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Coming Out (Supernatural boys x Genderqueer!readerComing Out (Supernatural boys x Genderqueer!reader by pepsicola56
A/N: The reader in this will be genderqueer, just so you know
You swallowed hard as you walk into the room kitchen where the three boys sat. Taking a deep breath, you sat down at the old table, across from Sam and beside Cas. Dean was eating what looked like apple pie while Sam typed on his laptop. Cas smiles gently at you as you set your sketchbook down; you smile nervously back.
“Something wrong, kid?” Dean asks, looking up from his plate. All three of them are looking at you now. You almost want to say “No, no I’m fine.” But this is something you need to say.
“Um… I actually have something to tell you guys.” You finally spit out, twirling your hoodies drawstring around your finger. “I-I’m… uh... actually genderqueer, guys” The silence hung in the and you couldn’t bear to look up from your lap, fearing the inevitable rejection you earned from your old friends and family, back before you became a hu
Princess (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader)Princess (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader) by ThunderofShadow
Princess ( Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader)
a/n: Apparently people love Daddy!Dean ( I do too). So my lovely watchers... More Daddy!Dean for you. This time a little different. At first I actually planned to do a James Moriarty x Reader x Sherlock Holmes One-short but I had no idea how... and when people asked for another Daddy!Dean I just had to write it... I truly hope you like it ° ^° (It's a little short – I'm sorry)
Holding you for the first time was like magic to Dean. At first he had refused – telling your mother that he couldn't risk to hurt you – that he truly feared to touch you with those hands – hands that had killed so many. Although most of them were demons – he just didn't want to touch that tiny innocent human with those filthy hands. Your mother had smiled softly and handed you to him – declining all of his protests and then – when he finally held you he looked at you with awe and adoration as if you were
I'll show him! ( Dean x Daughter!Reader)I'll show him! ( Dean x Daughter!Reader) by ThunderofShadow
I'll show him! ( Dean x Daughter!Reader)
a/n: Warning: swearing (it's Dean – so it's okay... I mean... c'mon guys! It's Dean Winchester)
Dean Winchester had never been the best Dad – he knew it. He wasn't there when you said your first word – when you started to walk and he wasn't there for you when you got bullied in school. He was never there when you needed him – always on cases with his brother.
For some time you even thought he had forgotten about you – about his other family. That was until your mother got killed shortly after your sweet sixteen.
You told your father that it was his fault – that she died because he had only thought about the safety of his brother – your uncle. That evening was the first time in your life that you saw Dean Winchester crying. He told you he was sorry – that he just wished for you and your mum to have a perfect life – a life without danger – a life away from the family business. He regrette
[GIFT] Reader x Jake: Love for guns[GIFT] Reader x Jake: Love for guns by timaeus-godhead
Gift for YuRiMiKkI~
"Jake, please! Hurry it up!" You yelled, as you stood at a distance away from Jake.
For the whole afternoon, you stood and witnessed the man at his shooting practice. Every day he'd visit to make your backyard his shooting ground
On the multiple trees hung bright red targets, on the branches and the bark.
You stood near the front door with your hands covering your ears to muffle the sounds of the shooting.
You scrunched your nose to see Jake continuously shooting at the multiple targets, and seeing he didn't cease to stop.
"Jake, can you come inside now? The neighbors must be getting frightened!" you exclaimed.
Jake glanced over his shoulder and paused his shooting.
"What do you mean, come inside? I'm just getting started!" he shouted.
Before you could respond he instantly continued to shoot at the multiple targets.
With a roll of your eyes you left back inside into your home. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose of irritation.