Supernatural X Coraline - Tumblr Posts

Summary: Deciding to move out of the bunker and into the Pink Palace since the hunts are now over, the three of you do not know about the movie Coraline as the house is straight out of the movie. You’re the one that goes through the door and experience the button eyed world.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (you, gender neutral ‘cause I can’t decide on the gender), Mr Bobinsky, Wybie Lovat, Miss Forcible and Miss Spink, Cat, The Ghost Kids, The Other(s)

A/N: I think that’s it. This is my first time writing a series here on Tumblr. I’ll do the word count and the summary onto each chapter. I think I’m gonna have you and the brothers together, I don’t know.

A/N 2: I’m also gonna have you and Wybie be the age of in the early 20s, so yeah, have fun.

A/N 3: I will update this masterlist as soon as I post the chapters.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Our New Home

Chapter 2: Today is for Gardening

Into The Button-Eyed World: Welcome to Our New Home

Summary: Deciding to move out of the bunker and into the Pink Palace since the hunts are now over, the three of you do not know about the movie Coraline as the house is straight out of the movie. You’re the one that goes through the door and experience the button eyed world.

Pairings: Dean x Reader x Sam Word Count: 1207 Into The Button-Eyed World Masterlist Warnings: None

A/N: Have fun and feedback would be appreaciated A/N 2: I’ll repost the masterlist once all the chapters are finished A/N 3: Tags are open

Sitting in the back of the Impala, you watch the trees zoom past. Your boyfriends’ voices are trailed out, only the wind rushing past the vehicle is what your ears are only concentrated on.

“Why are they taking so slow?!” Dean’s voice gets your full hearing attention.

“Maybe they don’t want to lose anything out of the truck if they go over a bump. Looks like from here that it doesn’t look so secure.” Sam shifts in his seat, looking at the bottom of the truck’s latch, watching it hit against the truck several times.

Dean sighs, leaning over Sam to look out his window to see no cars coming, but the house in view.

Doing a swerve around the larger vehicle, the driver honks at Dean.

“Dean,” you sigh out his name. 

“What? They were taking forever,” he shrugs.

Once closing in to the house, you take a quick glance at the sign; Pink Palace apartments. 

A big bellied man is spotted on the top of the roof, himself getting a fright and swearing at Dean in a foreign language as your boyfriend had honked the horn a couple times. The man walks down the roof and disappears somewhere behind it.

After some time, boxes are scattered all over the place inside the area in the house you’re in and some boxes out on the deck.

Sam gives a man with a beard and glasses a tip before him and his workmate sit back in the truck and drive away, leaving the brothers and you with the apartment.

After hours of putting things away, you decide to have a break. Standing up and moaning at the pops move through your back, the feeling of the release of your muscles popping has you sighing in relief.

You grab your jacket and slip your arms through the sleeves.

“Hey!” Footsteps jog after you with hands resting around your hips. They turn you around to be face to face with your green-eyed boyfriend. 

“Don’t be too late!” Sam yells out. You wave an arm over Dean’s shoulder, expecting your tall boyfriend to see it.

You press your lips to Dean’s. “I’m just going out for a walk,” you mumbled against his lips. He hums in response, returning the kiss.

Separating from the kiss, you trot the stairs and walk towards a bush next to a gate, sticking an arm into the bush and rummaging through it to find a random stick. Wrapping a hand around one, you twist and pull at it, finally getting it after a few seconds.

Strolling through the colourless garden, you pull at the leaves, letting them trail behind you, along with a cat following you, too.

After a little bit of time, you stop on the bumpy trail as some pebbles and small rocks had made you stop. You take a glance up at the boulders sitting upon the hill.

“Hello? Is someone there?” you call out, waiting for an answer. Getting a little impatient, you grab one of the fallen rocks and throw it up to have it behind the boulders.

A screech makes your heart fasten, and your feet running the rest of the trail becomes your instinct. 

Slowing down at a clearing, your chest is slightly heaving for air.

The cat perches itself onto a stump of a tree and does a loud mini roar/meow. Your body jumps at the yell, turning to see the skinny animal.

“You scared the hell out of me, you Gollum. I’m just taking a walk until you decide to follow me. What do you want?” 

