The thing we write (Request are open)

You had been practicing witchcraft for a whole week now. So far it's only been fun. Any little trick here and there, but you never dared to try the bigger one until now. Being 14 year old, (y/h/c) and plus-size was never easy. So when you found the book in your locker a week ago, you thought someone was pranking you, especially with the weird note, you discovered with it

“(Y/N). You had been chosen to use and protect this book. Make sure it never falls into the wrong hand. Also, This book is a gift and can also be a curse too. If you have good intentions, you will only face minor consequence in your life, if not, get ready for a lifetime of nightmare and losing your loved one.”

That note worried you, mainly because no one knew your locker code but you. You made sure of it. So you quickly put the heavy book in your backpack and went to the library. Stupidly thinking the book belonged there and the look the librarian gave you, it was something you never want to do again. So you left quickly without the book and did everything to avoid the odd look you received on the way to your class.

The whole day, you had received comments from your classmate calling you a witch or fat witch, particularly because the book pop up at any particular moment, even though some of your teachers confiscate it from you and you also throw it in the trash bin on the way home but found it on your bed. You had stopped freaking out after the third time and after receiving from one of your teacher a note to be in detention. You were just bothered and annoyed by everything, so you just gave in and opened the book.

A rumble of thunder startled you and brought you back into the problem. You slightly smiled as you noticed that this spell would only last 12 hours.

“Good,” you said to yourself then closed the book.

You smiled and promised yourself that you wouldn’t use the book anymore, while cleaned and put everything that was on the night table in your closet before going to sleep.

The next day like you predicted, the storm stopped around 9 am and you were pleased to know that the weather came back as it's expected to be. After that, nothing major happened other than two of the four kids that bothered you didn't come into class that day, you did not mind. You figured that they were sick or something, but while you had your lunch break, the two left came to your table.

“Where are they, fat ass!?” Joyce queried

You raised an eyebrow “Who are they? ” You asked back

Joyce grabbed your arms and put pressure on it, you wanted to react, but her boyfriend pressed a knife against your side under the table “Don’t even try anything. Or Jamie will deflate you before you even have the chance to say a word” She threatened you, “Again. Where are they?”

Your heart thundered in her chest while you grimaced slightly in pain while the blade of the knife pressing against your side. “I...I swear I don't know who you are talking about Joyce” You implored her.

“Babe, is she that dumb?” Jamie grumbled “Jack and Jerry.”

“What about them?” you quavered

Joyce didn't have the time to say anything that the janitor came in the way. “Is everything ok kiddo?” He questioned

Jamie narrowed his eyes “She is fine! Now move grandpa” he spat

The harsh look the janitor gave Jamie made the three of you widen your eyes. Joyce let go of your arms and Jamie slide away from you. Both of them left the table without looking back at you.

The janitor’s face smoothed slightly and changed into a concerned look. “You ok kiddo?” he asked one more time

You nodded “Yes, thank you Mr…" you trailed off

“Singer. Bobby Singer,” he introduced himself “Don’t let those idjits…” He started, but he was interrupted by a black male came into the conversation

“Bobby. We need to go” He said not even paying attention to you

Bobby nodded before turning back to you, but once again he didn’t have a chance to speak anything that the man grabbed his shoulder and took him away from you. You observed them leave, linking Bobby already even with the little talk you had. He had saved you today.

Two days later

After the incident and Bobby’s help, nothing significant happened, aside from breaking your promise not to use magic again, but this was an emergency some of your classmates had been slowly disappearing. That’s when you understood what Joyce accused you of being behind those events. She was wrong, at least you hoped even indirectly related to the disappearance you didn’t want to be the one to blame for it. Now here you were with your book open on a tracking spell. All of the incantations were in Latin, and you weren't sure that you pronounced them correctly. Because let's be honest here Latin was the only class you had been failing this year and the fact that those spells even if they were fun to try were in Latin, didn't help you at all. Not to mention you barely understand any of it, you only hope it wasn't something wicked.

You took a deep breath before, chanted the last word of the spell as you dropped the powder inside the cauldron. A small explosion could be heard, and some smoke moved up, you waved off, then grabbed the white stone inside the container before putting it on the map. The second the rock touched the map. It melted like it was burning from the inside and turned into a silver liquid which moved around the map to form a circle around a group of houses. You frowned, it wasn’t specific, but at least you knew where those houses were.

