little miss sunshine

hello! i am a new xreader writer and i will eventually (probably) write for the following fandoms:

- Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus (Leo Valdez)

- Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid)

- Ted Lasso (Jamie Tartt)

- Stranger Things (Eddie Munson)

- Outer Banks (JJ Maybanks)

- Marauders (Regulus Black)

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Jake Peralta)

- Supernatural (Dean Winchester)

- Avatar: The Way of Water (Neteyam Suli)

- andrew garfield! Spider-man (take a wild guess)

i may or may not do nsfw content

i will take requests with some liberties

NO NON-CON, AGE GAP, INCEST, OR STEP-CEST

part four: i'm not?

pairing: dean winchester x reader

summary: When Dean and Sam had their fight over Sam’s future, y/n chose Sam’s side and left for college with Sam. After John Winchester goes missing, Dean needs his brother and his best friend back. But Sam doesn’t know the full story of their fight. Maybe a run-in with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, might just show both of the brothers how much Dean hurt y/n.

Dean isn’t sure exactly what the goddess looks like. At times, she looks like a Busty Asian Beauty. Then she’s Kelly Granden from sophomore year. Mostly, she looks like y/n. But she also looks like the exact opposite of y/n. Malevolent. Vengeful. Over-confident but desperate.

“Wow, it’s like meeting a celebrity. I’ve heard and seen so much about you,” Aphrodite says, walking slowly to Dean.

“No, I won’t do autographs.” Dean smirks and tries again to resist his full-body paralysis.

“Just as sarcastic and shallow as ever, Dean. Cracking jokes and hiding your true feelings.”

“Why did you take her?” Sam shouts from the wall. “She doesn’t go with whatever ritual you’re trying to do. She can't help you.”

“Oh, but she can. Even a hidden heart can be broken, Sam.” She doesn’t even turn to look at Sam. Her eyes are trained on Dean’s face, reading it for weakness. But Dean can play this game all day. No weaknesses, no worries, no feelings. Y/n groans behind Dean. He tries to turn and catch a glimpse of her, but his neck won’t move.

“I think that’s enough chit-chat. Let’s get down to business.” Dean drops from the air and it all goes black.

Dean wakes up in a motel room. It’s not theirs. Sam is laying on the bed beside him.

“Sam! Sam, get up! What happened?” Sam groans and shifts, then he bolts upright in the bed.

“Where is y/n?” Sam asks. They both look around more and find no clue as to where they are. Dean opens the door and sees a parking lot and a road with fir trees on the other side. In Kentucky?

“Where the hell are we?” Dean mumbles to himself. He steps out onto the pathway and Sam follows him.

“I found this,” Sam says, showing Dean a pamphlet. It reads: Ghost Stories and Folklore of Montana. “Are we in Montana?”

“Maybe,” Dean sees a car pull into the parking lot. “What the hell?”

“I know, Kentucky is very far-”

“No, Sam. Look,” Dean points to the car that is now parked to their right. A shiny, black, 1967 Chevy Impala with Dean in the driver’s seat.

“What the hell?” Sam says, equally confused. Dean looks at the Other Dean for a second. He looks a little younger than Dean now. By at least a year or two. Dean remembers when he shaved his face like that, it was around when Sam left for Stanford.

The backseat door opens, and Dean expects to see Sam. He’s surprised when y/n emerges, her hair shorter and dyed pink.

“Y/n! Are you ok?” Sam shouts, running to her.

“You idiots.” Dean turns and sees Aphrodite standing in the doorway. Dean swings a punch at her but it passes right through. “This is a memory. She can’t hear you.” A memory?

Oh, shit.

Dean knows what night this was. Anxiety seizes his chest. Aphrodite smiles and disappears. Dean spins around to watch Other y/n and Other Dean get out of the car. Sam tries to grab y/n’s arm, but it passes right through.

“Sam! It’s a memory. You can’t touch her.” Sam runs back to Dean and turns around to watch them.

“What? A memory? Why are we in a memory?”

“Hell if I know,” Dean says, fully aware that he’s lying through his teeth. They were wrong. Aphrodite took y/n for the same reason that she took all the other girls. She was heartbroken. There is clearly tension between Other y/n and Other Dean. She won’t look him in the eye as she’s walking to the motel room. She walks right past Sam and Dean and unlocks the door. Other Dean is following lamely behind her, obviously a little drunk. They both close the door behind them. Sam tries to follow them, but Dean grabs his arm.

“What are you doing, Dean? We have to see what’s going on,” Sam looks at him, confused.

“Fine, but just…remember what this was like.”

“What this was like? What is this?”

“When you left. Remember how everyone was angry, you know. I made a mistake.”

"Um. OK."

Dean turns and walks through the door. There is an uncomfortable silence on the other side. Y/n is ruffling through her duffle bag. Dean is standing across the room with his arms crossed.

“If you have something you want to say to me, just say it,” Other Dean says. Other Y/n pauses, stands up, and turns to look at Dean in silence. “Fine. Keep it to yourself then.”

“How the hell could you stand there and watch that happen?” Y/n shouts.

“Oh, here it comes.” Other Dean rolls his eyes.

“Here comes what? Accountability? Your father just guaranteed that you will never see your brother again. You sat there silently while our family fell apart.”

