That's all I've been doing. Running, hiding, hunting. I am a shape-shifter. Not the ones that impersonate people and kill others. I turn into a dog. A skinwalker, as hunters would call me. I hunt demons, werewolves, ghosts, and anything that goes bump in the night. Who am I, you ask. I guess you'll just have to find out.

#1 WaywardSon (April 2019 & September 2019) #1 SpnXReader 🧂 (March 2019) #1 WaywardSon (March 2019) #1 in DEANXREADER! 🖤 (August 2018) #1 in IMPALA 🙌🏻 (February 2019) You're tangled up in some business with the Winchesters, thanks to Dean's split-second decision to slay Death himself in the Season 10 finale. Can the boys save you from the fate they set in motion, or is it you who saves them? [Reader Insert] He pushes his chair back and stands up, holding out his hand. 'C'mon. Dance with me.' 'I can't dance,' you protest, but Dean doesn't take no for an answer when it comes to music. He pulls your chair out and leads you up. 'Yes, you can.' 'Wait,' you say, reaching back to set your glass down. When he whips you back into his arms, your heart flutters. He smells like whiskey and clean cotton laundry soap and sweat, and for some reason, it's nearly as intoxicating as the drink. He sings in your ear as you sway back and forth in his arms like middle school kids at the spring formal. The song finally ends, and just as you start to pull away, he tightens his embrace when the plucky metallic twangs of Wonderful Tonight start floating toward the ceiling. 'No, no. We're not done yet.' **OCCASIONAL STRONG LANGUAGE** *I do not own any of the CW Supernatural TV show characters or the photos/videos added for the effect of the story. I own (reader insert) character, Jonah, Nanami, and the majority of this plotline with the exception of any and all mentions or referrals to Supernatural's televised plotlines on CW. All credit remains with original creators.* PS - I want to work on SPN with the writers. Someday. Just throwing that out into the universe... :)

*in queue for editing* A huge thank you to @bloomedroses who loved the story so much that they made an amazing cover for me! I love it so much!! Your family died eight years ago, you were fifteen. After their death you lived with a family friend until you turned eighteen and you take the first chance you could you took off on a journey to get revenge. You left behind the only family you had left. Five years later you have a job and one night a series of events is set into action. You meet the Winchesters and head off on a journey that would test your mettle as a hunter and reunite you with the last of your family. But this job is never easy. And you find yourself with a difficult decision to make in order to save Dean. ((I don't own any spn characters or rights to them, nor do I claim to. This is purely a work of fiction out of love for the show.)) Mature content alert! There will most likely be violence, swearing and the potential for adult content or hinting at it. Read at your own risk and enjoy!

phoe·nix ˈfēniks/ noun a unique bird that lived for five or six centuries in the Arabian desert, after this time burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle. Alicia Grant died in a fire, only to be awakened in a hospital. Sam and Dean Winchester come in town to stop murders of a witch. The three cross paths and all Hell break loose. Literally. Now with monsters roaming free to terrorize, Alicia, Sam, and Dean must stop them and find the source. Along with that, Alicia must find out what she is, how to control it, and if possible, a way to remove it. With everything new happening, the last things she needs is an unwanted power, but fate doesn't work like that.

I guess it's pretty self explanatory. But, yeah I hope you enjoy! (July 2020) It's been a looong time since I've last written, and there's a chance that I won't write anymore in this book - there's a chance I'll continue every now and then, but don't get your hopes too high! Thank you for all the reads and votes and I appreciate you all :))

When Allison Argent dies, a mix-up happens and her soul gets sent to the wrong place. When Castiel finds out, he does his best to right this wrong, but Allison's mind is too damaged to send her back to her family and friends. So instead, Castiel tasks the Winchester brothers with aiding Allison in her recovery.

When Sam and Dean go on a hunting trip they find an angel. An angel unlike any other. Her parents are angels. And it seems that no other angel knows about her. Even Castiel has never heard of her. Who is she? What is she? Can she help the Winchester brothers?

In the future every estate owner needs a hunter to make a living. One such day you'd go to the market to buy one of the best.

"This is Nellwyn's story. I don't know all the things she's said to you, all that she's done. But, like the rest of us, I'm sure there are some things that she isn't proud of. She's made mistakes, just like we all have, all in the name of protecting the ones she calls family." - Sam Winchester. In an attempt to free herself from her own head to join the fight that could save her family, and the world, Nellwyn Spencer must battle the past, her memories and herself. You have to be brave enough to think of the things you don't want to think about. With great power comes great responsibility, and sometimes... That responsibility can drive you a little crazy.

Hello. My name is Beelzebub, you probably know me. You were probably expecting someone else, you were probably expecting Nellwyn. I know you were expecting Nellwyn. She's the one who usually tells this story, and that makes sense because it's her story to tell. I'm here today because something is wrong with Nellwyn. She isn't right of mind, I can't begin to tell you what has happened because you may already know. Or you may not. I don't know either. All I know is that the Nellwyn you have come to know is incapable of telling this story at the moment. Sam and Dean and I will save her, I swear. But for now, I'm taking over the narrative. And I'll pick up from where Nellwyn left off before. She didn't open the door.