You arrived at the house's neighborhood a few 25 minutes later. Your bike stopped near one of the houses, this area was new construction, and nobody would come here for any reason because some of them still needed to be built. You glanced at them one by one not sure which one you should check first; luckily you took the map with you, you pulled out of your backpack and opened it. You noticed the big circle slowly started to get smaller, as you walked and pushed your bike.

Night had come quickly, by the time you arrived in front of the right house. A big old house, you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side ‘What the hell?’ You thought, wondering why this house was still there in the middle of all those new houses. You stared at it for a few minutes as you walked toward the manor, nervously because it was giving you the creep and you couldn’t shake a strange feeling. You walked into the house after a few moments of wrestling with the door.

Now that you were inside the house, the creepy feeling you had earlier was getting stronger. The door slamming shut itself, startling you. You placed your hand on your chest and tried to calm yourself. Your eyes traveled around the dim hallway, too dark for you to be able to see anything or your eyes to adjust to it. You took your backpack and searched for a lamp, but you didn’t seem to have anything else but the book when you realized the book was there one more time.

You sighed and shook your head ‘Shity book’ you thought.

Even though it was starting to get on your never, you pulled the book when you noticed the book was shining a little. Maybe you could use to walk around or just to find a spell to use, so you have lights in there? You ran the thought in your mind for a few seconds before kneeling down on the floor and putting the book down then flipped the pages until you found the right one.

You smiled “ ego indigeō lucis” (I need light) you repeated three times

You looked around for several minutes as nothing happened, you frowned and closed the book thinking you would just have to carry it around. You closed the book, but it wasn’t shining anymore. Magic was so complicated that you weren’t sure if you still like it. You put the book back in your backpack.

“How Am I going to see anything?” You wondered out loud.

Like someone turned the light on, your hands started to shine the same the book had a few moments ago, you widened your eyes and looked at your hands impress with everything. A smirk appeared on your face; you grabbed your backpack before starting to walk with a hand extended in front of you. As you walked into the vast and dark hallway with the only company the light shining from you had, you got startled by some rats running past you. You watched them go like there was something off about that. Well, rats running away has usually been a sign of danger.

“Hey You!?” someone called out

You turned to face a man, you weren't sure where you saw him before, but you didn't care because the look on his face when he saw your hand shining wasn't good at all, especially because he pulled his gun out “No don't! I am not here to hurt you" you quickly said, holding your hand up, but it wasn't a good idea because your hands started to shine more and slightly blind him making him groan

“Like hell you are!” He barked

Call it intuition or weird feeling, but you didn't feel like staying there and feel the consequences of this, so you turned around and ran away from him, and you were right. You heard the sound of the wind when a bullet came near you. You knew you made the right decision; you ran as fast as you could, not caring where you are going before falling your face first as someone jumped on you to pin you down on the floor.

“Please don't “ You begged as the person gripped at your shoulder to hold you on the floor

“Well, I’ll be damned”  The voice you recognized cursed

“Bobby?” You asked, surprise

“Watch her hand!" Another voice

“Get up" Bobby ignored the man and stood up. You obeyed putting your hand down not wanting to show them, but Bobby grabbed them, and the shining light was on again, “How can you do that?” He asked as the other male came next to you.

You barely had the time to say anything that the other man beat you “She is a witch! Bobby! I told you a witch was behind this” He grumbled showing Bobby the book he found in your back

You shook your head“No! I am not behind this! I am here to help them,” You protested

“Right! We are dumb and Dumber” the other man sneered

“Andrew. Let her answer” Bobby said then turned to face you “Listen (Y/N), we are not going to hurt you…” He began before being interrupted by Andrew  again

“Like hell we aren’t!” He hissed

You shrank back; Bobby let you have a small space between the two of you. However, he was still holding your hand “We are not going to kill you…Yet” Bobby corrected

You palled and tears formed in your eyes. You weren't sure if you were supposed to be happy or not with the fact that the place was dark “What!?” You fretted

“Just tell us where the other kids are and we might consider if you live or not” Andrew  maintained

Your breath quickened, and you pulled one of your hands away from Bobby’s grip “I.. I swear I didn't do anything to them. I… I just want to save them…. I used magic so that I could see in this hallway. Please don't kill me” You begged while your tears fell down your face

Bobby took the book from Andrew  “You know those books are dangerous. There is always a prize behind every spell this book does” He tried to calmly explain it to you.