“Our family wouldn’t be falling apart if you hadn’t chosen sides.”

“I chose a side to support your brother. He’s chasing his dreams.”

“His dreams of the apple pie, white picket fence life? Those dreams are unrealistic. Nobody makes it out of this life,” Other Dean says, stepping towards Other y/n.

“If anybody can, it’s Sam.”

Dean is scared to look at Sam. He doesn’t want to see the moment Sam realizes what they're watching.

“Sam is smart and I’m proud of him for leaving. He deserves happiness,” Other Y/n argues.

“I’m not saying he doesn't, I’m just saying that a normal life is going to be impossible for him. He knows about what’s really out there!”

“You don't want a normal life? You don’t want to settle down?”

“Of course I do! I want to fall in love with a pretty girl and buy a house. I want to have kids and eat homemade apple pie. But I can’t!”

“You can. You can leave a hunter’s life and be happy. But you have to be strong enough to do it. Sam is strong enough.”

“I can’t believe you yelled at Dad like that. After all he’s given you.”

“John deserved it. And what has he given me? A partial life of crappy motel rooms and monsters out to kill me. The only valuable thing I've gotten from John Winchester was you and Sam. My best friends. My only family.”

“Not anymore. Not after you split us up. You let Sam leave.”

“This isn’t even your fight! You’re just blindly agreeing with your dad. John’s good little soldier.” Other y/n’s tone softens, trying to really reach Dean. “You can think for yourself, you know.

While this argument gets more intense, the two step closer and closer together. Dean remembers only bits and pieces of what he said to y/n that night. This is all basically new to him. Other Dean takes a final step to get in Other y/n personal space.

“You shouldn’t get any say about Sam’s future. You’re not his brother. You don’t know what it’s like to have a brother, to have a family.”

Other y/n reacts to that sentence as if she got slapped. Stunned to silence. Dean feels the same way. Did he really say that?

“I’m a part of this family and you know it,” Other Y/n whispers, her hurt barely making itself known in her voice. But Dean always knows when she’s hurt. At least, when he’s sober. Other Dean leans in close to deliver the next verbal blow.

“No. You’re just some girl who’s parents died in a fire. You’re not a Winchester.”

In their corner of the room, Sam grabs Dean by the arm. “Why would you say that?”

Dean stays silent, his eyes steady on y/n face.

Y/n inhales shakily, looking down at her feet. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes I do. You can’t make decisions for Sam or for me. You mean nothing to me.”

Y/n searches Other Dean’s eyes for any indication that he doesn’t mean that. Dean knows she won’t find any. Dean is practiced at the art of pretending not to care. Especially if y/n is getting dangerously close to finding out the truth about Dean’s feelings. All of his emotional walls will be up. That’s why, when Sam asks Dean why he said that, Dean cannot give him a real answer.

She eventually takes a step back. She slowly turns around and grabs her bag of clothes off the bed.

“What are you doing?” Other Dean asks, his voice tired.

“Following Sam’s lead. Our-” Y/n’s breath shudders as she corrects herself. “Your family is toxic. You don’t know how to handle your emotions and it was bound to hurt me at some point. I should've done this sooner. I’m leaving.” Y/n opens the door.

“Like hell you are,” Other Dean says, walking to the door and blocking her from exiting. In a blur, Y/n wraps her arm around his torso and twists their bodies until she is pinning him to the wall. Other Dean lets her hold him there.

“I’ll watch after Sammy. Maybe someday, when he has a big house on the hill with a white picket fence, I’ll call you. And you can come see.” She releases him and walks out the door. Sam walks to the door to watch her drive away, but Dean stays there, watching Other Dean.

Other Dean sinks to the floor, his back still pressed to the wall. His eyes are closed and his regret is plain on his face. Like a bolt of lightning, he stands up and sprints out the door. Dean follows him.

“Y/n! Wait!” Other Dean’s voice sounds panicked, he had finally realized what just happened. He pushed away his best friend.

Sam turns to look at Dean, and Dean braces himself for a scolding.

“What the hell, Dean?” Dean closes his eyes. “How could you-”

Suddenly, Dean is sitting down. He opens his eyes to see the backseat of a car. Y/n’s car. Sam is seated beside him, a little jostled from the sudden change in setting.

“Oh you guys thought it was over?” Aphrodite is in the passenger seat up front. She turns her head to look Dean in the eyes. “Silly. This is my favorite part.” She vanishes again.

Quiet but shallow breathing causes Dean to finally focus on the driver. Y/n is driving down the two-lane road. Her eyes are welling with tears, but none of them seem to spill over.

“Damn Winchesters,” she says angrily. “Big babies with no feelings. Of course they would walk all over me.” Y/n body is racked with a dry sob. “I'm a big baby with too many feelings.”

The conversation is definitely strange. But, to be fair, it is a conversation y/n is having with herself. Her head hangs over her chest, her eyes squeezed tight. In the distance, two white lights are approaching. Fast. Dean can see it's a huge livestock truck.

“Dean, we have to do something.” Sam says.

“Y/n, look out!” Dean shouts. Damn unchangeable memory. Y/n is slowly turning into the opposite lane, her hands on the wheel but her eyes closed.

“Shit. Dammit, y/n, look up!” Dean shouts again. He knows she can’t hear him. But it almost seems like she can, because she looks up one millisecond before the truck would’ve hit her. She swerves and barely misses the truck.

