A girl in love with Sam Winchester sells her soul to save his life. Later she returns as Crowley's Queen, and chaos reigns as Sam and Dean try to save her.

Saving people, hunting things, the family business. It's always been like that when you moved in with the Winchesters. You never got a break. But now, John is missing and it's up to you, Sam, and Dean to save him. What will you find on the way? (I am rewriting the series of Supernatural as if the reader were in Sam and Dean's lives. This is a Dean Winchester x Reader fanfiction)

You woke up, surrounded by everything you wished was real. There it was, a normal, apple pie life, and you were living it with Sam. You couldn't believe your luck, but something seemed off.

Goodbyes take a lot of courage but what takes even more is the hello that comes back to you. You crossed paths with Sam Winchester before, and as fate would have it, you did one again. Perhaps there are no soul mates, perhaps love isn't written in the stars or planned by the fate, but we risk it all again anyway because you know that when a human connection is precious and rare, is always worth the risk.

You were hunting a witch, when she puts an invisibility spell on you. Now you are trying to show Sam and Dean you are okay, while stopping the witch from hurting anyone else.

Who doesn't love Sam?

I've seen a lot of Destiel stories and most of them aren't as satisfying as I wanted! Not enough romance, or there was bad writing. So I figured I'd write one. In this story, Dean and Castiel are high school students. Castiel is new, and Dean notices him immediately. Feelings form, and eventually the temptation is too much. I encourage you to read this, even if the description doesn't sound as appealing as the story actually is:)

Dean was only eighteen years old when his father died, leaving him with just his two-year-old brother and the house which he had grown up in.

Haphephobia is a rare but often devastating phobia. It's the fear of being touched. Imagine the second someone touches you without warning you immediately cringe and vigorously rub that area until you can no longer feel it. You just want to roll into a ball and cry. People see you as a psychopath, a freak because you are different. What they don't know is why you have this fear. How it had come on. That was something no one knew, you just wanted to forget. It's not easy and it never has been. How can someone fight a fear they've had for twenty years? You simply can't. Do not read if you're sensitive to the topics of abuse, rape, death, or self harm.