“That’s not what the note says. I am not allowed to use this for personal gain otherwise I would lose people I care” You confess

“(Y/N) How can you not think about this being weird when you receive that kind of message” He scowled

Before you even had the chance to open your mouth, an invisible force thrown the 3 of you apart from each other. You gasped, and your heartbeat quickened, with a long bang your head hit furniture. All dizzy and barely able to stand with your arms falling along your side, a loud high sound in your ears as you tried to focus on your surroundings, yet failed as you passed out. Occasionally coming in and out, every time you did, you had to concentrate which take her almost all her strength each time. Only some images remained in your mind, with Bobby and Andrew fighting the best they could something, you weren't sure what exactly before you fainted for good not able to hold the pain in your head anymore.

You woke up after a few hours with the sound of the two voices bickering over something you barely or didn't care due to a huge headache you had. You tried to listen. However, your head didn't allow you to sneak on them. It needed too much concentration, and you didn't have the strength to do that. You just gave up and sat up in what looked like a bed “Could you keep down so my brain could rest a little” You said not caring whoever it was

“See Bobby Cinderella is awake now,” Andrew  said sarcastically

You massage your temples, trying to make the pain more bearable, of course, it failed as you watched Bobby come to you and sat next to you. “You look like I did something bad,” You told him

“More like several bad things. Princess” Andrew  said

“What my partners mean is, even though you saved our lives. You did put everyone's life in danger” Bobby said

You widened your eyes and shook your head “No. No, I didn’t hurt anyone. I promise” You blurted as tears came down your cheek.

“The spell you use of that book where market each time you used them. Do you even understand what they mean?” He asked

“Some I did,” You said as more tears fell down

“Oh please,” Andrew grumbled, “Listen, those were dangerous. You were sending each of your friends to a demon!” He fumed

“I...I am sorry” You sobbed “I...I didn’t know. I won’t do it again.”

Bobby nodded “Alright, as long as you stop that I am ok with that” He sent a glare to Andrew

Andrew shrugged “Yeah, don’t, or else we will have to kill you.”

You gasped “I promise I won’t,” You said

Andrew grabbed the book “We are taking this with us as insurance” He said putting the book in his bag before walking out of the room

You opened your eyes. You sat up and rubbed your face, trying to forget the nightmare you hadn’t had in months. After a few minutes of calming yourself down, you stood up and made your way toward the bathroom. When you looked in the reflection, you saw a crappy version of yourself, someone you hadn’t been in years. You washed your face with water twice, but it was still the same. You sighed and wondered why it came back. Why now?

As you made your way to the kitchen, the past month came back into your mind. Lucifer was back in town, working at the local bank. Your first meeting with him brought up the fear, the pain, and the blame you put on yourself and tried to suppress so you could forgive yourself. All the hard work you’d done was thrown in the toilet. You sat down at the kitchen table after making yourself a cup of tea. Your mind drifted to the fact that your lawyer was found dead 3 months earlier, around the same time Bobby and Ellen had their car accident.

You had forgotten about it as you’d been too deep in your grief with them being dead and you didn't want to deal with finding a new lawyer on top of everything. But now that Lucifer was free, you would have to deal with the side effects of him being around. Which was why you decided to see the counselor, Dr. Naomi Anderson. She was helping you get through everything once a week. It felt good to talk to someone who didn't know your situation. As for Sam, you didn’t have a lot of time for him. However, you made those moments you shared with him the best, even though it wasn't long, and he was very supportive of your situation.

The thought of Sam made you realize that your friendship was quickly moving to the next level. Even though you’d only been on a few dates, you felt like it could work to be with him. All those elements together was a lot for you, and now you sat down drinking your tea feeling guilty for moving on. Charlie was at a convention outside town, and you wished she was there to cheer you up a bit. She always knew how and now you needed her. You glanced at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall and shook your head. It was 4am. She was undoubtedly asleep right now.

                                                                 *

It was still morning and very early because the streets were deserted as you made your way to the cemetery. You couldn't help remembering the horrible day 3 years ago when everything changed for you and everyone else.

