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I don’t want to be here anymore, but I can’t waste the EMTs’ time, or break my mothers’ heart.

Roo passed away at the age of ? and my senior year my friend’s cat had kittens. I asked her if I could have one, and she said yes, so I got to pick whatever one I wanted. I picked the black and white one.

Because black and white are my school colors, and our mascot is the Polar Bear, I named my cat Bear. And because of my Mom’s old cat I gave him the middle name Roo. Bear Roo.

He kind of has her personality too.

Because of those 2 reasons, I always say that “You know how they say cats have 9 lives? Roo Roo decided she wanted to spend 2 of them with you.”

Oh baby if you could see the way I looked at you, I can guarantee there’d be no fear. I’m yours, all the way, and I want you to be mine, but I know that last girl really fucked you up.

But I’m not her Baby. I promise I’m not here to lie or play you. I just want a chance to show you that you’re not always gonna be hurt. If only for a little bit.

I know you’d run from me if you knew this was the way I felt, but part of me hopes... no... part of me knows that you have these thoughts too.

These thoughts where I’m in white, these thoughts where we don’t fight. These thoughts where he whole world is beautiful again. Where we’re happy again.

Just us. Like that night not so long ago on LSD. My god that night. If I’d known it was like that I would’ve asked you months ago.

If I’d known any of this... The way I’d feel now, the way you felt, the warmth of your embrace, the softness in your kiss... That longing, that need... it’s so much more than he gave to me...

I could be it, I could be your happiness. I promise you this, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m not her. I’m not gonna leave you. Not unless you want me to, but something tells me you don’t want me to go, and I know... I know it’s hard.

I just wish that instead of these stupid posts about my aching heart, I could own up to it. I know I’ve made it obvious enough for you, but you’re waiting. You’re waiting for me to say it, and God I wish I could, but I’m so afraid because the last person I said it to, he left me.

He hurt me. He didn’t want me. We split and it broke me. But if I could say it, I promise you I would. I’ve thought about it a thousand times. And I’ve told other people, but I can’t bring myself to say it straight to your face.

Sorry the next part of It Didn't Take Long has been delayed, but I've had a very long week.

I will try to post tomorrow.

-M

A/N: I'm dedicating this part to @keepcalmandbeajunkie because they were the first to vote, and also because this is officially a Dean x Reader fic!

So this one goes out to all the Dean girls.

They'd been sitting at the bar all of five minutes when Y/N was approached by a tall, lanky guy, with fiery red hair and more freckles than she could count.

He leaned on the bar right beside her, close enough she could smell the fruity drinks on him and she frowned. Why couldn't she ever just be left alone at places like this? "Hey, how about I buy your first round?" He said, smiling slyly.

She felt Dean tense behind her as she swiveled to look at the stranger straight on.

Sam was returning from the jukebox, and stopped a little ways away, not wanting to make it terribly obvious he was with Y/N and Dean.

"You'll have to buy my friends a drink too then, first round was going to be on me." Y/N raised her brow in a slightly arrogant manner as Dean swiveled to look at him too, and then Sam appeared, and the freckle-faced man raised his hands in submission.

"Alright, you've made yourself clear," he said, chuckling nervously.

"God I hate that," Y/N said, watching him retreat to a table in the corner with his friends.

"Yeah," Dean scoffed, raising a hand to get the bartender's attention. "It happens every time we come in here."

There was a hatred deep in Dean's voice that Y/N couldn't quite place, but Sam seemed to know something. He was paying just a little too much attention to the grain pattern on the wooden bar top.

-

An hour later and a new contender approached. This one seemed a little less in control, and out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Dean roll his eyes and Sam nudged him gently.

Y/N only frowned and turned to look at the new stranger. This one was short, with broad shoulders and a large beard. He reminded Y/N of a trucker, and she was thoroughly unimpressed. Before he could open his mouth, Dean's hand flew up and shook his head. "She's not in the mood, and neither am I, Pal."

Y/N's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as she turned to look at Dean. "Woah, okay."

"What?" Dean asked, and Sam shrank down in his bar stool, trying to avoid getting on more conflict than necessary.

"I can handle creeps at a bar, Dean. I'm not 12." There wasn't meant to be hostility in her voice, but something about the way she'd said it struck a nerve and Dean blinked in surprise at her.

"I didn't do it because I didn't think you could handle it," he said, sounding disappointed.

Y/N rolled her eyes, downed the rest of her whiskey, and stood up. "I'll see you guys at the bunker."

Dean jumped up like he was gonna say something, but Sam grabbed ahold of his arm. "Dude, if she's still walking when we leave then we'll pick her up."

-

She made it to the bunker a little past 1:30, and made her way leisurely through the hall to her room, where she undressed lazily, throwing her clothes to the floor.

She was just about to step under the stream of hot water from the shower head when she heard a knock.

"Y/N?" It was Dean.

She sighed, turned the water off, and wrapped her robe tightly around her before exiting the bathroom and opening her bedroom door. She glowered at him.

