#supernaturalxreader

Hey..so this is different to what I usually write but I have decided to write for another fandom and that would be supernatural. I am a few seasons in at the moment (season 4) . I am writing for Castiel and his female vessel for this one. I have tried to make it as best as I can (as I have not seen the episode fully only clips) and Castiel is still issuing he/him despite being in a female vessel.

Hope you enjoy this ( also gif is not mine, credits to the owner for it). Also this was crap (imo) so yeah hope you like.

Also spoilers?

You walked along the grass as your eyes search the nature in front of you. Your eyes dart from tree to tree taking in the green leaves and roots that grow.

To be honest you felt at peace, you never got to experience it quite often because you were in heaven a lot of the time. This was a nice change to what you were usually used to.

Your vessel, from what you know is a lover of the outdoors and likes the nature so you might feel this way.

You were only using this vessel temporarily of course because you and the other angels got word of a nephilim as a result of one of the angels, who you knew, and human falling in love.

This caused major problems for you and the others due to how dangerous they could be and when one angel and human have a child together..it doesn’t end well.

A part of you felt bad for the angel whose child it was, because you knew they couldn’t help fall in love, it was an emotion and you knew that.

You look to your left and Castiel was walking beside you, he too also taking in the nature.

His vessel was a woman who you thought seemed to be a lovely young woman who was actually friend’s with your vessel.

You couldn’t help but just stare at him. You were always attracted to Castiel, but you didn’t say anything because you thought angels couldn’t feel love as an emotion..until this mess happened.

And his vessel..hot damn.

As if you weren’t already attracted to him enough he had to pick the hottest vessel, you swear he did that on purpose to make you flustered.

Cas caught your gaze as his vessel displayed a smile, eyes squinting.

“You alright, you seem..lost” he asked

You look away quickly and clear your throat from embarrassment “yeah, I guess I just am enjoying the nature. It’s a nice change for once and not being up in heaven and doing all that work”

He nodded still looking at you before looking back in front of him “I suppose it is”.

Looking to your right you see a flower and pick it up, you inhale its scent as Castiel watched on in admiration.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t like you because he did ALOT. It scared him a bit but it made him feel all warm inside.

Infact he chose this vessel so that he could see you blush which you did so it made him really happy.

But what also made him happy was seeing you be your authentic self, it’s what he loved most about you and what made him fall in love with you.

You hop back up and walk over to him and place the flower in his vessels hair and tuck a piece of hair behind his ear.

“There, you’re very pretty” you said with a smile.

Oh that almost ended him, right there on the grass.

He felt his vessels face heat up and legs buckle at your words but he managed a grin and a genuine one at that.

“I-uh thank you that’s very kind of you” he stumbled a bit.

You giggle as you speed up to get ahead of him but he remained in place as he stared at you still in shock despite being cool a few seconds ago.

Did you really just say that to him? Were you only saying it because of his vessel? Did you like him?

All these thoughts rushed around his head as he picked up the pace to catch up with you.

You looked down at the ground observing the leaves as Castiel made his way towards you as you were in your own world.

You hadn’t noticed him until you felt a pair of lips on your cheek.

You froze and turn to see Castiel looking right into your eyes and saying “do you really love me?”

You look at him and use one hand to cup his cheek “of course I do cas, I’m not saying because of how you look it’s because of your personality and how kind you are.”

He smiled and tears glistened in his vessels eyes as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Bring It (Supernatural x sister!reader) - Backstory (on Wattpad) 

I Just found this on wattpad the other day and I wanted to share it because holy shit it’s so good. I’m a dude, and reading this was still really enjoyable. 10/10 would reccomend this story to any supernatural fans

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Talk of death.

Summary: Patching up

Word Count: 445

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Waiting for the boys to get back was always nerve wracking, you would always tag along to the hunts with Sam and Dean, you being more there for the info you know rather than to help physically with the hunt but that is the way you prefer it, you feel like an important part of the team while also being kept safe back at the motel, something that Dean really liked about this whole arrangement. When you first got together 2 years ago his biggest fear was that you were going to get hurt or even worse that he could lose you altogether, but you being in the motel gave him peace of mind.

