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Dean or Deanna? - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 3

"Dean, what is it?! Dean come on talk to me I'm worrying!" you said holding him by his shoulders as he clenched his stomach tightly.

"It uh-" he groaned " It hurts, (Y/n)! It hurts really freaking much!" he managed to say between groans of pain.

"Dean, please hold on. Hold on, I'm here" you said and got on your knees to look him in the eyes. No such luck, though, since he had them tightly shut.

"I-I ca-can't, (Y-Y/n). I-I..." he said between breaths and then let out a scream of pain.

"Dean, oh my God. No, Dean, please hold on. Try taking a few deep breaths" you said and he did so, occasionally stopping from a groan.

"That's it, that's it. In and out. Breath in and out." you said holding his smaller form in your arms "Better, right?" you asked and he gave a small nod.

"Now, can you tell me where the pain was? What it felt like?" you asked softly and he growled.

"Below my stomach and my lower back. It feels like somebody's trying to cut my body into two halves. Or like they've punched me there. Or even like a wendigo has dug its hand and is twisting my insides. Slowly and painfully" he said and clenched your shirt tightly.

"Don't worry, it's ok. I'm gonna find a way to make this better, baby. Don't worry, it's going to be over" you said and rubbed soothing circles on his back.

"Damn, I really hope so cause- ugh, it hurts like hell!" he groaned and clenched his fists more tightly.

"Hey, hey easy there, ok?" you said cupping his face, his eyes slightly open. He nodded slightly and you gave him a small smile.

You put a hand around his shoulders and another under his legs and lifted him up bridal style. He rested his head on the crook of your neck and clenched your shirt in his fists. He whimpered as, obviously, another wave of pain shoot though him. You walked with him in your arms to the bed and laid him there. You covered him with a blanket and started moving away. His eyes shot open and he looked at you with the best puppy look even Sam could find hard to master.

"W-where are you going?" he asked in a low voice, whimpering shortly afterwards.

"I'm going to call Sam. We need both to search for whatever is happening to you. Don't worry, I'll be back soon" you smiled softly and he gave you a small nod "You just stay there, try to sleep  a little bit if you can"

He groaned slightly "O-ok, but come back soon, p-please" he mumbled and you gave him a small sympathetic smile.

"I will" you mumbled and he smiled back weakly.

You called Sam and told him to come at the motel as fast as possible. He did manage to come there quickly and after you explained to him how the situation was. You both quickly got into action and started researching, trying to find even one damn possible explanation of what was happening to Dean. Luckily Dean had managed to fall asleep and despite the few groans in his sleep he seemed to feel a little bit better.

It was about four or five hours later and you and Sam still hadn't found anything. It was frustrating, really.

"Nothing" you said and shut closed a book "Did you find anything?"

Sam shook his head and let out a sigh "No, it's still a mystery. What's happening to Dean is impossible to find out and explain" he said.

A light groan was heard and you turned to look at Dean move.

"Son of a bitch" he growled and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey baby" you said and got up, making your way to sit next to him "How are you feeling?" you asked removing a few strands from his face.

"Shity" he growled and you laughed lightly.

"Any improvement?" you asked and he nodded slightly.

"Just a little bit"

"You want me to do anything?" you asked again.

"Yeah, move out of the way. I need to pee" he said and got up in a hurry, making his way to the bathroom.

You chuckled, shaking your head and made your way to your previous seat.

"Women" you mumbled to Sam and you both erupted into a fit of laughter.

You laughter were cut short, though, by a loud groan coming from the bathroom.

"Are you kidding me?!" Dean's voice was heard.

"Dean are you ok in there? What's happening?" you asked in panic.

After just a few seconds he emerged from the bathroom.

"What? What is it? Is everything ok?" you asked him.

"No, nothing is ok. I'm bleeding now" he grumbled.

"Bleeding? What? Where?" you asked and started inspecting him but he brushed you off.

"You know where" he grumbled and went to his bed, covering his head too.

"What? I don't und-" you started saying, frowning.

"I'm on my period, damn it!" he shouted under the blankets and your eyes widened.

"Did he just say...?" you asked Sam who had an equally stunned look.

"Yeah, I think he did" he said and you stared at each other for a few minutes.

Silence had filled the room and Dean decided to peak over the blankets to see what has going on. Just then, you and Sam started laughing uncontrollably. Dean rolled his eyes and covered his head again, as you and Sam had a hard time breathing because of the laughter.

"You're both immature jerks!" Dean shouted and you and Sam laughed even harder.

"Y-you- H-he-" Sam tried speaking but didn't manage to say much because of his laughter.

"Will you two just stop already?" Dean asked under the blankets and you and Sam laughed hard.

"Assholes" he muttered.

"Damn!" you said wiping out a few tears "A-and to think I was worried about something bad having happened to you. We-we 've been searching for hours and it was just-" you trailed off and started laughing.

"Yeah, very funny. Your boyfriend is dying here and you're laughing at him" Dean groaned and you rolled your eyes.

"Dean, you're not dying. You're just..." you trailed off and shared a look with Sam, laughing uncontrollably.

"Anyway" you cleared your throat, as the laughter died out "Come on Sammy, get up. We're going out" you said and grabbed a pair of shoes that were nearby.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked looking over the blankets.

"Out. First, cause I'm starving and I really need to sustain this huge body and second-" you looked at Dean "-cause we have a girl on her period in here and that means red code!" you said and grinned at him cheekily and Dean rolled his eyes "No pun intended".

Sam snickered behind you.

He opened the door and went out, you following suit.

