''goodnight sammy''


You heard the shuffle of bare feet on the tile behind you and looked up to see Sam in the doorway. He paused at the threshold.

“Hey,” he said, brushing a hand back through his long hair. “You’re still up. I thought maybe you had already gone to bed.”

You gave him a small smile, straightening up from the file in front of you. “I’m still up.”

He looked a little unsure of what to say next, but he wandered a few steps closer and his eyes fell on the papers in front of you. “Still working?” he said.

You nodded and turned back to stare at your page of scribbled notes. “Yeah. Just hoping something jumps out at me.”

Sam considered you quietly. Your eyelashes fluttered as you read your own scrawling handwriting for what must have been the thousandth time. “I’m sure it will,” he said gently. There was a pink glow in your cheeks, most likely from the cup of hot tea sitting close at hand, wafting spirals of steam into the air.

You turned your eyes back to Sam and felt a flutter in your chest at the warmth you saw in his eyes, so focused on you. “Thanks, Sam.” He only continued to peer at you, his lips parting as if he was about to speak but he ended up only letting out a slightly nervous (and very endearing) laugh.

“Right…” he anxiously rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, unsure of anything else worthwhile to say to you. “Well, I’ll let you get back to–yeah…” He cleared his throat awkwardly and you puzzled at his nervousness doing your best to put him at ease with a kind smile.

“RIght,” you said, nodding. “…So, you’re heading to bed then?” You said, thinking how this had become an unexpected new routine with the two of you. 

“Yeah. Yeah,” he nodded, not entirely ready to take his eyes off you, but knowing he had nothing left to say. “Goodnight,” he added, giving you another smile. He breezed out of the room before you could reply and you were forced to give your ‘goodnight’ to the empty kitchen and the gentle currents of empty air left in his wake.

anonymous asked:

Hey so I'm not looking for a specific fic but I kinda wanna read something where younger season 1-3 Sam and Dean take care of older world weary later seasons Sam and Dean so if u know any fics like that I would really appreciate it.

Well to answer your question…


Originally posted by coffeespooks

Ones that kinda…sorta…not really but…fit your ask….

Originally posted by cliffordsgal

The 10 Year Wait   by razielimSam travels back in time and learns something new about his brother.

A man with his insides out and his outsides off by: britomart_is They say there are only two stories in the world: man goes on a journey, and stranger comes to town.

No Time by  AmyPond45As soon as he caught the eye of the most gorgeous man in the room – hell, the most gorgeous man in any room – right there in the mirror over the bar, the look of loss and longing in his eyes should have tipped Dean off. Should have sent him running for the hills.        

You Can’t Go Home Again by AmyPond45 Sam and Dean discover evidence that they time-traveled to 1983 to help their Dad and their younger selves right after their mother died. Then things get complicated.      

Barely if at all fit…..

Originally posted by sabishiishoujo

A Brief Moment in Time by   Annie46fic   Dean’s death was caused by the Mark of Cain.  Sam decides to go back to a time before all of this started.  After finding a suitable spell he finds himself back in Truman High, and goes hunting for Dean who is now the younger brother.  Posing as a janitor Sam finds Dean, but can he change things for good this time?  Or will everything go to hell?        

Dream a Little Dream by tir_synniThe last thing Dean remembered was Bobby’s yard. The next thing he knew, his dad and brother were there, and he was screaming.

These are the Places I’ve Been By: goodnight-sammy Waking up on a motel floor with a gun to your head is not particularly comforting, let me tell you. Especially when that gun belongs to your dead father, and you somehow made your way to 1993 overnight. OR In which Sam wakes up in 1993 and decides that Time Travel sucks. Set in early season 8 (after Southern Comfort), back when the brothers were still fighting. Rated T for language

To End Your SufferingBy: MissAnnThropic The forest was bombarded with a blinding light. When it faded, Dean stared down at the body before him. It was Sam, Dean knew, but only because Dean remembered what Sam had looked like at four years old.

Time Travel’s a Bitch  by wilddragonflyingSo a fifteen-year-old Sammy shows up in the bunker. That’s not exactly a good thing; it brings back memories for both Dean and Sam. So, of course it’s all Gabriel’s fault.              

To the Moon and Back By: Scarlett7   Seeking some relief from Season 9? Here you go. Angst, brotherly love and even some Weechesters! Set right after “The Purge”. Sam’s anger towards Dean has been lingering for days. But when a 5 year old version of Sam shows up at their door, both boys will learn a lesson about what it means to be a Winchester brother.

Under a Haystack by Janissa11 A curse leaves Sam with a very different version of Dean.

You Can’t Go Home Again by AmyPond45 Sam and Dean discover evidence that they time-traveled to 1983 to help their Dad and their younger selves right after their mother died. Then things get complicated.

Doesn’t fit but are Time Travel Fics

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

Come to Leave Me  by raziella He just wanted to change some things - go back and redo the parts that lead to this. He didn’t expect to end up here.        

Future Tense by selecasharpWhile on a case, Sam and Dean are given a vision of the future - a future in which they’ve stopped the apocalypse and are now, apparently, involved. Dean’s convinced that it’s another trick and insists that they forget it, but Sam can’t let it - any of it - go.

He is the Wind in the Door by rivers_bend   sequel to TJTBATW John has dumped Dean and Sam in Georgia for the summer while he goes to Louisiana. Meanwhile, fourteen years in the future, Sam is searching an old hotel. He gets sucked back in time and lands at his brother’s feet.

It’s the Blueprint of Your Life by queenkluSam jerks awake in the middle of the night and everything goes to hell. Well, not literally, though Dean is staring down the barrel of less than a year before his deal comes due. In the midst of dealing (or not dealing) with his impending death, a killer ghost ship, and Bela showing up out of the blue, Dean also has to figure out what’s going on in Sam’s head to make him so twitchy, why he’s suddenly breezing through this case while writing endless notes in a notebook he won’t let Dean see. Damn it, Dean thinks, This is gonna take a lot of chickflick moments.

The Jerk, the Bitch, and the Wardrobe by rivers_bend   While searching an old hotel, Sam gets sucked back in time and lands at his brother’s feet.

Jump to the Left by insomnia_geekTakes place immediately at the end of 5x14 My Bloody Valentine. Help comes in many forms. Dean should’ve been more specific what he was asking for.

Ne obliviscaris - Never Forget by wiccaqueen Dean Winchester, whose mother and baby brother died at the hands of a demon over two decades ago, finds himself traveling back in time to 18th century Scotland. There, while trying to navigate the rugged Highlands and foreign customs, Dean meets with a unique group of men - a clan of hunters. But even more intriguing is the young Highlander Samuel Campbell and the role he plays in Dean’s fate.

Quantum Sammy by mari4212 How do you get around an unbreakable deal?

Rewritten   by Fangirl-Jess   Sam was a having a tough day as it is, trying to cure your demon brother while he’s trying to kill you wasn’t enough now he’s in 2006 with his brother just after their father deal and death; before Bobby’s,Jo’s , Ellen’s, Ash’s and many more deaths; before Cas and the angels; before the cage; before the apocalypse; before Dean’s deals. Will Sam and Dean try to change the future ?

The Road Home by sinestrated   When a routine hunt suddenly goes sour, Dean finds himself in an alternate dimension where he and Sam have apparently been involved for some time. Getting back won’t be easy, especially when they discover that doing so will come at a terrifyingly high price.

Seeing Double by butterflywrites After the events of Dark Side of the Moon, Sam and Dean again get drunk, pass out, and wake up to find two people in their motel room. This time, it’s their younger selves, from not long after Christmas 1991, and they have to figure out how to get the kids back to the right time.

Skinning Schrodinger’s Cat  by lyra_wing 23-year-old Sam pays a visit to 22-year-old Dean. Idea came about when I was thinking – older Sam and younger Dean, and CRAP, that’d be way hot. Yes.

The Time Traveler’s Brother by AmyPond45 Dean’s life is turned upside down the night his mother dies. But that’s also the night a mysterious grown-up version of Dean’s brother first appears in his life. While Dean grows up, “Old Sam” is often there, especially when Dean’s father isn’t. As Dean learns what the future holds, he begins to question everything his father has taught him about who he is and what he is supposed to become. Can Dean find a way to save his little brother from his own future?

When You Have To Go There   by ciaan  
Written for the blindfold_spn prompt: “Present Sam time travels and comes face to face with a 15 year old Dean. Toppy!Sam/Needy!Dean.”

your breath on my neck like a music that holds my hands downby locknkey Sometimes the job takes Sam and Dean further than they’d ever planned to go. Time and space are no barriers when Sam is in danger.

2 a.m.