Whenever the boys left to catch whatever they were hunting always left you on edge, you frequently had nightmares about Sam coming back alone and having to break the news to you that Dean was gone, always leaving you waking up heaving for breath and reaching for Dean who was always there to quell the fear racing through you.

You were currently curled up in your and Deans shared bed waiting for the two to return. To help with your nerves you were dressed head to toe in Deans clothes, the lingering smell of his cologne helping you immensely. 

You weren't lying there for long before both boys returned, Dean looking a little worse for wear but not as bad as you had seen him in the past. Noting that both boys were fine and that the hunt was in fact over you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding knowing now that you or Dean were not in danger and everyone was safe and ok. 

“Come on you, let's get you cleaned up” you announced to Dean practically dragging him into the bathroom with you so that you could clean him up. “Yes ma’am” he replied with a grin on his face, you cleaning him up quickly became his favourite part of every hunt, you taking care of him was always something that brought joy to Dean knowing he always had this much love to come back to.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Injury, Talk of Death

Summary: It was supposed to be an easy hunt, why did it have to go so wrong?

Word Count: 864

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It was supposed to be an easy hunt, that’s what you kept telling yourself over and over. How could you be so stupid to let this happen?. Currently you are in the middle of a hunt with Sam and Dean trying to hunt down a vengeful spirit. Sam was currently out burning the bones and you and Dean were left to fend off the spirit until Sam got rid of them. It was supposed to be easy, stay alert, don't stray too far from one another and use salt and iron to get rid of them for some time when they appear. 

While staying quiet and alert with Dean in the kitchen the spirit had appeared and was quickly gotten rid of by Dean with one shot of the shotgun, however somewhere throughout the house another noise was heard. You being you decided that it should be checked out and told Dean that you would be right back. “Ok, but don't stray too far darling, Sam shouldn't be too long now, we're nearly done” taking his advice you were careful, quiet and went to check out the noise to make sure there wasn't anything else in the house that was concerning. What you failed to realise however was that this is exactly what the spirit wanted.

The spirit you were currently hunting had killed 4 women in the span of a week, not you Sam or Dean could figure out why only women but only that he had some real anger for them and so for you to now be straying too far from Dean was the perfect moment for the spirit to strike, and strike it did.

As you neared the storage room at the far back of the house you realised just how far you had gotten away from Dean and quickly decided to head back, but not before the spirit had jumped from the corner of the room and plunged a knife straight into your side. Luckily for you, you managed to catch the spirit with the end of your iron crowbar dispelling it from the room. Deciding it wasn't that bad even though the pain was now coursing through your sides and moving quickly over your body, you made the even stupider decision to remove the knife. Bad Mistake.

As soon as you managed to slide the knife out and away from your body that's when more and more blood started to pour from the stab wound, with you putting as much pressure as you could with your jacket trying so hard to keep it hidden. ‘All you had to do was stay together and wait for Sam to burn the bones’ you said to yourself, cursing your poor decision making the least you could do for the boys was to wait until you got back to the motel and patch it up yourself which also wasn't the brightest decision on your part but the only one that wouldn't cause worry to Sam and Dean.

Not long after that Sam had burned the bones and you were all in the Impala heading back. On the journey back you were getting more and more light headed the closer you came to the motel, something that didn't escape Dean as he watched you from the mirror. He could clearly see you swaying back and forth and was determined to find out what was wrong.

As you all arrived you didn't make it 2 steps from the car before Dean was hoisting you into his arms and carrying you to the room. “Sam get the first aid kit, somethings wrong” Dean shouted out as you all entered the room. “What? I'm fine Dean seriously, don't worry about me I'm fine” much to your dismay your convincing was not enough and soon enough your very serious looking stab wound was soon revealed. “Fine?! You can't be serious darling you're nearly bleeding out here” Dean at this point was beyond worried and so decided to leave the stitching you up to Sam in favour of holding you in his lap and making sure you stayed awake.

