos we ain’t trying’ You smiled leaning down pressing your lips to his again. His hand came up to cup your cheek as his tongue slipped past your lips massaging yours. He was just like you remembered. Perfect.

Dean pulled away and lifted you up. You giggled and wrapped your legs around his hips. He strolled over to the bed and then dropped to his knees before slowly letting you down onto your back. ‘I’m going to go call Mom say we can’t do dinner tonight and let you recover’ That made you tense. Mom? Was Dean’s Mom alive in this universe? You shook your head and gripped his shirt before he could climb off you. ‘No, no don’t’ You seen the smile creep up onto his face but he shook his head.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. ‘Sweetheart, you’ve been weird all morning. Me and you are going to take the day off and I’m going to look after my wife’ You felt yourself melt and a large smile spread across your face. Now that you could get used to. ‘No, no I want to Dean’ You traced your fingers over his lips. ‘It’s not everyday I get to be a make dinner for my Husband’s Mother’ You giggled your fingers tracing from freckle to freckle. ‘I want us to be a family’ Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

He took your hand in his. ‘We already are’ He leaned down and kissed you lacing your fingers together. ‘How about we give it another go at starting our own?’ A sly smirk that you were used to spread across Dean’s handsome features. You squeezed his hand in yours.’Well we are married’ You slipped him over. ‘So I say it’s only the next logical step’ You beamed leaning down to press your lips to Dean’s full ones.

You pulled on the knee length blue dress and smoothed it down. You never had pretty things like that. You smiled as Dean came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your neck. ‘You doing this on purpose sweetheart?’ He grumbled  nuzzling into you. ‘I don’t know what you mean, my dear husband’ Dean chuckled looking up at you through your hair.

His bright green eyes met yours in the mirror and you melted back into his embrace. ‘You know what this dress does to me’ He grumbled and you furrowed your eyebrows. ‘You know everytime I see you in this I just want to bend you over the table and take you there and then’ You gasped slightly as Dean’s voice got huskier by the word. ‘Maybe you should’ You pushed yourself back onto his but his hands tightened on your hips. ‘You really want round three right now?’ You turned in his arms and pressed your lips to his as an answer.

You straightened your hair as you ran down the stairs. Dean was jogging down behind you. He swatted your ass and you giggled. He laughed behind you, god you loved hearing him laugh, he didn’t do that often. ‘Coming’ You shouted as the doorbell rang again. Dean ran into the kitchen shoving his shirt into his pants and sending you a wink over his shoulder. You took a second to compose your post orgasm self before flinging it open. You froze. ‘Jess?’ You breathed. Sam’s, dead, or not so dead, girlfriend stood in front of you looking very pregnant. ‘Y/n’ She beamed and threw her arms around your shoulders.

Sam watched her lovingly and then pulled you in for a hug when she pulled away. ‘Wow’ You breathed. ‘You’re-eh-big’ Jess swatted your arm. ‘You seen me yesterday silly and made the exact same comment’ You smiled widely at her, oh yes, Alternative Universe. You glanced down and caught a flash of silver.

They were married. ‘Y/n’ The blonde woman you had only seen in photos was next to throw her arms around you. ‘How are you? Thank’s for having this, myself and John have been looking forwards to this for a whole week’ You wrapped your arms around her squeezing her. This was the woman John and Dean had talked so highly of, who had given her life in that nursery. ‘Mrs Winchester’ You smiled at her. She chuckled. ‘How often are you going to play that one?’ You laughed along with her, well you presumed you called Dean’s Mother Mary. ‘Evening Kiddo’ John came in and gave you a side hug before handing you a bottle of wine.

He winked. ‘Because you and Dean need more wine’ You closed the door behind you as you all made your way into the dining room. You helped Dean dish out the food and settled into your own place. ‘How was your holiday sweetie?’ Mary asked Dean as you ate. ‘Awesome’ Dean beamed and winked at you. ‘We were glad you convinced us to go’ He took your hand and you smiled back at him. ‘A whole week with my girl’ You blushed and leaned over placing a kiss on his cheek. ‘He was amazing’ You lied clearly not remembering  whatever holiday they were talking about. ‘It’s no wonder I married this man’ Dean let out a loud laugh and shook his head. ‘God, it’s like you two are just married again’ Sam groaned and Jess smacked him on the arm.

She beamed at you two. ‘I think it’s adorable Y/n. I still love you two as much as the day I met you’ You blushed at the compliment. ‘You hear that husband. We’re the power couple’ Dean leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. ‘I believe we are wife’ He chuckled. You heard Sam groan. ‘Trying to keep down this dinner here guys’ He grumbled and this time both Jess and his mother swatted him. John just laughed and shook his head. You snuck another kiss to Dean’s lips before beginning to eat again.