The familiar tone of a facetime call rang from your phone across the room, and you smiled at the name that appeared on the screen before you answered, taking a second to connect.

“baby girl” Sammy smiled seeing your face on his screen.

“hi babe” you smiled, walking over to your bed and laying down.

“how’s my girl?” he asked.

“good. just missing you, but what’s new?”

see, you were at your parents for a small vacation. You lived in L.A. attending the art school of your dreams, and your family lived in Miami. You had a break from school, so you had decided to go home for the month, mostly cause you missed your family so much.

Your parents were glad to have you home, knowing once you finished school you would be staying out there permanently. And they knew how serious you and Sammy were and your parents absolutely adored him, and your little sister had the biggest crush on him, but she was 12, and you were 21, so you weren’t too worried, plus Sammy found it adorable.

You and Sammy had been together nearly 3 years now, and your whole family loved him. So much. He was actually flying out for the last week of your stay a your parents so he could see your family, but also see you. When you had left he had been doing a small tour stopping in only 13 cities along the west coast, so he was gone for 3 weeks before, and now you had to go three more without seeing him, his tour ending three days after you had left.

“awe don’t worry babe, I’ll be there tomorrow!” Sammy smiled, switching the camera to his suitcase he had packed.

“I know! I can’t wait” you smiled, biting your lip.

You and Sammy talked a bit more, just about the plans for the week he was here. Your family wanted to take you guys out to dinner one night, and your dad wanted one afternoon with him reserved to watch the game, and your little sister Raelyn wanted to go to the beach at least once. For a little 12 year old she was surprisingly smart, talking about how she’d get to see his ‘hot bod’ there.

You didn’t care, you just couldn’t wait to be in his presence. You didn’t even go this long without seeing him when he was on tour. You weren’t clingy by any means, you were actually pretty chill and laid back, but it’s been nearly a month since you’ve seen him.


You had set an alarm, because Sammy said his flight was supposed to land at noon, so you set your alarm for 9 so you could get ready and everything and then go get him from the airport.

unfortunately for you, you didn’t wake up to your alarm. In fact, you woke up before it…Raelyn had this habit of always coming into your room and waking you up. Usually she wanted you to help her coordinate her outfit, or sometimes she even wanted you to take her somewhere.

So when you felt someone shaking your arm you were kinda annoyed. You knew she was doing this because she wanted to go with you to the airport, and she always got over excited about stuff like that so she would always wake you up early.

“Rae…Just give me 5 more minutes” you muttered into the pillow, but the shaking didn’t stop.

“Rae” you groaned, turning to finally look at her.

“what?” she asked, a sweet smile on her face.

“just give me like 5 more minutes” you pleaded.

“fine” she rolled her eyes, getting up and walking out of your room.

you laid in bed and couldn’t fall back asleep. You were too excited to finally see Sammy in what felt like ever. 5 minutes later though, Raelyn walked back in and you got out of bed, deciding to shower in your en suite to get ready.

30 minutes later you were out of the shower and had just thrown on an outfit.

You had walked out into your room taking the towel to your hair to get it dry when the door opened.

You whipped your head towards the door while speaking “don’t you ever kno-Sammy!?” you stopped yourself.

In your doorway was Sammy, a smile plastered on his face.

“hey babe” 

You didn’t even say anything but ran over to him and jumped into his arms.

“what are you doing here?” you muttered into his neck, where you had buried your head.

“I got an early flight. I wanted to surprise you and your dad got me from the airport this morning” he chuckled a bit, walking towards your bed and plopping down on top of you.

You smiled up at him. It didn’t matter that you two had been together for three years. You fell for him harder and harder everyday. You knew that he was the boy that you were going to marry when the time came. You two were crazy for one another, everyone could see it.

“I love you” you muttered.

“I love you too babe” he smiled, leaning down and placing his lips onto yours softly.


Sammy’s been with you now for 3 days, but you feel like you have barely seen him. Of course, he’s been spending time with your family, which you didn’t mind, you found it adorable they all got along so well. You’re just kind of irritated.

You wanted alone time with Sammy. Lately you’ve been feeling rather sexually frusturated. The last time you had had sex was nearly two months ago. You had went to see Sammy on his tour and you two had a quickie before he went on stage, and then after the show you guys had went out for drinks with everyone.

And you planned that tonight you could finally have some alone time. everyone had went out to dinner, and you thought when you got home you two could be alone, but Raelyn and her friend Carson wanted to play apples to apples, which you guys did, because they were practically begging Sammy.

At around 11, you decided you were going to bed, cause clearly you wouldn’t be getting anything tonight, your little sister and her friend had practically stolen your boyfriend.

You said goodnight, to which Sammy said he’d be up in a bit, and you headed off to bed. Putting on one of Sammy’s nebraska tee shirts he gave you a long time ago, and your panties, you laid in bed, and within 15 minutes you were asleep.


you were moaning out his name as he filled you up. It had felt like it had been forever since he had been inside you, and you loved it. It felt so good, him sliding in and out of you slowly. You were close. So close. Clenching around him moaning out his name as his lips captured yours to keep you quiet. you were about to cum


your eyes shot open. Looking around you realized you were dreaming. Of course. Looking beside you you saw the time was 2:05 in the morning. Looking next to you you saw Sammy sleeping.

If you hadn’t been so sexually frusturated the past month and a half, you probably wouldn’t have had that dream. If you weren’t horny earlier, you definitely were now.

Nudging Sammy a bit and muttering his name.


“hmmmm” he hummed into his pillow.

“babe…wake up” you spoke. You didn’t care it was 2 in the morning. You needed it.

A groan was Sammy’s response, but nevertheless he turned and sat up a bit, one eye open and looking at you.

“yes?” he asked.

“I love you” you smiled.

“you didn’t wake me up to tell me you love me…what’s up?” he asked, sitting up fully, his back against the headboard.

“but I do love you” you spoke, crawling over him a bit so you were straddling him. “you know that right?” you asked, your hands on his shoulders as you looked in his eyes.

“of course. I love you too” he muttered, his voice still raspy from just waking up.

You smiled and leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Pecking his lips several times before trailing your kisses along his jaw and making your way to his neck.

“babe…w-what are you doing” he asked, as gave him a little love bite before making your way back to his lips.

“I just love you a lot” you muttered against his skin before your lips were back on his.

Sammy’s hands were on your hips as you started to make out with him, slowly starting to grind on him. Sammy let out a little chuckle and pulled away from the kiss, causing you to look at him.

“you did not wake me up at 2 a.m. because you were in the mood” he laughed, looking at you.

“Sammy” you whined, throwing your head back. “it’s been forever” you admitted when you looked back at him.

“really?” he asked a light chuckle coming from him. “this couldn’t wait until later?”

“Sammy. It’s been over a month. I need you” you spoke, pouting your lip and giving him your puppy dog eyes.

Sammy shook his head and rolled his eyes before wrapping you up in his arms and rolling the two of you over so he was on top of you. Looking into one another’s eyes, he let out a little chuckle before he smashed his lips on yours.

He started to grind into you, feeling the small little bulge he had in his boxers against your core made you 10 times hornier, finally feeling him even if it was through clothes.

Both of you were turned on. Sammy didn’t realize how bad he had wanted, or needed you actually. In a matter of minutes you were left in just Sammy’s old shirt, and he was naked, laying back on your bed as you crawled back up to him, licking your lips with a satisfied smiled on your face.

“god, I forgot how good you were at that” he let out a little laugh as you moved to straddle him. You smiled at him as you hovered above his cock, reaching down, ready to remove your shirt.

“no…keep it on, you look sexy as fuck in my clothes”

You let go of the shirt and reached down and grabbed Sammy’s dick, aligning the tip with your entrance and slowly sinking down on it, throwing your head back as he filled you up.

You started to rock your hips back and forth, grinding on him slowly. His hands on your waist as he started to guide you, increasing your speed. 

It was passionate, and you loved it. Sex with Sammy always was. He made you feel so good. He pleased you in ways no man ever had before.

You had started to ‘bounce’ on him, your pace quickening, and the sound of your guys’ skin hitting filling the room. You bit your lip to hold in your moans, but they still fell from your throat. 

Sammy flipped the two of you over, you looking up at him now as he pounded into you. Pushing your shirt up just enough to expose your boobs, watching them with each thrust as they bounced up and down.

Your back arched up off the mattress as you bit your lip. You wanted to scream out his name. You were so close.

Sammy was grunting with each thrust, getting sloppier and you let out a loud moan, Sammy’s eyes going wide, realizing it was 2:30 in the morning, and you had nearly screamed.

Sammy reached down, running his finger against your lip, you opening up and him slipping a finger into your mouth, you immediately sucking on it. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head.

