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jasmines-library · 3 months

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Hiii!! Firstly, I love your writing and I hope you’re having a great day!! I was hoping to request a Winchester sibling fic where the reader is really comforted by physical touch but is really observant and receptive to the fact their brothers are emotionally constipated and touch starved so the reader has never really asked for it but then one day either just a bad day or bad hunt and the reader just asks the boys to hold them or one of them to sit in the back of the Impala with them? Thank you so so much and I hope you have a lovely day!! 🫶

So close, yet too far.

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Summary: You just really need a hug.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Touch Starved, character death mentioned, swearing

p.s. Sorry for the long wait! I've got exams at the moment so they're taking up a lot of my time.

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Life as a hunter was never still. You were constantly moving. Constantly looking over your shoulder. Constantly chasing what could be your last day on earth. And you wouldn’t ever have said you regretted it. No. In fact, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Hunting creatures and saving the world? It was all You couldn’t have imagined a better life…

But sometimes you found yourself wanting life to just slow down for a minute. It was so hectic and you just needed a breath. A hug. With such a busy life, there was no time for just spending quality time with your brothers. Or anyone for that matter. It was an endless cycle: Wake up. Research. Hunt. Drive. Sleep. There was no time for sitting on the couch and watching cheesy movies together. Nor was there any time for curling up together like you used to do when you were smaller. You found yourself yearning for it. For a hug or simply just a gentle arm around your shoulder. It used to bring you so much comfort. But times were tough with all that had happened recently. The three of you were even more on edge than ever before.

Your brothers had always told you that you could ask them for anything. That you could tell them whatever you wanted… but this wasn’t just something you could ask them for. You had seen how they often shunned away from touch. From relationships. Having seen so much pain and having lost so many people…they struggled to allow themselves to let their guard down enough to enjoy a tender moment. Even with you. So no matter how much you yearned for it you could never bring yourself to push the want from your mind and into words.

So when the hunt went worse than you could have imagined you kept quiet.

Dean’s hand was right there; peeking out from the hem of his flannel. His fingers were bloody and calloused, scarred and covered in small cuts and yet his touch was still tender. You felt your own fingers itch to reach out and lace them between his. You wanted for him or Sam to wrap you up in their arms and hold you close. To squeeze your hand. Or a shoulder. But you knew that they had much more pressing matters to deal with that overshadowed “needy little sister”.

You trailed behind them, dragging your feet ever so slightly to kick up the dirt and leave trails between the orange leaves. You did not look up at your brothers because you knew you would see Dean's set jaw and Sam’s pinched eyebrows as they too mourned the hunt.

A small boy had been caught by a shtriga. He had been no older than 5 or 6 with these big, blue eyes that got impossibly wider as the creature stalked toward him. And his scream…it pierced through the air like a beam of light: clear as day yet providing no clarity. No safety like light should bring. Instead it was cold and filled with a gripping terror.

The three of you had been too slow. No matter how hard you dragged your stubborn limbs you couldn’t get to him fast enough. So now you trudged along in silence.

The sight of Baby did not, in fact, provide you with the relief you thought it would. Instead the gleaming of the bonnet against the moonlight just made your stomach churn. You knew that you would all try to bury the memory in a box, deep in the back of your mind. But it was never that easy. They tried hard, but you would hear them late at night. Dean hardly slept as he tried to drink his troubles away and Sam barely left his room. And then there was you who lay awake staring blankly at the ceiling as you wept softly, wrapping your arms around yourself to curl up in a ball. It didn’t bring the same comfort as theirs did, like it had done when you were small and naive when you crawled into their bed after a nightmare. When things weren’t so fucking complicated.

Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you reached for the metal handle. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t sit in silence to be left with your own thoughts. You couldn’t be alone. Not right now.

“Sammy…” Your voice was quiet. Hushed. Barely a whisper pushed out on cracked lips that trembled.

Sam paused, his hand halfway between where he had been picking at the hem of his jeans and the handle of the passenger door. He lifted his head, humming softly in acknowledgement.

“Sit with me… Please.”

“Of course.” His face melted and he moved in one swift movement.