"See ya in a while beautiful" you winked at him with a smirk and he just groaned in response. You closed the door behind you and followed Sam. Both of you making your way to the market.

~~~

"You should have seen that poor girl's face! I think I've just crashed all of her dreams!" you said laughing, and Sam joined you.

"Dean! We're back!" you said, closing the door behind you, and setting the bags with everything you had bought on the table.

"I don't think she will ever find the courage to flirt with someone, at least for the next couple months!" Sam chuckled, shaking his head.

"Hey! It's not my fault! Having had more than a plenty of women hit on me while I made pretty clear that I'm not available can get on somebody's nerves." you retorted.

"Yeah, women nowadays can be pretty persistent, mostly when it comes to towns like this one. They don't see two handsome men every day so they surely don't let them pass by that easily" Sam shrugged, searching through the bags.

"She just wouldn't get it, I had to do something effective" you said innocently and Sam chuckled.

"Yeah, cause making her believe we are together and that you are gay wouldn't have an impact on her self-esteem." Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Hey! I just have had enough, so grabbing you and kissing you on the cheek; telling that we're together, was the first excuse that came to my mind. Seemed good enough and it actually was" you shrugged and he shook his head, laughing.

"Yeah, well, I can't disagree with you on that part. Just make sure, next time that this happens to grab Dean with you. It would be totally fun to see him get hit on by drunk men on a bar!" Sam said and both you and him laughed.

You made a mental note to actually do so if you were lucky enough to get turned into something like this ever again.

"Like hell am I letting it happen again" Dean's voice was heard behind you.

"Oh there you are!" you exclaimed, watching him come out of the bathroom "Here" you said and handed him a pack with sanitary towels. He took it and looked at with a funny look.

"What?" you asked with raised eyebrows, Sam fighting back his laughter.

"You're not seriously thinking that I'm going to wear this?" he said and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, I actually am. First of; cause that is my favorite pair of jeans and if you ruin it I'm going to end your life and second of; yeah, that's actually what I do too and third of; I actually do expect you to wear this because I don't want it to seem as if we've slaughtered someone in here. So yes, go wear them!" you pointed to the bathroom and Dean raised his hands in surrender.

"Sheesh a simple yes would be enough" he mumbled and went to the bathroom.

"Aren't you going to show him how to use them?" Sam asked with a smirk.

"He's a grown man- er, woman, anyway. He will manage" you shrugged and Sam nodded.

"Ok, so I'm taking these two beers and going downstairs. The woman at the front desk said they have a small library so I'm gonna spend some time there, now that Dean is no longer 'dying' " he said with a chuckle and you nodded.

"Ok" you mumbled but Sam was already gone.

Just a couple seconds later Dean emerged from the bathroom. He made his way to his bed and cover himself with the blankets completely. You chuckled at his behavior, completely understanding how he felt.

"You're not feeling all that well, are you?" you asked with a soft chuckle, earning a groan from the hunter.

"Well, then. Good thing I know the remedy, and I have it here" you said and Dean's head shot up from under covers.

"What? Really? You do?" he said with interest.

"Yep" you said popping out the 'p'.

"I got a few movies, which we are going to watch on Sam's laptop, so scoot over and make some room for your man, woman" you ended up saying in a rough, manly voice.

Dean rolled his eyes but moved to open some space for you, nonetheless. He got a little bit up so that he was almost in a sitting position, but still laying.

You sat next to him, laptop in your one hand and two bangs on your other hand. You set them at the side of the bed and sat under the covers, putting the laptop on your lap; over the blankets.

"Come here" you said, putting a hand around him and bringing him closer to you. He hesitated but rested his head on your shoulder and sighed in content. Your hand moved from his shoulders to his back, where you kept rubbing soothing circles.

"How does it feel?" you mumbled after pressing play.

He let out a soft sigh "Don't tell Sam, but this feels really good baby" he let out a soft groan, a smile appearing on his face.

"I'm happy that you feel better, then" you said and kissed his forehead. Instead of freaking out about it or throwing you a fit, Dean smiled in content and snuggled closer to you. Putting his hand on your chest and snuggling his face closer to the crook of your neck. He tangled his legs to yours and cuddled with you more.

"The fault in our stars? Really?" Dean asked lazily, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, there is no need to pretend with me ok? I know you feel like shit right now and definitely need to let it out somehow. Crying will do that. And since you are way too macho to do that on your own, The fault in our stars can be used to blame your crying on" you shrugged with a smile "Oh and by the way, I got you a few things" you said and took the bags.

"There are a couple chocolate bars here, ice-cream with different flavors, three packs of cookies and Oreos, two pies, apple and cherries, with cream of course, two burgers, fries, chips and popcorn for the movie and, of course, beers. Oh and some pills if you're in a lot of pain" you said and a huge smile appeared on his face.

"God" he breathed out "I love you"

You giggled and brushed a thumb on his cheek "I know. I love you too"

He shook his head "No, no. Like really really love you." he said.

You chuckled more "Yeah, Dean I kn-" you started but he cut you off.

He grabbed your face with his hands and crashed his lips to yours.

You pulled away after a few seconds of passionate kissing "Very much" he mumbled breathlessly.

You looked at him with a stunned look "Dean, you just kissed me... And I'm a guy!" you pointed out and only then did he seem to actually remember it. He didn't seem to actually care, though.

"Just don't tell Sam, ok?" he mumbled after a while and you nodded with a chuckle.

"Alright" you said and cuddled with him.

You spent your rest of the time watching movies. The fault in our stars was long ago over and now replaced by another one. It had managed to fill its purpose though, so that was good. Dean had surely cried a river of tears but definitely felt better now. The chocolate bars and cookies were soon over and the the pies followed suit. You had taken more of a liking to the chips and popcorn and let Dean eat all the sweet things.

"Noooo!" Dean shouted dramatically at the laptop's screen.

You chuckled at his behavior, as she shoved a big spoon full with chocolate ice-cream. Sniffing and brushing, rather messily, some tears off.

"You bitch!" he soon added, sniffing more.

"Should have bought some tissues too" you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head with a laugh.

"Hm?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow, spoon in his mouth.

"Nothing" you shook your head and looked back at the laptop's screen.

"NO! Come ooooon!" Dean shouted dramatically.

"Dean take it easy" you mumbled with a roll of your eyes.

"Take it easy?! What are you even talking about (Y/n)?! That bitch just cheated on him! He loved her and she just- she just- HOW DARE SHE!?! He's pleading for her to come back and she's saying no?! Burn in hell whore!" he shouted and then shoved his spoon into the ice-cream quickly bringing it to hi mouth.

He still kept shouting things but luckily they were more than muffled words so you didn't have to hear about how the girl in the movie was a slut that cheated on her boyfriend that loved her.

You shook your head with a laugh at seeing Dean desperately trying to keep his eyes open to see more of the movie.

"Dean" you mumbled and he just hummed in response.

"Dean" you persisted and he just hummed again.

"Dean" you repeated and this time he actually turned to look at you.

"What?!" he exclaimed.

"First of; you have some ice-cream, here" you wiped out some chocolate ice-cream from the corner of his mouth "-and second of;" you smiled warmly "You need to sleep" you said.

"No (Y/n) I don't" he shrugged you off and you rolled your eyes.

"Dean, you are tired and need to sleep. Come on now" you said and stopped the movie, earning a protest from the green-eyes hunter.

"Hey!" he complained but you shushed him.

"Don't 'hey' me Winchester, you are tired as hell and you can't hide it. No more movies for you. I think The fault in our stars made you more of an emotional wreck than you were so you need to sleep, to feel better. And you are going to!" you stated firmly and grabbed the laptop and everything else from his hands; placing them aside.

"But-" he tried to protest but you didn't let him.

You pushed him down and covered him with the blankets. Laying next to him.

"No buts Dean. Close your eyes and go to sleep" you mumbled and enveloped him in your arms.

.

..

....

"(Y/n)?" it was Dean's voice.

"Yeah Dean?" you asked back.

"Can we do this tomorrow again? Movies, cuddling, chocolate and all?" he asked you.

"Yeah, Dean. We can. Now go to sleep" you responded snuggling closer.

"Even if we are back to normal?" he insisted.

"Yes Dean. Go to sleep." you said with a sigh.

"And Sam won't be here, ok?" he asked again.

"Yes, Dean, he won't. Go to sleep" you said impatiently.

"And you will-" he started and you cut him off.

"YES, Dean, YES! Now go to damn sleep!" you all-but-shouted.

"Sorry, I'm just still on my period and... you get it" he said as if he was on the verge of tears.

"Yeah, Dean I do. Now go to sleep. It's all going to be over tomorrow" you tried saying as smoothly as possible.

"Ok" he sniffed.

"Women" you breathed out exasperated.

Dean was sometimes unbearable but as Deanna... you definitely wanted to shoot him in the face.

The End
Dean or Deanna? - Dean Winchester x Reader (3/3)
Lat part to this story and last fic I'm going to upload this month. My exams are coming up so for a month till about 15/6/2015 and up to then I won't upload any sort of story, I need to do lots of studying so wish me good luck!
After that though, oh, there are so many stories coming~!
Enjoy~!xx'
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Dean or Deanna? - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 2

"I really don't know, Dean" you let out a sigh, looking down.

"You're kidding me, right?!" he exclaimed and you looked up at him "We-we... I... You... We can't! You can't stay like that! I can't stay like this! No way I'm staying like this forever!" he started freaking out.

"Just calm down, Dean. I am sure that there will be some sort of reverse spell" you tried to reassure him.

"Really? Cause I ain't so sure." he shook his head frantically "Damn, I don't wanna stay like this forever (Y/n)! I mean, look at me!" he pointed to himself.

"I... I... I..." he started stuttering, looking down at himself "I have boobs, (Y/n)!" he said looking up at you wide-eyed; cupping his breasts.

You merely rolled your eyes at the fact that that's what he first pointed out... again.

"And it's crazy. Cause I actually like boobs, love them. But not like this.  I like seeing them on other women but not on me-woman!" he all-but-shouted.

You narrowed your eyes at him "Other women?" you asked in a low, threatening voice.

Dean's eyes widened in realization at the mistake he made "No, I- No, baby. You know I don't mean it like that. I mean yeah I like them on other women but not like that. I mean yours are amazing. I really really love yours. They are the best. Like totally the best. They're so- And so- And... And-" he said and started making funny faces and weird motions with his hands.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it." you mumbled with a frown.

"Oh come on, baby. Please believe me! You know you're the only woman for me!" he pleaded and you rolled your eyes.

"Whatever." you said "We'll talk about this another time, you're still not off the hook. What we need to do now is find a way to get back to what we were. Do some research. Find a way to reverse all of this" you said and Dean opened his mouth to speak. Only to be cut off by another voice.

"You actually can't"

You and Dean both looked at the door opening and Sam getting in.

"Morning guys. You finally awake?" he asked with a smirk and placed some old books and his laptop on the table.

"Where have you been?" Dean asked, completely ignoring the fact that Sam did not freak out at the way you and Dean were like.

"Uh out, doing some research for you... Deanna" Sam said and snickered. Dean just glared at him once he remembered what he actually was like.

"I don't get it. Why aren't you freaking out?" you frowned at Sam.

"I saw you in the morning, when you were both asleep. To be honest I kind of freaked out in the beginning but when I heard my uh, brother -" he pointed to Dean with a snicker "-mumble your name in his sleep along with... a few other things. Dean things" he said and cleared his throat "I realized the truth"

You glared at Dean you just shrugged and grinned innocently.

"So it didn't take me much time to figure out what had actually happened. Went to a library nearby and did some research" Sam added.

"And? What did you find?" Dean asked immediately.

"Well, there is no reverse spell but there is not one needed. The spell will wear off tonight at midnight. So you won't stay like this... forever!" Sam ended saying dramatically, mimicking Dean's voice.

Dean's feminine voice.

You chuckled a little bit and Dean just glared at him "Shut up" he grumbled.

"Ok ok. I'll just go now" he said.

"Where to?" you asked him.

"Library" he replied and Dean didn't wait to say.

"You just were there!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah but I'd much rather prefer to spend my day there than in a room with my ass-annoying brother. Oh, sorry. I mean sister" he quickly added and both him and you laughed.

"Oh fuck off, bitch!" Dean growled at him.

"Sorry Dean, but I think that you are actually the bitch this time!" he said and you laughed more.

"Sam" he started saying, threateningly "Leave now or so help me" he pointed a finger at him.

"Sheesh relax. What's gotten into your pants woman!?" Sam said completely ignoring what Dean told him.

Dean opened his mouth but was cut off by Sam "See ya in a few hours (Y/n)... Deanna" he added and quickly ran out of the door in order to avoid being hit by the pillow Dean threw at him.

Sam peaked his head through the door and looked at the pillow on the floor "Pff you know that you throw like a girl now" he said shaking his head and you fought back a laugh.

"SAM!" Dean roared and Sam chuckled.

He winked at Dean and then got out of the door, closing it behind him. You were trying to keep yourself from laughing and Dean glared at you.

"Will you just stop?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just... You really did throw the pillow like a girl!" you burst out laughing and Dean just rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. I'll just go have a shower" he grumbled and made his way to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