You clenched around Sammy, knowing you were close. Sammy removed his finger and reached down and started rubbing your clit as he thrusted into you.

You moaned out as you came, your body convulsing and you seeing stars. Sammy rode out your high as he got closer to his. You knew he was close as he started to get sloppier, and he had also sorta fallen on top of you and was moaning into your ear.

You started talking to him as he tried to reach his release.

“Sammy” you whined in his ear “please cum in me” you muttered.

Sammy let out an almost growl in your ear, losing his control he bit down on your shoulder as he came, filling you up.

Riding out his high, he rolled off you with a huff.

“god” he breathed out. “you were right” he let out a little chuckle.

“right” you let out a little giggle, snuggling into him, and pecking his lips.

“I’m not even mad you woke me up at 2 am for that” Sammy laughed, wrapping his arms around you and the two of you falling asleep.


I got so freaking stuck on this, so I just… I wunged it… Less than ten minutes to go until midnight, folks. I feel like a journalist or some shit.

This is for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer’s Sammy Says joint Challenge, and my prompts were:
8. “Dude, maybe let’s not touch anything until we figure out if this stuff wants to kill us or not.”
14. “I’ve got genital herpes.”

I’m actually so fucking proud of this… so thanks to these lovely, lovely gals - of whose blogs I roam daily! - for making and accepting me into this challenge!! 😊

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean, some chicks

Summary: Witches be crazy.

Warnings: So many cusses. And also there may be some dildos, strictly non sexual tho. ;D

*Edit* I felt like I should add this: umbrella loss. if loosing umbrellas triggers you; please! read no further. 

It was almost business as usual - location: backwater hick town; weather condition: rainy, miserable, cold.

It was what brought us here that really had me interested, though.

The bodies were covered in herpes.

Like, no joke - covered in herpes.

Sam called it “cold sores”, but when we got to the morticians at the hospital and had to put on those hazmat suits to see the bodies?

That shit was straight up herpes.
Dean was on my side.

Sam still called ‘em cold sores, though.
Sore loser, I say.

Right off the bat, we suspected witches.

There was a “book club” of about twenty women who were openly ridiculed for their books of preference - witchcraft and old lady book-smut; unsurprisingly.

There was bound to be a little bit of resentment in that little town of Bentfork.

No, I’m not shitting you; that’s the name of the town.
But, I digress.

After learning each of the names of the women in the group - the folk’s in this town were more than happy to throw them under the bus - Sam, Dean and I all split up.

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Old friends (4/?)

Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: Sexual situations/ tension ( Kinda.)  swearing, drama, angst.


    After about an hour, everyone calls it a night and heads to their own level of the tower. It’s already almost 3 a.m, so you turn to Sam and put on your best puppy dog eyes.

“Sammy, can I stay with you tonight ? Pretty please!” You put your lip out and bat your eyelashes.

Sam rolls his eyes and throws his arm around you. “Do I ever say no to a sleepover, Y/n? Just no drawing on me while I’m sleep this time.” We’ll see about that, Wilson. After being forced to pinky promise that you won’t draw on, prank, or do anything terrible to Sam in his sleep, he finally leads you to his floor. He gives you a shirt and a pair of flannel pants, but you throw the pants back at him.

“Do you know me at all? Since when do I ever wear pants to bed?”

  He rolls his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Just thought I’d give you the option. Do you need help with your dress?”

 You nod and twirl yourself around so Sam can get your zipper for you. After he does, he makes his way to the bathroom to get himself ready for bed, and you trade your dress for the shirt Sam gave you.

  “Sam, why do you have a Brooklyn shirt? I thought you were more of a Harlem boy?” The shirt barely covers your ass, but you don’t really care. You and Sam have had sleepovers before, so it’s nothing he hasn’t seen, and you have boyshort underwear, too. Sam comes out of the bathroom in the same flannel pants offered you, and looks at the shirt you have on.

  “Huh, Steve or Bucky’s laundry must have gotten mixed with mine.” If this is Bucky’s shirt, it could be the perfect thing to torture him with. You smirk to yourself, jump into Sam’s bed and lay on your back. He sees the look on you face and shakes his head.

  “Whatever weird or dirty thing you’re thinking involving that shirt, stop. For the love of God, and me, stop.” You start laughing uncontrollably. This usually happens when you’re exhausted or with Sam. Or, like this situation, both. Sam starts laughing, lays next to you on the bed and flings his leg and arm over you.

  “Sammy, if you’re going to cuddle me, do it right.” He laughs and holds onto you tighter. You turn yourself over so Sam is the big spoon and scoot yourself back into him.

“Goodnight Sammy, love you.” You feel him place a kiss on the top of your head.

“Goodnight y/n, love you too.”

You don’t fall asleep immediately but you can feel your eyes getting heavier. How do I tell the team about what I heard? How am I even going to get into the damn meeting? Your thoughts are abruptly cut off by Sam’s loud snoring. Not long after, you give in to your exhaustion and fall asleep thinking about what could possibly go wrong tomorrow.


You wake up in the same position you fell asleep in, and to Sam mumbling things in his sleep. You try to focus and hear what he’s saying, but you can’t really make out anything. You move your body a little bit and feel something hard on your ass and back. Dear God, Sam. Control that thing. Your eyes go wide and you can’t hold back the laugh that escapes you. You feel Sam jump as he wakes up when your laugh gets louder.

  “What the hell are you doing up y/n? It’s,” he looks over to his clock, “eight in the fucking morning!” He’s not yelling, it’s more like a harsh whisper. You laugh even louder and roll over to face him.

  “Have a nice dream Bird Balls?” You ask and start laughing again.

 “ …What are you talking about?” He looks like a deer caught in headlights, so you point down to his crotch and start laughing again.

 “You try sleeping next to an attractive women with no pants on, whose ass is pushed against you! It ain’t a walk in the park!” Well here comes crabby Sam.

 “Oh relax, you big baby. I’m only playing around with you. I’m actually quite flattered. I thought you only got excited when you have alone time with Steve.” You can’t help but tease him; his relationship with steve is such a bromance it makes you gag. Apparently Sam doesn’t have humor in the morning since he doesn’t even reply to you. Instead, he shoves you off his bed right onto the floor. You land face first on the floor and can hear Sam laughing from the bed. You sit up and look at him and smirk.

“You didn’t deny it, big guy.” He just huffs and turns on his back.

“FRIDAY, is anyone else awake?” you ask the AI as you stand up and go to the bathroom.

“Not yet Miss, would you like me to wake them?”

“No not yet, thanks though FRIDAY”. You smile and walk out of the bathroom to see Sam passed out again. You run and jump onto the bed, landing directly on Sam.

 “Son of a bitch! I’m up, I’m up!”

 “We are having a pajama party and making breakfast for the team, come on soldier!” This is what the team needs, to relax before they have to face Ross. Before I tell them what I heard. Sam agrees and you guys both stand up to stretch and make your way to the communal level kitchen.

  “Uh, y/n, you know you still don’t have pants on right?” You look over to Sam as you keep moving towards the elevator and see him blushing. How adorable. You lean over and kiss his cheek.

“Yes Sammy, I’m aware. It’s a pajama breakfast, remember?” He rolls his eyes and lets out a short laugh.

“You just want to torture Barnes, don’t you?”

“You sound a little judgy there, Birdy. I thought you two loved tormenting each other?” You two reach the communal level and stroll towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, but I don’t parade around in my underwear to do it!”

  “Well, maybe that’s why you’re losing, Sammy. Go big or go home.” You start pulling out all the ingredients for pancakes, and you hear Sam mimick you in a high pitch voice. You roll your eyes and throw your hair up into a messy bun. Let’s try not to burn these, Y/n. You ask FRIDAY to turn some music on, and start the batter. 15 minutes (and 4 burnt pancakes) later, Sam shoves you out of the way and starts cooking.

“The team doesn’t want crap cakes, Y/n.” Fuck off, Sam.

 You stand next to Sam and pour the batter on the pan for him. You both start dancing a little to the music. You requested FRIDAY to chose a pandora station good for dancing, and man, did she do a good job. ‘American Girl’ by Bonnie Mckee started playing, and you don’t even try to stop yourself from dancing and singing. You start swaying your hips and singing along to the first few words, and then you hear someone clear their throat. You spin around and see the rest of the team standing in the doorway and grinning. You motion for them to sit down and they do. Sam takes over pouring the batter for you while you dance and sing around the team. The one closest to you is Bucky. How perfect. As the next line of the song starts, you make your way in front of Bucky and he just smiles.

“I told him I got a plan, and I’m gonna dominate.” Oh this is going to be great. You move closer to him and straddle his lap.