The wind and the rustles of the trees fill the silence.

It was then broken by a horn blaring, getting your attention to someone on a bike and has a welding mask with a skeleton painted on.

Out of instinct, you had placed your hand on where your gun would usually be - tucked behind the waistline of your pants. “Shit,” you mumble, remembering you had left your gun at the house.

The bike drives towards you, your body moving to the ground.

Mud covers a side of your body.

The person stands on the stump to what seems like they’re zooming in on you.

Taking their mask off, it shows the face of a brown-eyed, tanned male. He plays with the stick that was in your hand, rambling on about something.

He gets cut off as you had hit his leg, him yelping and holding onto his leg. He had immediately let go of the stick, you catching it.

“I don’t like being stalked. Not by psychos or their cats!” On que of the word ‘cat’, the said animal is sitting next to the male’s legs. Yours and the cat’s head are tilted, keeping each others’ eye contact alive.

“He’s not exactly my cat. He isn’t anyone’s, he’s a wild. I do like to feed him and he’d bring me dead things.” The cat receives some scratches and pats, purring at the touches.

Remembering some of the rambles he had said earlier, you say, “I’m from Lebanon.”

“Huh?”

“Kansas. And if there is a well, where is it?” You stomp your foot and your hands planted on your hips.

“You stomp too hard and you’ll fall in.”

Looking down, you see a circle of mushrooms and immediately stepping off the wobbling mud.

The man steps off the stump to move the mud out of the way. “See?” He knocks on the wood, the noise echoing down. He grabs a stick to perch the circled wood away. “If you go down and then look up, you’ll be able to see a sky full of stars in the middle of the day.”

“Huh.” You play with the mud with the toe of your shoes.

“I’m surprised that you were able to move into the Pink Palace. My grandma owns the place and said she wouldn’t really let people move in.”

“Why?”

“I’m not supposed to say.”

Then why did you say it in the first place?

“I’m Wybie, Wybie Lovat.” He has his hand stretched out, waiting for a shake. Doing so, you feel the mud on his gloves.

“Wybie?” You both retreat your hands, yours wiping against your jacket.

“Wasn’t my idea, of course. It’s short for Wyborn or something.”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“(Y/N), what?”

“(L/N), (Y/N) (L/N).”

With him continuing to ramble on and petting the cat, you hear an old voice call out his voice and a bell ringing in the distance. “I think someone was calling for you, Wyborn.”

“What?” The cat falls to his side as Wybie stands up, saying that he didn’t hear it. 

“Oh, someone was, Why-Were-You-Born.”

The voice and bell call out once again, Wybie clearly hearing it. “Grandma,” he mumbles to himself. He chuckles nervously, picking his helmet and bike up. “Well, it was nice to meet a Kansas, but I’ll wear gloves next time.” He wiggles his fingers before sitting on the bike.

“Why?”

“That stick of yours,” he points at the small tree branch in your hand, “it’s poison oak.”

Immediately, it is thrown to the ground.

Blowing a raspberry at him leaving, you watch the cat look at you with big eyes before running off.

Into The Button Eyed World: Today is for Gardening

Summary: Deciding to move out of the bunker and into the Pink Palace since hunts are now over, the three of you do not know about the movie Coraline as the house is straight out of the movie. You’re the one that goes through the door and experience the button-eyed world.

Pairings: Dean x Reader x Sam Word Count: 1025 Into The Button-Eyed World Masterlist Warnings: None

A/N: Have fun and feedback would be appreciated A/N 2: I’ll repost the masterlist once all the chapters are finished A/N 3: Tags are open

Putting some seed bags on the window sill, you hear the keys on the laptop click away. “I almost fell in a well yesterday, Sam.”

“Mm-hm”

Such love from him.

“It’s the perfect day for gardening, don’t you think?” You itch the rashes on your palms whilst turning and leaning back on the counter. “A, you can be clumsy sometimes, and B, it’s raining.”

“But I want things to grow when people come to visit. The garden looks like a graveyard.”

“It’s raining, so you’re gonna get covered in mud.”

Letting out a small groan, you walk over to him to wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your head against his. “How’s the law stuff coming along?”

