BrokenBones67

Hello, my lovelies! Sorry I haven't posted in so long, but here is some sweet winter!AU fluff for you! Things to know: Y/N- Your Name L/N- Your Last Name Y/N/N- Your Nickname H/L- Hair Length H/C- Hair Colour "Ready? On the count of three. One, two, three! Attack!" You and your brother Jack turned around behind the snow bank you had declared home territory and began firing snowballs at your other brothers who were positioned behind their own home territory 15 feet away in the park. You laughed as one of your balls flew and hit Cory in the chest, ducking an incoming launch from CJ. You were pulling your arm back to throw another when the ol

You and the boys were at a honkey tonk bar in Lebanon after a particularly successful hunt, as per usual. And as per usual, you finished your drink first, got up to get another round, and when you returned with the three beers, Dean Winchester was in the arms of a beautiful, busty girl whose name he probably didn't even remember. This girl was hands down a ten, with long, chestnut hair that fell in loose waves over her shoulders, bright blue eyes framed with long dark lashes and a tiny waist with legs for days. Dean brushed her hair out of her eyes, her dark hair contrasting beautifully with her smooth, olive toned skin. You felt a surge of

You had picked up some grub on the way back to the motel, carrying the multiple paper bags in your full arms. You walked up to the motel room door, and were about to attempt to unlock it, when you heard arguing on the other side. "Damnit, Sam, why can't you just butt the hell out?" "Dean, I'm serious! Just say something! You're only making yourself miserable by ignoring how you feel!" "I don't give a flying rat's ass what you think. Butt out, Sam." You decided to break up the argument before it got any worse, shoving your key into the door as loudly as possible to alert them of your arrival. "Hey…" you said nonchalantly, acting as

"So get this," Sam walked into the war room, setting his laptop on the mapping table. You looked up, pushing your reading glasses back up your nose from where they'd slipped down in your heavy researching session. "There's a small town in Alabama called Mooresville - really old fashioned, it's like a step back into the 19th century - that has had 2 strange deaths in the same week. Witnesses at both deaths said that it was pretty much impossible how they died. The first victim - Andrea Clarkson, 17 - was eating an ice cream cone at the ice cream parlor with her friends when she died. Started choking and coughing out razor blades. But-" he stop

"Okay, I'm going to bed," you said, getting up from the couch in the living room. Sam and Dean turned to you from either side of you on the couch. "Alright, Y/N, see you tomorrow," Dean said, sipping his beer. Sam sat for a moment, before setting his own beer on the coffee table and getting up himself. "I think I'm gonna get some shut-eye too, it's been a long day." Dean nodded, turning off the TV. "I think I'm going to stay down here awhile longer, maybe do a little more research." He said. You nodded, already halfway down the hallway. Sam slowly followed, yawning loudly. You smirked at the moose, listening to his heavy footsteps falling

Sam let your heart fall from his hand, splattering on the bloodstained cobblestone floor. Placing a hand on either side of you, he leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear. “Wake up, Y/N…” “Wake up, Y/N…” “Wake up, Y/N…” “Y/N, PLEASE, WAKE UP!” You were ripped from your reverie to feel your shoulders shaking with eye-rolling force, letting out a choked off gasp as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. The force shaking your shoulders stopped, yet you continued shaking all over your body. Through the darkness, your eyes registered a pair of unforgettable hazel eyes

"Previously, on 'Dr. Sexy M.D.'…" You watch with concentration at the show on the screen, putting a piece of lightly salted popcorn in your mouth. "You were right, Sam, this RealSalt stuff is actually pretty good," you say to your boyfriend holding you against him. "Right? I knew you'd like it, and it's healthier than that other stuff." He plants a kiss on your head, turning back to the screen. You look at Dean, who's watching the episode with more intensity than you are. You smirk, taking a swig of your beer. You all watch in silence until the break, when the commercials come on. You laugh at a ridiculous NyQuil commercial, feeling

*Reader's POV* I woke up with a stuffy nose and a pounding headache. I peeled my crusty eyes open, already feeling miserable. I rolled out of bed begrudgingly and went downstairs. I couldn't breathe in a single bit of air through my stuffed nostrils. As soon as my mother laid eyes on me, she sent me back to my room and called the school, letting them know I'd be staying home sick today. My parents got ready and went to meet John Winchester at the diner to discuss their current case, calling goodbyes from the door. I settled into bed. I should text Dean so he doesn't worry, I thought as I pulled out my phone. But, as soon as I got into a re

"Honey, I need to talk to you." Your mom sat down at the kitchen table, and you hesitantly followed. "What is it?" You asked, already having a sinking suspicion of what she was going to say. "I think that your father is going to take Jasper to the vet today," your mother said, and your heart dropped. Your throat tightened, and you looked to your old black lab, laying in his bed. "Oh." Was all you could say. "I'm sorry, honey. But, he's getting old, and you know that we've been talking about it for a while. I think that we're going to take him in today, while you're at school." "A-alright. I think that's best," you said, swallowing the lu

“Another one bites the dust,” Dean said breathlessly as he looked around the bloodied warehouse, decapitated corpses littering the floor every which way. You sighed, your high wearing off as you absentmindedly rubbed the small, smooth stone that hung loosely around your neck. The three of you sheathed your machetes, leaving the warehouse with nothing but a trail of gasoline and a lit match in your wake. You slouched in the back, rubbing your neck where a vamp had gripped you earlier that night; if Sam hadn’t been in the vicinity and seen your struggle, you’d have been just another of the drained bodies burning in the