“And I don’t need any man to be getting in my way. But if you talk with your hands we can negotiate

  You take Bucky’s hands and place them on your hips while you sing along to the words. He blushes, but pulls you closer. You can feel something hard underneath you, and now it’s your turn to blush. You move against him a little for friction and run your nose along his jaw until you reach his ear.

  “Good morning, Sergeant.” It comes out like a purr. You feel his grip tighten on you but you push yourself off his lap and keep making you way around the table dancing and singing to the team. When the final line plays, you place yourself in Steve’s lap and sing (well more like scream).

 “I AM AN AMERICAN GIRL!” You can’t help but laugh, and the team claps and laughs with you.

  Sam places the mountain of pancakes on the table and everyone digs in. You feel someone looking at you and look up from your plate. You look right into your favorite pair of blue eyes and can see different emotions flickering across his face: annoyance, confusion, and lust. Y/n - 3, Buck - 0. He breaks eye contact to join in on Sam and Steve’s conversation. The team eats and discusses what they think the meeting will be about this afternoon. While they talk, you try brainstorming a plan.

If I can get in the meeting somehow, I could call Ross out. But what are the chances of the team believing me? As you run through different situations in your head of what you could do, you never even realize that most of the team left the table already. Damn, how long was I in my own head? You look around and see you, Sam, and Bucky are the only ones left. You start to gather your plate, and grab Sam’s too since it was empty. Sam thanks you with a kiss to the forehead.

  “I’m going to go shower and get ready for the meeting. You can borrow my clothes or I’m sure Nat or Wanda wouldn’t mind lending you some,” he says on his way to the elevator. You don’t reply and instead turn and start doing dishes. Now it’s just you and Bucky. You hear Bucky push his chair out, so you assume he’s either leaving or bringing you his dishes.

  “You know doll, Steve said 10 minutes ago that he was going to come do the dishes after his shower.” That sweet, sweet man. I hate dishes.

  “I must have been spaced out, but thank God. I hate doing dishes.” You dry your hands and turn around. Bucky is standing about five inches away from you while holding his plate. He takes a step closer and reaches his hand behind you to put it on the counter with the rest of the dishes. His eyes never leave yours. He keeps his hand on the counter and puts his other one on the counter, too. You’re caged in between Bucky and the counter.

“You just going to keep staring at me, Barnes?” You smirk when you see a little blush dust over his cheeks.

  “That’s funny Y/n, I don’t remember you coming in my room and getting my shirt last night.” His metal hand moved from the counter to the bottom of his shirt you had on. You are almost positive you’re blushing but you don’t give a fuck. You don’t know what to say though, so you smile and look down at where his hand has the shirt.You hear him laugh and he moves his fingers under your chin and tilts it up, almost identical to how he did on the balcony last night.

  “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you speechless, Kitten.” A devious smirk is plastered across his face. You bastard. Y/n - 3, Barnes - 1. Damn.

  You move his hand from under your chin and place it back on you hip. You two are so close a magazine wouldn’t be able to fit between you. You move your hands up his chest slowly, until they make their way behind his neck. You lace one of you hands through his hair, and use your other to cup his cheek.You can feel his breath fanning across your face. Do I wanna be an ass or not? Ass it is.

  You lean up on your tiptoes slowly, making your way up his neck. When you’re a little past where his shoulder and neck meet, you bite down. Not too gently, but not hard enough to leave a mark. You switch between bites and kisses while you make you way up his neck. His grip on you keeps getting tighter, and you know you will probably have finger shaped bruises on your hips. When you finally reach his lips, he closes his eyes and parts them a little bit. If you move at all, your lips will be touching. This is pure torture. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and pull it gently. Bucky moans, and its music to your ears. You let go of his lip and run your tongue over it slowly, still not connecting your lips to his. He lets out another sweet little moan, and you smile. You put your hands on his chest and move your lips to his ear.

  “Thanks for the shirt, James.” His eyes pop open and you remove yourself from his grip. Bucky is the definition of a hot mess right now; cheeks are flushed, his bottom lip is swollen from your bite, and his hair is a mess from your fingers weaving through it. You wink and start making your way down the hall. Steve passes you on his way to the kitchen. Perfect timing. You smile and thank Steve for offering to do the dishes. He continues towards the kitchen and you wait a minute before pressing the button for the elevator. I wonder if Bucky will say anything. You hear Steve a couple seconds later.

“Uh Buck… You should probably go get ready for the meeting.” Steve let out an awkward cough.

“Why can’t I just wear this?” Bucky’s voice is a little raspy.

  “Well pal, I don’t think Ross would be comfortable with you attending with what you have going on down there.” There was an awkward pause, and then you hear Bucky groan and steve let out a loud laugh. Y/n - 4, Barnes – 1. You press the elevator button and wait for it to come. You hear footsteps behind you and can see Buckys reflection in the doors.

  “Is there a problem a problem Barnes?” You ask innocently. You weren’t expecting what happens next.

  Bucky stands directly behind you and pulls your back against his chest. Where is the damn elevator? He slides his hand from the side of your waist to the front, right near the top of you underwear. I’ll kill him. Teasing is my game. He still doesn’t say anything. His other hand finds the bottom of your shirt, well his shirt, and glides under it until his hand rests against your bare stomach. Your heart starts racing and you try to think of things to calm it. Santa Claus, sad puppies, Ross. You make yourself mentally laugh with the last one. Bucky pushes you against him even more and you can feel his bulge against your ass. You hold in a moan, not wanting to let him know he’s affecting you. He is not winning this. You move your hips so your ass grinds against him. He moves his lips down to your ear and you lean your head back against his shoulder waiting for him to say something, but the sound of the elevator dinging breaks you both out of the trance you are in. He doesn’t let go of you right away, but when he does you automatically miss the warmth of his body against your back. You both quietly make your way into the elevator. He goes towards the back and you stay close to the front and hit the buttons for the floors. It seems like hours before the elevator doors open for his floor.

 He smacks your ass on his way out and winks at you “This is far from over, SweetCheeks.” You roll your eyes as the doors shut. Fuck, why didn’t I just kiss him? I was so close.  You hit the button for Wanda’s floor and switch your thoughts to the meeting. Time for a Game plan. I can do this.


   You spend awhile with Wanda, talking and looking through her clothes. You didn’t want to go all the way back to you apartment to change; there wasn’t time. By the time you  found something of hers to wear, it was time for the meeting. You throw on the black V-neck and yoga pants Wanda is lending you, and follow her out of her room.

“What are you going to do while we are in the meeting?” God, I love her accent.

“Actually, I was going to see if I can sit in with you guys.” You look down shyly and wait for her to answer.

“You sure that’s a good idea after last night? You almost killed Ross.” She laughs and swings her arm around your shoulders.

  “Yeah I know, but I don’t know… I’ve never been to something like this before. You think they’ll let me?”

  “Maybe. You won’t know until you ask.” You two make your way to the conference room,  and it looks like everyone is there pretty much. Tony and Ross are waiting outside the room talking. Wanda gives you a smile and goes in and takes her seat. You take a deep breath and walk up in front of Tony and Ross.

“Good afternoon Secretary. ” You smile and he gives you a fake ass grin.

“Well hello, Miss Y/n. Can I help you with something?” Tony is giving you a weird look. You ignore it and keep going with your innocent act.

“Well, I was wondering if I could sit in the meeting with you guys? I’ve always wondered what it’s like. If not, I understand.”

Tony’s eyes go wide and he opens and shuts his mouth and just walks away.

“I don’t think so, this is government business. It’s not just for normal civilians.” Well fuck you too. I should have stuck my heel up your ass when I had the damn chance.

 You frown and fidget with your hands, “Well, I was just thinking, I’m usually good at calming some of the team down and keeping them in line. But if you don’t think-"He cut you off quickly, “On second thought, maybe this can be a one time thing. But you had better keep them in line.” His voice was stern, like it was a warning to you.

 You smile and nod, “I’ll be there in a minute, I just have to put my phone on silent. Wouldn’t want to disrupt your meeting, Sir.” I cant wait to destroy this meeting. He walks in the room and shuts the door.

 "FRIDAY, I need you to find the footage from the party last night around 11 pm in the bathroom hallway. Find whatever camera angle caught Ross and his friends talking, and make sure the audio is clear. I will let you know when I need you to play it.“

  "Yes Miss” Well that was easy. Here it goes.

  You walk into the conference room and all eyes are on you. Everyone looks confused, but you wave them off. You take a seat between Bucky and Natasha. She sends you a ‘what the fuck are you doing here look?’ and you wink at her.

 Ross starts talking about the Accords, speaking of certain guidelines, nothing new. But that doesn’t last long.

