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Sam's heart beat rapidly as he continued struggling against the ropes. He flipped his hair out of his eyes as Benjamin continued, "I told you that I wanted Jack... and I intend to get him." "That's never going to happen!" Sam argued. Benjamin shrugged. "We shall see." He glanced down at a watch on his wrist. "In about two minutes, you're going to pass out and forget all about this conversation happening. In about twelve hours, you're going to start to feel the affects of the poison kick in." Sam's eyes widened at Benjamin's words as fear arose. "But you won't know what is happening," Benjamin went on. "After twenty-two hours, you will fall ill, in which, you--or rather-- your brother, will have two hours remaining to bring me Jack." He paused. "Or else you die." Sam cleared his throat. "And how is he supposed to do that if I don't even remember I've been poisoned?" Benjamin shot a finger into the air. "Ah, yes! I almost forgot. When you reach twenty-two hours, you will start to remember our meeting. Only by then, you will be too sick to do anything about it." As Sam stared at Benjamin, his head began to feel heavy as his vision blurred. His eyelids slowly began to close as his head bobbed. "Tick-tock," came Benjamin's distant voice. "Your timer has started." DISCLAIMER: I don't own the supernatural characters! Just the game mentioned and a few characters!

Dean and Sam ask Bobby for his help on a hunt, but who they find at the house as them both surprised. New account, since �������� decided to delete my old account. If you like my stories, check out my reading lists. All stories are separated by fandom. Hope you enjoy them. :)

"What? Are you gonna tell me that Sam is alive?" She asks. "Yes." Dean sighs. "Sam is alive." "He's back?" Elena says. "I don't want to see him." Dean looks taken back. "What do you mean you don't want to see him?" He asks. "Do you know how long it took for me to get over him?" Elena asks. "I had to see a therapist, Dean. A therapist." "You don't think I was shocked when I found out?" Dean asks. "I'm just as shocked as you are." Elena straightens up. "How long has he been back?" She asks. "A year?" "A year?" Elena repeats. "And he never came back to get me. Wow." She says lamely. "He thought he was protecting you." Dean says. Elena looks angry. "He could've picked up the phone and called me!" She yells. "Don't shoot the messenger, I found out not too long ago." Dean says. "That's why I need you to come with me so you can both-" "I'm not going." Elena says. "What do you mean you're not going?" Dean asks. "Yes you are." "I spent literally half of my time here trying to get over him dying." Elena says. "I can't look him in the eye." "So you're not coming." "I'm sorry Dean." Elena says. "But it was really good to see you." » It's been a year since Sam risked his life and fell into the pit with Lucifer. All Elena wanted to do was give up. Dean had moved in with Lisa and seemed to be happy. Left with no other option, Elena decides to track him down. Just when things were finally getting right, Sam is back, but he's different. He's ruthless and appears to have no feelings for Elena anymore. Well that's because he has no soul. Literally. The only way to save him is to build a wall in his mind and restore his memories. But that might not be such a good idea. [Supernatural Season 6] all rights go to Eric Kripke & Robert Singer; I do not own Elena or any other Vampire Diaries characters, just the storylines

"Let's just get out of here and we'll figure something out" as soon as Sam said that we were transferred to the throne room where Crowley was. "Leaving so soon?" He asked. Rowena was standing beside him and a bunch of demons on each side of the room. "Well this is a nice change of scenery" i said. "It's hell" said Sam. "I was being sarcastic" I whispered to him. "You think you have a choice,and that's sweet and all,but it's time you take the knife and do what you were destined to do" said Crowley and offered me the knife that was on his hand. I started walking towards him when someone grabbed my arm. I turned and saw Dean with pleading eyes and said "Please,you don't have to do this". "As a matter of fact she does" said Crowley. I pulled my arm from Dean's grip and walked towards Crowley taking the knife on my hand. Rowena handed me a large rusty bowl and i placed it on the floor. "I'm way too sober for this" I mumbled to myself. "Why are you glaring at me?" asked Crowley and i turned to see who he was referring to. "I'm hoping you'll spontaneously combust" answered Sam. "I'm going to need chicken blood, salt, five candles and a bottle of vodka" said Crowley to a random demon. "Vodka? For the spell?" asked Rowena confused. "No,that's for me. It's just to make me feel better about ripping a whole in the universe" i answered ironically looking at her. Credits for the cover pic of my book go to @gomezmanip on instagram. Please follow her.

"What the hell? What are you?" you demanded, gun drawn. "Jack. Who are you?" the young man asked, holding his hand out. "Sam! Dean!" You yelled for your brothers, your voice full of fear. "Oh, crap... okay, we can explain." Sam said out of breath. And boy did they explain... Three months later... let's just say things have gotten... complicated. A/N: this story has 21 parts. Chapters 22 & 23 are notes from me! 22 is a thank you, and 23 has information about a possible sequel.💕

You woke up in blood. You've done it before but this time is different. Demons are lined up outside your door and the only thing keeping them out is the salt line so you decide to call in help. Sam and Dean Winchester. They come to the rescue just in time but things get complicated when they insist on keeping you safe and you're scared they'll find out the real you. So you leave them in the middle of the night and their hunt for you begins. They find you and kidnap you. You have to convince them not to kill you which may be easier than you think because Sam likes you. (The point of view switches throughout from first person to third person)

