Hey There! I Was Wondering If You Can Tag Me On The Accident? I Loved It So Much And I Adore Your Writings💙💙

I can’t understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there’s already so much pain in the world.

Stephen King (via quotemadness)

Hey I just found ur account and I've literally just say and read your work for ages it's truly amazing ❤️ I was just wondering if I could be added to ur tag list if possible cuz I really do wanna keep up with your work ❤️

Yes I will definitely tag you in my fics!! And thank you so much for reading them 😊❤❤

What hurts us is cumulative. It happens over time. We abosrb blow after blow, shock after shock, painful hit after hit. But even then, even if we know exactly how we got here, it doesn’t mean we can fix it. You can’t heal every wound, and that’s okay. I have to believe it’s okay. I have to believe that even if something seems like it cannot be fixed, it doesn’t mean it’s broken.

April Kepner, Grey’s Anatomy (via goddessofpenis)

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

T. S. Eliot (via quotemadness)

Could I be tagged in your !sister Winchester fics? I just found your stories and I love them!

Oh yes definitely!!! And thank you so much for reading them 😍

Midnight Talks

Characters/Pairings: Sam x Sister!Reader, Dean x Sister!Reader Warnings: None, I don’t think. But there is fluff! Word Count: 502 A/N: I know this is kinda short but I thought it was pretty cute! Anyways remember requests are open!! Please feel free to send anything in. (gif isn’t mine) Also I’m writing this at 12:30am, maybe I should go to bed but I probably won’t oops.

It was taking forever for you to fall asleep. You kept on tossing and turning, and your mind was wandering off to places you didn’t want to go. So you did the only thing that you knew would help you fall asleep.

Your feet found their way to Sam’s room. Gently, you knocked on the door, hoping you weren’t bothering him. You were surprised when the door opened and Sam’s head peeked out. His face softened when he saw you. “Hey (Y/N), everything okay?” he asked, voice still heavy with sleep.

You shrugged and looked down at the floor. “I can’t sleep. Can I… Can I stay with you?” 

“Yeah, of course. Come on.” You followed Sam into his room and laid down on the bed with him, snuggling into his side under the covers. 

“Sammy?” He hummed in response. “Am I a burden to you and Dean?” you asked softly.

“No,” he answered immediately. “(Y/N), you’re our little sister, of course you’re not a burden to us. We love you. Why would you ask something like that?” 

A smile appeared on your face at his words, “I love you guys too. It’s just that– I feel like sometimes Dean doesn’t want me around. Especially on hunts. It’s probably just because I slow you guys down, isn’t it?” 

 Sam shook his head, and then remembered you couldn’t see him in the dark. “Why would you – No, that’s not why. He doesn’t want you to tag along with us because – he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.” 

You laughed. “But he knows I can take care of myself, right? I mean, I’ve gone on hunts with you guys before. Not that I’m as good a hunter as you guys, but…” 

“He knows. It’s just… I think he also wants you to have the most normal life you can. Especially since we found the bunker and have a place we can call home now… He never really wanted you to be involved in the hunting life anyways. He was afraid he would loose you just like he lost dad. Dean thinks of you more as a daughter, you know. Don’t tell him I told you that.” 

Stunned, you struggled to find the words to respond. “Oh… I–I didn’t think… I didn’t…” You trailed off into silence, unsure of what to say. 

“Hey, why don’t you try to sleep, okay bug? It’s pretty late.” 

You yawned, suddenly feeling tired. “Yeah, okay…” Not long after that you went out like a light.

The next morning you and Sam had woken up earlier than Dean, which was no surprise. You were sitting at the kitchen table, Sam drinking his coffee and you eating breakfast, when Dean walked in. “Morni–” Before Dean could finish you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly, making him stumble back. He caught his footing and pulled you in for a hug. “Hey kiddo. Everything alright?” 

You smiled, pressing your face into his flannel shirt “Yeah. Everything’s great. Love you Dean.” 

Dean squeezed you tighter and looked over at Sam. Sam just smiled back at him and shrugged. “Love you too, kid,” Dean whispered.

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do a doc where Sam and Dean have a sister (middle child) who hunts but not withe boys, she has a motorcycle and gets into a really bad accident and goes into a coma? I would like it if she was paralyzed or dies? You don’t have to but I would really appreciate it!

I shall definitely do this! I might have a few more questions about the story though.

Hello could you do Winchester x sister reader. The Winchester brothers always neglected their little sister R and they didn't mean it but the R felt she feels unloved. When they finally find the yellow demon, instead of John killed its the R who made a deal to save her family and killed. Before the reader killed, she went to Dean and John's room and even Sam to say goodbye before she passed away.Later the boys find out through her diary and they we're devastated and guilty. Angsty &tragedy pls

Yeah sure !! It's such a greattt theme. I would love to do it !

Happy Diwali folks !

Can you add me to your 'the accident' tag list please? Thank you 😊

Yes I will definitely tag you!