~~~

You got finished dressing and looked at yourself in the mirror. It felt so weird actually seeing yourself like this. Not only because it was no longer 100% you, at least on the outside, but mainly because it actually was you but male you. You were in the body of a man and that seemed so out of the ordinary for you. Strange but still a lot of fun.

"Hey, uh, need some help here" a voice said behind you and you turned to look at Dean next to the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around him.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" you asked him frowning.

"That's the problem. I don't really know what to wear" he said and you let out a sigh.

"Ok, ok. Since I borrowed some of your clothes you can wear mine" you said and he opened his mouth to protest "And do I need to remind you what you look like?" you cut him off with a raised eyebrow.

He let out a sigh "Yeah, no thanks. Just give me whatever piece you have." he said.

"You mean whatever piece of clothing that you haven't destroyed?" you said with a smirk and he chuckle.

"What can I say? I am a passionate lover" he smirked satisfied with himself.

"Yeah, yeah. Oh you passionate lover. I really hope you still remember that you have to get me a new dress for the previous you tore into pieces" you said and he nodded, chuckling.

You did the same and got closer to him, cupping his cheek and leaning in to give him a kiss. He pulled away though, making you frown.

"Sorry, it's just. You're..." he motioned to your body "...you. On the outside I mean. Dude and all that." he tried to explain.

You rolled your eyes "Yeah, well, and you're you!" you pointed out.

"Never mind" you huffed and made your way past him to your bag.

You pulled out a a pair of black jeans that would fit him, a simple AC/DC shirt and a flannel "Here" you said tossing them to him "And..."

"Here" you said and tossed him a set of underwear.

"Why are you giving me this?" Dean asked showing the bra you gave him.

"Well, because actually, I don't know if you have realized but uh you basically... have boobs!" you said in the same voice tone he had phrased it twice before.

He sighed "Fine"

He proceeded to wear the panties and jeans. The bra following suit. When the time for him to clasp it came, though, you really had a hard time to keep yourself from bursting out laughing. Dean was turning around himself just like a dog trying to catch its tail. He was trying to look at his back and manage to clasp the bra.

"Oh man, I think I'm gonna throw up." he mumbled, putting a hand on his forehead. Obviously dizzy from the constant turning.

"How the hell do you do it?!" he asked exasperated.

"I-" you started but stopped mid-sentence, shaking your head and laughing.

"Here, let me just clasp it for you" you said and made him turn to look at the mirror. You standing behind him.

"How do you do it though?" Dean asked.

"It's not as hard as it seems, really." you said and clasped it.

"Yeah, right" he rolled his eyes "You women are really heroes for managing to actually wear this things and put up with them. Damn they're so freaking uncomfortable!" he said and shifted, fixing it with his hands.

"You sure it's in the correct place?" he asked with an annoyed look on his face.

You laughed lightly and put your hands on his shoulder to stop him from moving "Yes, Dean. I am, so stop moving. All you need is to just be patient. You'll get used to it." you said with a chuckle.

"Like hell! This is worse than Alastair's tortures!" he exclaimed and you laughed as he moved more.

"Yeah, well at least you will have to wear it just til tonight while I have to wear these every moment, every hour, every day of my life." you said matter-of-factly and Dean's eyes widened.

"Oh damn. Baby, I'm so sorry. And I'm really sorry for acting like such an asshole sometimes when you- you have to put up with these nightmares" he said in a sad tone.

"That and wax depilation" you said and laughed "Oh yeah, you should try that. If you think bras are a nightmare then wait to try that one" you chuckled and Dean's eyes widened even more.

"No, thank you. I don't like the sound of that" he mumbled and you laughed more.

"You're really lucky I am a sweet girlfriend and love you, otherwise I would force you into every sort of 'torture' I go through in order for you to enjoy this body. Or, well, my previous one anyway" you said.

"Yeah, good thing that you are the best girlfriend in the world and would never do that to your boyfriend that loves you just as much" he said and smiled cheekily.

"Sweet-talking me won't get you anywhere Winchester, you know it already" you said in a serious voice.
"Just sayin' the truth. It is already a torture that I have to wear this thing. And by the way, are you sure it's the correct size?" he asked and you frowned.

"Yeah, yeah it is. Why?" you asked him back.

"Don't know, it is just really really uncomfortable. And I thought that it might be a smaller size. I mean look, even my boobs look big for it. They're obviously biger than yours" he said matter-of-factly and you had a really hard time keeping yourself from slapping him right there and then.

"No, Dean, I can tell you that they're the perfect size. And we are the same size" you said through gritted teeth.

Never insult a girl that way.

He obviously did not know that.

"Nah, I still think mines must be bigger" he said and squeezed them.

You shook your head rolling your eyes.

"Hey" he added "I have a brown belt for those jeans. They can fall from your hips easily. They're a little bit loose, hm?" he said and you smiled.

"Oh yeah they are a little bit loose around the waist but don't worry they won't fall off. Unlike you, when you were still in your body, I have something that will keep them from falling. You know, something bigger than yours" you winked at him and his smile immediately vanished.

He started mumbling something under his breath. You got the shirt and handed it to him.

"Damn where do you wear this thing?" he said once he wore the shirt with the long v-neck.