The rain was pouring down hard on the street, making Gabriel stand up from where he’d been down on one knee. “How cliché is this?” He smirked, taking your hand before running toward your house while you giggled. Even if you were cold and wet at that moment, you didn’t care. Once you were in your house, you went to grab a towel, but Gabriel grabbed your arms and pulled you closer to him.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. He loved to tease you like that. “We need towels unless you want to catch a cold?”

“Don’t worry about that. I am a nurse remember? I will take care of you if we reach that bridge later,” he cooed. “So, the cliché outside was fun, but I never got an answer to my question?”

You smiled at him. “Well, I don’t know what the question was, exactly, because of said cliché distracting me,” you teased.

Gabriel sighed. “Girl, you are killing me.”

You giggled. “What’s the matter, Gabe? You don’t like when your fiancée teases you as much as you do?” You winked at him.

He grinned and opened his mouth, but the sound of hands clapping made you both turn toward it. “Well done, brother,” Lucifer mocked, still clapping. “You took my girl, took my house, and now you’re tying it all up in a bow by marrying her!” He glared at Gabriel, his hands dropping.

Gabriel immediately placed you behind him. “What can I say, I have my ways,” he replied and eyed him suspiciously. “To what do I owe the displeasure of your intrusion?”

“Because you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you. I was here to talk. And by the way, I still have a key,” he pointed out, showing it to you.

You frowned, but you weren’t sure if you were supposed to interfere between them. Unconsciously, you stepped forward.

A car horn brought you back to reality with a blast. You stepped back and let the car pass you, your eyes not leaving it until it was out of sight. Turning back, before you was the sign for the cemetery. You’d been so distracted by your memories, you couldn’t have said how you got there. After a few minutes of waiting there for no logical reason, you took a deep breath, then started to walk inside, repeating to yourself like a mantra, ‘You can do this.’

Like it was yesterday, and not three months ago, your feet took you to Bobby’s and Ellen’s graves. You stared at the graves and sighed. You had been going there since they passed away and barely going to Gabriel’s, but this time you needed him. “I’ll be back later,” you whispered while walking away. You didn’t need to walk far before you reached the Shurley tomb, then nervously and slowly pushed the small wrought iron door open.

You walked inside and went straight to his grave, yet when you saw his name written in gold against it, you froze. With your hand shaking, you touched the golden letters while tears formed in your eyes. You tried to hold them back, but you couldn’t. As they fell, you fell, down onto the floor, sobbing as the memory of the worst day of your life came back and overwhelmed you.

Lucifer had just stabbed Gabriel twice. You screamed Gabriel’s name and tried to go toward him, but Lucifer had another idea. He was coming toward you with a deadly look in his eyes. Luckily, Castiel rushed in when he heard you scream and saved you. Cas knocked him out, as you were too paralyzed by fear to move. Even though Cas tried his best to snap you out of it, you were in shock. Gabriel was bleeding out, but he was still conscious. His groans and weak calls for you finally made you snap out it.

After that, although you were well aware of what was happening, everything went so fast that you barely had any chance to react. You were taken to the hospital with Gabriel and went into the emergency room. His last words to you before he was carried away , ‘I love you.’ After waiting for hours with Cas by your side, your family and his arrived one by one until the doctor told you the inevitable. Gabriel died on the operating table, and the doctors couldn’t do much about it.

You wiped your tears away. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here, but I didn’t know who else to talk to,” you whispered weakly. “For some reason, I can’t forget you.”

Sam’s Pov

Sam sighed as he checked his phone for the third time in less than 20 minutes. He was worried about (Y/N). With Lucifer around, Sam knew it would be scary and traumatic for her. Sam sighed. He knew how much Gabriel meant to (Y/N) and he was wondering if he had a place in her heart. They had seen each other a lot lately, making their friendship slowly evolve into what seemed to be a relationship, but did she feel the same?

“Sam? What do you think?” Jo’s voice brought him back from his daydream.

Sam tilted his head. “What? Nobody!” He gasped as he glanced back at Jo and Dean in front of him.

Dean smirked. “About the bar, Sammy. Who were you thinking about? Let me guess…,” he started.

“Guys! This is a serious matter, we are in it, now. We don't have time for distractions!” Jo hissed.

Both boys raised an eyebrow. They were used to her temper and her screaming at other people, but never once had she raised her voices at them until now.

