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The Fallen (Supernatural Fanfic)

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A tune played softly throughout the house, calming the surrounding area. Then there was a crash, then screaming.

"Leave them alone you bastard!" An elder woman yelled, arms raised to protect her three girls. The mans smirk turned sadistic, "Aw, common Lillian, let me have some fun." He seemed almost demonic, eyes focused hungrily on the middle child. The brunette gulped, facing away from her father.

Lillian picked up a nearby lamp, throwing it as hard as she could. He stumbled back grasping his face, a gash present across his cheek while his nose seemed to be broken. He inched forward, and Lillian stepped up, "You're not my Daniel! Back off!" She screamed, arms stretched out again. 

Dan chuckled darkly, lunging passed her. He gripped the back of the middle child's shoulders and pulled her back swiftly, squeezing her shoulders tight enough to bruise. "Melody!" Lillian screamed, tears flowing down her freckled cheeks. Melody whimpered as the hands got tighter, breath ghosting across her neck. 

"You'll never escaped...." He whispered in a low tone. Everything's fuzzy after that, but those moments are forever scarred in her memories.All Rights Reserved

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The One He Brought Back by nottheplacetobe

Dean stood over her grinning, savoring the crisp screams around him as the young girl clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut. The demon was carving a bracelet in her wrist with lined cuts. It looked like bloody war paint. In all the ways that the green-eyed demon had torn her soul to shreds, this was different, yet she didn't question it long and closed her eyes again, biting her tongue to not giving him the satisfaction of her screams. "I got bored", the damned man said, she could hear a shrug in his low voice and ignored it, entering her thoughts again. "Thought I'd draw a bit", he laughed. Max breathed in slightly and felt ash fill her lungs and then escape back into hell, realizing that any pain was gone. Still, she opened her eyes to see Dean staring at her wildly, incredulously. His mouth was slightly open and his hands, still holding the blade hung slightly at his side as he stared at her incredulously. She didn't care though, she turned her head to look away from the man, feeling her burned flesh grow agitated at the motion, but it felt like nothing more than a tickle against the agony that she knew would only stop momentarily. She looked back at him, expecting another snicker or the feeling of metal clotting her veins once again but saw instead Dean with wild eyes darting up and sideways. He looked vulnerable, he looked human. That's when she heard a quiet voice, gruff in nature but gentle. "Hello, Dean" she heard it whisper and she looked up at it as Dean fell to his knees, ears pouring blood. A hand reached down to him grabbing his shoulder roughly and he looked over at her, terrified. " Maxine!" Dean shouted and grabbed her arm only slightly above her elbow and she woke up in the woods, alone, with a soft whisper of a voice still ringing in her ears, "Dean Winchester is saved along with another, we must find Maxine Byrne."

My Throat is an Open Grave by inkandpaperqwerty

Dean didn't get paid nearly enough for the job he did. Seriously. Using the money he had set aside for his missing brother to purchase Lucifer's Prom Dress from a monster auction, and then traveling halfway across the country with Heaven and Hell's most coveted weapon riding shotgun had to be worth more than credit card fraud could provide. And if that wasn't bad enough, the Boy with the Demon Blood just had to be named Sam, didn't he? Sam didn't get paid enough, either, but he was significantly less picky than Dean. He just wanted a family, a place to call home, a chance to find out what hug was like, and maybe a break from the constant nightmares. If that was too much to ask, he would understand, seeing as he was a stupid, disobedient, demon-blooded monster who disappointed every owner he had. Just one thing, then? Maybe? Just an older brother to get in between him and the monsters and pain and nightmares; one who would sometimes, if Sam was a very good boy, call him Sammy and give him hugs. Yeah, that would be nice. That would be more than enough for Sam.

Cowboys and Angels (A Dean Winchester/ Supernatural FanFiction) by SilverRaine

Grayson had always preferred hunting alone. Ever since her family was killed long ago, she knew she wouldn't be able to cope with another loss, so she refused to grow attached to people-- up until she met another hunter. From the moment she set eyes on Dean Winchester she knew something about him was different, and when she meets Sam and Castiel, she finally feels like she belongs. Grayson travels with the boys, and slowly falls for Dean, but refuses to admit it, afraid of hurting him. And just as things were looking up, they take a turn for the worst when she starts having visions, the first vision being triggered by looking at Castiel. She knows he's hiding something from her, the question is- what? Even the brother's are curious, but the angel says he knows nothing, and once all is revealed, Grayson 'prays' that the three still have her back, all the way through to the end.

