In the Deep End-Chapter 2

This is an A/B/O AU Collaboration between @kittenofdoomage and @winchesterprincessbride featuring Alpha! Sam and Omega! Reader

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Sam still remembered the way you smelled that night.

It was warm, unseasonably so for October, but neither of you really cared as you walked through town hand in hand. The movie had been boring, not that you could remember the plot - you’d been too focused on Sam’s lips as they moved across yours, the darkness of the back row providing him with ample opportunity to slide his fingers under your pleated skirt.

Now, he was smiling, almost like he could whistle. He’s your Alpha, and you’d always thank your idiotic friends for a silly dare that had made this happen.

“Hey,” you chirped, pointing to your driveway. “My parents are out.”

“It is Friday,” Sam replied, tugging you into his side, pressing his nose into your hair and scenting you. You giggled, ducking underneath him. “God, you smell so sweet. Like cotton candy at the carnival.”

“I knew we shouldn’t have accepted those beers from Zack,” you teased. “And my mom and Vincent aren’t home.” His eyebrows raised, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Think with your upstairs brain, Sam, and not your knot. I know I’m coming into heat but…”

He nodded, interrupting you. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just… we spent six months wondering if you would and now you have and -” His nose bumped yours as he leaned down to kiss you. “You’re my Omega. I know it.”

Humming happily, you pushed up onto tiptoes, kissing him softly. “Well, then you’ll be glad to know that my mom and her boytoy have gone out of town. For the weekend.”

Sam drew back, lust burning deep in his colorful eyes. “You’re saying…”

“I wanna be yours, Alpha,” you whispered. “Want to belong to you, to stay with you. We can get away from our families. Start somewhere new…”

“We’re only eighteen,” Sam replied, cupping your cheek. “How would we… I mean -”

You shrugged, uncaring of the consequences. “We’ll manage. As long as we have each other.” God, it was so romantic the way you said it, and Sam found himself falling into the moment, nodding slowly as he leaned in towards you. The kiss was slow and gentle, both of you taking the time to savor the other, before Sam’s hands were tugging you back towards the house.

There was a spring in your step as you locked the front door, dashing through into the kitchen and finding the usual post-it note with thirty dollars for food, and an announcement that your mom and Vincent were off to Atlantic City for the weekend, and not to burn the house down.

Because you were the family member that would end up doing that, of course.

“They’re definitely gone?” Sam asked, coming up behind you and putting his hands on your hips. You nodded, holding up the cash. A wicked smile spread over his face. “We’ll order pizza later. For now -” He stopped, scooping you up to wrap your legs around his waist, and the thirty bucks drifted to the floor as you shrieked and clung to your Alpha. “I want my Omega.”

“Yes, Sam,” you hissed, letting your head fall back as he carried you through the house and up the stairs, not stopping until he kicked your door shut with his booted foot. He let you down then, smiling as you stared up at him with adoration on your face. “I love you,” you said, quietly.

Sam didn’t respond for a moment, looking back at you, before raising a hand and cupping your jaw, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip, dragging it downwards for a split second. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Among a tangle of lips and hands, both of you undressed each other, the need to take it slow outweighed by the urgency you felt to be close to one another. Sam was gentle as he guided you to the bed, laying you down to pull your skirt down and toss it to one side.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he murmured, placing a kiss just below your navel, and you smiled, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “Want you so bad, ‘mega.”

“I know,” you whispered, tugging on his locks to urge him further up your body, desperate to kiss him again, but he only smirked at you. “Sam…”

He shook his head slightly, dropping his head to bury his nose in the soaked cotton of your panties. “So close to being in heat…” he groaned, nuzzling at you, stroking his tongue over the damp fabric. “Taste so good.” You squeaked as he pulled your panties down, wasting no time in returning his face to the juncture of your thighs, stroking his tongue over your swollen folds. “Thought you tasted good before,” he muttered, looking up at you with wickedly dark eyes. “But this is a whole ‘nother level.”

The plea for him to touch you died on your lips as Sam licked you again, dragging the tip of his tongue from your soaked entrance to your clit, making your body jerk in response. He repeated the action a few more times before he kept his mouth at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Gonna open you up for me, baby,” he purred, running his tongue over your clit as he slid one finger deep inside you. “Want you nice and wet for my cock.”

His words made something curl in your belly, and unbearable arousal swept through you, bringing with it a tightening sensation in your chest. Your scent blossomed through the room, and Sam practically growled, his hips rutting against the bed. “Sam!” Your cry preceded your orgasm, slick gushing over his fingers, and the Alpha groaned loudly.

“That’s it, ‘mega,” he urged, sliding another finger into you, curling them just right to make you scream again. “God, want you so bad.”

“Then have me,” you whimpered, wiggling against him. “Want your knot, Alpha. Make me yours.”

An animalistic sound tore itself from his throat as he drew back from you, pausing to lick his fingers clean of your essence. “Don’t tease me,” he warned, and you smiled, squirming away from him to roll onto your belly, presenting yourself to him, and Sam made a funny noise, pushing his pants down.