This near-miss seems to sober up y/n, and she pulls off the road onto the shoulder. There, she turns off the car and commits to the breakdown. Aphrodite appears in the passenger seat again.

“Sad. See what these assholes do to these sweet girls. It’s a damn shame. That’s why I do what I do. Making you look what you have caused in the eye,” she says, and she’s gone again. When she fades away, Dean can see the unrolled window behind her. Y/n stops breaking down for a second and focuses on something on her arm. The bracelet Dean gave her. Leather and a pearl. She slowly unties it from her wrist.

“No, no, no,” Dean says. “Not the bracelet.”

Yes, the bracelet. Y/n looks at it for a moment before hurling it out of the window and into the vast forest. She stays silent for a moment.

“I can’t watch this,” Dean says.

“But you have to,” Sam says bitterly. “It’s what she does. She forces them to watch what they did to the people they love.” Based on his tone, Sam might be on Aphrodite’s side about all of this. Hell, Dean might be, too.

After a moment of silence, y/n bolts out of the car. Sam and Dean get out too.

“No, no, no, where is it?”

Y/n is running through the grass, searching and scanning for the bracelet in the trees.

“You deserve to watch this.”

“I know.”

“How could you say that? You know she cares about you!”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

“I don't know, all right?” Dean shouts.

“Well, I know why. You didn’t want to tell her. If you had told her, this would’ve been different. Fixed. Did you tell her?”

“Tell her what, Sam?”

“That you love her.”

Dean pauses. He should've seen this coming. Sam can see right through him.

“She knew,” Dean says, finally.

“Bullshit. That doesn’t matter. Everybody knew,” Sam says, visibly angry. He turns back to watch y/n. “She deserved to hear it from you, Dean.”

Y/n finds the bracelet in the meadow. She runs back to the car and gets back in. This time, the boys don’t follow her.

“Alright, bitch!” Dean yells to the sky. “We saw it! I hurt her, I know! Now take us out of here-”

Dean falls to the ground and, yet again, everything fades to black.

part three: i'm lost

pairing: dean winchester x reader

summary: When Dean and Sam had their fight over Sam’s future, y/n chose Sam’s side and left for college with Sam. After John Winchester goes missing, Dean needs his brother and his best friend back. But Sam doesn’t know the full story of their fight. Maybe a run-in with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, might just show both of the brothers how much Dean hurt y/n.

“What the hell, Sam!” Dean says, slamming the table with his fist. “Where is this bitch keeping her?”

“Dean, I don’t know!” Sam also has a bit of an unhinged look to him. Both boys have been looking for anywhere Aphrodite might be keeping y/n. They just reached another dead-end. “We don’t even know why she took her.”

“You’re sure she didn’t get some genius boyfriend at your fancy college who broke her heart?”

“Yes, Dean. I’m sure,” Sam says, sighing. Sam’s been going over in his head all of the boys y/n ever mentioned at Stanford. She mostly kept to her close girl friends. The guys were all either asshole lawyers or awkward nerds. Slim pickings for boyfriend-finding. Sam remembers only one boyfriend type of y/n’s: Adrian. He was the older brother of Sam’s friend. They dated for about a month during Sam’s freshman year. Y/n ended it pretty abruptly, but she never told Sam exactly why. Doesn’t seem like heart-breaking material to Sam. And he lives in California now. Sam is searching his photo album of his phone to jog his memory. He scrolls too far and finds a picture of a polaroid photo. It's Dean, Sam and y/n when they were kids. Y/n came to live with them when she was 6. Her parents died, and, with no other family left, she was sent to John. She's always been family. They need to find her.

Sam glances out the window and sees the dawn breaking. They've been driving themselves crazy all night. “Jesus Christ, Dean. It’s morning. We haven’t slept in a couple days.”

“Sleeping won’t find y/n. And we’re in a time crunch again.” Dean gets up from his chair and runs a hand down his face. “We don’t know why the bitch took her, which means she might not follow the regular schedule. I won't sleep while, at any moment, she could be…”

Dean doesn’t need to finish the sentence for Sam to gather the meaning.

“Well, Bobby should be awake by now. We should call him,” Sam says, grabbing his phone and dialing the number.

Soon Bobby answers, and Sam explains what has happened briefly.

“I can’t believe y’all have gone and lost the only sane member of your group.” Bobby is unforgiving when it comes to the safety of any of his three favorite hunters.

“We know, Bobby,” Dean’s eyes look more exhausted as the phone call continues. Sam knows Dean feels helpless right now. Dean thinks Sam doesn't see right through his “tough guy” persona. But Dean is his brother, Dean raised him. Sam can see how he feels. He always could.

“It’s lucky for you idjits that I have an idea. All of these old pagan gods love to hear their own names. If you say it during this ritual, it forms a connection kinda like a phone call. You might be able to track this love goddess with the connection.”

“Ok, thanks Bobby,” Dean says.

“I’m sending y’all the ritual now. But I got no idea how to gank the girl once you’ve saved y/n, so you should wait to attack until I get there. You’ll need all the help you can get. ”

“Yep. Can do.” Bobby hangs up and Dean puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Alright. There's no way we’re waiting. It could be hours before Bobby gets here.” “Dean, we have to wait. What if she finds us and we’re left without any backup? That won’t help y/n.”