"Uhm places" you shrugged.

"With men?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, why-" he cut you off.

"You're not wearing it again. Nope. Sure as hell are not going to wear it at a place where there will be men drooling all over you!" he said in classic jealous-Dean style that when the words came out from his female body looked so much different.

After a few seconds of silence both of you erupted into a fit of laughter.

They soon dyed out as both of you stared into each other's eyes in the mirror.

"Damn, we look so different" Dean mumbled

"But it's still us" you added and he gave a small nod

"Yeah" he mumbled and smiled, locking fingers with yours "You're still the woman I love and would give my life for... or, well, the man as far as appearance is concerned" he said and you smiled.

"And you are the man I love and would give my life for, or woman" you chuckled and he did the same.

His chuckled was cut short though. You immediately stopped too. Looking at him with concern.

"What is it? You ok?" you asked him, seeing the deep frown on his face.

"Yeah, just-" he groaned lightly "Something. A small pain. Don't worry. It's noth-" he started saying but was cut off by a bigger groan.

"Damn it hurts!" he groaned and shut his eyes tightly.

"Dean? What's happening? Dean!" you shouted frantically but he did not respond.
Dean or Deanna? - Dean Winchester x Reader (2/3)
Alright, so I uploaded this once but I couldn't put a preview image. I deleted it and tried it again in case it was something wrong with it but same goes for this.
Oh anyway, hope you like it~!
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Dean or Deanna? - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 1

You groaned as light shone through the curtains of the motel room you were currently in and pulled you out of your peaceful sleep. You rubbed your eyes and slowly opened them to look at the clock on your bedside. The green numbers of it showing that it was 11:45. You groaned more, feeling a headache come up, and buried your head in the pillow more. You wanted more than anything to sleep but you knew you had to get up. You had a long day ahead of you and should start packing your things. You had to get back to the road and head to the bunker. You had stayed long enough here and it was high time you left.

The latest hunt had taken a toll on all of you, mostly physical. It took a lot of time to track the witch and then manage to kill her. She was a tough one and fought till the last minute. But luckily you managed to fight back and then finally kill her, after a couple weeks of searching though. So that meant that you had spent a lot of time on this hunt and you really needed to hurry and get back to search for another one. More important one. Fortunately last night you had managed to finish this damn hunt and of course went out to a bar to celebrate it. You and Dean consumed a good amount of alcohol that you were sure was going to give you a hell of a hangover. Sam hadn't joined you two so he now, of course, was wide awake way before you, and out somewhere. Doing whatever moose stuff he usually did.

You opened your eyes just a little bit slightly and, after removing Dean's hand (that felt more soft than ever) from your waist, you got up. Your body felt more heavy than ever but you just attributed everything to the alcohol you had consumed the night before. You decided not to wake Dean up and leave him to sleep a little bit more. He needed it after all. You knew that the ride back to the bunker was going to take a lot of time and by the time you reached there it would be past midnight and you would be exhausted. So he needed the extra sleep before all of you got into the Impala and made your way back home. You were going to gather all your things and place them on your bags and only when you were ready to leave would you wake Dean up. Letting him rest a little bit more would be good for him and more probably for you and Sam. You would definitely avoid some of his nagging. When Dean had had his good amount of sleep, he was always cheerful and in a good mood. When you woke him up, though, and he hadn't had much of sleep then, well, that was another story better left unsaid.

You groaned softly and dragged your feet to the bathroom. You had never felt your body so heavy but brushed the thought off. Slowly opening the bathroom's door you entered it. You had your eyes closed, finding yourself unable to open them. You slowly turned the tab and once water started running you splashed your face with it. The coldness of the water quickly managing to wake you up. You repeated the process a few times and once your were sure you were wide awake, you turned the tab off and took the towel that was next to the sink and rubbed your face dry.

You smiled, satisfied that you had gotten yourself awake, but when you looked up at the mirror the smiled immediately vanished from your face.

You expected to see just yourself, maybe some bed hair, but not this.

Instead of yourself you could now see in the mirror what seemed like... a guy. A guy that seemed probably your age. He had short (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Firm jaw and a slight scruff. He was handsome, you were not going to deny it, and if you weren't dating Dean (and loved him to death) then you sure as hell were not going to let him just pass by. It was not that thing that you wanted to think right now, though. You had more important things to think of, right now. More important questions that needed to be answered. Questions like...

... Why the hell were you seeing his reflection instead of yours in the mirror?!

You immediately looked down at yourself and your eyes widened upon realizing that it actually was you. It actually was you and your face that was reflected in the mirror. And, not only had your face changed, but your whole body. Instead of your usual height you now were taller and your shirt, more like Dean's shirt, now fitted perfectly. It was no longer baggy and the boxers you had borrowed from Dean fitted just as well. Something sticking out under the boxers. Something that you knew all-too-well what it was but were sure as hell not used to seeing on yourself. Being part of you. More like it being part of Dean that you got to have inside of you and not like this, but that was a whole different story...

What was important now was that all the traits that you loved in Dean, as far as appearance was concerned, were not just traits that he had. But you, too. And that seriously worried you. Cause all of this were certainly not good.

Your breathing became heavier and your mouth hung agape once you completely realized what was going on.

You... you were gender-bend!

"Are you kidding me?!" you shouted and surprised even yourself at hearing the heavy and rough voice come from you. A mix of that of Castiel's and Dean's.

"DEAN!" you shouted again and quickly ran out of the bathroom towards yours and Dean's bed.

Instead of seeing Dean, though, you just saw a messed up mass of shuffling sheets. Dean had fallen off the bed.

You rolled your eyes at him but just waited till he got up. The sight, though, made your eyes widen even more than before.

Impossible.

"What?!" Dean asked looking up from where he lay down at the foot of the bed, his voice laced with sleep though it was nothing compared to the way it was before. Dean was nothing compared to the way he was before.

His eyes widened as he looked at you, or more like the male version of you, and immediately got up. Quickly managing to draw the gun from under your pillow.

"Who the hell are you?! What are you doing here?! Where is (Y/n)? What did you do to her?!" he asked angrily, his or more like her voice filled with rage and at the same time worry for you "What the hell is wrong with my voice?" he mumbled more to himself, forgetting that you were there for even a split second.

"Dean" you said and took a step forward, and then he came back to reality and regained his posture, gun firmly held in his hands.

You raised your hands in defeat "Whoah whoah first of; relax ok? Don't do something irrational, alright?" you said carefully and he just pursed his lips more.

"Don't tell me what to do, ok? You just answer my question. Who the hell are you and where is (Y/n)? What did you do to her?!" he asked fiercely and you took a breath in.

"I did nothing to her because I am her, you jerkass! It's me damn it!" you shouted out exasperated by Dean's behavior. He was getting on your nerves.

"(Y/n)?" he asked narrowing his eyes and you rolled your eyes.

"Yes!" you shouted again "Will you lower that damn gun now or do I have to make you?!"

He lowered his gun for a split second but then raised higher, regaining his previous posture "Yeah, and you think I'm just going to believe you? Just like that?!" he asked and then ran a hand over his face "Damn, what the hell is wrong with my voice?" he mumbled to himself angrily.

"Well first of; yes it is me! Cause, seriously, I cannot believe how you cannot even recognize your own girlfriend of 7 years just because of some damn spell turning me into a dude. And secondly; lower that damn gun and listen to me for a split second. Will ya?!" you said exasperated but he didn't seem to believe you.

You let out a sigh and spoke in a calmer tone "Dean, please. It is me, baby. It really is me. Here, see?" you lifted your shirt and showed him your anti-possession tattoo on your hip "Do you remember when I got this? I certainly do. I was a hell of a lot scared but managed to go through it because you were there, holding my hand. Come on, Dean, you have to believe me. It is me. It is (Y/n)" you ended up mumbling, puppy eyes at their maximum mode.

You bit your lips, waiting in an expecting way for some damn response but let out a sigh of relief once you saw him lower the gun. This time he seemed to believe you completely.

