This is my first creepypasta story so I hope you little Bolts enjoy ^^ ~~~ What would you do if a man came into your house and offered you a job as a killer? Would you go with him, fall in love with him, and sacrifice everything to keep him? Or would you knee him where the sun don't shine and call the cops? *May include slight lemons*

Overwatch has decided that killing such...talented fighters would be a waste, and so they have some new recruits to take care of. This means that someone has to be assigned to each criminal to keep an eye on them. And, of course, lucky you gets stuck with the crazy junkers: Junkrat and his huge body guard, Roadhog. Wonderful. NOTE: This is a male reader insert fanfic that takes place in the world of Overwatch. All characters and ideas are copyright to Blizzard Entertainment, and I do not claim any of their work as my own. This writing is purely for fun and not for monetary gain of any kind. Cover art from the Overwatch wiki by Gamepedia. THIS FANFIC IS COMPLETE! Thank you for reading!

Cas, Dean, and Sam have been hunting together and splitting off to take smaller jobs. The story starts with the three of them on three separate hunts. Cas is human and wounded. He shows up at Dean's motel in need of help. What proceeds is the two of them meeting up with Sam and going on an involved hunt, over the course of which Dean and Cas slowly figure out their feelings for each other. Lots of awkwardness (in a good way), some mild angst, comfort, and eventually fluff and smut.

You had just started your first Youtube channel, a channel about getting kids to eat. Your real job was a nanny, but you had always wanted something more. Deciding to start a video blog featuring you and the kids you babysat, you were surprised when an actor by the name of Misha Collins commented on your first video. It was during these conversations you grew close, incredibly close. P.S. This is set in alternate reality of sorts, where Misha's wife is dead. I just wanted to say I have nothing against her, at all.