At the end of yet another successful hunt, Sam and Dean Winchester are gifted a very unexpected call for help from their beloved angel, Castiel. The job? Protecting a sketchy, wanted, highly trained, hunter on the run for their life. His instruction? "Keep them safe, and alive. No matter what the cost." Soon enough, the boys begin to unravel all the secrets, and lies. And everyone is forced to face the truth. After the acceptance settles in, a romance flourishes. But what arises after is a much larger truth. The WHOLE truth. If the boys are going to protect their new friend, and keep their word to Castiel... It would mean starting a war. • BOOK ONE / (A SPN Fan Fiction) • #1 in vanhelsing from 10/27/2020 to 2/15/2021 #1 in SPNfanfiction from 7/16/2022 to 7/22/2022 #1 in savingpeoplehuntingthings on 9/12/2022 #3 in spnfandom on 9/10/2022 to 9/15/2022 #1 in savingpeoplehuntingthings on 7/9/2024 to 7/10/2024 #2 in samanddean on 7/9/2024 to 7/11/2025 ***DISCLAIMER*** I do not own the characters created by the television show Supernatural, and other copyrighted characters -- only the ones I create myself. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Mature content, violence, demons and spiritual/horror creatures, death, genocide, substance abuse, mental illnesses & personality disorder undertones, mature language, mentions of child neglect, mentions of psychological fear, use of combat & weapons, and very mature sexual content. (18+)

"Dean, please..." I stand frozen, staring at the man I love. His legs stride toward me, closing our distance in seconds. He hovers over my petite figure, his intimidation only making me feel smaller. "This isn't you." "THIS IS THE NEW ME!" He shouts before grabbing my hair and pulling me close. "The old, weak, pathetic, scared little boy you knew is long gone. It's only me, and I'm not going anywhere..." I watch as he flashes his black, demonic eyes. My hands fly up to his entangled one in my hair. I yank at it, struggling to be set free. Anger and lust take over his once expressionless face. His sharp gaze travels down to my shirt. Nodding at it, he says, "Take it off." My eyes widened, shocked by the words that came out of his mouth. I part my lips to say no, but nothing comes out. His unoccupied hand roughly grips my chin, forcing me to look into his dark green eyes. His thumb firmly drags across my bottom lip as he licks his own. My heart pounds louder as I desperately try to escape his grasp, knowing the sinful act he's planning to commit against me. "Do it!" He yells, his voice resonating off the walls to make it seem louder, driving me to jump uncontrollably. His gaze rakes over my face, taking notice of my fear. A slow and sinister smile spreads across his lips. A sick feeling descends into the pit of my stomach, knowing my fear is pleasing him. I swallow hard when I hear him calmly but sternly say, "Or I'll do it for you." {All Supernatural's characters and it's storylines belong to Kripke. Anything/anyone that strays from what happens in the show is my own inserted fiction.} Started: May 23, 2023 Published: December 18, 2023 Finished: TBA

Y/N L/N had been a monster her entire life. Both her parents had been and had raised her on a strict diet of anything that wasn't human. Now, her parents were gone, leaving her to fend for herself. At twenty-four years old, she was already acutely aware of the danger of hunters. But when a flirtatious Winchester and his bookish younger brother step into her life, she can't help but be swept into their schemes. --- "For a hunter, you're pretty charismatic." "For a monster, you're pretty human." --- "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got you cherry," he spoke with a hesitant chuckle. I beamed down at the little boxed pie nestled between my hands. "I like cherries," I answered and grinned up at Dean, who breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Good." --- "Promise me you won't get hurt." He paused for a moment, green eyes on mine as his mind raced to catch up. "I can't promise I won't get hurt. But I can promise I won't do anything stupid." "Good enough for me." Please note that none of the chapters are edited, unless it says so at the end of the chapter in bold. That being said, I'm sure there are plenty of typos throughout the story, and I will fix them eventually. Highest rankings: #9 in 'monster' (1/12/23) #2 in 'supernatural' (7/19/21) #1 in 'spn' (6/29/22) #2 in 'dean' (09/22/23) #1 in 'winchester' (4/29/21) #1 in 'deanwinchester' (5/4/21) #4 in 'deanwinchesterxreader' (4/28/21) #1 in 'supernaturalxreader' (3/20/21) #1 in 'spnxreader' (3/22/21) #1 in 'winchesterxreader' (09/22/23)

He was so, so close, dangerously so. I couldn't bring myself to pull back, to break eye contact. I was entranced by him. He kept me there, locked in his intense gaze. His eyes burned with something I hadn't seen ever before. Or maybe I just hadn't noticed. "Penny for your thoughts, Si?" Dean's breath fanned my face, making me pull in a breath of my own. I needed to step back before I couldn't control myself. You. But I wouldn't tell him that. I couldn't. For one, his ego did not need it. Two, I was scared. I was terrified that this would go too far and it wouldn't work out. "Wouldn't you like to know?" The words slip past my lips faster than I can stop them. That seemed to happen around him. I couldn't control the things I say or do. Normally, I had the best self-control a person could hope for. But Dean...he was able to rip that to pieces with just one look, one word. Dean chuckles and my body warmed at the sound. He stepped closer. His body brushed mine now and I couldn't breathe. But the burn in my lungs felt nice. Dean looked at me for a few moments. I could see the wheels turning in his head. What was he thinking about? I desperately wanted to know. "Screw it." He muttered before leaning down and kissing me. ___ Saige Dawson was a longtime friend of the Winchesters, the eldest brother especially despite the fact she was two years younger than him. She'd always had a tiny crush on him, not that'd she's admit it. And definitely not to him. John would bring his sons to her father's farm where they'd spend a week or two every once in a while. Saige had grown up hunting and with the Winchesters. She'd opened up to Dean, shared all her secrets and spilled her entire life story. He did the same. So one day when he stops by for a visit and tells her that John was missing, Saige had to help. John was like a second father figure for her. She couldn't just leave him hanging. And she couldn't leave Dean hanging either. He needed her help. So she would help.