Title: After The Dust Clears Part 3
Pairing: Demon!Reader x Team Free Will
Word Count: 1,850
Theme song: 3055 by Olafur Arnalds (Holy moly, I love this song with the end of this fic. Please give a listen, it’s gorgeous.)
A/N: I really liked writing these. I know you guys are into the romance stuff (and I am, too, believe me) but this was a different one for me. :) Hopefully the ending will be left up to your own interpretation.
This was insane; you shouldn’t be sticking around the Winchesters. Not with Ruby dead by Dean’s hand and not when she’d betrayed all three of you and Lucifer walking free now. You should be worrying about yourself, finding somewhere to lay low until everything blew over, just getting the hell out of dodge. Yet, here you sat in the back of a rental car making your way back to the Impala on one of the most uncomfortable car rides you’d ever been on.
Sam was flipping through the radio stations rapidly, all three of you hearing that if a station wasn’t broadcasting about the incident at the convent, they were speaking of omens around the nation. Disease, tremors, it was all happening. You shivered despite yourself in the backseat.
Title: After The Dust Clears Part 2
Pairing: Demon!Reader x Team Free Will
Word Count: 1,947
This was bad. This was very, very bad. You’d let Dean leave the motel without seeing you, broken and bloodied from his fight with Sam, before calling Ruby up. She was pissed at you for disappearing but came and picked you up.
The three of you had tracked down Lilith’s ‘personal chef’, as Ruby was calling her, and now Sam was currently torturing her for information inside some rundown shack in the middle of nowhere. The screaming was brutal, grating on your ears as you watched the demon wearing a nurse’s meat suit writhing on the table. The brutality of it was shocking and you’d seen some things in hell. But Sam Winchester, this gentle boy who Ruby had manipulated into something more akin to a grenade, was holding this demon down without the aid of a devil’s trap. You left the room, not wanting to hear anymore.
After The Dust Clears
Title: After The Dust Clears
Pairing: Demon!reader x Team Free Will
Word Count: 1,490
Request: Would you possibly- for a big fan- be able to write a story on the reader who’s a demon, Ruby’s accomplice- joining the Winchester’s and staying loyal after her betrayal? Possibly first meeting…
Title: Make A Wish
Pairing: Reader x Dean
Word Count: 2,159
Theme Song: Feels Like Home by Chantal Kreviazuk
Request: Hey my birthday is in two days!! An i was wondering if you could write one where the reader is celebrating her birthday with Sam and dean. Could she maybe be dating one of them (it doesn’t matter who. Thank you. I totally understand if you don’t. I’m sure you are busy. I love your blog btw!!! :):):)
A/N: Holy fluff nuggets, this might give you a cavity it’s so sweet. But it’s your birthday so why the heck not? ;) I hope you have a great birthday, anon!!
“Alright, I think I’m heading to bed,” you announced, scooting off of Sam’s bed where you’d been lounging with the boys watching AMC.
“I’ll go with you,” Dean said stretching his arms in front of him.
“You ready for your big day tomorrow?” Sam grinned as he switched the tv off.
“I guess so,” you said hesitantly. “Any idea what this one is planning?” you gestured to Dean.
Paring: Reader x Dean
Word Count: 1,189
Theme Song: Corner by Allie Moss
Request: Hey so I’ve had a rough day and I was wondering if I could get a super duper fluffy imagine where the reader is dating Dean and she’s feeling sad and he’s really adorable and tries to cheer her up with cuddles and movies and whatever else you think :’) thank you so much!
A/N: I hope your day gets better, anon! Hopefully Dean will help. :)
You strode down the hall towards your room wanting nothing more than to lock yourself away for a little while. You slammed the door behind you a bit harder than you meant, rattling the pictures you’d hung on the walls with the force of it. Standing in your room, you wrapped your arms around yourself, huddling in and away from the day you’d had. Fully clothed, shoes on and all, you tore the comforter away from you bed and crawled in, pulling the covers all the way over your head so that you were buried.
A muffled knock came to your door.
“What?” you yelled irritably. You heard the door squeak as it opened a few inches.
“You ok?” you heard Dean’s gruff voice ask.