"What do you want, Dean?" She asked, her voice more in pain than angry.

"I just," he paused and leaned up against the doorframe, half of his body was in her room, but she was blocking him from coming any closer. "I wanted to apologize for what happened. I guess I jumped the gun a bit, but I..." he trailed off his eyes still burned on her face. "I just don't like seeing other guys hit on you."

Y/N's brow furrowed. "Other guys?" She asked, and then it dawned on her just how close they were. She could smell the whiskey in his breath, and the ever present scent of Old Spice. She could feel his slow, easy breaths was over her face just a little, and she could feel the warmth rippling off his body.

A/N: There is still no pairing because I'm completely helpless and can't decide yet.

Song: Sympathy For The Devil

Warnings: None???

Summary: We catch up with Y/N, visit her wounds. Answer some questions, have a flashback or two, maybe, just maybe, there's gonna be a message at the end to decide who Y/N ends up with.

It'd been a month.

Sam had promised her she'd be free to go in 3 days, but when she'd tried to go, Dean had refused to let her walk through the door, and he'd done it in just about the slighest way she'd ever seen or heard of.

-

She'd just finished packing her duffel bag, and she was headed for the door when the unmistakable sound of bacon frying hit her ears. Her stomach growled.

She dropped her bag, following her nose all the way to the kitchen, where she found Dean, standing in front of the stove, a Batman apron on, bacon sizzling and popping in front of him. He looked up long enough to smile at her, and then returned his gaze to the pan.

"I figured it'd be wrong of us to send you off without breakfast," He mused aloud, and tossed some bacon onto a plate with eggs and toast. "Eat up."

There was only a brief moment of hesitation before Y/N caved, practically devouring the food.

Dean was a good cook.

After breakfast was when the real scheme started.

She'd returned to the foot of the stairs to find her duffel missing. She knew immediately that it'd been Sam because Dean had sat in the kitchen making small talk and eating with her.

"Sam?" She knocked on his bedroom door, and there was a pause, the sound of his footsteps, and then the door opened, revealing Sam in a tight muscle shirt and shorts. She frowned. "Have you seen my duffel? I had it out, and I was gonna take it up the Jeep, but I... I got distracted by bacon."

It was Sam's turn to frown. "Distracted by bacon?" He asked, which obviously demanded an answer.

"Uh, yeah, Dean made some breakfast. Said he wanted to send me off well with good food in my stomach."

Sam nodded. Shrugging a little, he said, "I took it back to your room, I didn't realize you were leaving without saying goodbye."

Y/N's heart thudded a little harder. "I'm not... We'll see eachother around." She struggled, brow furrowing.

"You know nothing is ever a guarantee in our line of work," Sam muttered.

"I've got a case," Dean shouted, thankfully distracting Sam from their conversation.

Y/N sighed in relief as Dean came down the hall. "Are you coming with us for this one? It's close, shouldn't take longer than a few days."

She rolled her eyes, smiling a bit, but she nodded and there seemed to be a weight lifted from the room.

That hunt had taken a week, and when it was finally over, Sam had suggested she spend the night with them in the bunker, and being too tired to argue, she agreed.

The next morning Dean suggested she move in, and while she'd put up a fight, the boys had argued that they'd been friends for year, and it only made sense for her to move in.

-

Now she sat in the library, Sam across from her, Dean stalking around trying to find anything involving past deaths of brunette 16 year-olds that seemed to fit the same description of the four deaths that had taken place a few counties over.

They'd all been healthy, and yet, somehow, they'd all died of starvation. Sam and Y/N had combed through database after database trying to find any similar deaths, and Dean had searched old records. They'd come up with nothing, and Y/N was starting to get just as frustrated as Dean.

"Maybe we should take a break," Sam suggested, sliding his chair back.

"Yeah," Y/N added. "It's late anyways, and I could seriously go for a drink."

Dean nodded, Sam shrugged, and with that they were all in their way up the stairs and out into the cool night air. Sam didn't often come with them to the old bar just outside of town, and for some reason, Y/N found herself wondering if he thought she was bad company when her nose wasn't in a book.

A/N: Okay, so I know this is short, but listen. I need your help.

I've still not figured out which brother I want the reader to end up with. So I've decided I'm gonna let you guys decide.

If you want to see Y/N with Dean, send me a dm with a GIF of Dean.

And if you want Y/N with Sam, send me a GIF of Sam.

I'll choose who she ends up with based on how many GIFs I get of each of them.

No pairing yet

Warnings: Blood, stitching, faintness/dizziness

A/N: This will be the first series I've posted on Tumblr, so I'm hoping I do okay. I will also include a song for each part of the series. This part, "Save Me" by Queen.

Summary: In this part the reader gets hurt on a hunt she teamed up with the Winchester's for. Sam and Dean help patch her up.

Without further ado.