His weight made the bed dip, and you dropped your head as you felt him behind you, your entire body clenching in anticipation of having his thick cock inside you. You’d hit every base except this one, wanting to wait until you presented, despite knowing you were his.

Sam was slow to move, running his hands over your ass as he watched your pussy twitch. He rubbed the thick tip of his Alpha cock against you, and you moaned in response, pushing backward onto him, making him smile. “Easy, Omega,” he chastised, and you pouted, despite him not being able to see you.

The first push of his length into you was enough to make your breath catch and your eyes cross. Sam’s entire body shook with the effort of not slamming into you, trying to take it slowly as he watched your cunt suck him in, like you were made for him. The point of discomfort came just as his hips were flush with yours, and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Feel so good,” he grunted, holding himself deep inside you. “Fuck, I feel like I wanna cum already.”

You nodded, unable to form words as he started to move, drawing all the way back before easing back in. His fingers were clinging to your hips, probably leave bruises with how tightly he held you, but you didn’t care - you wanted the reminders tomorrow, and more besides. “Sam… I’m… I can’t…”

“I know,” Sam replied, even though you weren’t sure what you were actually going to say. All you could think was that you couldn’t, but you didn’t know what you couldn’t… which made no sense. “I got you, Omega.”

His mouth was hot on your neck as he leaned over you, using the weight of his body to fuck you harder, and you could feel the twisting, intense churning in your belly, signaling your climax. Your walls clamped down on him, and Sam gave a strangled moan, the thick ring of muscle at the base of his cock catching on your pussy.

“I can’t hold it,” he growled, hips working fast and hard into you. You nodded, arching your back, accepting more of him, feeling the tip of his cock slam into your cervix, and his knot swelled. With one hard thrust, you were screaming out your pleasure, and Sam was locked inside you, pumping load after load of cum into your welcoming heat.

Neither of you spoke for the longest time, both sweating heavily, panting, Sam’s arms clinging to you as he peppered reverent kisses along your back. You couldn’t help the sated smile on your face, nor could you stop the whine of disappointment when he finally pulled free, slumping to your side. It was second nature to drag you into his arms, and you settled there happily, inhaling his scent deeply.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I promise you, we’re gonna figure this out.”

You nodded, unable to keep your eyes from falling shut.

When you opened them, Sam was gone, and the emptiness of his promise split your heart in two.

*****

“She’s twelve?”

The question was almost deafening in the small office and you feel the butterflies in your belly turn into a tornado. You aren’t even sure why you’d said anything and deflection is looking like your best defense.

“Yeah, she is,” you say, standing from the desk. "You said you wanted to see a couple of the victims?”

Dean narrows his eyes, glancing at Sam, clearly putting two and two together where his brother was already on the final solution. “Wait… are you…”

The phone rings, making you jump and you quickly grab it, answering to whoever has just saved you from the awkward situation from hell. “Hello?” A frown covers your face; the woman on the other end is from the junior high and she’s trying to confirm that you’re Emily’s mom. “Yeah, this is her. Is something wrong?”

“Dude, she’s got your eyes,” Dean hisses, holding out one of the photos to Sam. The younger Winchester doesn’t seem like he wants to look - he seems shellshocked and can’t take his eyes off of you. You make brief eye contact as he recognizes the worry on your face, and then you turn your back to him.

“What do you mean, she didn’t show up to fifth period?” you bark into the phone.  “How can you not know where she is? Let me try her cell.”

You reach into your desk and pull out a cell phone, quickly dialing a number.  It goes straight to voicemail, and you throw it on your desk with a muffled curse. “Do you think she skipped school? I’m going to run home and see if she went there then I’ll be over.” Slamming down the phone, you turn back to face Sam and Dean.

“Y/N….” Sam begins, but you hold up a hand to stop him.

“I can’t do this right now, Sam.  I’m sorry.”  Walking over to your door, you stick your head out and call for your assistant.  “Christopher,  these agents are from the FBI.  They need to see the two bodies from those animal attacks.  Give them anything they need. I have to leave for a bit. Call me on my cell if you need me.”

As soon as Christopher leaves Dean turns to you.  “Thanks a lot, Y/N.  This will really help our case.”

“I have no idea why you are pretending to be FBI agents, but I DO watch the news, you know.  I saw when you made the FBI’s most wanted list for your little murder spree, and I saw when you supposedly died.  The only reason I’m not calling the cops right now is that the Sam I knew would never hurt anyone.” You looked him in the eye then, and you saw a lifetime’s worth of pain and sorrow in those beautiful eyes of his.

“Is she……” Sam sucks in a breath, and his eyes close for a split second as he starts to ask the question you’ve been dreading since he walked into your office, “….is she mine, Omega?”  Sam asks you quietly.

You close your eyes at the sound of the familiar name on his lips, but don’t respond. With a flick of your head, you turn your back on the question, marching out of the door and speaking over your shoulder in a cold tone.  “I have to go.  I trust you both will be gone by the time I get back.”

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“Come on, man! Focus! We have a job to do here!” Dean barks at his brother through clenched teeth as they enter autopsy room #1.  Christopher has pulled the correct bodies out of the cold chambers for their review. Dean flips through the first file, frowning.