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"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

The Angel Of Darkness (Sam Winchester Fanfic) by Youtuber_01

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Intentions: Sam x Reader x Dean x Castiel by AllTheSmutL0vers2

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In Good Hands by fluffysupernatural

In Good Hands is a slow burn AU Destiel love story forged from grief, guilt, and grace. After a life altering accident, Dean Winchester is forced to confront his past, his addiction, and the wreckage he's left behind. But when he begins visiting the coma patient he put in the hospital Castiel Collins, he doesn't expect to find comfort, redemption, or love. What begins as penance becomes something deeper. Set against a backdrop of supernatural mystery, found family, and quiet moments that ache with emotion, this is a tale of healing through connection. With the help of a gentle doctor, a best friend, a Nephilim child, and one very determined angel, Dean learns that maybe, just maybe, he's worthy of forgiveness. And of a future. Because sometimes, when you think you've lost everything, you find yourself in good hands.

If Only We Were Us by Ty1R1Bluent

"Castiel, you must watch over the child. Make sure they do not go down the darkened path. Be a shame if the child did." "I will immediately." The first threw her hand up. "Wait!" Castiel paused and looked back. "Come watch. The child isn't in need of our assistance yet. But soon will be." So Castile stood beside her once more, and watched over the child. "I think it to be beneficial that you take the child to the Winchester brothers when it is ready. This child will be good to pair with them." Castiel nodded, knowing she was correct. But first he'd have to gain the brothers' trust more. The very existence of the child broke many rules. But the older angel and Castiel knew God had something up his sleeve with this one. He had let the child live, and gave her the power to hide from most Angles. And so he watched as the child grew. He watched as the child lost her mother. He was there when the child needed someone to look after her. Most importantly, he was there when she needed a friend. He knew Eden had a long way to go. He also knew that she would learn more alongside two brothers. The Winchesters. [Under editing, along with the rest of the series and a few other books. May not happen quickly, and only a few changes may be made.. Just bare with me everyone]

Home (Jack Kline x Reader) [[COMPLETE]] by ToHellWithReality

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Princes Of Heaven And Hell [A Destiel AU] (COMPLETED) by 67trenchcoat

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The One He Brought Back

Dean stood over her grinning, savoring the crisp screams around him as the young girl clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut. The demon was carving a bracelet in her wrist with lined cuts. It looked like bloody war paint. In all the ways that the green-eyed demon had torn her soul to shreds, this was different, yet she didn't question it long and closed her eyes again, biting her tongue to not giving him the satisfaction of her screams. "I got bored", the damned man said, she could hear a shrug in his low voice and ignored it, entering her thoughts again. "Thought I'd draw a bit", he laughed. Max breathed in slightly and felt ash fill her lungs and then escape back into hell, realizing that any pain was gone. Still, she opened her eyes to see Dean staring at her wildly, incredulously. His mouth was slightly open and his hands, still holding the blade hung slightly at his side as he stared at her incredulously. She didn't care though, she turned her head to look away from the man, feeling her burned flesh grow agitated at the motion, but it felt like nothing more than a tickle against the agony that she knew would only stop momentarily. She looked back at him, expecting another snicker or the feeling of metal clotting her veins once again but saw instead Dean with wild eyes darting up and sideways. He looked vulnerable, he looked human. That's when she heard a quiet voice, gruff in nature but gentle. "Hello, Dean" she heard it whisper and she looked up at it as Dean fell to his knees, ears pouring blood. A hand reached down to him grabbing his shoulder roughly and he looked over at her, terrified. " Maxine!" Dean shouted and grabbed her arm only slightly above her elbow and she woke up in the woods, alone, with a soft whisper of a voice still ringing in her ears, "Dean Winchester is saved along with another, we must find Maxine Byrne."