He slid in the backseat, leaning against the door frame and stretching out across the seats. He pulled you in to lean against his side, wrapping his arms around you. You lay your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side. And began to weep.

“Kiddo?” Sam asked gently. “What’s up?” His hands traced small circles on your arm.

Dean reached over the back of the seat with a concerned look, though part of it could be easily mistaken for fear. “It’s not your fault, Sweetheart-” He started.

“Just…hold me. Please.” You clung onto Sam, your other hand reaching out to settle atop of Dean’s. Their touch was comforting, yet you couldn’t help the wavering as you wept. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

And so they did. Sam nestled you further into his side, tucking your head beneath his chin and Dean clambered out of his seat to join the two of you in the back. He settled down on your other side, sandwiching you between the two of you. And they held you. They ran their fingers through your hair, held your hand and spoke to you. They held you tight and the three of you stayed close together, with no intention of moving any time soon.

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specialagentlokitty · 5 years

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Spencer Reid x reader x SPN - This world

I’m sorry if I’m bothering u but could u write a crossover one shot where spencer Reid and the cm team meet reader and supernatural team? I’m sorry if I bother u, u don’t have to write it Thank you -Dr lizard ❤️

You walked into the vampire nest, waving your sword around as you carefully stepped.

“Dean go left, same right, Cas downstairs I’ll take upstairs.”

No one argued and they went on their way. You carefully walked up the stairs, tense and ready to swing. But after checking all the room you realised it was deserted, as you came across the final door you opened it and quickly swathed your weapon.

“THERES SOMEONE UP HERE!” You yelled, followed by pounding footsteps.

You rushed over to him and brushed his messy brown hair from his dirty face. Checking his pulse you sighed and started to looking him over for injuries before patting his cheek.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

You got a groan but no other response. Sighing, you turned around and waited, leaning the strangers head in your lap just as the boys game running in.

“I can’t find anything but he seems to be in pain and won’t wake up. We should take him back with us.”

“(Y/N) we can’t-“ “what if they come after him again? We know this isn’t all there was of the horde.”

Sam glanced at dean and Cas nodded.

“Allow me to take them back to the bunker. We’ll watch him.”

Dean sighed and ran a hand down his face with a deafted expression. He knew you weren’t going let just leave the man at a hospital until you knew personally that he was okay.

“Fine, just keep an eye on him. He can’t leave until we get back.”

You nodded, Cas slung the man over his shoulder and grabbed your hand before flying you out of there.

You instructed Cas to put the man in your bed and fetch some water and a cloth so you could clean him up a bit.

“(Y/N), who is that?” Jack asked walking in with some of Sam and Deans clothes.

“I’m not sure Jack, he was in a vampires nest. But he won’t wake up, I think they may have drugged him so we’ll care for him and watch him till the boys get back.”

Jack nodded and walked a little closer with curiosity in his eyes.

“Do you think you can change him? I can’t do it.”

Jack nodded againa and you left, closing the door behind you. Waiting a few minutes before jack walked out with the fitting clothing.

“There was some things in his pockets, I left them by your bed.” He smiled.

“Thanks jack.”

Heading in, you picked up the things. A phone which appreared to be dead. Some care keys. A few bits of random paper. A wallet and what looked to be a badge. You opened and froze.

“Oh shit...”

“What is it?” Cas asked coming back in.

“He’s FBI Dr Spencer Reid.”

“I wonder what he’s doing all the way out here.” Cas mused as he watched you begin to clean Spencer’s face.

After about half an hour you nodded and left the bucket in the room as you sat down with your laptop to do some research. Though before you could do anything Spencer shot up with a wild look.

“Woah there, calm yourself and lay down.”

“Who are you? Where am I? Where’s my team?”

Sighing you got up and gently pushed him back down on the bed, pressing your hand to his head to make sure he wasn’t sick.

“One question at a time okay?”

He nodded and sat up a little against the headboard.

“Okay, why are you?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“Where am I (Y/N)?”

“My home, we brought you here not long ago.”

“We?”

“Yeah, there’s more of us. Three here right now and two more else where.”

He nodded and looked around, that’s when you heard his stomach rumble. Laughing slightly, you stood back.

“Can you walk?”

