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Not Going To Be Me

Written for @ellen-reincarnated1967 ‘s A Gif is Worth a Thousand Words Challenge (x).  My gif is just before the cut.

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1026

Warnings:  Language

Author’s Notes:  All the Sam fluff I could muster.

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Dangerous Games (#17 of the 20 Different Pairings)

Summary: You meet Sam and Ruby at a club and decide to let them have you.

Warning: so much smut, dom!Sam x dom!Ruby x sub!reader, threesome, flogging

Word Count: 2300

A/N: I hope you enjoy Sam and Ruby as much as I do.

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“Alright, let’s take a look under the hood,” he said, popping the latch.

“Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls,” you teased him. Dean couldn’t get enough of that mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“Of course not,” he said, flashing you a grin. “Only the ones I really like,” he joked.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Ohhh, so I was right! And here I was thinking I was getting special treatment from you, Mr. Winchester.”

He fiddled with a few things under the hood, chuckling to himself. You found that low, gruff laugh intoxicating and bit your lip.

“So, how’s she lookin’?” you asked leaning over the engine compartment next to Dean, changing directions completely and running away from the heat rising in your chest.

“Well… I don’t see anything obviously wrong with her,” he said, wiping his hands on an already dirty rag. “Tell me what was worrying you one more time?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know–it sounded weird when it was idling. I’m not sure how to explain it–like it was running a little rough… asymmetric?” you said.

He laughed good-naturedly. “I think you are officially the first person to describe their engine issue as ‘asymmetric’… Nerd,” he teased.

“Ass!” you responded with a grin, feeling brave enough to playfully nudge him with your elbow. There was a moment where the two of you locked eyes, both leaning in close over the engine, grinning at the playful banter, and the silence stretching a little long… You cleared your throat and straightened up. “So?” you asked, purposely breaking the intensity of the moment. Ugh… Chicken… you thought to yourself.

“Uhh,” Dean nervously rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, leaving an oil smudge. “Right. So, all the obvious stuff looks fine. Belts are good, nothing out of place,” he said, fiddling with this and that. “ I’ll take a more thorough look at her and you can pick her up later today.

“Great. Thanks, Dean,” you said, starting to retreat from the garage. “I’ll see you later!”

“Hey!” he called after you. You turned and looked back at him with a questioning look. “I’m starting to think there’s nothing wrong with your car and you just keep coming around to see me,” he teased, smiling broadly.

You laughed and ran a nervous hand through your hair. “Maybe I am!” you called back, shrugging and giving him a impish smile.

He chewed his bottom lip for a moment as he looked at you. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he called back. “See you later.”