"(Y/n)?" he mumbled and you nodded frantically, a hopeful smile appearing on your lips.

His eyes widened in disbelief. It would be impossible for anyone to comprehend the fact that their girlfriend was no longer the way they know her. How would it be possible for anyone to just accept that just the night before they fell asleep with their girlfriend in their arms and woke up to find her taller and with more muscles than themselves. More manlier than their own selves!

"What the hell happened to you?!" he motioned to you with wide eyes and you rolled yours.

"Well, I think you should ask that to yourself too" you said and quickly motioned to the mirror on the corner behind Dean.

He raised an eyebrow but turned nonetheless. His eyes widened upon seeing his own reflection. Short hair replaced by long blonde, green eyes still there but more... female like. His entire body and face was more... female like. No it was female.

"What the hell?! (Y/n) what the hell happened to me?!" he shouted, his face showing worry and fear. He took deep breaths, and tried to calm down his racing heart. It would be impossible at the sight in front of him. He got closer to the mirror to look at himself more closely.

"I...I... I..." he started stuttering, taking small breaths in between. It seemed as if he was having a panic attack but you knew he was just exaggerating. You let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over your face.

"Yes, Dean, you are-" he cut you off.

"I have boobs!" he exclaimed and cupped his own breasts.

You had a really hard time in keeping yourself from face-palming and just shook your head "Dean, I think there are more important things than that, baby" you hissed the last part.

He turned to look at you and let out a sigh "Yeah, sorry sorry. How the hell did this happen, though?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Dunno, but I suspect that it is that damn witch's doing. She threw us some sort of powder before Sam killed her. She mumbled some strange things before she was dead, if I remember correctly" you mumbled more to yourself, putting a finger on your chin.

"Yes, yes she did" Dean ran a hand through his hair but his fingers just got entangled at some point and he just pulled it away. Blowing some few stray long strands out of his face.

He opted for running a hand down his face, his eyebrows were knitted in a deep frown.

"So, what exactly? What does all of this mean?! My girlfriend gets a dick of her own. I get turned into a chick with hair longer than Rapunzel herself. And if I want to kiss you I will actually be kissing a dude, not to mention about doing other things. And all of this because of some freaking witch that... now is dead. And we..." he took in a deep breath just like you did, staring at each other with almost wide eyes. Realization downing on both of you.

"... We get stuck like this... forever?" he mumbled the last part and you let out a breath.

You looked down and nodded at him with pursed lips.
Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader

"Oh Westy, come on!" you whined a little bit moving the spoon towards the young boy's mouth.

"No, I don't like it" West frowned and, crossing his arms, pursed his lips. Though it looked more like he was pouting.

"Oh come one Westy, please. You have to eat it. Please, for me" you gave him a small smile as he seemed that he was about to give in.

He looked at the spoon and the plate with the soup in front of him. You smiled encouragingly and moved the spoon a little closer to him. Just as he seemed about to give in, he shook his head and turned it to look at the other direction.

"No" he said and his frown got more deep. It was adorable, you had to admit it. Everything about the little boy was adorable. Everything about him reminded you of his father. His father that, you could not deny it to yourself, you had deep feelings for.

"Come on West. Even Maison has eaten her food" you said and he glanced at his little sister that you had long ago fed and was now playing with her dolls.

"Come on, just a little bit. For me?" you asked with a hopeful smile but he just shook his head more, his small arms crossed over his chest.

"Nuh-huh. I don't like it. It's gross" he made a face in the end and you laughed, shaking your head.

"Just like your father" you mumbled, placing the spoon back on his plate, remembering the look Misha had on his face when you told him what dinner was going to be.

"What did ya just say about his father?" Misha asked, entering the kitchen, an eyebrow raised playfully at you.

"Nothing. Just how freaking much this kid is taking after you" you said with a roll of your eyes.

"How is that a bad thing?" Misha asked with a frown.

"It's not for me. I don't know for the rest of humanity, though. Having to face a second Misha" you said a little bit dramatically and he rolled his eyes at you.

"Yeah, whatever" he shot you a bitch-face that could rival that of Jared's.

"Hey, I'm just saying the truth" you shrugged with a playful smile.

"Yeah, ok. As if you wouldn't be happy for him to actually be like me. You know you love me" he smiled widely at you, wiggling his eyebrows and you just rolled your eyes; brushing him off.

"Pff keep dreaming Collins." you said and avoided eye contact, not wanting for him to notice anything.

"Yeah, cause you are here almost every day cooking for us and taking care of the children just because you don't love me" he mocked you.

"I am here every day because you actually need someone to take care of you and the children. If you don't remember it Vicki is letting you have the children over these two weeks and you obviously need my help. Besides, weren't you the one that asked me to come and help you?" you smirked at him, putting your hands on your hips.

"Ah yes, yes I did. Hey can't blame me. I'm a divorced man that has to keep an eye on his two young children for a whole two weeks, alone" he replied matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, well, you're not alone though. You have me and you know it" you said with a smile.

"Yeah" he said with just an equally soft smile.

"I really don't know what I would do without you in my life. From the moment I got my divorce to the moment I tried taking care of Maison and West all alone, you- you were there. And I don't know what I would have done without you, (Y/n). You have no idea how much it means. How much you mean to me. Really, you've done so much for me that I- I don't know how to thank you (Y/n). You really did not need to do any of them and you just- you just did all of this- helped me through everything and- " he started speaking but you cut him off.

"Hey, no chick-flick moments, ok?" you lifted a hand and shook it "You don't need to thank me either, Misha. I did everything because I wanted to. You are... my friend Misha. My best friend, and you know it. I would do anything for you." you said with a warm smile. Completely missing the sad look on his eyes at the mention of the word 'friend'.

"Yeah, I know that" he smiled back, though his seemed more of a sad one "You hang out too much with Jensen, though. You know that?" he asked, using the facade of happy and playful.

"Yeah, yeah. Not as much as with you" you rolled your eyes.

He turned his back to you, opening the fridge. You turned from him to look at West's direction and gasped in shock.

"Oh my God" you said wide-eyed, at the sight in front of you.

"Yes?" Misha turned to look at you.

You rolled your eyes at Misha and then moved out of the way, motioning to what had shocked you before.

Misha's eyes widened too but then he started laughing.

"It's not funny, Mish" you said with a roll of your eyes.

"Hey, sorry but- I can really see what you meant before. I have done that when I was young, too" he said motioning to West that had the plate over his head, completely covered in soup; eating some that had fallen on the table.

"Hey, at least he's eating his food" Misha shrugged with a smile and you groaned.

"Unbelievable. You Collins are all unbelievable" you muttered, shaking your head. Laughing slightly in the end.

"Anyway" you cleared your throat "I should take little Collins upstairs for a bath. You big Collins take Maison to her room and put her to sleep. You can do that, right?" you asked with a playful smile and he rolled his eyes at you.

"Yes, Miss I-can-do-everything. I can do that" he replied sarcastically and you laughed.

"Hey, just sayin' "you giggled as he brushed you off.

You removed the plate from West's head and took the spoon from his hand. You carefully scooped him up. You got a little dirty with soup but brushed it off.

Maison extended her hands towards you, thinking that you were going get her in your arms too. But you just smiled at her and after a small kiss on the forehead you moved away from her. She whined a little bit, even more when Misha got her in his arms and moved her even farther away from you. She whimpered and you laughed slightly at seeing Misha's face.

"Even my own children prefer you instead of me" he said oh-so-dramatically.

"Hey, don't blame me. It's not my fault I'm adorable and everybody loves me" you smirked and he laughed.

You turned and started making your way upstairs. Stopping for a split second at hearing something that sounded like "Everybody indeed". You frowned, wondering if you had really heard that. You decided to think that it was just your imagination. Shaking your head and brushing the thoughts off, you continued your way upstairs.

You walked to the bathroom with the little boy still in your arms. You prepared the bathtub, filling it with warm water. Adding the soap soon and making it fill with bubbles. You placed a few of West's toys in the bathtub and once you undressed him you set him in. You rubbed his hair with some soap and cleaned them off the coup that was on them. Washing him over with some water. All the while West playing with his small boats, making sounds.