“Hey, look at me baby, it's fine, you're fine” Dean said as he held your face in his hands and pulled your attention away from Sam stitching up your side. You know that you were stupid and that you shouldn't have hid your injury and seeing the concern in Dean’s eyes as he held you made you decide that you were never gonna split up from him again, not so that you wouldn't get injured again but so that you would never have to see Dean so upset again.

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: storms, Talk of potential injury, talk of animal abuse.

Summary: Coming back from a hunt you discover something very interesting, but how is Dean going to react to this discovery?

Word Count: 801

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You knew this was a bad idea the moment you contemplated doing it, but how could you resist?. 

You had just finished your solo Vampire hunt and was on the way back to the bunker. The hunt itself was relatively easy, only 1 vampire gone rogue and it was over faster than you thought it would be, so fast that you thought you would rather make the drive that very night back to the bunker instead of staying in the motel you had already pre-booked. You don’t know why, whether it was the lure of your soft, warm bed or the thought of Dean waiting for you in your soft warm bed but you were eager to return to your man. That, and you had a gut feeling that there was a reason you needed to make your way back early.

Half way through the drive back the weather took a turn for the worse, the sky looked dark and angry while there was rain pelting your windscreen with such force you thought it might just break. It got to a point that you had to pull over, the last thing you wanted was to survive a vampire hunt just to get taken out by a storm. You pulled over into a clearing on the side of the road, it was pretty much barren apart from a few trees now bare with the force of the wind stripping each and every tree of their remaining leaves.

As you sat in the car, the storm still causing havoc, you spotted something out of the corner of your eye. Over next to one of the trees sat a black bag, seeming to be moving with a force that was contained inside the bag and not from the forces raging outside. Deciding to investigate you took a strong breath in preparing yourself for the wet and cold you were about to face and you set off for the tree.

Slowly bending down you discovered that there was definitely something inside this bag, and it wanted out!.

Holding your breath once more you tore into the bag to discover a miserable looking,  cold and shivering puppy. ‘Who the hell would do such a thing?!’ you thought to yourself. You had seen some pretty gruesome shit in your time as a hunter with the boys but never something this inhumane to an innocent animal. 

Putting your anger aside for the sake of this little puppy you quickly gathered him up into your arms and made your way back to the temporary safety of the car. Once inside you checked over the puppy to see if there weren't any injuries you should worry about and after not finding anything for a solid 20 minutes you let out the breath you were holding finally realising that the innocent dog was ok.

Not even a second after you stop looking over the dog he climbed into your lap and started licking your face to show his gratitude. “What am I gonna do with you huh?” you asked the puppy as if he was gonna answer you. 

You knew that Dean was not a dog person, Sam yes so that wouldn’t be a problem but Dean? He was not gonna be happy, but as the puppy looked into your eyes, still sat in your lap how could you resist?

After the further 40 minute drive back to the bunker you were finally back, the puppy next to you eager to see everything inside. You pushed open the bunker door and made your way down the steps, you didn’t get much further before you were tackled into a hug by Dean.

“Where have you been?! I was so close to going out into the storm and finding you myself, are you alright sweetheart?” he said frantically, holding your face in his hands. “Yes I'm fine baby, i promise” you said finally giving in and kissing him as you had been wishing to for the last few hours.

“Hey is that a dog?” you heard Sam say from behind Dean. The puppy was currently sitting waiting patiently behind your legs waiting to be introduced. “Yes he’s the reason I was so late, someone just threw him away in a bag, can you believe that?!. Look I know you're not a fan of dog’s Dean but ..” your rambling was cut short with another kiss from Dean making you relax instantly and all the stress you had melted away. “I don’t care if you came back with an entire zoo as long as I have you here with me, '' Dean said, making tears come to your eyes.

Supernatural Masterlist // Full Masterlist

A/N: @princessmermaid1289 I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure if this is along the lines of what you were expecting, but it's what has came into existence. So I can only hope it fills some kind of void. Enjoy (hopefully) x

Sister!Reader x Sam and Dean

Why did you agree to this? Oh, right, you don’t want two of your closest friends to accidentally get themselves killed. How they managed to make it out of this place alive the last time they were here, you’re clueless on; then again, half the places Sam and Colby have been in have had a capability of never letting them see the light of day again and yet, here they are.