“The government has come up with a new form of the Accords. One that even more countries have signed, and has more rules. Not all of you signed the last one, clearly,  but there is no choice on this. You either sign right now, agreeing to be under government ruling and scheduling, or you will be taken directly to a facility similar to the raft.” Of fucking course Ross.

Before you say anything Ross starts again. “New York, DC, Sokovia, Lagos, Vienna, The Berlin Airport, Siberia. All places have received damage because of the Avengers, or members of the Avengers.” He looks towards Tony, Steve, and Bucky. I don’t think so honey. You start laughing and all eyes turn to you. You stare Ross in the eyes and smile.

  “Is this the part where you push your guilt trip Ross?” Bucky puts his hand on your thigh and squeezes.

 "Y/n don’t.” You roll your eyes and push his hand off.

  “Miss y/n, this doesn’t have anything to do with you. You are here because I let you sit in, so sit down and shut up.” You raise your eyebrows and let out another laugh. Tony opens his mouth to speak but you put your hand up, stopping him. You stand and move in front of Ross, crossing your arms.

  “You think you can push them into signing something that restricts them like that again? That can stop them from helping people in need? If they sign this, you own them. This is supposed to be a free country. People who save lives like the Avengers don’t deserve to be on a Goddamn leash. Your guilt trip isn’t going to work this time, Ross, because I don’t believe more countries signed. I think that a trick of yours. Like how last time it was sending in that woman to trick Tony into thinking her son died in Sokovia.” The room was silent. Tony’s eyes were bugging out of his head.

  “What is she talking about, Ross?” Tony looks ready to pounce at any second.

  “I have no idea what you are talking about, Y/n, but that is a serious accusation against a government official.” Hmm, you’re pretty good at acting, Ross.

  "FRIDAY, play the video from last night please.” A digital screen appears at the head of the table behind Ross. It shows exactly what you saw. When the recording finishes, no one moves or speaks. You smiled and clear your throat.

  “You remember now, Secretary?” He just stares at you. “Don’t try to deny it, I looked into the kid’s name from Sokovia, found his real family, made a few calls. Turns out he died before Sokovia, a car accident. His mother has never been to New York. So who was the woman you hired to play Stark?” I have a gift for bluffing. But I probably should have really looked into this…  Ross was silent. Everyone was silent.

“Tony needed a push, what I did wasn’t illegal. It was needed to push the Avengers in the right direction.” Tony rolls his eyes and goes to speak but you beat him to it.

  “The right direction? The direction that would split them up? You knew they wouldn’t all agree, and you knew they wouldn’t retire. Maybe you wanted to split them up. You know they are too powerful together, but maybe separated they’d be more vulnerable. You got lucky , Zemo showed up with his psycho plan; it made things easier for you.  Take your  Accords and leave.” He goes to  argue back at you, but Bucky stood up and came behind you.

  “I’d listen to the lady, Ross. I don’t think you want to sit in an enclosed room with a team of heroes you just pissed off 6 ways to Sunday.” Ross grabs the document, the Accords, and makes his way to the door.

  Everyone is still looking at you. Tony storms out of the room and you feel terrible. You don’t want him to blame himself, but you know he will.  You smile shyly at the rest of the team and avoid direct eye contact. You make your way to the door and look over your shoulder.

“I have the night shift tonight, guys. I’ll come back in the morning after I get off. I love you all.” No one says anything, so you leave.


The next morning ………….

  You get off of your 14 hour shift and decide to stop by your apartment. It’s been awhile and you should probably check your mail. As your cab turns the corner, you see dozens of ambulances, firetrucks, and police cars.

 What the hell?

 You jump out of the cab and get closer. You see it’s your apartment building on fire and all of your neighbors gathered outside. Your eyes land on Mrs. Duncan. She lives underneath you with her 3 children. She’s shrieking and crying and you only see two of her three kids. You run over to her and she falls in your arms.

  “Y/n, Joshua is still in there and no one’s doing anything about it! Why isn’t anyone getting him?” Your eyes widen. Why the fuck wouldn’t anyone help her?

  You ask a firefighter and they just say it’s too dangerous. The building could collapse at any time.  She was only on the 2nd floor. An idea pops in your head, and before you can think twice, you’re sprinting towards the door of your building. Sam is going to kill me. You hear voices shouting at you to stop but you keep going. Thank God I have scrubs on, so much easier to move in. As you enter your building all you can see is orange flames everywhere. The stairs leading to the 2nd floor are to you right, you  look over them to see if they look somewhat stable. But you can’t tell. You start sprinting up them anyway. You open the door to the second floor and can hear crying. You head towards the Duncan’s door and it’s already burned open. Damn.

“Joshua? Where are you?”

  "Y/n?” That poor kid. Joshua is the youngest of Mrs. Duncan’s kids. He’s barely 5.You can hear him but you can’t see him.

   “Joshua, you have to come out. I can’t see you!” You start coughing. The smoke is starting to get to be too much. You see  the child wiggle out from under a semi burning dinner table. You take a step forward, but you are shoved into the wall on your left. You start to pick yourself up but are quickly knocked back over. You look up, but between all the smoke and the lack of clean oxygen, you can’t make out the face. All you can see is a shadow of what you think is a man. The man proceeds to drive three hard kicks to your ribs, on the 3rd kick you hear a crack and feel immense pain. You scream out and hear a laugh in return. You slowly pick yourself back up and see Joshua crying under the table. The figure laughs again and looks at you up and down. You can kind of see his face. He looks around your age and he wearing black tactical gear. With a giant skull looking thing on it. You recognize it immediately. Hydra.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” You say under your breath. He laughs again and draws his arm back to punch you. You duck and use all your energy to ram into his midsection to knock him over. As he goes down, you notice something fall from his pocket. You crawl over from your spot next to him and grab it.  It’s a pocket knife with the symbol on it. Before you can get up he grabs your ankle and pulls your towards him. You throw a kick with your other foot and knock him back to the ground. Your vision is starting to get hazier, You move as fast as you can and scoop Josh up, ignoring the pain that shoots through your abdomen. You run to the stairs. You don’t hear anything behind you besides the fire roaring. Right as you make it out of the 2nd floor door to the stairs, an explosion shoots out of the door and catapults you and Josh into the wall before the steps. You cover his head and keep moving. You get to the bottom step and you can see the exit.

  “Just a couple more steps, Joshua,” You say to him. He whimpers and nuzzles himself into your neck. A few steps after you are able to see out the door, you hear the man’s laugh behind you. How did he survive the floor fire? It was strong enough to push  me into a damn wall.  You make the mistake of turning and looking back. The mans hands are producing flames. Inhuman or experiment? Hydra’s stepping up their game, of course. He looks like he’s about to aim them at you and Josh. You set Josh down.

  "Josh, go out the door now. Find a police officer or firefighter. Okay?” You turn him towards the door and give him a little push. You turn back around to the man and try to focus your vision.

“You know, sweetheart, you should be careful whose toes you step on. You never know who their friends are.” Ross. I FUCKING KNEW IT. You don’t know when he gets in front of you, but he lands a punch to your face and you fly backwards and smack into a wall. You’ve slumped against the wall and can barely breathe or see. But you see Josh; he didn’t leave you, he’s just staring at you. You hear the man talking to someone, saying the problem is taken care of, you think you can see that his back is to you. You slowly get up, holding onto the wall because you know you can’t make it on your own. With whatever energy you have left, you bolt to Josh, pick him up, and make it out the front door. The last thing you remember is hearing voices and handing Josh to an officer. Then nothing.

 Thank you for being so wonderful , @agentraven007

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Sorry guys - I had to coda :)


They drank for a while - a long while. Hardly a Team Free Will record, but as the evening wore on more than a few six packs worth of bottles ended up scattered across the map table, like amber pins marking far off destinations. The bunker air felt warm, for once, or maybe it was just the alcohol raising the temperature of the blood in his veins. Soon flannel and trenchcoats were shed, sleeves rolled, shoes propped up and heads tilted back in laughter.

Dean felt good - better than he had in months. They’d hopped so quickly back into finding the nephilim following their arrest that he hardly had a chance to shower and sleep, let alone take a few minutes to feel human again. To laugh again. That horrible room, those concrete walls - they still sat in the back of his brain like a lead weight.

Part of him was still there.

He closed his eyes as he finished his beer, trying to imagine a new set of dash marks in a different wall - each representing a day out. A day of freedom, back with his family and, sweet mercy, real food. He counted five. Long way to go before the two tallies evened out. Maybe by the time they had, this sense of dread will have faded to a dull roar.

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Hey y’all! :)
Welcome to my first reader insert/imagine ever- I hope you like it!