After dinner you watched the family from the kitchen. Sam, Dean and John were laughing at some joke and for the first time in a long time the boys looked genuinely happy. You sighed happy. Jess and Mary were sitting beside their husbands chatting. This was what life was supposed to be like, this family was supposed to be happy, complete. Dean looked away from his little brother his face lit up. He held out his hand and you smiled and walked over to him. You made sure to add some extra sway to your step and you seen his smile falter. His eyes trailed down your body and back up to your face.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his lap. 'Are you trying to kill me' He growled lowly into your ear. You giggled 'I brought you boys another beer' You laid the three beers on the table. John reached out and patted your knee. 'I don’t know how my son bagged such an amazing wife' He turned to Jess and winked. 'Either of them' Both Sam and Dean grumbled and you and Jess shared a look giggling. 'Some of your charm must have rubbed of on them' You shifted in Dean’s lap and wrapped your arm around his neck.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as John laughed at your comment. Dean pouted and pinched your thigh. You let out a small squeal and smacked his chest as he laughed. 'Awh don’t worry Baby, I’m not going to leave you for your Dad' Dean scoffed and tightened his hold on you. 'Hell you are' He grumbled. You giggled leaning down pressing a kiss to his cheek. Jess sighed happily. 'When we get to ten years together we better still be like that' Dean smiled up at you before turning to her. 'You’re having a kid, everything goes to hell after that' He chuckled and you swatted him again. 'Don’t listen to him' You soothed her.

Sam scoffed and wrapped his arm around his wife. 'Aren’t you two trying for one ever since Y/n got that promotion' He chuckled. Mary’s head shot to you two. 'You’re trying for a baby?' Dean groaned and glared at Sam 'Well, we have more time now and You weren't supposed to tell anyone' He snapped. And then he looked up at you with an apologetic face.

You dropped the bottles into the bin. 'I’m sorry I told Sam we were giving it a go. I know you didn’t want to tell them' You turned to see Dean standing in the doorway. 'So, we've been married' six years and together 10 how come we've never had a kid?' You asked leaning back on the worktop behind you. Dean walked into the kitchen. 'You aint mad?' You shook your head and seen his shoulders relax.

He placed his hands on either side of you caging you in. 'And you know we agreed not to have kids in our 20s to live life, and then you were working for that promotion' you reached out running your hands over his chest. 'Well I got it' You smiled and he nodded. You slipped your hands over his shoulders and grabbed the back of his neck pulling his lips down an inch from yours. 'And there’s the table' You giggled. Deans eyes darkened and his hands landed on your back as he slammed his lips to yours.

You opened the front door and Dean looked up from his seat on the porch. 'Can’t believe you kicked me outa the shower' He grumbled. You smiled as you sat beside him on the porch swing. 'I was trying to have a shower and you kept distracting me' You threw your legs over his and he began to massage your calves. You leaned your head on his shoulder. 'I had a good day today' You wrapped your hands around his bicep. Dean leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head.

You sighed looking out over the landscape. You and Dean had a two story house in the country. The town was seemingly only a five minute drive away, good for Dean who worked in the garage in town with his Dad. That made you happy beyond anything. Dean had always loved cars, especially the Impala, which was parked in the driveway right now. And the fact that he got on with his Father and it was a good relationship was even better.

And Sam, sam was happy too, he had been supported through Stanford and was successful. He had Jess and they were starting a family. He had gotten to know his mother and what it was like to be a family. And he only lived about 10 minutes away from his brother. Looks like even in this world you couldn’t separate those two

This was perfect. It was like your own perfect little world. You and Dean sat on the porch seat in silence for almost half an hour watching the sun go down. It had been so long since you had seen a sunset, and never with Dean. It was something you always wanted to do, just end your day with watching the sunset every day. ‘Can’t believe you made me promise to do this everyday’ Dean grumbled. ‘Remember the first day I missed it?’ He chuckled. ‘You didn’t talk to me all night’ You giggled. ‘Sounds like me’ You felt him press another kiss to your head.

You smiled and looked up at him through your lashes. ‘I love you Dean’ You whispered and he looked down at you with a smile. ‘I love you too Sweetheart’ You felt your heart swell. Dean had never told you he loved you before this day, this perfect day. It was too good to be true. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his again. You would never get over Dean Winchesters lips on yours.

You lay in bed your body pressed against Dean. Your head was rested on his chest. He was asleep his arm around you. You smiled. This life was perfect. It was everything you always wanted. A happy life, a good job. A husband who loved you, you starting a family. Sam and Dean were happy. It couldn’t be more perfect if you were to plan it out yourself.

You froze your eyes widening. It was perfect, perfect. You gulped and slipped out from under Dean’s arm. You found his shirt on the floor where you had dropped it earlier as you both stumbled into the room. You picked it up pulling it onto your bare body. You tip toed downstairs and over to where you had seen a laptop today. Opening it you searched for what you needed.

You stood by the counter the large carving knife in your hands. You sighed and closed your eyes. ‘Castiel’ You prayed harder than you ever had. ‘If you can hear me, please Cas,I need your help’ You waited for a moment, but no Cas. You knew this was too perfect, you knew it wasn’t real. ‘Y/n’ Your eyes shot open and you seen Dean standing in the doorward. ‘Sweetheart put down the knife’ His hands were head out and he genuinely looked terrified, his eyes wide. ‘You’re not real’ You breathed. ‘This isn’t real’ Dean moved closer. ‘You’re happy, what did I do wrong Babe?’ Your eyes narrowed. ‘Don’t do that’ You snapped. ‘Dean’ You sighed. ‘I love you, I do’ You felt the tip of the knife against your chest. ‘But his isn’t real, this is the djinn’ You closed your eyes again hearing him shouting at you as you plunged the knife into you.