“Fine, “Dean says. “But we’re doing the ritual now.” Sam nods and the brothers start to gather the ingredients.

Around one hour and one grocery trip later, the ritual is all set up in the motel room. One map of Hickman and the surrounding area is spread across the floor. There is a pentagram drawn on the floor beneath in red marker. A small pile of salt and grocery myrrh is sitting to the right of the map, and Sam has set aside a knife for the final ingredient.

“Gimme the knife, I’ll do it,” Dean says.

“Dean, you don’t have to-” Sam starts, but is quickly cut off.

“Sam, just hand over the knife.” Sam does, but it's not healthy for Dean to be so comfortable with slicing himself open for a black magic ritual. Dean makes a shallow cut on his open palm and squeezes it over the pile of salt. As soon as the first drop hits it, the pile bursts into flames.

“Aphrodite! I call upon you, and I command you to show yourself to us, ” Sam says. The flaming herbs and salts turn a pink color and soon catch the map on fire as well. The unusual blaze burns across the map of Hickman, but soon surrounds a small circle located in the more rural portion of the town. This circle begins to pulse red and the pulses get bigger with every second. The ripples extinguish the fire on the map. The rest of the map is intact but is a little singed and darkened. Immediately after the fire goes out, Dean picks up the map.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Dean shouts while tossing around the paper. He drops it on the floor. Then he looks at Sam with an embarrassed expression. “It’s still hot. Careful.”

“I got it, Dean,” Sam sighs, internally rolling his eyes. Then he reaches down to get the map. It has cooled down, which Sam proves by intellectually resting the back of his hand on it.

“I thought that area was all farmland and barns,” Dean questions, looking over Sam’s shoulder (quite a struggle with his height).

“A perfect place to trap and murder people, I guess,” Sam says while he packs his bag.

“We're going,” Dean says, and grabs his keys.

“What? No, we’re waiting for Bobby.” Dean pauses at the door and turns around to face Sam.

“Look. I’m going, with or without you and Bobby.” Sam knows there will be no changing his mind. “Alright. Let’s go.”

“Should be to the left,” Sam says, craning his head around the seat. He is looking for something. Anything. Anything that looks like somewhere you could successfully hide and kill two people at a time. Dean had turned off his headlights to avoid alerting Aphrodite to their presence, so seeing anything in the pitch black countryside proves difficult.

Luckily for Sam, he doesn’t have to look for long. He spots a silhouette of a barn against the dark blue sky in the distance. Abandoned, by the looks of it. The structure was stark against the miles and miles of cornfield. Sam points it out to Dean. He immediately slams on the brake and turns off the car. The boys quietly and quickly load up on guns, unsure if they would even work. Sam doubts they will do anything to the goddess, so he hopes that they can be in and out without being caught in a fight. Risky, but y/n is definitely worth any risk.

Dean and Sam hurry across the field, hopping over logs and puddles. The barn appears to be larger and more complicated than originally anticipated, so Sam and Dean need to choose between three doors to enter. Dean immediately runs to the first door he sees and opens it. Sam runs to stop him and slowly closes the door again.

“Stop, Dean!” He whispers. “This thing could be in there. We need to see if it's safe before we go in.”

“Oh, screw safe. I’m going to save her,” Dean opens the door again.

“Hold on, knight in shining armor.” Sam puts his arm across Dean’s body to prevent him from opening it any further. “You can't save anyone if she smites you as soon as you walk in.” Dean pauses and then begrudgingly closes the door yet again. They decide to walk around the perimeter of the barn, listening and waiting for signs of life. Halfway around the back, Dean suddenly stops and stands still for a second. He rushes to put his ear to the wall.

“Sam! I hear her!” he whispers, gesturing for Sam to listen as well. When Sam puts his head to the wall of the barn, he hears it. Singing.

“It’s y/n,” Dean’s eyes look frantic. The song is familiar to Sam, but he can't quite place it. But then it hit him. That was the song Dean played over and over on the first case since Stanford. Back when Sam thought he was going to that interview on Monday morning. Back when Jess was alive. Dean starts to sing along.

“Take it easy, take it easy, don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy,” Dean says, looking at Sam like that means something. Sam shrugs. “She doesn't sing in front of regular people, definitely not an ancient deity. She’s alone in there.”

The boys run to the nearest door and break it down. They run into the barn and spot y/n in the middle. She's tied to a chair facing away from them, her hands and feet bound. Rose petals are in her lap and all over the floor. Dean breaks into a full sprint. While Dean is handling y/n, Sam looks around the room, gun at the ready. Dean was right, Aphrodite isn’t here. But then where is she? Who is she after next? Dean starts to untie y/n, trying to reassure her with kind and hopeful words. She definitely cannot hear him. She is out cold. Unconscious.

But then how was she singing?

Was she singing?

If she wasn’t, who was?