Word count- 606

Warnings- Language, mentions of injury

Y/N- your name

Y/N/N- Your nickname

takes place during 8x13- Everybody Hates Hitler


You woke up to the sound of your name echoing through the bunker at top volume. Rubbing your eyes, you rolled over in bed and fumbled for your phone. “2 am? What the hell?” you mumbled, debating if you should go back to sleep.

“WE COULD USE A LITTLE HELP OUT HERE!” The voice yelled, followed by a loud crash and a stream of swear words that only Dean would string together.

“Dean, it’s like 2 am!”

“Yeah, I know that. Now get your ass out here, sleeping beauty!”

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“Goodnight, Sammy. Love you.”

Same words, different day. And it wasn’t that Sam didn’t like it, wasn’t the words said or the way they came across, it was that he wished there was a little more to accompany it. Maybe a kiss on the cheek, even, to insure that Dean wasn’t going to leave in the middle of the night.

In minutes, it seemed, Dean had fallen asleep. And even though he was a light sleeper, the barrier made Sam feel comfortable enough to finally open his mouth. “Love you, De. More than- more than I should.”

The words felt hot on his tongue, and getting them out made him not feel so guilty for the first time in months.

The next morning, Sam woke up in his big brother’s arms. Maybe he wasn’t sleeping after all.

Just a new day

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: Two fake FBI agents come into your class and step into your werewolf case, so it’s not great that one of them is your soulmate, or is it?

Word Count: 1725 (this is the longest shit I’ve written in a long time)

Warnings: Canon-level violence, swearing, (really terrible) smut (im so sorry), soulmate!au, awkward moments with Sam 

A/N: Written for @kittenofdoomage‘s Classic Movie Quotes Challenge (I know I’m late af, I’m so sorry) with the quote “Because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”. Shoutout to my beta @lauraalla (again, I love you babe).

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Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

They walked into the room while you gave your students homework after your sociology class. Your class was very interested lately with the soulmates subject, what made your job a lot easier.

Soulmates were a rare thing nowadays, and not more than 7% of the American population was biologically capable of having a soulmate, and not even a 4% out of them found it. Soulmates were not what fanfiction said it was, either. Babies that were born with a wing-shaped mark on their shoulder weren’t blessed. They were cursed. Who would find their soulmates in a world where people moved constantly? And how would you feel if every time you undressed your partner, your other half, you saw a wing that represented that they meant for someone else? Winged people usually died alone, dealt with mental health issues or got too involved with drugs, alcohol or work, to survive the black hole provided by the lack of a partner and the pressure of society.

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The Boys (2/?)

 Summary:   You’ve been a hunter since you were 18 , a  vampire killed your bestfriend and you threw yourself into the hunting world after you met the hunters handling her case. John Winchester & Bobby Singer.   Being around Bobby, it was a matter of time before you met Dean & Sam Winchester.  You got along with Sam instantly, but you & Dean didn’t click as much . For the most part your relationship was full of flirting, insults, and arguments. Thankfully you weren’t around them often, only helping each other out on a few hunts . But what happens when you run into the boys again after years of not seeing them?

Warnings: swearing, flirting,angst

Pairing: ( none yet) Dean x reader, Sam x reader

  “ Fuck off Dean. ” you say through your laughs.  You  & the boys are celebrating an easy , successful hunt at the bar down the road from your motel. 

“ Name a time & place sweetheart , ill be there.” Dean shoots back with a wink .

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You roll your eyes, sipping on the whiskey. It burns going down your throat, you’ll never get sick of the taste of whiskey.  The night continues , all  of you sharing laughs and memories.

     A few hours later the boys decide its time to walk back to the hotel you guys were staying at . Sam was not ridiculously drunk , but he wasn’t just buzzed either. Dean having the tolerance he does, was barely tipsy. You on the other hand, were plain old drunk .  You being giggling as Sam pulls you out of the booth , and you fall against his chest with a squeal.  He follows in your laughter , wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you with him and Dean to the door. When the cool breeze hits your face, a smile forms.

 How did I get so lucky to find such good friends? 

“ Come on sweetheart, we have to walk a couple minutes to the room .” Dean says . The boys are now walking ahead of you , while you just standing watching them move.

“ Ugh but Dean ! Its still so early!  ” you complain.  It was barely 2 am  , the whiskey making you feel more awake than you’d like. 

 Dean makes his way back to you .He doesn’t say a word to you , just bends down and tosses you over his shoulder. You let out a string of giggles, squirming in Deans hold.

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“ D , put me down ! ” you yell , you really don’t mind the view though . Your face is nearly eyelevel with Dean perfect ass. Drunk you apparently has no verbal or physical filter right now. You lift your arm, and land a perfect smack to his ass.  You burst out in laughter, when you feel Deans body stiffen at your action. You can hear Sam chuckle making your laugh grow.

“ Keep laughing Sammy, Your ass is next.” You playfully warn.  You can feel Deans shoulder shake as he releases a small laugh .  Out of nowhere  you feel a large hand swat your ass, hard. A small gasp ,almost bordering a moan , escapes your lips at the sting.

“ Well well, looks like Y/n’s got a kink , Sammy.”

“ Ewh gross guys , can you not.” Sammy groans. You feel your cheeks heat up ,and you let out an awkward laugh.  well that was embarrassing.

Originally posted by sophiabuzh

Dean Finally sets you down when you guys reach the room.You stretch your arms above your head, a yawn following. You go right for the bathroom, grabbing your pjs out of your bag on the way . When you step out of the bathroom in your baggy Pink Floyd shirt & cheekster underwear, you hear Dean whistle as he sees you .  Your eyes roll for what feels like the hundredth time today .  When Dean takes his turn in the bathroom , Sam shakes his head at the two of you. 

“ Either of you make a move yet?” Sam asks as he peels back the blanket on one of the small beds.  You snort at his question,

“Shutup Sam, nothings going to happen.“  A girl can wish though.

” Yeah whatever you say , just keep it in your pants tonight. I’m in the bed right next to you two and id rather not hear you guys -“

” Hear us what ,Sammy?“ Dean says from the doorway . I wonder how much he heard. 

” Just keep your hands to yourself.“ Sam says as he eyes the both of you .

” Go to bed, drunkass.“ you tell Sam, crawling into the bed across from his. You & Dean have been sharing a bed on most hunts. Sam being the moose he is , takes up the entire bed and radiates more heat than hell. A few minutes pass, and Sams snoring begins.You let out a chuckle at the sound. 

” Whats so funny sweetheart?“ Dean asks quietly .

” Your brothers snores could rival a hibernating bear.“ You both try to keep your laughing down. You wiggle your body , trying to get comfortable. You feel Dean right behind you , his body barely brushing yours. His hand lands on your stomach, stopping your fidgeting.

” If you wiggle your ass against my crotch one more time, we are going to have a problem sweetheart.“ Dean warns.

Oh Shit. Whoops.

” Don’t act like you don’t like it D. “ you whisper, a small smile tugging at your lips .He pushes your stomach lightly, bringing your ass now flush against his half hard bulge, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. 

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 ” Oh I love it, i just dont think Sammy would appreciate what  would happen, since hes still in the room. “ Why does he do this to me? Such a cocky bastard.   You know Dean does things just to get a rise out of you , that’s just how your friendship works. Most of the time it just irritates you to the point of wanting to lock him in his trunk, but sometimes it bothers you in a way that sends chills down your spine, & heat straight to your core.

 ” Go to bed D, that Whiskey seems to be hitting you a little hard tonight. “ You say , hoping to end this conversation. Hes drunk , he probably wont remember this in the morning .   You hear him sigh , slightly loosening his grip but not letting you go.

” Whatever you want to believe , sweetheart.“ he says . You don’t respond, instead you focus on trying to sleep .

1 week later 

 You are sitting in another crappy ,run down bar in another small town. But this time , its not for celebratory drinks. The hunt didn’t go as smooth as you all hoped for.  The man you were trying to save from the ghost ignored your warning to stay in the salt circle. Burning the bones didn’t work, so you and Dean were ravaging through the house for something the ghost was attached to, by the time you got back into the room , the man was murdered the same way the ghost was.

 You are downing your 4th tumbler of whiskey, sitting silently at the booth with Sam. He is already looking for a new case, something to get your mind off of this one.  You know not every case is going to end well, but the ones that don’t still hit you hard.  Your eyes wander, landing on Dean & the busty blonde at the bar.  You watch as her hands snake around his neck, and her lips go to his ear.  Anger floods you at the way Dean blushes at what she is saying to him.  Another night, another skank.  You know its dumb to be  jealous, but you cant help it. You’ve seen him flirt with numerous girls, only actually leaving with some of them ; but everytime it stings for some reason.  You haven’t told Sam of the feelings that surfaced for his brother, not wanting to see his ’ I told you so’ face.