Your eyes refused to open and you groaned. Your hand were tied above your head and you felt something prick your skin. You went slack again when you heard a noise. It wasn’t hard as you felt so weak. You heard a groan beside you and struggled to open you eyes again. This time it worked.

Only opening it a little you got a fuzzy imagine of a man standing beside you. His lips were wrapped around a red tube. You almost gagged realising he was sucking blood from it. Further away you seen another two figures behind him as well. They were strung up just like you. The djinn pulled away from the tube and looked between you all before turning.

You opened your eyes and looked up. The rope was looped around a meat hook. You moved your hands  up trying to push it off but even after 10 tries it wouldn’t work. You groaned and started twisting your wrists. It took you longer than you had hoped because you had to stop a few times due to exhaustion from blood loss. Finally one of your hands came free and you collapsed to the ground.

You breathed heavily and winced looking down at your arm. Blood was flowing freely from the gash that you had caused because you hadn’t been able to get the needle in your arm. You began to crawl over to your bag on the far side of the room. Your vision blurred but you stayed crawling.

Your fingers hit the course material as you heard footsteps behind you. You dug your hand around in the bag and felt something nick your finger. You grabbed it as something wrapped around your leg. It dragged you back to it. Using all your strength you turned over. You seen a pale grey hand with blue tattoos in front of you.

Your arm shot up and the man’s eyes widened and he croaked. Suddenly he fell forwards onto you. You groaned panting heavily.

It took you a few minutes to get the strength to shove him off you. Panting heavily you started to crawl towards the other victim. Then black.

When you came round again you heard shouts. ‘Y/n’ You recognised that voice. Sam. You tried calling out but your voice wasn’t working. Taking a deep breath you let out your loudest scream. It didn’t come out as loud but you did make a noise. You heard the shouts stop. ‘Cas, Dean I found her’ Faint footsteps got louder. ‘Y/n’ Hands landed on your shoulder.

You were turned over. The younger Winchester was leaning over you, his eyes wide and roaming your body. He cursed as his eyes landed on your arm. ‘Cas’ He shouted. ‘She’s bad’ You reached out and took his hand. ‘Check on them’ Your voice was hoarse, like you hadn’t spoken in weeks.

He looked away from you and at them. ‘Y/n’ Sam’s head snapped to the side and he nodded at someone. He stood and disappeared from your view. Then his brother appeared. Dean’s hands began to feel your body and he pressed on your arm. ‘Hey sweetheart, stay with me’ You smiled slightly at him. His eyes met yours and you sighed. Now you could die happy. ‘I- lo-ove yo-you D-Dean’ You coughed out as you felt your eyes getting heavy. ‘Y/n, y/n, no, stay with me’ But your eyes were already closing. ‘Sweetheart you ca-’ But when everything went dark again.

You rolled over and groaned. Then you remembered what happened. ‘Rest Y/n’ You sat up. Castiel stood at the end of the bed. ‘I was able to heal you and get you back to the bunker’ He explained catching your confused expression. ‘Dean has gone to grab food, he will be back in a moment’ He informed you. It was only then did you realise you were in Dean’s room in the bunker.

You looked down at your arm and seen it was completely healed. ‘How did you know where I was?’ You whispered. You were glad to realise that your voice wasn’t hoarse anymore. ‘I heard your prayer, although it was too faint I had to concentrate on it to get your location, it was not immediately clear’ You nodded. ‘Thank you, for saving my life’ You looked up at him. ‘You’re awake’ You looked towards the door to see Dean standing with a plate in his hand. 

There was a large sandwich on it. ‘I hope that’s mine, I’m starving’ He looked down at it and smiled. ‘I will leave you, Y/n, you must rest, you lost a substantial amount of blood’ Cas nodded at you both and then he disappeared.

Dean began walking towards you and then sat down beside you on the bed.  ‘Thank you for coming’ You whispered as he handed you half a sandwich. ‘Cas came in worried, we weren’ gonna stay here’ You nodded. ‘I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can, I’m feeling okay’ Dean scoffed and almost choked on his sandwich. He put it back on the plate and then grabbed yours. ‘Hey’ You snapped glaring at him. ‘Hunting on your own is dangerous’ He scolded as he turned back to you after putting the plate on the bedside table.

That made your glare harden. ‘From now on, it’s me you and Sammy’ You opened your mouth to tell him off but he covered it with his hand. ‘No arguments’ You shoved him away. ‘You left me in a motel’ He smirked. ‘You told me ye loved me’ Your mouth opened and closed until you grunted. ‘I thought I was dying’ You crossed your arms. He just grunted before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes widened before you closed them leaning into you. ‘Stay?’ He breathed after he pulled away. You nodded and seen him smile. He turned away and grabbed the plate again offering you your half again. You took it and smiled at him.