“Listen, Jo. We know this is important for the bar, but you have to understand, we also have other issues outside the bar," Sam said, trying to calm her.

“You probably need some distraction, too," Dean mumbled.

Sam nudged him to try and keep him quiet, but, unfortunately, Jo heard it. She glared at him. “Really? Dean? You are barely able to be faithful for more than 2 weeks! You are just lucky that Lisa wants you in the first place,” Jo blurted out.

Both brothers were taken back by what she had just said to Dean. Sam could see Dean being hurt by her words, knowing well that Lisa and Dean's relationship had recently started to be more stable. “Jo, hold on! We are all frustrated and up--” Sam began.

Jo laughed. “Yeah, apparently I seem to be the only one concerned about the bar. This shouldn’t have happened, Sam! You should have told us sooner!” she pointed out, grabbing a paper from the bank. Before Sam could say something, she stood up. “You two have been distracted, not caring enough about our legacy,” she said, clearly trying to hold back tears.

“Jo, listen, it’s not tr--” Sam tried again.

“It is. Ever since you came back, you only have eyes for (Y/N), just like in high school. She never noticed you back then, why do you think she would now? You’re the boss after all.” With that, she left the office, slamming the door shut behind her.

Sam held his breath, only realizing it when the door slammed. Jo had a temper, and sometimes this could happen. Well, that’s what he was guessing.

“She isn’t wrong, you know. We’ve all been distracted, even if you were the one working here. You’ve only really noticed (Y/N),” Dean said, making Sam turn toward him.

“Dean--” he started.

“Listen, brother, I know you tried to fix things here. But to be honest with you, your focus was (Y/N), and I am guessing she is part of the reason why you stayed here. Although I suspect other means for that, too,” Dean guessed. “Now, I suggest you fix the main problem, because our sister needs you, and you need to focus on her.” He put his jacket on and headed for the door.

Sam opened his mouth, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both turned their head to see (Y/N). “Hey Sam… sorry, do you want me to come back later?” you asked.

Dean rolled his eyes. “No, it’s fine, we are done!” he said before walking out of the office after she stepped aside.

“Is there something wrong?” she wondered.

Sam shook his head. “Everything is fine. Do you need something?”

She nodded, then widened her eyes at the paper. “The bank wants to take the bar! Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, perplexed.

Sam closed his eyes for a few seconds. “It’s complicated, and I didn’t want to worry you more,” he said grabbing the paper.

(Y/N) frowned. “Sam…,” she began.

“Listen, (Y/N) you have a lot on your mind with Lucifer out. You don’t need that at the moment, plus this doesn’t concern you that much.”

She frowned. “Sam, I am here to help you, and this concerns me because... Well, you know how I feel about you, and I hope you feel the same,”.

Sam rubbed his face. “(Y/N)... You know I do, but this isn’t the right time. It’s just not our time yet.”

She widened her eyes. “Right. I’m sorry,” she said, sounding very sad. “Alright. I’m just going to do my job, then.”

Sam felt like he messed up this one. He didn’t want to push her away like that, but his siblings were partially right. He wasn’t 100% focused on the bar. He let her go and, once alone, he sat down in the chair and put his head in his hands, thinking he might have just screwed up things with her.

2 days later

Sam walked into Benny’s diner, where he was supposed to meet Benny. He knew that every year the bar and the diner organized a joint dinner party, and he was lucky that this year the whole thing was hosted by Benny. He would still need help with serving and alcohol, though. It was always prepared like that for anyone who needed to be around other people and couldn't be with their family. And of course, the waitress usually left around 10 PM so they could be home with their family.

Both talked about every detail of the event so they wouldn't miss a thing. They only finished around 7pm, which gave them time to go home and change. Sam was happy that the house was empty for once. Ever since that letter came from the bank, Dean and Jo regularly came to discuss the ‘right thing to do’, and firing some employee was the last thing that he wanted to do.

When Sam was taking a shower, the landline phone rang, but he decided to ignore it instead of running while all wet. However, five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Sam sighed. Lucky him, he was just finishing. He wrapped a towel around his waist and put a T-shirt on before walking down the stairs to open the door.

“Ruby!?” He gasped in surprise.

(Y/N)'s Pov

You were getting ready for the event tonight, and not to enjoy the dinner, but to work. For the first time in 10 years, you weren’t a part of the festivities, but working there. It slightly bothered you, but there was nothing you could do.