You’re attempting to take shelter under a tree on this wet Texas night. It’s not torrential but its wet enough to be uncomfortable. If it was dry, you’d probably be able to hear the conversation occurring in the car parked a few feet away from you, instead you pay attention to the animated expressions being performed between car seats. The conversation comes to an end eventually as the three bodies in the car exit to join you on the sidewalk.

The three of you exchange hugs and ‘hello’s before quickly setting yourselves up to film. Once it’s agreed that everything is being captured the way Sam and Colby need it to be, they begin to introduce you to their audience. You’re ran through the situation they were in the last time they were here. Yorktown Memorial Hospital truly sounded like a place they shouldn’t have made it out of, their description wasn’t veering you away from that conclusion, if anything it was making you more certain that they defied death that day.

“So, the last time we were here, we interacted with Stacy.” Colby explains to you as the three of you make your way through the threshold of the hospital.

“Right, and Stacy’s a little girl?” You questioned, swivelling your head to look at both boys.

“Yes, Stacy’s mum worked here, and Stacy would come to work with her.” Sam expanded.

“Okay, interesting.”

They’d given you a small run down before you’d organised a date with each other, you’d pushed for more information at the time, but they’d wanted to capture your reaction on camera. Its not that you didn’t trust them to be safe either, but you didn’t want to willingly walk them into danger; your family had taught you better than that, hell, you’ve seen it happen enough to know better than that. From what you were told you’d arrived expecting a low key haunting, just a little girl with a tragic backstory, nothing too taxing. Sure, there’s enough rumours about this place going around, but as far as you were concerned, until there was a legitimate report severe enough to warrant a hunt, they remained rumours.

Sam and Colby continued to narrate your journey through hospital, stopping you once you arrive at Stacy’s corridor. As the camera gets passed between people, a bag gets dropped off Sam’s shoulder and you watch for a second to see a small ball and what looks like a children’s book be pulled from inside. A glance at your face gives away your confusion and Sam is quick to explain the items’ uses: the ball to ask Stacy to roll; and the book to read to Stacy to get her to trust you. You nod in response, slightly unused to communicating with the supernatural in this way, but willing to try it, nonetheless.

The ball gets handed to you, along with the phrase ‘do the honours’, and you gently roll it down the corridor. Slightly too much force leaves it slowly rolling into the gloom of the space the three of you stand facing. A minute passes with nothing happening, triggering a conversation among you over what was meant to happen and what it would mean in context.

While you weren’t talking particularly loudly, it was enough to mask the sound of two grown men opening a door on the other side of the darkness. Heavy boots sound their way down the corridor as your talking volume lowers to silence, three heads turning to see the ball roll its way back out of the gloom, stopping at your feet. The three members of your party almost look to each other, mouth agape in shock, until two very alive bodies emerge from the darkness moments later. Your eyes scan up from their familiar feet to their faces.

“What are you doing here?”

“We could say the same to you.” Your older brother, Sam, retorts back.

Sam and Colby look between you and the two men stood in front of you, having no idea who they are or why you’re talking to them so casually. You turn to face them, working out in your head the best way to explain this to both pairs.

“Sam and Colby,” you gesture to them, then swing your arms towards your brothers, “meet Sam and Dean. My brothers.”

Looks of recognition pass over your friends’ faces as your brothers’ scrunch in confusion. Sam and Colby don’t have any reason to recognise your brother by appearance, but the placement of names and your relation to them inserts faces into stories that you’ve told them over time. You approach your brothers beginning to explain who Sam and Colby are and why you’re here. Dean beats you to speaking.

“Is that a camera? Why is there a camera?” he pauses before something clicks, “No! God, no! You know better than that!”

Your face falls, confused at what would have him so defensive before he’s even gotten to know your company, a slight seething tone slips into your voice, “Know better than what, Dean?”.

“Hanging around with those stupid… Ghostfacer idiots.”

“Oh, Dean.” You sigh, “They’re nothing to do with those imbeciles. Yes, they go filming in haunted spaces. No, they don’t go trying to exorcise spirits with no training. Well… apart from now, maybe.”