You laughed slightly at the sounds and faces West made. You tried rubbing his body with a sponge to clean him better, but he prevented you from doing so. You ignored his protests, though, and continued trying to clean him. West giggled more and pushed your hands away from his small body but you just laughed and continued doing what you were.

Before you could realize it, both you and West were laughing out loudly. You trying to get him clean and him playfully pushing you away. Some times even splashing you with water. You had soon become wet just as much as him but you didn't care and just continued tickling him. Splashing him with waters, too. Just to get him back. Although he was already completely wet. Giggles and laughter erupting from both of you.

All the while Misha watching with a soft smile while he leaned on the door frame. You didn't realize he was there so you just continued doing your job.

Soon you had taken West out of the bathtub by now, after many protests from him, and had a towel wrapped around him. A big at that. So big that it was impossible to spot him if he didn't move.

You laughed at hearing him giggle when you rubbed his face with the towel, soon proceeding to do the same with his head. It took you more time to get his hair dry. Mostly because West wouldn't stand still but constantly laugh. You laughed along with him. You rubbed his belly as if he was just some little puppy, earning an all new fit of giggles from the little boy. You repeated the process and even nuzzled your face at the crook of his small neck. Fact that made him laugh more.

"No!" he giggled "S-stop!" he protested with his childlike voice, though it was obvious that he didn't want you to stop at all.

"Please, no!" he giggled more and you laughed, pulling away for a split second to see the huge smile on the little boy's face. Soon resuming to what you were doing before.

"No, mom please stop!" the boy giggled more. You immediately stopped upon hearing what he said.

You pulled away from him, looking down at him with a somewhat sad look on your eyes "What?" you mumbled softly, unable to believe what you had just heard.

The smile had vanished from Misha's face too (not that you noticed though, you hadn't noticed that he even was there) and he looked down at both of you with a soft, adoring expression.

"W-what did you call me Westy?" you repeated your question more clearly.

"M-mom. But you look sad. I'm sorry if I made you sad, mommy. Please don't cry" he said softly, placing his small hands on your cheeks, tears had started welling up in your eyes.

"I'm not crying Westy, I just- You called me... mom" you almost whispered the last word.

"Yes" he said as if it was the most simple thing in the world "You are my mommy, right?" he asked looking at you with his baby eyes.

"I-I.." you hesitated to speak "I'm not your mommy West. Your mother is- your mother is Vicki, not me. I'm just-" you started speaking but West cut you off.

"But you could be, right?" he asked with hopeful eyes "You can be my mommy. If you want to. Do you?" he asked and you found yourself unable to speak.

"More than anything else sweet-y. I would love it more than anything else to have a child like you. More than anything..." you mumbled softly and looked down at your hands.

"But I'm not- I'm not your mother West and... I can't be" you said looking at the little boy's eyes.

"But- but why? Why can't you be? You-you take care of us. You take care of me and Maison, make us food and play with us. You put us to sleep. You do everything a mommy does, a-and you love us, right?" he asked and you nodded with a small, sad smile.

"I can't be your mother though" you mumbled.

"But w-we love you. I-I love you, a-and Maison loves you a-and even daddy- even daddy lo-" West started speaking only to be interrupted by Misha coughing.

"Ok time for you to sleep West. Let's not tire (Y/n) even more" he said clearing his throat.

He came towards you and West, picked him up and without even so glancing at you he mumbled something that sounded like "I'm putting him to sleep" and walked out of the bathroom.

You stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the direction they left.

What was West going to say if Misha had not interrupted him?

What did he mean?


Shaking your head to clear any thoughts off, you got up from the floor where you were sitting. You slowly got out of the bathroom and made your way towards West's and Maison's bedroom. Misha was getting out of it.

You stared at each other for a while, silence surrounding you. Until Misha broke it.

"You're wet" he said and you nodded.

"Your son's got me pretty much soaking wet" you mumbled with a small laugh and he did the same.

"I-I should get you a towel to dry your hair. You can also borrow some of my clothes too" he said and you gave a small nod.

"That would be much helpful, thanks"  you mumbled and he nodded with a small smile.

You followed him as he walked into his bedroom. You had to keep yourself from staring. You had gotten into his bedroom before but that was just a few times, not long enough to memorize anything, really.

"I think these will do" he said, breaking your trail of thoughts. He handed you a fluffy white towel, a shirt and some sweat pants and... were those his boxers?

You quickly averted your eyes from them, a blush creeping on your cheeks. You cleared your throat and looked up at him.

"Yeah, I uh thought that you would need them so... if you want to you wear them, if you don't want to you can just..." he trailed off and cleared his throat.

"No, i-it's ok" you mumbled and he nodded.

"I'll just... I'll just leave you to change then. Seems that you won't be getting anywhere tonight. So I'll just go crash by the guest room, you-you can have this room" he said with a small smile and made his way to the door.

"You- you don't have to. I will be ok with just sleeping on the couch, Misha" you  mumbled and he stopped, turning to look at you.

"No, no. It's ok, really. You just take my bed, I will be completely fine in the guest room" he said with a reassuring smile and you nodded slowly.

He gave you one final smile and turned to walk towards the door. You pursed your lips and hesitated for a while. Contemplating whether you should speak or not.

"Misha?" the name had left your mouth before you could stop yourself.

It was so low, though, that you really wished he hadn't heard you. Luck wasn't with your side, though.

"Yes?" he asked just as softly, turning to look at you.

You hesitated for a while but then decided to speak. It was now or never.

"What West said- What he tried to say, before you interrupted him I mean. What-" you started and Misha cut you off.

He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously "Don't mind him, ok?" he said and you looked at him, straight in the eyes, trying to mask the pain that you felt.

"H-he's just a kid, you know. He doesn't know what he's saying or what's really happening so, don't-don't really pay attention to him. He can't really understand what's happening or even what he's saying. He's just a kid." he said softly and you bit your lip, feeling your heart shatter at hearing him say all of these.

"Yeah, of course" you mumbled softly, a sad smile on your face.

He stared back at you, as you looked down at your hands. Opening and closing his mouth. He wanted more than anything to take everything back. Say something to make this up. He couldn't stand it. But just as he opened his mouth to speak, you cut him off.

You let out a dry laugh "Kids and their imagination" you mumbled softly and he frowned sadly.

"Anyway" you cleared your throat "Goodnight Misha, and thanks for the clothes" you said and forced a smile on your lips. Though your face was emotionless, your eyes dull of any emotion.

"Goodnight (Y/n)" he mumbled in a low and hoarse voice, after a long silence.

He slowly turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind him. He let out a shaky breath and leaned against the closed door, putting a hand over his eyes and clenching his teeth.

"Coward" he murmured angrily to himself. He removed himself from the door and made his way to the guest room, shaking his head.

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You let out a shaky breath as soon as he was out of the room.

You turned and walked towards the bed, laying there and and holding his clothes tightly in your arms. Burring your face in them and smelling Misha's cologne.

Tears were by now streaming down your face.

You turned side, so that you were laying on your right. Your eyes fell upon a framed picture on the nightstand. It was one of you, him and the kids. One you clearly remember taking during West's birthday.

More tears run down your cheeks and you averted your eyes from the photo. You clenched the clothes tightly to your body, bringing your knees closer to your body and curling up in ball.

You un-buried your face from the clothes, staring just at the wall opposite you.

"Oh Westy" you mumbled and closed your eyes, tears rolling.
Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader
Not lots of things to say about this.
I wanted to write a Misha x Reader story, just like I've written a couple Jensen x Reader. Next one should be Jared. Heh
Well, anyway, yes I know Misha is married but for the purpose of this he's divorced because, yeah, no way he would cheat on his wife.
Just to make it clear, Misha, West and Maison are used in this just like characters, just like I would use Dean, Sam or Castiel on others. So if anyone is bothered you re free to not read it. This is just a story after all.
Hope you like this~! xx'
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“Welcome, welcome, welcome” the woman with weird clothes and hair said through the microphone “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!” she said once again cheerfully.