“Dean, wait-” Sam is cut off by a gust of air lifting him into the air and throwing him against the wall. Dean, still trying to free y/n, is lifted into the air and spun around, facing the door they came in.

part two: "it's fine"

pairing: dean winchester x reader

more tags: sleepy dean, dean is lowkey down bad, incorrect mythology/misrepresentation of greek deities, JOHN WINCHESTER MENTIONED SPOOKY, more angst, dean hates touchy feely emotions, more sassy sam, y/n is a chronic over-giggler (SHE IS ME I AM HER), i stole some ideas from PJO sue me, stereotypical drug dealer character, cliffhanger ending

summary: When Dean and Sam had their fight over Sam’s future, y/n chose Sam’s side and left for college with Sam. After John Winchester goes missing, Dean needs his brother and his best friend back. But Sam doesn’t know the full story of their fight. Maybe a run-in with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, might just show both of the brothers how much Dean hurt y/n.

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As soon as they stepped onto the small front patio, Dean forgot how he was planning on breaking the news to y/n. She had never particularly liked John Winchester (understatement, she hated him), but he kinda raised her, too. She wasn’t going to love the thought of him being missing.

“Dean? Are you ok? What's going on?”

“Dad’s missing.” Dean figured he’d get straight to the point.

“What? John’s probably just-”

“He went on a solo hunting trip a few weeks back and I haven’t heard from him since then.”

Y/n’s face fell a little when he mentioned hunting. Hunting is probably the most dangerous “occupation” in the world, and everyone Dean cares about is involved with it in one way or another. That's why he hated coming there. That’s why he hated standing there right then. That is why a part of him wanted to tuck tail and deal with it on his own. But no matter how much he hated it, he had barely survived the last year without seeing y/n’s face everyday. There was no way he could survive whatever came next without her.

So he wanted to tell her everything. About how he felt about that last hour that they spent in the same room together. How he missed her everyday. He missed her like air, like breathing. Naturally. How he couldn’t see a Cherry Coke bottle without his heart skipping a beat. How he was sorry. How much he needed her forgiveness. But, you know, none of that chick flick shit. So the next word that followed her shocked silence was:

“Yeah.”

“But I still don’t understand, why did you need to come here?” Y/n’s face is scrunched in confusion, but Dean could tell she just wanted him to say it out loud.

Fine, Dean had the balls to say it.

“I need your help. If something ganked the great John Winchester, then I can’t face it by myself.”

She crossed her arms and lifted one eyebrow expectantly. “And…” Dean sighed.

“And…I missed you.” The smile on her face was worth Dean’s embarrassment. “So, will you hunt with me again?”

Y/n looked away, obviously remembering everything he said to her that last night. Guilt washed over Dean.

“Look. I’m sorry about what I said, you know. I didn’t-”

“Dean. It’s fine.” Dean knew it wasn’t. “I've forgotten all about it. All is forgiven. Besides, you didn’t come all this way just to apologize. Let’s hit the road.”

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy you a cherry coke!” Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows. Y/n broke into laughter at that expression. She was bent over giggling, stumbling and leaning against the house. Dean had forgotten how cute it was when she did that.

“Don’t even pretend like you earned that money. Credit card fraud pays more than this shitty gig.”

“Dean! Wake up!” Sam's voice breaks through the barrier of Dean’s dream. Dean opens his eyes and lifts his head off the table abruptly. There are endless Greek Mythology books open all over the motel room. Y/n is pouring over one while laying upside down on Dean’s bed.

“I still don't understand why this can’t be some murderous Aphrodite worshiper,” Dean says through a yawn. Last night the three hunters started to believe that their current case was due to the work of the Greek Goddess of Love. The morning has proved Dean more skeptical.

“Because, Dean, the kidnapping conditions are impossible for a human being to accomplish. Locked doors, awake roommates, no signs of break in or break out.”

“Oh yeah.” Dean pauses and looks at y/n sprawled across his sheets.

“I need some coffee. Wanna go get some, y/n?”

“Sure.” She shuts her book with a loud clap. Sam looks at the two of them like they are insane.

“You two seem to be forgetting that we have been researching this thing all night and we don't have anything to show for it. Nobody seems to know how to kill a Greek god. We need to keep looking. This thing always takes a new girl five days after the last one has been dumped. That means someone will go missing tonight and we need to stop it.”

“Maybe we’re not finding anything because we’re tired and we need some coffee,” y/n says, giggling. “Some field work could help, too.”

“Fine. But we’re coming back here afterwards and working until we know how to kill her. We’re on the clock.” Sam grabs his boy-purse (the book bag that Dean nicknamed) with his laptop and heads out to the car with Dean and y/n.

“Lots of big talk comin’ from the youngest person in this group,” Y/n murmurs to Dean as they walk around the car. Dean chuckles.

“He can’t make me do anything if I’m the one driving the car,” Dean murmurs back.

Y/n is still giggling when she closes the car door behind her and Dean is watching her in the rearview and smiling.

“What’d I miss?” Sam asks, smiling.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just that Dean’s gonna drive us all the way back to that diner in Louisiana if you don’t quit bein’ so bossy.”

“The one with the fantastic apple pie? Oh, I’d do anything for some of that right now," Dean says while he puts the car in reverse and backs out of the parking spot.

“That place was disgusting! I think I saw a rat run out of the kitchen with my own two eyes!”

“Don’t spread lies about Melody’s like that! Their classic Key Lime pie is my desert island meal,” Y/n says, barely controlling the threatening wave of laughter at Sam’s astonished face.

Dean turns the music up one thousand notches and begins to sing loudly and obnoxiously as Sam tries to argue his case about the diner. This makes y/n laugh even harder.