“You brought them here to exorcise spirits?” Sam – your brother, Sam – interjects.

You turn to face him, not really wanting to see Deans face as he processes the suggestion. You want to object, because the idea is as irresponsible as it seems. Technically, no you hadn’t brought them to exorcise spirits, they only told you about one, only Stacy; you weren’t feeling like you were going to win the argument. Until your friends step in.

“No.” Colby steps in to defend you. “She didn’t. We asked her to come, and we’ve been here before. We aren’t here to specifically exorcise anything either.”

You turn to him, sending a small smile of appreciation his way.

“Right. So why are you here?” Dean questions.

Between you, Sam – not your brother – and Colby, you explain that your there to consult on the little girl they think they interacted with the last time they visited Yorktown Memorial Hospital. They make sure to include something about you being experienced, just to make sure they come across as responsible; they’re not looking to be throttled by your older, much bigger brothers.

Once everyone is filled in, you take the opportunity to interrogate your brothers as to their presence. They explain to you how Sam saw a report on a group of teens who entered the premises only to be terrorised by something and come away with physical injuries. Dean explains how he almost brushed off the whole thing as an internet hoax. Then Sam had shown him the photos attached to the post, well, the evidence was too plain to leave it. So here they are.

Your brothers linger with you and your friends, watching you film some content, Sam and Colby actively keeping both brothers out of the camera shot. You’re handed the children’s book that was pulled out of the bag earlier.

“Why am I doing everything?” You ask, the smallest hint of annoyance worming its way into your voice.

“Because…” Colby starts and loses any sense of reasoning he was grasping at, Sam rolls his eyes from beside him.

“Because you weren’t here last time, and you’re a female presence; you might be more likely to get a response. You’re probably more comforting than us.”

You have no further argument to that logic, so you sit yourself on the floor, leaning your back against the wall, legs crossed beneath you. If you’re reading Stacy a book, you might as well offer her the option of sitting with you to look at the pictures. You read the story, making sure to leave the book where you would if you were reading to a living child. While doing so, you’re oblivious to the reaction of the people stood around you, looking on in bewilderment as you act so casually about reading a ghost a storybook.

You’re standing up from reading as something grabs your arm. A sharp stinging pain rips across your skin with a curse from your lips. Four sets of eyes shoot to you, each of their bodies approaching from their places in the corridor. You hold your arm out in front of you, the light catching your arm enough to show a deep scratch, bleeding a little, in the shape of a human hand clawing its way into your skin, and then down your arm.

Sam and Colby look at each other, worried looks on their faces, as Sam and Dean carry on in their approach to gain a better look at your arm. Sam gently grasps your arm between his hands as he twists it to get a thorough look at the damage. Dean glares at his two new acquaintances as you raise your eyes to look at him, cringing in anticipation of the hellfire about to fall from him.

“What the hell was that?”

“The nuns.” Sam (not your brother) says, taking a visible gulp at Dean’s facial expression and stance.

“The what, now?” Dean responds, along with a face screaming ‘explain now, and explain fast’.

“The nuns that used to run the hospital. They’re… aggressive. At least they are when they’re present.” Colby contributes.

“Well, well done you! You’ve gotten my sister attacked by nun ghosts!”

Sam and Colby both look to each other, terrified. You pull your arm out of (your brother) Sam’s grip and put yourself between Dean, Sam and Colby. You’d rather stop this physical altercation before it can begin; you love Sam and Colby, but they weren’t going to be able to take Dean on, not in this situation.

“Can you just… not.” You turn your body to Dean, his stance dropping when he catches another glimpse at your arm. Its an alarming image to say the least, its not that its fatal, but its not a light scratch.

Sam and Dean herd the three of you outside the building and to the impala, delivering the conclusion that you were going to be exorcising something tonight, and it’s not going to be the little girl you just read a bedtime story to. Dean opens the trunk, instantly rifling through for all the salt they have, while Sam reaches for the med kit to tend to your arm.

