Tag: winchesters x reader

In My Dreams (1)

My life was the definition of normal. Same weekly routine, over and over again. But it was all torn apart by one man in my dreams. Of course, the supernatural never deterred me before this, so what could go wrong?

Word Count: 438 words

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Silence fell over the parking lot. Only the repetitive sounds of your footsteps on the damp ground could be heard. The scent of freshly poured rain filled your nose and made each breath of yours shakier.

You saw it; you saw him.

Light from a street lamp shone down, casting a golden, angelic glow around his form.

It was the same every night. The caramel haired man with a green jacket and jeans always stood there. He would remain motionless, staring off into space until his eyes locked onto you. In a moment, he would appear in front of you. He grabbed your arm firmly, sending a dead shiver down your spine. The iciness of his touch was alarming. Almost like that of a deceased corpse.

His mouth opened to speak words, but nothing came out. His eyes were wide, his mouth moved quickly; he seemed desperate.

“Do you need help?”

Of course he needed help; he always did. The attachment you felt with this man was great, but before the dreams, you had never seen him before.

He nodded fervently. His hand left your arm and he began pointing to the ground. Clues like this had never helped before but you needed to help him.

“The pavement?”

No, he shook his head.

“Under the pavement?”

Closer.

“Are you a ghost?”

You had never felt fear around him, as it was only a dream, and you never felt the need to. Even you knew that dreams weren’t as safe as they seemed, yet you trusted him.

The man shook his head, though you knew he wasn’t exactly human. You could tell when things were… supernatural.

He seemed like a powerful person, but broken down to nothing. And you were a simple girl, dreaming of a man you’d never met before like a crazy person.

“I’m sorry, I want to help.”

He understood, as always. One-way communication was too difficult to master in the short time you two had been meeting. It was roughly around a month ago that this started happening.

You felt the parking lot around you start to fade into a bright white light, and you knew it was time to wake up.

“I’ll be back. I promise, I’ll help you as best as I can.”

You felt reality tear you away. Suddenly, with a burst of energy, the man grabbed your hand and it began to burn. His eyes, filled with sorrow, were seared into your head as you woke up.

The pain in your palm wasn’t just in the dream. Your eyes darted to the flesh that now stung with bright-red carved words.

Winchester.

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Sin or Virtue

Hi! I wish you would write a fic where the reader is an immortal being who befriends and protects the Winchesters…even going toe to toe with Billie the reaper at one point.

Requested by anonymous

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If archangels couldn’t be killed and had no celestial powers, they’d be the equivalent of you.

That’s right, an immortal-being.

You’d been around since God first created humans, and you would be until the end of humans. Adam and Eve were always said to be the first, but religion got that wrong.

You were the first human made.

Your lifespan was eternal and God couldn’t have all humans like that, not with the size of Earth and the ability to reproduce. So he perfected his formula based on the first mistake he made.

You became close friends with the angels, and archangels especially. They took you under their actual wings even though you lacked them.

Life was perfect for the angels, humans, and you. But God didn’t think so.

Soon after God created humans, he created monsters.

At that time, you had left the safety of your angelic friends to live a normal life, but instead found yourself facing the dangers of God’s newest creations.

For a while, the creatures wreaked havoc on humanity.

As the first monsters roamed the planet all those years ago, you knew what you had to do.

You became the first hunter.

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It felt like millenia ago, those times, which they probably were. You never kept track anymore. Time moved by quickly for you, and your immortailty only brought pain.

Many reapers tried for your life, and many demons tried for your soul.

None succeeded.

You invented the art of hunting. You kept lists of new hunters and even aided them, although they had no idea who they were working with.

That was the rule you lived by; help them, but don’t get close enough for them to learn who you are.

That rule certainly changed once you met the Winchesters. You never thought you’d get attached.

If you heard yourself say that now, you’d laugh in your own face.

Sam and Dean became your friends, almost brothers to you. You lived under their roof without any complications.

That was until Castiel showed up.

Of course you knew him. You always used to mess with him, aided by Gabriel, up in Heaven.

But now he was here. And your secret was soon to be out. What would the boys think?