That night was spent in bed with Dean, watching some stupid comedy he loved and living out your perfect life, twice.

Looking at this now....I probably should have done this in two parts....woops

Masterlist

Look me up - Rowena Imagine

Summary: When the King of Hell calls to ask a favour you are happy to oblige, I mean who wouldn’t need a favour from the King of hell.

Requested by Anon

You stood with your arms crossed outside some kind of old building. ‘Anytime now, it is me doing you a favour’ You grumbled just before the door opened. Two men in suits stood inside. ‘Who are you?’ One of them snapped. ‘Crowley’s expecting me’ You sighed rolling your eyes. At the same same both their eyes turned black telling you they were demons, not that you didn’t already know. They both tensed and went into attack mode as you

You muttered a few words waving your hand and they both froze in their spots. ‘Next time you want to show how almighty you are, don’t do it with powerful witch’ You scoffed pulling the door closed behind you. The halls were long as you navigated through them. The stained glass windows casting random colours over the tiled floors. More demon’s stood in front of two large doors and they straightened when you came into view. ‘The King has been expecting you’ The short lady reached across and opened the door for you. You nodded your thanks at her before stepping inside.

You almost laughed when you realised it was a throne room. It was mostly lit by candles on tall black candle holders. Only the evening light came in the high semicircle windows. Random cabinets and shelves lined the walls and were covered in random crap that wasn’t even worth noting. Another man in a suit stood with a long paper reading out names and dates. 

You stopped behind him and the he stopped as Crowley’s eyes left him landing on you. He sat up straighter in his raised throne. He crossed his legs and a sly smile crept across his face. ‘Well hello there Y/n’ He waved off the other demon and he clicked the scroll disappearing. ‘Out’ He barked and the few demons here scrambled away. ‘It’s good to see you again’ Crowley stood coming down the steps. ‘You studied biblical magic? Yes?’ You nodded crossing your arms as he stopped in front of you.

He smiled. ‘Well I’ve had a little problem, someone has been sneaking in and out of hell, I need you to help seal up a few old passages’ You sighed. ‘You could try asking nicely. He rolled his eyes. ‘My Mother had tried but it does not seem to be working’ You raised your eyebrows your lips stretching up into a smirk. ‘You have a Mother?’ You let out a laugh. ‘And she’s a witch?’ He gave you a stoic look before nodding. ‘Wow, the King of Hell has a Mommy’ You laughed.

You readjusted your leather jacket over your mid thigh black dress. Crossing your ankles your combat boots scraping along the floor. ‘And nothing she does works?’ You asked and he nodded. The door behind you opened and you both turned your heads to the door. ‘Fergus’ A sweet accented voice lilted through the room. A woman in an older strolled into the room.

A long red dress flattered her slender body. Her dark red hair was pulled back into an elegant updo leaving only her bangs and a few loose strands to frame her face. She wore dark eyeshadow that helped those green eyes pop and bright red lipstick.

Her eyes landed on you and she smiled. You couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Well son? Aren’t you going to introduce me to the lovely lady?’ You couldn’t exactly place her accent. ‘Mother, this is Y/n’ He gestured to you. ‘Y/n, this is my Mother’ The Woman stopped in front of you. ‘Rowena, Dear’ She held you her hand. She had small delicate hands and you reached out wrapping your own around them. ‘Y/n, can I ask where your accent is from? I can’t place it? Somewhere European?’ You smiled shyly at her. ‘Scottish’ She confirmed her eyes trailing your face.

You both dropped your hands as Crowley cleared his throat. You turned. ‘Yes Fergus?’ You smirked. You watched his face turn into a scowl. Rowena gave a small laugh behind you. ‘You may be a witch but you should still watch your tone with me’ He snapped. ‘Fergus’ Rowena stepped in beside you. ‘You shouldn’t talk to a lady like that, where are yer manners’ You coughed to hide the chuckle that escaped your lips. ‘Y/n is here to help you close up those little holes. My demons will show you down’ He strode by you and his Mother. You leaned over to the woman beside you. ‘I take it he doesn’t like Fergus’ You laughed and heard Rowena laugh.

You strolled through the dark hall. Hell was not as bad as you thought it would be. You pushed your bag further onto your shoulder as you watched the other witch walk in front of you. It was hot though. You both rounded a corner and you seen the hallway ended in a wall. On it was an old symbol. Your eyes ran over it picking out all the imperfections. ‘I’m not sure what’s wrong’ Rowena looked over her shoulder at you when she came to a stop. ‘There is some slight imperfections, spells like this require absolute accuracy’ You strolled up to the symbol and ran your finger over the junction of the line and the circle below.

The line of dry blood disappeared beneath your fingers. You reached into your bag and pulled out a small silver knife. You ran it along your palm. ‘May I ask where you learned this Dear?’ You allowed the blood to run down to your fingertips. ‘I studied it under a very old Witch a couple of centuries ago’ You told her reaching up and beginning to draw an old hell ruin underneath the other symbol. ‘Centuries?’ She sounded intrigued as you stepped back. ‘Yep,centuries. It should work now’ You glanced at her to find her watching you with a smile.