” You wanna get out of here ?“ Sam asks,closing his laptop.  You nod your head yes, and he leaves the money for your drinks on the table.  You watch as he goes to tell Dean you’re leaving, and the careless look on his face burned you even more.  Why would he care? He gets to be with Malibu Barbie tonight instead of getting in bed with me.  You begin the short walk back to the motel with Sam .

 ” You know, this just means you get your own bed tonight, y/n!“ Sam says , trying to ease the mood. He can sense the weight of the hunt still on your shoulders.  You send him a tiny smile,

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” Yeah, I cant wait.“ you say half heartedly. After most hunts like this, when you and Dean would both be blaming yourselves, you’d comfort each other with sweet words and youd even run your fingers through his hair until hed calm down enough to sleep.

  You enter the room , and both get ready for bed.  You finally throw yourself down on the scratchy motel bed. 

” Goodnight y/n.“ Sam says with a yawn .  He shuts the light off and falls into his own bed.

” Night Sammy.“

 It wasn’t long before you figure out why you cant fall asleep. Since being with the boys, you’ve always shared a bed with one of them. You miss the warmth , and comfort of someone next to  you . You check the clock ,seeing it hasn’t been long since you wished Sammy goodnight.

” Sammy, are you awake?“ you whisper

He grumbles, rolling himself over to face you .  He lifts his covers up , silently inviting you over, sensing its the reason youre still awake. You hop out of bed and into his. You snuggle yourself into his bare chest,  his body head instantly enveloping you .

” Jesus Christ, how are you so hot?!“ you whine. You fidget , trying to get the blanket off you a little bit.

” Good genetics “ he says with a sleepy laugh . Even in his sleep he thinks he so funny .

” Ha Ha . So clever Sammy.“  he hums in response, you can tell by the way his breathing evens out hes already back asleep.

 A few hours later, you’re woken by the sound of the motel room door opening and closing. Your body tenses, but you feel Sam reaching for the gun hidden under the pillow.

” its just me .“ Dean?Sam grunts in response to his brother..

” Why is y/n In bed with you?“  Dean asks, laying in the other bed already .

” She didn’t want to sleep alone. “ Sam says, still half asleep. Sam  is on his back now, one arm around you as you cuddle into his side. You feel Deans hand on your waist, gently shaking .

” Dean what are you “ Sam starts, but Dean ignores him.

” Come on sweetheart, I’m back. We can sleep a few more hours. “  Does he really think I’m going to just get my ass out of this bed to lay with him? Why didn’t he just stay at the girls place?

 You hum, clinging on to Sam tighter. You hear Dean let out a defeated sigh , then the bed creak under his weight. Your chest tightens as you try to figure out his actions.   You feel Sams breathing even, and hear Deans do the same.  You turn yourself in Sams arms to face Dean . Hes turned facing you , a calm look over his face.

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You want to go get in bed with him, you want him to pull you to him and snuggle against you . You love cuddling Sam , but it was different with Dean. You’re about to get up to switch beds, when you get better glimpse at his neck. Purple and black marks littered the side visible to you. Oh Fuck no.  As much as you want to move, you’re not going to go lay with him . You stay with Sammy,  trying to push the thoughts of Dean away  and fall back asleep.

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Request by ANON: “Hi there I was wondering if you’d do an imagine/fic where Dean is dating a British girl and he keeps getting her to say random words just because he finds he accent really cute and it’s just basically really fluffy and adorable I’m sorry there isn’t much of a basic plot but I’m super sick right now and my creative brain has just gone to mush ! thank you so much and I hope this isn’t too much trouble ! :) ❤”

…I have come out of a horrible writers block and I am finally situated in my new place so hopefully more to come soon!

Warnings: cute dean, fluff, and yeah.

We had just gotten back from a hunt, as usual Dean and I sitting in the library, both holding cold beers in our hands. I had just started to stay bunker with the Winchester boys a few months ago, after Sam and Dean helped me with a very peculiar hunt. I came over from the UK about five years ago as a young girl with my parents for my dad’s job, but when I was 16 both my parents were killed passing a locally known haunted bridge. Everyone thought it was a freak accident but I also knew it was much more than that, especially when I killed the old bitch haunting that bridge. Ever since I have been hunting and only a few years into it I met my favorite boys, the Winchesters.

Sam joined us around our third beer, Sam heard Dean telling me a story about when they “fought the fairies.” So naturally the younger Winchester came into tell his side of the story. I chimed in when Dean was talking about he nuked the “hot tiny naked lady” in the microwave, “ I can’t believe you actually nuked her, how inhumane.” Dean smiled, “if you were me, you’d do the same.” I smirked and pulled the beer to my lips. “I’m legless boys, time for this gal to go to sleep.” Dean and Sam looked at me with their brows furrowed.

“What the hell does legless mean?” Dean said looking to his brother laughing. “It-” I started but then Sam joined in, “Alright Lads, I’m definitely legless, I think I’m going to take a stroll to the Lou.” Sam said in most stereotypical British accent, slapping the table as he laughed. Dean looked down laughing with his crinkled eyes. “I guess my accent is a lot thicker when I drink huh?” Dean laughed and pulled me into his lap, “Oh darlin we are just kidding, don’t get your knickers in a twist.” Dean attempted to do his best accent but it really just sounded like a pirate. “Alright Y/N, I’m getting tired so I’m going to hit the sack,” Sam said. Dean and I just said goodnight to Sammy and turned back to eachother.

“I love your accent (Y/N),” Dean said looking up at me smiling. “Do you mean to tell me that you’re only my boyfriend because of my accent,” I said acting like I actually offended. “No sweetheart, I just love it when you talk. You’re accent is one of my favorite sounds and that’s saying something.” I could almost melt right there in his arms, “You’re lucky that I actually quite fancy you or else you wouldn’t have been able to chat me up so damn easily,” I wrapped my hand around the small of his neck and pulled him for a kiss. Next thing I know Dean picks me up bridal style and carries me to our room.

TFW Preference- Them being the “little” spoon.


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“Come on, big guy,” you say as you pull the younger Winchester by his hand. Sam doesn’t resist or pout for being interrupted from his research, not when you look so cute and sexy in his shirt as a pajama. Still, he drags his feet as he trudges behind you tiredly. “It’s time for bed and it’s getting late,” you add once you reach your shared bedroom.

“But I’m not sleepy,” Sam informs, albeit followed by a long yawn and hard blinking of his eyes to stay awake. You move around him, pressing lightly on his back to push him toward the edge of the bed.

“Uh-huh, right,” you nod and roll your eyes. Sometimes it was like putting a giant three year old to bed. Sam was moving leisurely and so you help him out of his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers. He lays down and stretches and gets comfortable under the sheets while you walk around the bed to get to your own side.

“You warmed up my side of the bed?” Sam smiles sleepily, turning to his right side to face you. You hummed in response and reach to brush a lock of his hair out of his eyes. “I love it when you do that,” Sam closes his eyes, still smiling dopily and pulling the sheets a little higher over your shoulders. “Your smell of brown sugar and vanilla lingers here,” Sam emphasized by pressing his face onto his pillow and inhaled.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re silly when you’re sleepy,” you shift closer and place a hand on his shoulder to signal him to meet you in the middle. He takes the hint and wraps his arm around your waist, tucking his head under your chin and resting his cheek on the top of your left breast. His weight is comforting, safe, always has been and will be.

Sam liked to sleep like this sometimes, depending on the level of stress and exhaustion the research has caused. If it’s serious, aggravating and pinches his nerves, he wants you close as the little spoon with his legs tangled with yours and his face in your fresh, clean hair. But if it’s slow, not-an-emergency and it-can-wait kind of research, like right now, he likes you to hold him with his ear pressed to your chest to hear your even breaths and heart beat. Sure the positions will change as you both sleep, but both are a great way to fall asleep to.

“Goodnight, Sammy,” you kiss the crown of his hair and cradle him warmly.

“Goodnight, baby.”


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You woke up to Dean sighing, laying on his back and rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands. You saw the red numbers on the digital clock on the nightstand read 3:11 a.m.

“Can’t sleep again?” You whisper softly. You wonder if he even heard you, his face expressionless and eyes clouded. When you were about to repeat yourself, he answers.

“No, I’m okay. Just trying to get comfortable.” He moved to lay on his right with his back slightly toward you. Dean always got the side of the bed closest to the door, likely to protect from immediate danger. He didn’t say anything else and so you went back to sleep instantly.