Spencer swung his legs over the bed and stood up, he seemed a bit shaken but could walk perfectly fine so you led him through to the kitchen. You quickly made him a sandwich, placed a glass of water on the table and sat down.

“Thanks, Hey, What were those things?”

“That took you? They were Vampires.”

“Vampires?” He nearly yelled.

“Yes, they are nasty creatures but they’ll be gone soon enough.”

“That’s what you were doing when you found me? Killing them.”

“Yup, the family business.” You grinned.

Spencer smiled lightly and finished his food just as the door to the bunker slammed shut.

“(Y/N)!?”

“Sam? What’s wrong?!”

Instantly you were in the hall to see him carrying a bloodied Dean. You cursed and ran into the kitchen, grabbing some thing then sprinting towards Deans room, completely forgetting about Spencer who decided to follow you.

“He’ll need stitches.” Spencer called from the door.

“Thanks Spencer.” You smiled.

Quickly you and Sam got to work, and nearly an hour passed before you were done.

“Will he be okay?”

“He should be.”

“You’re a Winchester aren’t you?”

“What gave it away.” You chuckled.

“I had my suspicions, I read up on your brothers files and you matched their sisters description.”

You took his arm and led him down the hall.

“Look, I can get you back home okay? Just.. don’t tell anyone where we are Spencer, please. There are things out there the world isn’t ready to handle, so people like us do.”

Spencer shook his head and looked you dead in the eye. You had to admit he was pretty good looking.

“You saved me, I won’t say anything. Can you get me back home by tomorrow?”

“I can, just pack your things and I can take you wherever you want to go.”

Spencer ran off and quickly gathered his belongings before running back to you and now Cas.

“This is Cas, he can help you. And here’s my number just in case.”

“Thanks (Y/N), can you take me to Quantico?” He asked Cas.

“Certainly, please close your eyes and hold onto me.”

Spencer nodded and you watched as the disappeared. You were slightly sad about him leaving but it was for the best, Spencer didn’t belong in your world, but who knows, perhaps you’d see him again

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Supernatural: @clockworkmorningglory @emiwrites3reads @darth-dorle

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specialagentlokitty · 5 years

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Winchester’s x reader - For you

Hi could you please write something for being the Winchester's little sister and having a sleeping disorder and the boys helping you sleep?💕 - Anon❤️

Laying in bed, your stared at the ceiling above you. The darkness felt hostile, cold. Instead of warm and welcoming like it should be when you sleep.

Everything was silent and if you listened close enough you could hear the sounds of rain hitting the top of the bunker. It made you smile.

Sitting up, you pulled on your boots and walked over to your jacket before pulling it on and silently heading out of the room. As far as you knew the boys were still sleeping, but the voices in the library proved you wrong.

“Shut up dean, Bruce is the best avenger.”

You held back a snicker as you listened to their conversation.

“Tony Stark is better! He’s rich and has amazing cars and a flying suit! Does Bruce have that? No.”

Rolling your eyes, you stepped into the entrance of the library and shook your head.

“If you must know, Clint Barton is the best avenger.”

The boys jumped and Dean let out a little scream. When their eyes landed on you the looked at each other then back at you. Sam stood up and walked off, offering you an eyebrow raise.

“Going somewhere?” He asked.

“For a walk.” You shrugged.

“In this weather?” dean stood up.

“I like the rain.” You huffed.

Dean walked over and they both looked at you for a second before their faces softened. Sam places a hand on your shoulder as he offered you a warm smile.

“I though we had passed this? You were getting better.”

“Sometimes life takes unexpected turns and things you thought were gone come back.”

Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed his coat before pulling it on. Sam doing the same as the both stood there with large smiles on their faces. Now it was your turn to be confused, you watched as they headed up to the bunker door.

“You coming?”

“Y..yeah!”

Running up the steps, you fell into line with them as the three of you stepped outside into the pouring rain. Immediately you felt more relaxed as you stood there, Sam and Dean both slung their arms around your shoulder.

Everything was silent besides the sounds of the forest and the rain.

“You didn’t need to come out with me...” you mumbled.

“Of course we did.” Dean chuckled.