She began chanting and the symbols began glowing. By the end you had to cover your eyes from the intense red light. you heard the bricks in the wall grinding together and then the light disappeared. Rowens stood her arms outstretched and her shoulders heaving up and down. You had never seen a better sight in your life. 

She turned to you and a large smile on her face. ‘Don’t ye just love te feelin’ after a spell’ The bliss on her face almost made you swoon and you wondered if that’s what you looked like when you had finished a spell. You didn’t care, all you cared about was seeing that face again and again, on her. ‘How many more do we have to do?’ You asked breathily. ‘You give me the directions I can do half of them’ You cleared your throat trying to get rid of the dryness. ‘Oh Dear, I’m not letting you out of my sight in this place’ She almost skipped forwards and looped her arm through yours. ‘We don’t wan’ a pretty little thing like you getting lost in Hell’ She turned you and dragged you back down the hallway.

Another 5 spells later you stood in front of the last blood dripping from your fingers as you raised your arms. You opened your mouth and began to mutter the long ancient words. Your eyes closed and rolled back. It was over as quickly as it had began and you let out a long breath. ‘Ye just look delicious when yer doin’ that’ You opened your eyes and turned to see her standing with her hands on her hips. You felt the blush rising on your cheeks and you cleared your throat. 

You looked down at your hands and ran your fingers over your cut palm the flesh knitting itself up again and cleaning itself. ‘Let’s get ou’ of here ‘nd ye tell me a little more about Y/n’ You smiled up at her liking the way your name sounded in her accent. ‘I’d like that’ You smiled.

Both of you sat in a small cafe, her sipping on a tea and you sipping on a coffee. Rowena let out a laugh as you told her another story from your antics in Europe. ‘So ye were wild in yer youth’ You shrugged. ‘It got me a lot of hunters on my tail though, so I moved and gave it up. ‘Had ye down as a troublemaker’ She smirked and you chuckled blushing. 

It took you both by surprise when her phone rang. She rolled her eyes after looking at the Id. ‘Fergus’ She drawled when she picked up. You took another sip of your beverage as she listened to her son on the other end. Then suddenly she hung up. ‘I’m after I have te cut this short Dear, but you know where te find me’ She stood and sighed. You stood along with her. ‘I will be sure to see you again Rowena’ You caught her arm when you were outside.

You turned her to look at you meeting her eyes. She smiled softly and her hand came up to rest on your cheek. ‘Ye better’ You smiled in return. ‘And if being the King of Hell’s Mother ever looses it’s appeal, look me up’ You leaned in and pressed your lips to her perfectly blushed cheek.

A month later there was a knock at your door. You groaned not expecting anybody today, and when you never expected someone it was usually bad news. You strode to the door smoothing down the top you wore and opened it. You froze at the sight in front of you. Standing there in all her glory was Rowena.

She had half her hair pinned back and the rest cascading down her back. She wore a tight light blue dress that made you trail your eyes down her figure before looking back up at her eyes. She had a long dark cloak fastened around her neck and she leaned against the door. ‘Ye told me te look ye up’ The full smile on her face made one grow on your own.

She stepped over the threshold and stopped beside you. ‘Let me guess, you had nowhere else to go?’ You chuckled closing the door behind you leaning against it. ‘I could be in a 5 star hotel Dear’ She unfastened her cloak and dropped it over the back of your chair. ‘I’m here because I didn’t want te be anywhere else’ You chuckled and looked at the woman you had seen almost every week in the last month. ‘Well I’m glad you are’ You strolled over to her.

You placed your hand on her cheek and pressed your lips to the other. ‘Tea?’ You asked as you pulled away. ‘Ye know me all too well, I shall make it’ She leaned down and pecked your lips leaving you a little shocked as she turned and swaggered towards your kitchen. You gulped and allowed the smile to stretch across your face before following her.

I hope this is what you wanted Anon and I’ve done it justice.

Masterlist

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The people in the apartment below me are playing “Never Have I Ever” and I’m smoking on my porch creeping on their game

Wasn’t the world supposed to end in 2012??? That was a good plan who fucked that up

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After Math -Castiel Imagine

Witch’s spell Part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Castiel x reader

Summary: Both Castiel and the reader deal with the consequences that the spell the witch cast on Castiel has had.

You swung your machete and the vamps head rolled from its shoulders. ‘Dean’ You sprinted forwards and dropped to your knees by the older hunter. He was tied to the pillar in the basement. ‘Dean’ You slapped his face as Sam took care of the last vamp. Dean’s head flopped to the side and he groaned slightly. You gasped slightly.

Blood covered the side of his neck. Some vamp must have taken a bite out of him before you got there ‘Shit’ You cursed and reached down pulling off your top, leaving you in nothing but a bra on top. Sam dropped down behind his brother and started to undo the ropes tying his hands. You pressed your balled up shirt to his neck. ‘This is really bleeding out Sam’ You panicked watching the red soak through the blue material.

Sam crept around to you. ‘Can you stop it?’ He asked and you shook your head your eyes wide. You took a deep breath. You would have to do something you really didn’t want to do. Something you had been avoiding for almost two months. ‘Cas’ You prayed. ‘Dean’s been hurt, real bad. We need you’ No sooner had you finished then the flap of wings were heard.