The next time he wakes you up is when he shifted his legs and threw the sheets off of his lower half. You could hear his breathing struggle, like if he was angry. The clock read 3:22 a.m. Those ten minutes felt like an eternity for you. Has he slept at all?


“It just got hot, don’t worry about me.”

It was a little hot with these starchy motel sheets and duvets, so you believed him and closed your eyes again.

You felt a weird dip in the bed. Opening your eyes yet again to squint at the glowing light passing through the thin curtains, you see Dean’s silhouette. His shoulders were slumped forward as he rested his elbows on his knees. The clock read a couple minutes past four in the morning. Dean sighed as he sat straight and tilted his head up to the ceiling with his eyes closed.

“Hey,” you reached softly toward him, touching the muscle of his shoulder. “Tell me what’s wrong…”

Dean looked at you over his shoulder and his lips tugged upward in a soft smile. “Nothing is wrong, I promise,” Dean answered honestly. “I just can’t get comfortable, I guess.”

“Are you sure?” you whispered with a tiny yawn. Dean nodded and reached for your hand to hold warmly in his. You tugged him back to lay down again on his side, still facing away from you and you scooted closer. You draped your leg over his hip and wrapped an arm around his chest, kind of like if you were a human backpack or he was a body pillow. Your own chest was pressed on his back and Dean hummed contentedly at the comfort. “Better?”

“So much,” Dean yawned, lacing his fingers of your hand on his chest. “Thank you, baby.”

“Goodnight, Dean,” you whispered with a soft kiss to the back of his neck.

Dean slept in way later into the morning.


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When Cas’ grace was taken from him, he was open to all the imperfections of humanity. He caught a cold and a frightening fever, but you took care of him as best as you could. He was confused what was happening to him most of the time. Why was his body shaking and hurting so much? Why was it taking so long for him to recover? Why do humans need to sleep? And you answered his questions patiently as you held a glass of water to his lips that it was simple biology of his vessel’s immune system. He was very thankful to have you by his side.

When Cas got his grace back, he was still only a little weak. Every once in awhile he’d have to sit and rest, take it easy and not use his power so much. You’d let him know that he wasn’t useless when he’d confess that he’d feel that way.

When you shifted awake to get comfortable, you saw Cas sitting at the small dining table of the motel room, his head resting on his open palm and his eyes staring endlessly somewhere. He’s been non-stop thinking about something. You watched him for a minute.

“Do you remember, (Y/N)?” Cas began softly, his blue eyes soft on you as he turned his head. “When you laid yourself next to me when I was ill?”

“I remember,” You replied, still blinking your eyes awake. “You had chills and I tried to help you stop shaking so much.”

“You were scared for me,” He added, standing from the chair and then kneeling by your bedside. He took your warm hand in his and kissed your knuckles.

You nodded and cupped his cheek, giggling when his scruff scratched your palm.

“Your warmth was so comforting and enveloping. It was very calming. You watched over me when I was supposed to be watching over you” Cas blinked and looked down shyly. “(Y/N), if you don’t mind, I’d like to lay down with you like that again.”

“Of course, Cas. Take my side,” you scooted over on the bed and pulled back the sheets. “Wait,” You laughed. “You can’t wear your coat and slacks to bed, silly.”

“Right.” Cas removed and folded his clothes neatly before leaving them on the back of the chair. You watched the muscles of his back, shaped symmetrically almost like wings, ripple as he moved. Soon enough, Cas laid down and shifted so his back was to you, the same position as it was long ago when he was ill. “Is this alright?”

“As long as you’re comfortable, Cas. Are you?” You nuzzled your face in between his shoulder blades and tangled your legs with his. He didn’t seem to mind your cold feet, but instead he pulled you closer.

“I am. Thank you.”

A/N: Sorry I didn’t put the “Read More” insert. Doesn’t feel like it fits? @the-mrs-deanwinchester bc Dean, @withoutaplease bc our Sammy babe, and @abaddonwithyall bc sleepy Cas.

Supernatural Series Finale Theory

I kind of hope it ends in a Thelma and Louise kinda way. Hear me out. 

 Like Dean and Sam have to die for some shit to happen. Something good. They manage to get an incredibly powerful witch to link them to  all the evil in the world. The second they both are dead, so is all the darkness in the world. No more monsters. No more demons. They drive the impala up to the edge of a cliff, dodging thousands of fucking demons who for once WANT them to live. They get to the edge. “Are you sure about this Dean?” Sam asks quietly, knowing its pointless, his mind is made up.

Dean looks at Sam. “Goodnight Sammy” he whispers. 

Sam smiles a painful half smile that breaks quickly. He wants to look strong for his big brother one last time, but he can’t. Dean slams on the gas. They shoot over the edge, they are 100’s of feet above ground, no surviving this one. Dean lets go of the wheel and turns and squeezes Sam as they fall down, to what seems like forever.

They hold each other, eyes closed.


Carry on my wayward son plays, slowly.

Their lives flash before our eyes.

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12 Days of Sabriel – Day 9

Title: 12 Days of Sabriel – Day 9
‘Showing up late to class with a Starbucks’ is not Sam’s style at all. Not showing up to class at all because the guy working at Starbucks is confusingly handsome is totally Sam’s style.
Underage Drinking (< 21 years)

Sabriel || Fluff || Height Difference || Coffee Shop AU || College AU || Sam is a Starbucks virgin || OC: Bagel || Advent Calendar Fic

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8

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-Last spn scene ever-

Dean and Sam are side by side dying together , bleeding out , hands almost touching. The shot of their bloods joining and mixed together ( metaphor of their bond) and then we see dean putting pressure on his wound and the audience is like “why the fuck is he trying to survive sam is almost dead!”

sam whispers a soft “jerk” , dean smiles widely and says “bitch” , they look at each other and let out a painful laugh , the sound of it fades away until only dean’s laugh can be heard and then he stops. Sam is dead.

Dean still put pressure on his wound , moves closer to Sam , kisses him on the forehead and whispers “goodnight sammy” , which was he used to say every nights before kissing babysam forehead and then he let go of his hand , all the blood is running out and dean is choking on his own blood

and we understand why he tried to survive : he wanted sam to go first so he wouldnt be alone even for one second , so that the last thing he saw was his brother’s smile.

screen fades black

the audience think it’s the end of SPN

shot on the impala , sam sitting on the front , someone is coming , he turns around and smiles with hearts in his eyes and says “heya Dean”

and then fireworks

they are in heaven.


last final shot ever on the “S.W D.W” carved on the impala.

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Jealous (Dean x Reader)

Character: Dean Winchester                                                                                   Words: 1158                                                                                                              Warnings: Some swearing, light drinking, Dean being an idiot                                    Summary: Dean gets jealous when a guy flirts with you at a bar.

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Once again I saw this on facebook and all I could think was:

Thinking his brother dodged the last attack, Dean jokes
“You’re getting a little rusty there” before Sam cuts the head off the vampire that hit him.

“well, maybe not” he smirks.

After they finish off the last of the clan, Dean looks over just as Sammy falls on the ground. The younger Winchester knew he had to fight until the last one was gone, or Dean wouldn’t be able to finish them on his own, as he would have been too clouded by emotion to concentrate on anything but his brother. So, sam fought until the end, and as he fell to the ground with blood gushing from the hole that had been ripped in his stomach, his big brother ran over.

“Whoa, easy tiger. It’s okay, it’s okay. See? We won. We’re okay now, those were the last of them.”

“Dean, I’m scared.”

Dean wanted to tell his brother to keep fighting, for him, but he knew that it wasn’t right. He knew his brother’s fight had left him a long time ago, and that Sam had only held on this long for him.

“It’s okay, Sammy. You don’t have to be afraid. You’ll be fine, Bobby, Ellen, and Jo will be waiting for you. They’ll.. They’ll look after you.”

“Do I have to go?” Sam asked quietly, losing strength fast.

Dean smiled sadly as he moved his little brother’s hair from his face. If this was the last he was going to see the boy he had helped raise since he was 4, he wanted to be able to remember him vividly.

“I’m.. I’m afraid so, Sammy. But, look, I’ll be up there with you sooner rather than later probably, so just keep a seat at the bar open for me, huh?”

“Yeah, okay Dean.”

Dean knew they didn’t have long, the light was already fading from his brother’s eyes, so before he lost Sam completely, he whispered

“I love you.”

Sams face twisted into a small smile, his last one Dean would see from him for a long time, before rasping out “no chick flick moments.”

Dean kissed the top of his brother’s head as tears began to fall

“That’s.. That’s my boy..”

Sam shortly after drew his final breath, and before his voice cracked completely Dean whispered one final thing to his baby brother.

“Goodnight, Sammy.”