You put your uniform on for the night, with Sam on your mind. In fact, he was on your mind all the time, and there was nothing you could do about it. Because he was your boss, things were especially difficult between the two of you. With Jo pressuring him all the time, everything had been just successions of awkward moments and glares coming from her.

“(Y/N)? Are you here?” Charlie called out to you.

You turned your head toward the door and raised an eyebrow before going to check. “Charlie? You’re already home?” you asked, surprised.

Charlie chuckled. “Of course, silly... Wow, girl, your breasts got bigger since last time I saw you. Did you get plastic surgery?” she asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous they are still the same.” You shook your head. “I am sorry I forgot to pick you up from the airport!” You hugged her. “I missed you.”

“A whole month without me and you are helpless,” she joked. “But you do have bigger boobs, sister,” Charlie commented before stepping back.

You shrugged. “Come on, I told you they’re not,” you said. “Sorry I can’t stay, I have to work in 2 hours.”

“What!? Why? You never worked before! What changed? Did something happen between you and Sam? Or is it Jo?” she inquired.

You pressed your lips together while thinking about it for a few seconds. You knew Charlie would keep asking, and even worse, go to talk to Sam and Jo. It was best to just explain the whole situation to her, but maybe avoid telling her about the part where you went to the cemetery and cried like a baby. It wasn’t something she needed to know, especially knowing exactly what she would tell you.

                                                            *

2 hours later

You were going from table to table, taking orders and dropping off food, trying to keep up with the hectic pace. You knew most of the customers, and they were nice to you, with the exception, of course, being Jo. She made sure you had to do all of your work alone, even though the other waitresses were trying to help you out. During the dinner, you noticed Jo talking, or more like flirting, with Cole. After she left, though, you didn’t think more about it. You were more concerned about the girl Sam had brought with him. She was constantly close to him and touching him.

You were hurt, and finally understood why he didn’t want to date. He obviously already had a girlfriend. You sighed, and when you couldn't take it anymore, you went upstairs to the bathroom, hoping to be alone. However, after five minutes alone, someone knocked at the door.

“(Y/N)?” Charlie’s voice called out.

You sighed. “Not now, Charlie.”

“Come on, (Y/N), you can’t just be standing here forever,” she said.

“I can,” you affirmed. “Just, please, don’t make me go back down there.”

Nothing came out of Charlie, but the door was quickly unlocked, and Charlie opened it with a smile. “I knew that those skills would be put to good use,” she said, walking in and pulling you into a hug. “It’s going to be alright,” she whispered.

“I don’t think so. Sam and that girl seem to be well into their relationship,” you softly sobbed.

“Forget about him. He’s dumb if he doesn’t see how beautiful and smart you are.”

“Yeah, the problem is I can’t forget about him.” You shook your head.

Charlie raised both eyebrows. “Why not?”

You didn’t say anything, just grabbed your bag, opened it, and pulled something out.

She widened her eyes. “Holy shit is that….!?”

Tag:  @dr-dean, @helvonasche, @wevegotworktodo, @thorne93, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @faith-in-dean, @roxy-davenport,  @fangirl1802, @percywinchester27,  , @girl-next-door-writes, @kittenofdoomage, @supernatural-jackles, @mysupernaturalfics, @izawrites,  @jelly-beans-and-gstrings , @ariannnawinchester, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, @jensen-jarpad, @secretlyfurrydragon, @thisismexxo,  @wonderfulworldofwinchester, @just-another-busy-fangirl, @aingealcethlenn

A/N: I was inspired by the episode Free to be you and me in season. I found Sam perfect in the job even for an episode, and I like him that way. I had decided to slightly change some part I had written a year ago. With the help of @mrswhozeewhatsis who beta me. 

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Tag: @dr-dean , @helvonasche, @wevegotworktodo, @thorne93, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @faith-in-dean, @roxy-davenport,  @fangirl1802, @percywinchester27,  , @girl-next-door-writes, @kittenofdoomage, @supernatural-jackles, @mysupernaturalfics, @izawrites,  @jelly-beans-and-gstrings , @ariannnawinchester, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, @jensen-jarpad, @secretlyfurrydragon, @thisismexxo,  @wonderfulworldofwinchester, @just-another-busy-fangirl,