You shook your head and looked down at your feet. How could ever anyone be happy about them? How? They were nothing but a death trap to whoever had the un-fortune to be chosen as a tribute. You clenched your fists and gritted your teeth in both anger and… fear. You were scared, not that you would be chosen, but that your sister, Katniss, would be the one to get chosen. She, along with your mother, was the only family you had left.

You glanced up and smiled at your sister that stood next to you, her hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you. You smiled weakly at her and she did the same. You both knew that there was no point in trying to pretend that everything was ok. Because nothing was ok.

You turned your head and looked at the side where the boys were lined up. You immediately spotted the eyes of your long-time best friend, Sam, and you felt yourself relax just a little bit. He always managed to make you feel less nervous in situations like this and every time you found yourself to be the luckiest girl to have such a good friend like him. You and Sam had gone through this many times but every time the feeling never changed. The feeling that was brought to you and every other person in the 12 districts by the Hunger Games. 

You nodded at Sam with a small smile as he did the same and you both turned to look back at the weird lady.

“I just love that!” she said once again way too cheerfully and you had a hard time not scoffing “Now-” she said again and you took in a sharp breath, knowing fully well what was to come “-The time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing district 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first.” she said and went to the big glass-boll on her left. Sticking her hand in it and taking a paper from it.

She took it and walked in front of the microphone. She unfolded it and you held your breath, fearing (as always) to hear the name that was written in it.

“Katniss Everdeen” she said and your eyes widened at hearing the name of your sister being called out. Your heart started beating rapidly and you felt everything around you freeze.

You shook your head and looked frantically around you once you realized that Katniss was no longer next to you.

“Katniss” you whispered looking around you “Katniss” you whispered once again until you finally spotted her walking towards the woman.

“No, Katniss no!” you screamed and without waiting you started running towards her direction.

The peacekeepers stopped you, holding you back by your arms. Katniss looked back at you with glistening eyes.

“No” you mouthed, shaking your head . She smiled bitterly at you and after shaking her head she turned and started walking again.

“I volunteer!” you screamed, making her stop dead in her tracks.

“I volunteer as a tribute!” you screamed again and this time the peacekeepers let you walk.

“Oh I believe we have a volunteer, Mr. Mayor” the woman said.

The peacekeepers let Katniss return and as you walked forward she enveloped you in her arms. You hugged her tightly and whispered “It’s ok, I’m alright. Don’t worry about me. Take care of mom, ok?” you said with a pained smile once you pulled away.

She was shaking her head, tears ready to fall “No” she whispered.

“No!” she screamed once again as the peacekeepers dragged her back in her line. She was you older sister and you knew fully well how she felt. Like it was her responsibility to take care of you and protect you, not the other way round. But here you were, sacrificing yourself to save your sister.

 “A dramatic turn of events here in district 12″ the woman said as you walked towards the stage. You bit your lip that was trembling and tried to compose yourself.

“What’s your name?” she asked once you were up on the stage, bring the microphone close to you.

“(Y/n) Everdeen” you said with no emotion.

“Well, I bet my hat that was your sister, wasn’t it?” she said and you gave a weak nod.

“Yes” you said.

“Let’s have a big applause for our very first volunteer, (Y/n) Everdeen” she said and clapped while everybody else merely raised their hands in salute.

You just stood there, looking around you at the people you were probably not going to see ever again in your life. The life that, you were sure, would end in the Hunger Game.

“And now for the boys” she said and proceeded to do the same thing.

She walked in front of the microphone again and unfolding the paper, she read the name in it…

“Sam Winchester”

If your heart was beating rapidly before, now it had stopped beating altogether. This could be happening. You could not believe it. You did not want to believe it. No, not Sam. Not Sammy. Not innocent, sweet Sammy. Not your best friend. You would not be able to compete against your best friend. You would not be able to… kill you best friend. No the mere thought made you want to scream and cry. Sam? Why did it have to be Sam. Why Sammy? You would never be able to do this… no, not to him. And even if you didn’t then… somebody else would. No. 

He meant so much to you. He was not only your friend. He was more. More than friend, more than family, more than somebody you cared for deeply… He was like Gale was to Katniss. You could not say it clearly yourself either but Sam… Sam meant a lot to you.

You did not want that. No, not Sam. Sam could not take part in the Hunger Games. Not now nor ever!

And… why would it have to be Sam? Why would Sam have to take part in those sick games? He did not deserve it. Sam did not-

“I volunteer!” a rough voice shouted from the boys’ side.

Sam had only taken a few steps but turned to see who had spoken up. He knew very well who it was, though, there was not doubt about it.

“I volunteer as a tribute!” the man that had raised his hand before, now stepped out of the line. People took a few steps back and away from him and you could see Sam shake his head.

“No, Dean no!” he protested and even though you could not see his face you were sure that the expression he had would be the most pain-filled one.

“Don’t worry” Sam hugged his brother “And don’t ever sign up your name, you know those sons of bitches ain’t worth it” Dean said again with a forced smile.

“No, Dean! No, don’t do this!” Sam grabbed his brother by his shirt, trying to stop him.

“You know it’s my job, Sammy” Dean said with a bitter smile and walked forward, the peacekeepers holding a screaming Sam back.

“My, now this is a turn of events!” the lady said ever so cheerfully “The two very first volunteers in the history of Hunger Games, here in district 12!” she added.

Dean walked up the few stairs to the stage, his jaw firmly set and his forest green eyes burning with anger and so many other emotions you couldn’t decipher.

“And what is your name?” she asked bringing the microphone closer to him.

“Dean Winchester, sweetheart” he said with a smirk and a wink to her but you could easily tell how it was all an act. It helped and you knew it. That was his way of trying to fight off the fear, just like yours was counting your breaths. In and out.

“Oh my” the woman laughed slightly, as if she was scandalized.

She cleared her throat and spoke “Well, go on you two, shake hands” she brought him and you closer and you extended your hand to meet his already extended one.

You averted your eyes up to his and for a moment you found yourself lost in them. The memory still there as if it was just yesterday that it happened.

You were cold and shivering from the pouring rain. You stood by a tree hugging your jacket closer to yourself as your eyes kept opening and closing. You were feeling dizzy, not being able to even remember when was the last time you ate something. You heard voices and your eyes barely opened to see what was happening. A man was shouting at another, younger one. No, not just a man. You knew him. It was John, John Winchester. You best friend’s father. You hadn’t met him in person, just seen him from afar and that was all. But it was not Sam that he was shouting to. No, this must have been… Sam’s brother. Dean, wasn’t it?

You saw him get out and slam the door behind him. He ran a hand through his hair as he threw some burned bread at the dogs that you knew, from Sam, they owned. He looked up and your eyes met. You stared at him for a while just like he did but you could not keep your eyes open for longer. They closed and your head fell, resting against the tree’s truck. You stood like that for a while until you felt something fall over you and something else being placed in your hands. You opened your eyes just slightly only to come face to face with Dean. His green orbs looking at you intensely. You looked down at yourself and saw a brown leather jacket being draped over your shoulders and loaf of bread in your hands. 

You looked up at him and saw him have a soft smile on his face. You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by another voice.

“Dean, get your ass back in here!” it was John’s voice.

Dean looked behind him mumbling something sounded like “Damn it!” through gritted teeth. He turned to look back at you as if he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth and turned, running towards where he had come from. He looked back at you once he had opened the door and you allowed yourself to smile as you saw him walk in.

That was the first and last time you had seen Dean from close… until today of course. Sure he was Sam’s brother and you hanged out a lot with Sam but other than the few things Sam had gotten to tell you about him, you actually didn’t know the guy.

As it seemed, though, you would get to know him very well pretty soon.

“Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!” the woman said, snapping you just a little bit from your trail of thoughts.

Here we go you thought.