Sam and Colby wait on their assumed side lines, not wanting to complicate the processes happening at the rear of the car. Their effort to stay out of the situation is ignored, however, when Dean thrusts salt guns and pellets into their arms. You’re personally too busy wincing at Sam disinfecting your arm ‘before it requires amputation’ in his words.

A whole conversation goes on between your two brothers as this is going down. They go through the options of how to go about expelling these nun ghosts.

“Salt and burn, Sammy? Where are the bones, man?”

“Right. So, haunted object?”

“Sam, that’s the entire building. We’re not getting away with arson.”

“Well, we can’t resolve their issues.”

“Why not?”

“They’re their own issue. If they can’t resolve that then how can we.”

“Fair. Last rites… something tells me they aren’t going to be willing to move on. Even if we could find a priest.”

“Cas-“

“Isn’t going to help us.”

You furrow your brow at Dean’s tone in that last sentence, concerned about the tension between him and his favourite angel. Now’s not the time to ask. It’s eventually decided that there’s no best way to go about expelling however many nuns there are from the hospital. You’ll just have to hope for the best. Which is how you’ve ended up in this situation.

Colby dragged across the room from where you were standing, being held against his best efforts to move, salt pellets being shot left right and centre, and you being held by your throat as your gun clatters to the ground at your feet. Hoping for the best, turns out, was not enough. The hand around your throat tightens slightly as you claw at air trying to loosen the grip. Everyone around you is far too distracted with trying to not get themselves killed to notice anything happening in your vicinity. Like the little girl gliding her way into the space before you. Until she screams.

The room stops. Movement and sound ceasing. The four head of the people you know whip to your direction as your neck gets released and your body drops as a subsequent reaction. You make the most of the air you can get into your lungs now, oblivious to the foggy cloud of nun floating around and away from you.

The room around you stays frozen as the girl makes her way around the room, sending each nun into a cloudy existence. You only notice the lack of nuns in the room when you have four men at your sides checking that you’re alive and okay. You don’t care about them, though, as you look up to the girl’s face. You furrow your eyebrows as you try to work out why her face seems familiar to you. She simply smiles at you on her way back through the door she entered. The others only look away from you when the noise of a ball bouncing across the floor begs for their attention.

They take this as the moment to leave before anything else can attack you. Your brothers send you, Sam and Colby out on your own first. The two of them stay behind and collect any of their gear that they can still get use out of.

You stand outside of the hospital with Sam and Colby, leaning against their car, sipping at a bottle of water they’ve handed you from their trunk.

“Tell me you guys at least got a good video out of me almost dying in there?”

“I’ll be honest, the camera was off as soon as you finished reading.”

“Sam! Really! I almost died and you didn’t get it on camera?” You glared at both of them, giving them each a solid few seconds of rage until they looked apologetic.

“In Sam’s defence, we didn’t really feel like getting murdered by either of your brothers.”

Hallo! I'm opening up my inbox for just a couple fandoms, really only two.

Futurama and Supernatural.

Now, I will go ahead and say that I'm not too fond of gore, but I'll do small detailing of it if the fic request either says or implies it. I'm mostly open to fluff, but will do angst too. Smut is a meh, so it'll be like a 50/50 whether I decide to do smut requests or not.

Now, the list isn't long, but here are some character X Readers I'm comfortable with writing (only because I know the character well):

Philip J. Fry X Reader Leela X Reader Dean Winchester X Reader Sam Winchester X Reader Castiel X Reader Jack Kline X Reader Bender X Reader Amy Wong X Reader

Now, here are some of the !reader tags I'm willing to do:

upset/depressed!reader drunk!reader fem!reader nonbinary!reader male!reader gender-nonconforming!reader artist!reader coming out!reader (if reader is deciding to come out, whether it be sexuality or gender) and more if you guys think of any!

Some for only Futurama: stripper!reader alien!reader cryogenically frozen!reader and more if you guys come up with some!

Some for only Supernatural: vampire!reader demon!reader angel!reader spirit!reader haunted!reader hunter!reader and any more if you guys have something in mind!

Dean ~ Kevin

Kevin ~ Sam

Sam ~ Castiel

Castiel ~ Dean

Crowley ~ Lucifer

Lucifer ~ Gabriel