“If you can’t sleep then we’ll do everything we can to help. Even if it means standing with you in the rain.”

You looked at them both before looking at the ground with a smile. Leaning into dean as you held onto Sams hand.

“Thanks guys..” you muttered.

“Anytime kiddo.” Dean kissed your head.

Another small silence passed before Dean started to hum a tune.

“Is that AC/DC?” You grinned.

Dean didn’t say anything but carried on with his humming, and not long after Sam was running his hand over your wet hair.

The combination of the two made you relax even more as your eyes begun to close. You snuggled closer into Dean, the pair shared a look and Sam picked you up to find you successfully asleep.

“We’ll head to town for her tomorrow.”

“And cold medicine.” Sam chuckled.

But as they both looked at you now peacefully asleep they couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming urge to protect you, even if it meant helping you sleep

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All: @sitkafay @havlindzk @drakelover78 @sammysgirl1997 @mp0625

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specialagentlokitty · 6 years

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Winchester’s x Teen! Reader - Homework

Ok but this is a weird one but someone mentioned something like this to me the other day and I can’t get it out of my head: Teen!winchester sister!reader is at school and forgets their math homework and rather than deal with the teacher, jumps out the window (like 2stories) And gets hurt? Anyway this was weird,I’m weird, you don’t have to write this if you don’t wanna, anyway love ya, c u - @broken-minds-smiling-faces

Key: (F/N) = friends name

You had woken up late, nearly two hours late. Scrambling for a shower and getting ready you grabbed the keys to your car. It was old but it was good, skidding our into the garage you sped away.

Shit... shit... shit... what class was it?! English! English and Math!

You ran down the halls ignoring the snickering from a few students that passed you. You weren’t popular but you weren’t picked on either.

“Your late!” Hissed your friend.

“I know! I know! I’m sorry (F/N)!”

Your friend rolled their eyes and you and laughed a little before slipping you the up to date class work, quickly scribbling down you followed along as if you weren’t late. Or so you hoped...

“Oh! And miss Winchester? Next time you try slip into my class without me knowing trying using the window.”

Everyone burst out laughing and you groaned, slamming your head on the table.

“Come on you idiot we have math.”

“Yeah yeah...” you grumbled.

Weaving in and out of crowds in the hall you both made it successfully to the math hall way.

“Alright in you go!” Mr James yelled.

He was stubborn and mean.

Everyone sitting down in a seat you started writing on the board then turned around.

“Get your homework out please.”

Your eyes widened. He walked around collecting people’s work, stopping at your desk.

“Winchester?”

“Oh shit...”

“Excuse me?”

Looking around frantically, the open window caught your eye. Looking slowly back at the teach then the window.

“Fuck this!”

Grabbing your bag you chucked it out the window before hopping over the ledge, forgetting that unfortunately you were on the second floor. Hitting the ground in front of some students with a thud, you let it a moan in pain.

Jumping up, grabbing the bag and clutching your left arm you headed to the car park.

The drive to the hospital was slightly agonising, but parking up you walked into the emergency room.

“Can I help you?” The receptionist asked.

“I uh yeah.. I think I broke my arm or something.”. You smiled.

She rose an eye brow but booked you in and sent you for an X-ray immediately. While waiting for a response you texted your friend, Sam and Dean.

“Okay miss it seem like you’ve broken a bone near your shoulder. It’ll be a bit harder to put a cast on it but it should heal rather fast.”

You nodded along and jumped when the room doors opened.

“Hehe hi sammy hi dean...”

“What the hell happened?!” Dean panicked.

“I Uhm.. jumped out of the second story window...”

They both froze and sighed. Dean ran a hand down his face.

“And why do tell, would you do that?!” Sam raged.

“I forgot my homework?”

Sam looked mad but Dean just looked entertained now.

“What the heck (Y/N)! You didn’t have to jump out the window!”

“Leave her be Sam, our baby sister is growing up.”

Dean sniffed pretending to cry. Giggling you smiled at him and Sam.

Sighing in defeat realising that he wasn’t going to win Sam sat down with you. All silent while the doctor put on your cast.

“You could have used the door...”

“Oh stop crying your not the one with the cast Sam.”

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

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