You felt his presence by your side and watched him out of the corner of your eye refusing to look him straight on. He raised his hand and put two fingers to Dean’s forehead. Dean gasped and his eyes shot open. His face went straight into fight mode but when he seen it was just you he relaxed. You took your top from his neck and ran your fingers over the skin on his neck breathing a sigh of relief escaping you as you seen it was as if it had never been hurt.

You seen Cas look at you as Dean sent you a smirk. Cas did a double take probably only noticing now what you were wearing, or more importantly, the lack of what you were wearing. He stood as you turned your focus back to Dean. You dropped your top to the ground. You had another back at the bunker, which was only an hours drive away, and it wasn’t like the boys hadn’t seen you without your top before. You had been on enough hunts that you had gotten hurt on at least one and they had to patch you up.

Sam put his hand on Dean’s shoulder. ‘You okay?’ Dean nodded. ‘Damn vamp decided to munch on me before you got here’ He grunted before sending you a wink. ‘But I’m much better now’ You rolled your eyes and slapped his shoulder standing up. ‘Shut up Winchester’ You chuckled at him. You felt something touch your arm. It was warm.

You turned to see Castiel’s hand nudging you. He held his trench coat in his hand offering it to you. His eyes still on Dean. ‘You have no shirt’ Castiel’s deep voice ran through you giving you shivers. You shook your head even though he wasn’t looking at you and helped Dean stand. ‘I have one back at the bunker’ You shrugged steadying Dean and patting his chest. ‘Please’ Cas nudged you again.

Dean straightened himself out with a smile. ‘Why don’t you just zap her back to the bunker now?’ Dean patted your shoulder and winked at Sam. Sam gave him the bitch face. For the last two months Dean had been nagging you to ‘just talk to him’ or ‘Why don’t I just lock you both in a room?’ Sam had been there to give him a punch when he had started nagging you. Sam was the one who sat and let you rant about how stupid you had been, he was there to wrap his arms around you when you needed one.

Dean walked by you and squeezed your bare shoulder. ‘Me and Sammy got this covered’ Dean picked up a head and started to walk out of the basement. Sam looked between you and Castiel. You sighed and looked at the Angel beside you. His bright blue eyes were focused on your, for the first time since he had left. ‘Please’ He breathed. You felt something being laid across your shoulders and hands squeezed your shoulders. You looked up to see Sam standing beside you. He smiled softly down at you.

You placed your hands over his and smiled back at him. He nodded at you and  grabbed a body following his brother. You out your arms through the plaid shirt Sam had been wearing seconds before. Reaching down you buttoned it up and tucked it into your jeans so that the large button down wasn’t swamping you. ‘Do you love him?’ The question caught you by surprise.

You looked up from your hands to find Cas still watching you. His eyes looked over your form in Sam’s large shirt. His face had gone from pleading and was now hard and stoic, like his Godstiel phase. You gulped the look going straight through you. ‘Like a brother, yes’ This was the longest you had spent with him and you were finding your resolve crumbling. All those lies you had told yourself about not needing him were fading away. Cas was one of your closest friends, of course you needed him. The fact that you had fallen for him meant that you just wanted to throw your arms around him and never let go of him again.

Cas dropped his arm still holding his trench coat. The bottom of it dragging along the dusty floor. The tie landed in a small puddle of blood. ‘He’s always been there for me’ You shrugged and crossed your arms. ‘You’re coat is getting dirty’ You pointed out.

Cas didn’t respond just stayed watching you. You sighed and turned heading to grab a body. A hand wrapped around your arm tugging you to a stop. ‘You are not in love with him’ It was more of a statement than a question but you turned. You almost jumped at how close he was. ‘Then why would you take his clothing and not mine. I offered first’ You pulled your arm from his. ‘Like I said Sam’s been there for me. Last time I wore your clothes you ignored me for two month’ You snapped. ‘Wouldn’t want to make it a year or anything’ Cas’ mouth opened and closed. ‘Y/n’ your name slipped from his plump lips.

You shook your head grabbing a body. ‘I have a case to clean up after Castiel. Thank’s for saving Dean. You left him standing in the basement as you dragged the body up the stairs.

The next day you strolled into the library to get a book. Dean and Sam were sitting a table each with a beer. what made you sigh though was the trench coat clad angel that sat beside Dean and across from Sam. His head shot up when you walked up the steps. ‘Y/n’ He stood the chair scraping along the ground. You waved him off not making eye contact with him and making your way over to the shelves. ‘I’m just grabbing a book and then I’ll be back to my room’ You bent grabbing a book and turning.

You glanced one last time at Castiel to see him still standing and shifting nervously. You felt your heart go out to him. Your chest tightened, he still couldn’t even look at you. You felt a lump in your throat and you turned rushing from the library and down the halls towards your room.

Your arm shot out punching the bag in front of you. You had spent about 10 minutes trying to read before you had realised you didn’t even understand the words you were reading. ‘I thought I’d find you here’ You heard from the door. You looked over your shoulder to see Sam standing in the doorway smiling slightly. He wore a dark shirt and a black tracksuit. ‘Couldn’t concentrate’ You turned back to the bag and began punching it again.