Dean has missed their father since he left. Obviously. He was a great hunter and it’s worrying Dean that he’s missing. But, on the other hand, hunting without him has its benefits. Sam, Dean, and y/n are their own little silly family. With no hovering hand of seriousness and control over Dean, he feels more free. Dean would never admit that to anyone else, though. He needs to make sure the bond between Sam and John can eventually be repaired. He can’t start trash-talking about his dad to his brother while he’s not around. Y/n’s presence always makes him feel more free, too. Joking around is easier when he gets rewarded with her adorable loss of bodily function.

Dean lets the car keep running when they park at the local coffee shop, much to a trapped Sam’s dismay. Him and y/n sing the last lyrics of the rock song and then get out of the car.

They have been sitting fruitlessly at the coffee shop for half an hour when y/n decides to pitch in her two cents.

“I don’t think a goddess can even be killed at all.”

This does not receive an overwhelmingly positive response.

“They’re literally immortal. You can’t kill them. I just think you have to convince the goddess to stop whatever she’s doing.” Y/n is once again met with a disapproving silence.

“Let me get this right. You want us to convince a murderous goddess to just… stop…killing people?” Sam says incredulously.

“Well, yeah. If it turns out we can’t kill her, we’ll have to.”

“That’s ridiculous. Everything can be killed,” Dean says, shoving a chocolate bagel into his mouth.

“Whatever you say, then.”

Shortly, they decide to return to the motel room for more inspiration. Once again, the three hunters find basically nothing. Sam finds something about “celestial bronze” but they didn't have any idea of how to get some of that so they were back to square one.

“Dude, my ass is starting to go numb from sitting on it all day. Can’t we go talk to some more of the victim's friends? Anything to get off of the disgusting couch,” Dean complains.

“How ‘bout you and Sam go talk to Benjamin’s friends? Maybe he told them something after Terri went missing. I have an idea to try with this research.”

“Fine. But Dean has to promise not to flirt with anymore grieving college girls. It’s just wrong,” Sam said, his eyes following Dean as he leans down to pick up the boy-purse.

“No promises!” Dean slams the door. Y/n and Sam share a tight-lipped smile as he follows Dean out the door.

Sam shuts the car door and immediately turns to Dean. “What is going on with you and y/n?”

Dean starts the car and twists around to watch as he backs out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You two have been a little weird since we came back to hunting. Did something happen?”

Dean considers telling Sam about their fight for a few seconds. But he knows Sam will want Dean to talk about it with y/n. Dean would like to just move on as fast as possible, and the best way he knows how is just to bury it and ignore it until it goes away.

“No. Me and y/n are fine. So, which friend should we visit first?”

They almost make their way through Benjamin’s entire friend group before sunset. They left the best friend, Janet Hickey, for last. They were told that they would find her working her shift at the arcade. They find her on her break.

“Hey, are you Janet?” Sam asks, approaching her as she smokes a cigarette behind the arcade. Janey turns sharply. Her eyes look red and puffy, like she’s been crying.

“Yeah, who’s asking?”

“We’re with the FBI. We want to know a little bit about how Ben was acting before he disappeared.

“I already went over everything-!” Janet starts.

“We know, we just…have some more questions. Did Ben act weird before he disappeared?”

“Yeah, a little. I don't know.” She took a last breath through the cigarette before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it. “His ex-girlfriend had just gone missing, who can blame him?”

Sam looks at Dean and finds him also confused. “Wait, I thought they hadn’t broken up yet?” Sam asks.

“Sorry, force of habit.” She takes a deep breath. “Ben lied to me and told me they had broken up like, 5 months ago,”

“Why?”

“We were dating, too. He was cheating on her with me,” Janet says, emotion tainting her voice and threatening to overflow into tears. “And he didn’t even have the decency to tell me when he was alive! I had to find out through his paragraph in the newspaper!” Janet covers her face and begins to shake.

“We’re so sorry about that and about your loss,” Dean says, slowly and awkwardly.

Janet tries to say something else but it comes out muffled through her hands.

“We’re going to leave you alone now. Thank you for your help,” Sam says, hurrying back to the car with Dean behind him.

“Wait!”

Dean and Sam turn around and see Janet jogging to catch up. “I didn’t see Ben much right before he was taken, but if he was acting strange then his dealer would’ve known. His name is Gabe, here’s his address.”

Janet hands Sam the slip of paper and returns to the arcade.

“Yet another wild goose chase.” Dean slams the door and wipes a hand down his face.

“Let’s try this guy. Maybe he’ll tell us something we can use to find the next victim before tonight.”

Gabe doesn’t look like he’d be much help.

His yard is littered with old junk: torn furniture, broken refrigerators, and heaps of trash. Gabe is sitting on a rocking chair near the house and smoking something. He’s a short white guy with dreads, which I’m sure gives some note of his character. He raises an arm to block the headlights when Dean and Sam pull in the driveway.

“Hello Gabe. We’re with the FBI and we’re gonna ask you a few questions,” Sam says when he walks up, flashing the fake badge.

“Woah, shit! Look man, I don’t know nothin’! I haven’t done anything-“ Gabe jumps out of the chair and tries to hide the lines of coke on the left arm rest.

“We don’t care about the drugs," Dean says. Gabe pauses and sits back down.