“How’s your unpacking coming along?” he retort back. You mock what he said as you stand up from his body.

“Oh, yeah. Some guy left this for you on the front porch.” Sam reaches down beside him to grab a newspaper-wrapped object and hands it over to you. Unwrapping it, there was a note stuck to it.

Hey, (L/N). Look what I found in Grandma’s trunk. Looks familiar? - Wybie

Groaning at the name, you take the note off to see a doll looking exactly like you. “Huh, a little me. That’s a bit weird.”

“What’s his name, honey?”

“Wybie.” you say in disgust. “I’m way too old for dolls. Teddies are a good go.” You peck Sam’s cheek as you walk out the kitchen.

Pushing a room door open, Dean is seated at a desk, also typing away. “Hey, Dean. How’s the work going?” Seconds pass without an answer from the eldest Winchester. “Dean.”

“Hey, (Y/N).” He turns in his seat to see you properly, and the doll in your hand. “And (Y/N)...doll?” He turn back in his seat to look over the mechanic stuff.

“Do you know where the garden tools are?”

“What’d the moose say?”

“I’m clumsy and that it’s raining.”

“Then you won’t be needing the tools.”

Looking at the door, you nudge it with your finger, hearing a squeak from it. Your hand and fingers wraps around the handle to push and pull the door, having more squeaks fill the silence, along with the rain and typing of the keys.

“You know, this house is 150 years old.”

“Wow, something’s older than you. Why does it matter how old it is?”

“Go explore it.” He hands you a notepad a pen. “Go count all the doors and windows that are blue. I need to work for a bit, babe.” He pecks your lips before going back to work.

Walking out of the room with the pad and doll in each hand, you strip your jacket off and dump it somewhere behind you.

A lump in front of you makes you stop next to the staircase in the hallway, you eyes averting down to a bump in the carpet. Your boot presses against it, appearing behind you now. Pressing once again, it divides into two. You give up.

Twelve leaky windows

A drop of water splashes against the words as soon as they were written down.

Going to a guest bedroom upstairs, you take a small glance around it before going to the joined bathroom. You pull back the curtain to see crawly bugs scattering away from you.

A small tingle gets your attention, making you glance down to see one of them had flew onto you. You whack it flat with your palm, squishing its guts on the spot of your arm and hand.

You turn the cold dial of the bathtub, waiting for the water to come through. Instead, you feel it on top of you head. Quickly, you turned the dial the opposite way to stop the water.

Taking each step down the stairs, the door in the hallway creaks open. Going in, your mind clicks that it’s the boiler room.

12 disgusting!!! bugs One rusty old water heater

Clicking a button on the way out, the lights start to flicker with a yell of Dean coming down the hall. Your heart races, quickly running back to the boiler room to push the bottom button. A small piece of paper, Don’t Push, gets taped against the wall.

Walking into what seems to be the lounge, you take in the view of it whilst putting the doll on the table, its back leaning against a box. You pull out some photo frames, smiling at them as you place them above the fireplace.

“One boring, blue boy in a painfully boring painting. And four, incredibly boring windows and no...more...doors.” You write down before you blindly reach out for the doll. Your hand doesn’t feel it, so you glance down at the table to see it gone. “Alright, where are you hiding?”

Turning around to a piece of cardboard propped against the wall, you tilt your head, staring back at the doll hiding behind it.

Going to the toy and kneeling to pick it up, you see an outline of a small door, big enough for you to crawl through.

Pushing the cardboard out of the way, you get a better look at the door. The tip of your finger traces the covered lock. “Hey, Sam! Where does this door go?”

“I’m really busy right now, (Y/N)!”

“I think it’s locked. Please!”

Groaning, Sam pushes his chair back to come see where you are. He sees you kneeling in front of a small door. “Will you be happy if I get this opened for you?” He sees a puppy look on your face and a small whimper coming out of you. “Fine!”

Going back to the kitchen, Sam opens a random draw of keys to rummage through them and finding a strange looking key, thinking it must be it.

Back in the lounge, he cuts around the door, your curiosity growing by the second. Unlocking and opening it, bricks are stacked on top of each other. You question why they’re there. “They must’ve bricked it up when they divided up the house.” He leaves the room.

“You didn’t lock it!”