After a few seconds a hand intercepted your hand turning you away from the bag. Your arm came up from your chest to stop Sam’s fist from hitting your face. ‘Cas is sorry’ You slid your arm down his and gripped his wrist pulling him forwards. You and Sam had spared a lot lately. It was a good way to relieve stress and Sam was only happy to do this. He lurched forwards and you swept out your leg. Sam seemed to anticipate this and brought you down with him.

He wasn’t quick enough and you rolled away from him. ‘Castiel can say sorry himself Sam’ You snapped as he looked up from the floor. Sam had a habit of trying to build bridges between people. ‘It’s why he’s here today’ He stood and took a swing at you. You grabbed and swung back moving to the side to bring your knee up. His hand wrapped around your thigh and he lifted. You brought your other one up and swung it around him. Your heal came down on the back of his knee.

He grunted and went down on his knee. You pushed forwards pushing him onto his back. He grunted as you gripped his arms pinning them above his head. ‘You could at least try put up a fight’ you rolled your eyes knowing he wasn’t trying, he was letting you off easy so that you wouldn’t be too preoccupied with fighting him because he wanted you to talk.

He gave you a bitch face and bucked underneath you trying to unsteady you but you just leaned closer. You grunted as his hips rutted against yours. His eyes widened. ‘So that’s your tactic?’ You raised an eyebrow and his face converged in a smirk. He yanked his arms upwards causing you to jerk forwards. He rolled and ended up on top of you.

He smirked looking down at you now with your hands pinned on to the floor. ‘Now are you ready to just listen to me?’ He sighed out and you rolled your eyes.

Both of your heads snapped to the left as you heard someone clear their throat. Dean and Cas stood in the doorway to the room just where Sam was a few minutes before. Dean had his hand on Cas’ shoulder as they both looked at you. Dean’s hand held a handful of Castiel’s trench coat.

Sam scrambled off you standing to his full height. You sat up and Cas looked away from both you and Sam. ‘I’ll,-eh-we’ll leave you two alone’ Sam strode towards the door and Dean shoved Cas into the room with you. ‘I thought you were going to talk to her, not jump her Sammy’ You heard Dean grumble as he slammed the door shut behind his brother.

You sighed and looked down at your hands. You heard footsteps coming closer but you refused to look at the Angel. A large land appeared in your view and you looked up following the beige arm to the bright blue eyes focused on you. You sighed a little before taking his hand and allowing him to pull you to your feet. ‘You told me you didn’t love him’ His voice was small, something you weren’t used to with Castiel.

You pulled your hand from him. ‘I said I loved him like my brother’ You walked over to the table taking your bottle of water from it. ‘From what I have seen from the world that is not how you treat your brother Y/n’ His voice was growing louder. And angrier. You closed your eyes trying to keep yourself calm. ‘We were fighting Cas, not that it’s any of your business’ You ended up growling out the last bit.

A hand wrapped around your bicep and you were whirled around, the bottle flew from your hand. You leaned away a little unsteady as you were pushed backwards the small of your back hitting the edge of the table and you had to lean back over it. One of your hands gripped the table your nails biting into the wood. The other that Cas had a hold of gripped the lapels of his coat stopping yourself from falling backwards completely.

Castiel pressed himself against you glaring down at you. The glare was completely lost on you at the feel of his body against yours, it was the first time in such a long time and it reminded you just how much you loved, and needed, him against you. ‘It is my business’ Cas’ voice was deep voice was threatening. ‘Why Castiel? Why do you think you have any right to my business anymore’ You tried to push him away from you but the celestial being was a lot stronger than you.

His gaze softened a little. ‘I did not come here to fight with you Y/n’ His voice was softer but had a stern tone behind it that made you gulp. You had to stop yourself from letting it go straight between your legs. ‘I came here to apologise’ You looked away from the intense blue of his eyes your eyes landing on the almost empty bottle and the pool of water around it. ‘You couldn’t even look at me’ You whispered feeling all fight drain from you.

A soft finger came to rest under your chin and tilted your head back up to him. His thumb ran across the skin beside your mouth. ‘I did not realise my distancing myself from you was hurting you as much as it did’ He paused as your eyes met his again. ‘Until Dean told me how much it was affecting you’ You sighed. ‘I’m going to kill him’ You snapped and Cas smiled a little.

You couldn’t help but smile back having missed the look of it on Castiel’s face. ‘It was not just him, it was seeing you with Sam. You choose him over me yesterday’ There was a hint of sadness in his voice and you just wanted to wrap your arms around him. ‘I understand why you choose him. I promised not to leave you, and I left’ You had heard that tone in his voice before, the regret. He used it whenever he screwed up.

You shot forwards and wrapped your arm around his shoulders hiding your face in his neck. No matter how angry you were at Cas or how much he screwed up you could never stand to see him like this. He tensed under your sudden action and you remembered he didn’t like being hugged. But before you could pull away his hand unwrapped from your arm and his arms wound around your waist. He buried his face in your neck relaxing in your arms. ‘I am sorry. I’m sorry Y/n’ His voice was muffled by your skin.