“We’re here about the killing of Benjamin, one of your-“

“Man, I didn’t do anything to Ben!” Gabe stands up again, ready to defend himself.

“We know." Gabe slowly lowers himself back into the chair. "How was he acting before he was taken?”

“Oh, shit. Benny was fucked up! Sorry, uh, sir. Benny was pretty messed up the night he disappeared.”

“How messed up?”

“Dude was straight up tweakin’. He rushed in here all like, “SOME HOT CHICK IS TRYIN’ TO KILL ME.” Then he begged me for some shit to deal with but he wanted it on the house ‘cus he left his cash at home. But Gabe don’t do no favors so I was all like-”

“Gabe, focus. Was he being chased?”

“That’s what he said. I didn’t tell no coppers ‘cus they would’ve locked me up for the drugs.” Gabe pauses, as if remembering that he is talking to members of the FBI. “But y’all seem cool.”

Dean almost laughs at that. Maybe they aren’t good enough fake feds. “Thanks, I guess. Did he say anything else about what was after him or what it wanted?”

“Nah. But I guess it got him, whatever it was,” Gabe says.

On the way back to the motel, Sam and Dean talk about what this means for the case. If Aphrodite is taunting these men, then whoever she is taking next might already be feeling the effects. They are so distracted by the new information that they forget that they’ve been gone for almost 5 hours. With no call or text from y/n.

They arrive at the motel and a tense silence falls over the car when they see the motel door wide open.

“Y/n?” Dean calls, getting out of the car as fast as possible. It’s soon followed by Sam and Dean calling out her name with no response.

The room is a wreck. An even bigger wreck than the one they left. A lamp is tipped over and shattered on the ground, leaving glass everywhere. There is blood on the floor and a little on the bed sheets. Dean’s heart is beating faster and faster with every time he repeats her name. Sam calls her phone and hears the ringtone from under the bed.

“Maybe she went out?” Sam tries, also panicking.

“Without us? Without her phone? And without a car?” Dean is almost shouting.

Both of them stop rushing around and freeze when Dean picks up something from his pillow.

A single pink rose with bloody thorns.

part one: “i’m good”

pairing: dean winchester x reader

tags: romantic tension!friends to strangers to lovers, cursing, heavy angst to fluff, season one! Dean, dean was an asshole and he’s sorry, protective sam, platonic!sam x reader use of y/n (im sorry), y/n is based off of me (shocker) so she might be more forgiving than you, flashback is in italics

summary: When Dean and Sam had their fight over Sam’s future, y/n chose Sam’s side and left for college with Sam. After John Winchester goes missing, Dean needs his brother and his best friend back. But Sam doesn’t know the full story of their fight. Maybe a run-in with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, might just show both of the brothers how much Dean hurt y/n.

Word count: ~1.5k

The sorority house was abuzz with anticipation of the Friday night football game. Every one is an opportunity to show off your skimpiest outfit, laugh with your closest friends, and to earn an undesired amount of male attention from creepy guys on the street. Y/n’s favorite part was the friend time and the cherry coke she gets from the concession stand. That particular night, she was going with her friend Leah, Leah’s asshole boyfriend, and the asshole boyfriend’s asshole friends. Y/n wasn't super excited for this crowd, but Leah needed a friend to make sure she made it back home.

The doorbell rang while y/n was packing her purse full of Jolly Ranchers. She had thought nothing of it, assuming it was Leah’s boyfriend, and began checking her purse to make sure she didn't forget anything.

After a minute of soft unintelligible conversation, Leah shouted, “Y/N, SOME DUDE IS HERE FOR YOU!”

Y/n’s confusion showed clear on her face as she hurried down the stairs, one hand ruffling through the purse for her license.

“We have to get going, Leah, who is…”

Y/n’s eyes widened and her voice trailed off when she saw a familiar shit-eating grin at the entrance to the house.

“Hiya, kid,” Dean said, his eyes trailing down her revealing outfit. He knew she hated being called that, and y/n rolled her eyes. Amusement rang clear from his crooked grin. “What are you wearing?”

She couldn't stay annoyed at him for too long. Not when he was smiling at her like that. She couldn't help the smile spreading across her face and the blush down her neck.

“Hi, Dean,” y/n said fondly, running down the rest of the stairs and wrapping her arms around his neck. “What are you doing here?” Fear struck her heart. “Is something wrong?”

Dean paused and his wide grin faded. “Can I talk to you outside?” Y/n nodded, and caught Leah’s eye just as she mouthed, “He’s hot!” Y/n and Dean had stepped onto the front porch and Y/n can still remember the sunset shining gold on Dean’s face as he-

The loud slamming of the driver’s door brought Y/n back to the present. Dean tosses her a cherry coke and it hits square on her chest and lands pitifully in her lap.

“You ok? Lookin’ pretty out of it,” Dean says, looking at her in the rearview mirror.

“I’m good,” Y/n says dismissively. She turns her head to gaze at the corn fields across from the gas station parking lot they are currently sitting in. In the reflection, she can see the bracelet Dean got her for her 16th birthday sitting on her wrist. Its a thin leather strap with embroidered vines, and in the middle hangs a single pearl charm. Simple, but it represents their entire friendship.