This really shouldn't have been as hard as it was, sure, they'd all been taken by surprise at the appearance of a second bloodsucker, but the Winchester's had been hunting their whole lives, and Y/N had taken out plenty of monsters all on her own.

She was briefly aware of the sound of the second vamp's head hitting the floor with a loud thud, but she was too focused on the blood pouring out of her side to even acknowledge that the fight was over. She felt strong arms pick her up from her spot on the floor, and she cried out in pain at the sudden movement. She opened her eyes, and saw Sam's blurry face above her. Dean opened the back door of the Impala, and Sam slid in, tugging his flannel off and trying to use it to put pressure on the wound. She cried out again.

The Impala roared to life, and Dean drive as fast as he could back to the Bluebird motel. Y/N whimpered as she was traded from Sam's arms to Dean's and carried into the brothers' motel room bathroom.

"You'll be alright," Dean murmured, kissing her forehead gently, and smoothing her hair back. He moved Sam's flannel, tossing it into the bathtub as he cradled her against his chest and sat on the toilet seat lid. "You're gonna be alright, Sam and I are gonna take care of you," he said, as Sam rushed into the small bathroom, whiskey, and a first aid kit in his hands.

"Hold her head," he ordered Dean, never taking his eyes off one of the only other hunters he'd teamed up with. They were old friends, Y/N and the Winchesters. They'd met a few years ago on a case in Nevada, and had kept in touch, always updating eachother with information on hunts, and other supernatural happenings, so when Y/N received a call from Dean, saying he needed her to come play the helpless bait, she didn't think twice about jumping in her car, and driving overnight to Missouri.

Now, seeing her bleeding out, both brothers regretted asking her to come. Sam lifted her shirt, and she inhaled sharply, twisting in Dean's arms like she was trying to get away, but Dean held her still. "Drink," Dean murmured, pressing the bottle to her lips, tipping it back enough for a shot of whiskey to slide into her mouth. She could feel Sam wiping away the blood around her cut with an alcohol pad, and when he'd decided it was as clean as it was going to get it, he took the bottle of alcohol, and doused the gash in it.

Y/N cried out, grabbing hold of Dean's shoulder, and trying to bite back screams to avoid a noise complaint. "Shhh," Dean soothed, looking at Sam and nodded at the first aid kit. "You know you've gotta hold still or it's gonna leave one nasty scar."

"It's already going to leave a nasty scar," Y/N growled at him, clenching her eyes closed, and trying to focus on his breathing. Trying to take her mind off Sam threading the needle that was about to go through her skin. "Please hurry," she whined, her head still spinning.

"I'm trying," Sam muttered, finally forcing the thread through, and tying a quick knot in the end. "Ready?" He asked, placing one hand on her side. She nodded, burying her face in Dean's coat. He pushed the sides of the cut together and quickly forced the needle through, trying to ignore her sudden sharp inhale, and focus on stitching her up as neatly as possible so when it inevitably scarred it wasn't as bad.

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Y/N had ended up passing out somewhere in the middle of her stitches, and Dean couldn't be entirely sure if it was from blood loss, or the pain. Sam had cleaned her up as best he could, gently wiping her face clean with a hot rag, and getting as much of the blood off as he could without full on bathing her.

She woke up sore almost an hour later, and groaned as she sat up. The Winchesters were quick to rush over to her, each one scolding her slightly for "moving too fast," or not "taking it easy." Her head hurt, and her throat felt dry.

"I need water," she managed. Dean grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge, and tossed it to Sam who opened it before passing it off to Y/N. She took a long swig before putting the cap back on, and setting it on the night stand. "Thanks for patching me up," she murmured, scooting up on the bed so she could lean against the headboard.

Sam ran his hands over his face, and sighed a little, looking over at his older brother expectantly. Dean shrugged, and sat down on the bed, patting her hand gently. "Sam and I, we wanted to ask you to to come stay with us for a couple days."

Y/N's brow furrowed a bit and she turned to look at Sam. He shrugged, suddenly becoming very interested in his left palm. She turned back to Dean. "What for?"

Dean shrugged. "Well you're hurt pretty bad, and we know you prefer to be alone, but we also want to make sure you're gonna be okay."

"We care about you, Y/N," Sam said, placing his hand gently over her knee.

She stared in confusion at Dean, trying to process what they were asking and then she shook her head. "No," she muttered. "I can't, I'd feel like a burden if I came to stay at the bunker for males than a night."

"I don't care," Dean said sternly. "You don't get a choice, you're gonna come stay with us for a few days and that's final." He pointed to the bathroom door. "Get off my bed and go shower."

Sam frowned, and Y/N rolled her eyes, trying her best to move quickly into the bathroom. She stopped just outside of the door. "I left my duffel in my Jeep," she said sullenly.

It was Sam who moved. He grabbed his duffle and retrieved a sweatshirt three times too big for Y/N. "You can sleep in this tonight, just toss your dirty clothes out here. I'll run down to laundromat tonight so they're clean in the morning."