You felt tears gathering in your eyes as you wrapped your other arm around him holding him tightly to you. You relaxed in his arms enjoying the feel of them around you, and him being so relaxed about it. ‘Why? Why did it take you two months?’ You tangled your hands in his hair closing your eyes leaning into him. ‘The way I acted under that spell. I believed I needed to give you space’ He pulled away from you stepping away. ‘I acted inappropriately, very inappropriately’ Your hands dropped back to your sides as Castiel looked away from you and towards the door. ‘It was the spell’ You reached out for him but stopped half way dropping your hand back to your side.

You couldn’t touch him like you wanted to, that’s not how he was anymore. ‘I angered you when I was around you so much, you asked me to stop using my wings so you could have space’ You shook your head. ‘No, no, that was so I could talk to the boys about getting you back Cas, back to your normal self’ You rushed. ‘It wasn’t because I needed space. Cas, I understood that it was a spell, that you wouldn’t normally act like that’ He opened his mouth but sighed and closed it again. ‘Cas?’ This time when you reached out you let yourself take his hand.

Castiel looked up at looking at you through his lashes, and as if he was ashamed of something. ‘I enjoyed it’ He said it as if it he was saying he had done the most horrible thing in the world. ‘I enjoyed spending so much time with you, being that close to you, being allowed hold you and watch over you as you slept. I craved it’ You squeezed his hand. ‘It was the spell’ You muttered. Truth be told you were a little hurt, the way he said it as if he shouldn’t feel those things as if it was wrong to want you.

Of course it was, he was an Angel you were, well, you. ‘That is not what caused me to distance myself from you. If it had just been the spell, I would have apologised and there would be no harm done’ He paused again and you felt his hand squeeze yours. He looked down at them both but you kept your eyes on his face. ‘It was the spell that allowed me to act upon it. I craved you a long time before and I still crave you now’ You felt yourself tense.

Castiel wanted you. Even before the spell he wanted you, even now he wanted you. You reached out and touched your fingers to his cheek making him turn his head to look at you again. Your heart flipped as he looked at you. You loved those blue eyes. ‘I left because now that I knew what it felt like to act upon them. I wanted to act upon them again and I did not wish to anger you’ You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘You didn’t want to anger me?’ You breathed out stepping closer to him. ‘I angered you while I was under that spell’ You sighed.

Of course he didn’t understand. This was Castiel afterall, of course he didn’t get it. ‘No Cas, I enjoyed having you around. I liked having you there when I went to sleep, and when I woke up. I liked the way you wanted to spend time with me, I liked having you touching me, hugging me, it didn’t anger me Cas. The fact that it was all a spell angered me. The fact that you weren’t you angered me. The fact that it was every second of the day and you had no concept of what you were doing wrong, the real you does. Also the fact that you wanted to smite Dean for arguing with me’ You stepped closer so that you were right in front of him, your chest almost pressed against his.

Cas watched you with his lips parted. ‘You liked it?’ No matter how much you could tell he was trying to cover the surprise in his voice it was still there. ‘I’ve never felt more safe in my life than when you were looking after me. I’ve never felt happier’ A smile crept onto Castiel’s face as you spoke. He laid his hand on the side of your face and you made a show of leaning your face into his touch causing his smile to only get larger. ‘May I try something. Dean told me I should’ You rolled your eyes, knowing the older Winchester it could be something crazy, but you nodded anyway. You couldn’t say no to him when he was looking at you like that.

Before you could register him leaning in Castiel pressed his lips to yours. You sighed and leaned into him closing your eyes. His hand pulled you closer and you let go of his other one to grip his coat pressing him to you. Your other arm wrapped around his shoulders holding him close. You smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arm around your waist crushing your body against his.

A moment later he pulled away. ‘Did-did you enjoy that?’ He asked nervous. You smiled widely at him. ‘Yes, did you?’ His fingers traced over your cheek. ‘Yes, very much, more than I thought I could’ His eyes flickered to your lips and back up to your eyes. ‘May I kiss you again?’ He asked quietly and you tangled your fingers in his short black hair. ‘Cas, you can do that whenever you want’ His hand reached around to the back of your neck and he pulled you in for another kiss.

And he did, Cas kissed you as often as he wanted, which was a lot. He hugged you a lot, sometimes he would pull you into his chest and not let you go, sometimes he would come up behind you and wrap his arms around you leaning his chin on your shoulder. He took you on a few dates even, they were unique, just like him. He would try and be there for you as much as he could when you were going to sleep, and every time he was he was always there when you woke up, apart from the few times he attempted breakfast in bed again. Whenever he seen you he would always touch you in some way, whether it was holding your hand, laying his on the small of your back, or on your thigh when you were sitting, or your favourite when you weren’t in public his hand would drift down to your ass.

The only thing he hadn’t done was ask you to be his girlfriend, you even heard Dean telling him that was the next ‘big step’ for you two. But honestly, you were happy the way you were.

You had Castiel and that’s all you needed.

Epilogue