“Alright then. So, Sammy, what do we know about this case?” Dean asks Sam. Y/n could tell Dean knew something was bugging her. She can't hide anything from Dean, which has made these last few months especially excruciating.

Y/n had been in love with Dean ever since they met, which was when she was 10 and Dean was 12. It snuck up on her, and Y/n didn't fully understand her certain “fondness” for Dean until the big fight. But, Y/n can't deny that he hurt her. These conflicting emotions have been growing increasingly hard to contain and understand since her return to the hunting life.

“We know that young couples in Hickman, Kentucky have been going missing from their college dorms and then are found dead in the corn fields the next day. The women go missing first, and, get this, both bodies are missing hearts. A single rose is left in the chest cavity where the heart was.” Sam explains. Y/n giggles and quietly repeats, “Get this!” under her breath. Classic Sam.

“ ‘s not entirely new. Probably some sort of flesh-eating monster.”

“We can't make any assumptions until we get there,” Sam responds scoldingly. As Sam and Dean slide into an age-old sibling argument, miles and miles of corn lull y/n into an easy sleep.

She wakes with a jerk and swots at her itchy nose. She opens her eyes to see Dean holding a dirty looking feather.

“Disgusting, Dean. You just found that on the ground, it could give her rabies.” Sam wrinkles his nose in empathy for y/n’s situation.

“Totally worth it,” Dean remarks with a devilish smirk. “Ok, let's start with a trip to the coroner.”

After an afternoon of talking to doctors and sniffling family members, Sam, Dean, and y/n settle into a two bed, one couch hotel room. About two hours into their heaping stack of research materials, y/n begins to feel restless.

“I’m gonna go talk to the victim’s friends, see if there is something in common with the relationships.” Y/n stands up, gathers her coat and fake badge, and heads for the door.

“Good idea, I’ll tag along.” Dean doesn’t miss the way Y/n tenses when he speaks. He knew she had been avoiding him lately, but he had no idea why. As soon as they piled into the Impala, Dean asks her:

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, Dean, I’m sure. I’m just tired.” Dean has never been good at dealing with emotions, and he didn't want to scare her off, so he accepted the obvious lie. They ride in awkward silence to the first house, the quiet only cut by Taylor Swift on the radio and y/n’s soft humming.

They pull in the driveway and ring the doorbell at the house of Lacy Hawkins, the first female victim’s best friend and roommate. Lacy, a sweet-looking blonde girl, answers the door, obviously surprised to see FBI officers while she’s wearing her pajamas. Dean speaks first.

“Lacy Hawkins? Sorry for the late hour, we’d like to ask you a few questions about Terri.” He pairs the sentence with a lady-killing smirk, but Lacy seems unaffected. Y/n smiles at Dean’s flirting fail when Lacy turns around.

Lacy has a Miller Lite in one hand, and it is obvious from her stride that it wasn’t her first one. Y/n can't blame her, but it’s beginning to look like they wouldn’t be getting much reliable information out of her. They sit on a futon in the living room.

“Did Terri ever talk to you about her relationship with Benjamin?” Y/n speaks softly and slowly to avoid scaring Lacy.

Lacy nods.

“Were they having sex?”

Lacy looks confused but nods her head.

“Were they happy?”

Lacy sits quietly for a minute and Dean and y/n share a questioning look. Eventually she shakes her head and speaks up.

“No. They weren't very happy,” Lacy whispers. “Actually, they were about to break up, I think. Ben had cheated on her last year and Terri had just found out. She was heartbroken.”

Dean and Y/n kept asking Lacy questions until it was clear she wouldn't be of any more help. When she gets back into the car, Y/n remembers something from the family interviews.

“Well, that was a dead-end.” Dean says through a sigh as he pulls onto the road.

“No, I think I've got something. Our second victims, Willow and Cade, were having problems, too, remember?” Y/n flips through her notebook from that afternoon. “Willow’s mom said that Cade had gotten drunk and called Willow clingy and annoying. She said Willow was “heartbroken” and had been crying for days.”

“Ok… so what does that mean?” “Tomorrow we will interview the third victim’s friends and see if they were having problems. Maybe Sara was “heartbroken,” too. Let’s also see if Sam’s got something.”

Right as y/n says this, Dean parks the Impala at the motel room. Y/n opens the door to the motel room and is met with the sight of a crazed-looking Sam pouring over some dusty book.

“Guys! I’ve got something!” Sam shouts. Dean closes the door behind him and says, “Yeah, us too.”

Then Dean tells Sam everything they learned, which boils down to: this thing might be going after couples where the guy has just left the girl “heartbroken.” That's when Sam slams down a different huge book and opens it to a picture of some kind of statue.

“Exactly. Aphrodite.” Sam looks up at y/n and searches for understanding on her face.

“The Greek goddess?” Y/n asks.

“Yes. There is an ancient myth where Aphrodite gets revenge for women by killing their hurtful or cheating husbands. She also kills the women, and uses their “heavy hearts” as a sacrifice. In this myth, Aphrodite kidnaps the woman first and learns how they are hurt, then she kidnaps the men and makes them “relive their misdeeds” whatever that means.”

“So, are we dealing with an Aphrodite worshiper on a murderous rampage?” Dean asks, standing up and looking at y/n for an answer. Why does he think she knows? Sam answers.

“No. I think we’re dealing with Aphrodite herself.”