A/N: Was kinda bored and since I had this uploaded on my tumblr I said why not uploading it here.
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“Welcome, welcome, welcome” the woman with weird clothes and hair said through the microphone “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!” she said once again cheerfully.

You shook your head and looked down at your feet. How could ever anyone be happy about them? How? They were nothing but a death trap to whoever had the un-fortune to be chosen as a tribute. You clenched your fists and gritted your teeth in both anger and… fear. You were scared, not that you would be chosen, but that your sister, Katniss, would be the one to get chosen. She, along with your mother, was the only family you had left.

You glanced up and smiled at your sister that stood next to you, her hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you. You smiled weakly at her and she did the same. You both knew that there was no point in trying to pretend that everything was ok. Because nothing was ok.

You turned your head and looked at the side where the boys were lined up. You immediately spotted the eyes of your long-time best friend, Sam, and you felt yourself relax just a little bit. He always managed to make you feel less nervous in situations like this and every time you found yourself to be the luckiest girl to have such a good friend like him. You and Sam had gone through this many times but every time the feeling never changed. The feeling that was brought to you and every other person in the 12 districts by the Hunger Games. 

You nodded at Sam with a small smile as he did the same and you both turned to look back at the weird lady.

“I just love that!” she said once again way too cheerfully and you had a hard time not scoffing “Now-” she said again and you took in a sharp breath, knowing fully well what was to come “-The time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing district 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first.” she said and went to the big glass-boll on her left. Sticking her hand in it and taking a paper from it.

She took it and walked in front of the microphone. She unfolded it and you held your breath, fearing (as always) to hear the name that was written in it.

“Katniss Everdeen” she said and your eyes widened at hearing the name of your sister being called out. Your heart started beating rapidly and you felt everything around you freeze.

You shook your head and looked frantically around you once you realized that Katniss was no longer next to you.

“Katniss” you whispered looking around you “Katniss” you whispered once again until you finally spotted her walking towards the woman.

“No, Katniss no!” you screamed and without waiting you started running towards her direction.

The peacekeepers stopped you, holding you back by your arms. Katniss looked back at you with glistening eyes.

“No” you mouthed, shaking your head . She smiled bitterly at you and after shaking her head she turned and started walking again.

“I volunteer!” you screamed, making her stop dead in her tracks.

“I volunteer as a tribute!” you screamed again and this time the peacekeepers let you walk.

“Oh I believe we have a volunteer, Mr. Mayor” the woman said.

The peacekeepers let Katniss return and as you walked forward she enveloped you in her arms. You hugged her tightly and whispered “It’s ok, I’m alright. Don’t worry about me. Take care of mom, ok?” you said with a pained smile once you pulled away.

She was shaking her head, tears ready to fall “No” she whispered.

“No!” she screamed once again as the peacekeepers dragged her back in her line. She was you older sister and you knew fully well how she felt. Like it was her responsibility to take care of you and protect you, not the other way round. But here you were, sacrificing yourself to save your sister.

 “A dramatic turn of events here in district 12″ the woman said as you walked towards the stage. You bit your lip that was trembling and tried to compose yourself.

“What’s your name?” she asked once you were up on the stage, bring the microphone close to you.

“(Y/n) Everdeen” you said with no emotion.

“Well, I bet my hat that was your sister, wasn’t it?” she said and you gave a weak nod.

“Yes” you said.

“Let’s have a big applause for our very first volunteer, (Y/n) Everdeen” she said and clapped while everybody else merely raised their hands in salute.

You just stood there, looking around you at the people you were probably not going to see ever again in your life. The life that, you were sure, would end in the Hunger Game.

“And now for the boys” she said and proceeded to do the same thing.

She walked in front of the microphone again and unfolding the paper, she read the name in it…

“Sam Winchester”

If your heart was beating rapidly before, now it had stopped beating altogether. This could be happening. You could not believe it. You did not want to believe it. No, not Sam. Not Sammy. Not innocent, sweet Sammy. Not your best friend. You would not be able to compete against your best friend. You would not be able to… kill you best friend. No the mere thought made you want to scream and cry. Sam? Why did it have to be Sam. Why Sammy? You would never be able to do this… no, not to him. And even if you didn’t then… somebody else would. No. 

He meant so much to you. He was not only your friend. He was more. More than friend, more than family, more than somebody you cared for deeply… He was like Gale was to Katniss. You could not say it clearly yourself either but Sam… Sam meant a lot to you.

You did not want that. No, not Sam. Sam could not take part in the Hunger Games. Not now nor ever!

And… why would it have to be Sam? Why would Sam have to take part in those sick games? He did not deserve it. Sam did not-

“I volunteer!” a rough voice shouted from the boys’ side.

Sam had only taken a few steps but turned to see who had spoken up. He knew very well who it was, though, there was not doubt about it.

“I volunteer as a tribute!” the man that had raised his hand before, now stepped out of the line. People took a few steps back and away from him and you could see Sam shake his head.

“No, Dean no!” he protested and even though you could not see his face you were sure that the expression he had would be the most pain-filled one.

“Don’t worry” Sam hugged his brother “And don’t ever sign up your name, you know those sons of bitches ain’t worth it” Dean said again with a forced smile.

“No, Dean! No, don’t do this!” Sam grabbed his brother by his shirt, trying to stop him.

“You know it’s my job, Sammy” Dean said with a bitter smile and walked forward, the peacekeepers holding a screaming Sam back.

“My, now this is a turn of events!” the lady said ever so cheerfully “The two very first volunteers in the history of Hunger Games, here in district 12!” she added.

Dean walked up the few stairs to the stage, his jaw firmly set and his forest green eyes burning with anger and so many other emotions you couldn’t decipher.

“And what is your name?” she asked bringing the microphone closer to him.

“Dean Winchester, sweetheart” he said with a smirk and a wink to her but you could easily tell how it was all an act. It helped and you knew it. That was his way of trying to fight off the fear, just like yours was counting your breaths. In and out.

“Oh my” the woman laughed slightly, as if she was scandalized.

She cleared her throat and spoke “Well, go on you two, shake hands” she brought him and you closer and you extended your hand to meet his already extended one.

You averted your eyes up to his and for a moment you found yourself lost in them. The memory still there as if it was just yesterday that it happened.

You were cold and shivering from the pouring rain. You stood by a tree hugging your jacket closer to yourself as your eyes kept opening and closing. You were feeling dizzy, not being able to even remember when was the last time you ate something. You heard voices and your eyes barely opened to see what was happening. A man was shouting at another, younger one. No, not just a man. You knew him. It was John, John Winchester. You best friend’s father. You hadn’t met him in person, just seen him from afar and that was all. But it was not Sam that he was shouting to. No, this must have been… Sam’s brother. Dean, wasn’t it?

You saw him get out and slam the door behind him. He ran a hand through his hair as he threw some burned bread at the dogs that you knew, from Sam, they owned. He looked up and your eyes met. You stared at him for a while just like he did but you could not keep your eyes open for longer. They closed and your head fell, resting against the tree’s truck. You stood like that for a while until you felt something fall over you and something else being placed in your hands. You opened your eyes just slightly only to come face to face with Dean. His green orbs looking at you intensely. You looked down at yourself and saw a brown leather jacket being draped over your shoulders and loaf of bread in your hands. 

You looked up at him and saw him have a soft smile on his face. You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by another voice.

“Dean, get your ass back in here!” it was John’s voice.

Dean looked behind him mumbling something sounded like “Damn it!” through gritted teeth. He turned to look back at you as if he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth and turned, running towards where he had come from. He looked back at you once he had opened the door and you allowed yourself to smile as you saw him walk in.

That was the first and last time you had seen Dean from close… until today of course. Sure he was Sam’s brother and you hanged out a lot with Sam but other than the few things Sam had gotten to tell you about him, you actually didn’t know the guy.

As it seemed, though, you would get to know him very well pretty soon.

“Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!” the woman said, snapping you just a little bit from your trail of thoughts.

Here we go you thought.


A/N: Was kinda bored and since I had this uploaded on my tumblr I said why not uploading it here.

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