“Jane Lindencamp, 13. Never came home from school on Tuesday.  Reported missing by her mother.  Large, round exit wound on the back of her head.  Body completely drained of spinal fluid.”

Sam turns the victim’s head and sees the large hole. “That’s weird.  What about the second vic?”

Dean flips through the second file. “Timothy Crawford, 12. Mother went to pick him up after band practice.  He never showed.  Same exit wound, the body also drained of spinal fluid.”

“So both of them were last seen at school?” Sam suddenly asks.

“Yeah, so?” Dean questions.

“What school did they go to?”

Dean flips rapidly through the files. “Parkland Middle School. Wait a minute! Didn’t Y/N say on the phone her daughter was missing from school? And isn’t she around the same age?”

Sam stares at his brother for a moment, just long enough for him to put the pieces together in his head before he takes off down the hall at a full sprint.  Dean drops the files and tears off after him. “Sam! Wait!”

Dean catches up to Sam as he reaches the Impala.  Damn Sammy’s long legs! “We need to get to the school now, Dean! Whatever killed those two kids probably has Y/N’s daughter!” Sam snaps as Dean slams the car into drive and peels out of the parking lot.

****

“Emily? Emily, are you here?”  You yelled as you ran through the house.  Flinging open her bedroom door, you saw it was empty.  She hadn’t come home.  Tears of frustration clouded your vision.   You had almost hoped she had skipped school.  It was a much better option than the alternative.  Racing down the stairs, you jumped into your car and headed for the middle school.

Pulling into the visitor’s lot, you parked next to a large black muscle car you were sure you’d seen somewhere before.  The memory tugged at your subconscious, but you couldn’t quite get to it.  Reaching out, you ran your hand over the shiny black hood, and an image of a teenage Sam getting in after school popped into your head.

You entered the reception area of the office, and Sally Perkins, who was on her third divorce and was eternally on the prowl, motioned you over. “I’ll let Principal Montgomery know you’re here, Y/N, but he’s a little tied up at the moment.”  She waved you in closer and said in a hushed voice.  “Two FBI agents are here about the kids that died.  Who knew the government made them so good looking and tall?”

Sam and Dean, it had to be.  They were at your daughter’s school.  Why?

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Livin The Dream

Summary: A slow day at work turns interesting when an unexpected customer needs some help, and the two of you hit it off right away.

Pairing: Soldier!Benny x Reader

Word Count: 1,700

Warnings: Language, flirting, fluff, mention of deployment, minor altercation with a drunk man

A/N: My new baby is here: Soldier Benny! This fic is a companion to @deanssweetheart23‘s fic Cross My Heart - you don’t have to read it to understand this story but I’d highly recommend it because it’s beautiful. Thank you twin for asking me to write it, and for helping me struggle through, well, everything. This part’s a bit on the short side, but the rest (five parts total) will be longer! Let me know what you guys think of my first ever Benny AU! 

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Written for @kittenofdoomage and @saxxxology SPN History Challenge

Below the cut is a little fun drabble I wrote as a way of telling the story behind this collage. But a short version is Dean and Y/N are both warriors, Dean being English and Y/N being a viking.

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Day Four - On a Date
Day Five - Kissing

I combined the two because I’m a lazy piece of shit 

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When you’re Supernatural and SU trash.

This scene always reminded me of these two for some reason and so I finally drew it :)

Inspired by this scene xx


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Hold On, I’m Coming

Summary: You’re in a serious car accident, and a certain firefighter Winchester comes to the rescue

Pairing: Eventual Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: Serious car accident, descriptions of aftermath, wreckage, injuries, trapped!reader, moderate injuries to reader, pain, blood, panic, fear… 

Title Inspiration: Hold On, I’m Coming, by Sam and Dave

A/N: @deanssweetheart23 I warned you not to tempt me… and now it’s here. This could turn into a little mini-series if you guys are interested, so let me know. (Fire photos are mine/from my local department, Dean is from google)

Quick language guide for those of you who don’t live with a police scanner providing constant background noise: BOLO (be on the look-out), MVA (motor vehicle accident), ALS (advanced life support), Car 3-2 (Lieutenant’s vehicle)

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Kill Zone

Pairing: Sniper/WildlifeOfficer!Dean x FBIAgent!Reader (AU)

Preview: FBI agent Y/N Singer and her partner Castiel Novak find themselves working on a string of gruesome and cold blooded murders. The angle and precession of the kill shots leads them to enlist the help of an expert in the field - former Us military Captain and elite-sniper , Dean Winchester. However, when tables turn and evidence points fingers at the last person she expected, how does Y/N deal with it?

A/N: For my 6k Celebration I let you guys vote and tell me which series you wanted me to write next. Kill Zone is what you selected.

This is the first time I am going to attempt to write a full blown thriller and I am so happy to believe I can do this. It will have angst, fluff and a bit of smut just like all my series. Just like my series this is a very plot heavy fic though. Buckle up and get ready for a roller coaster ride.

I have never been to Yellowstone, so the places I describe in series might not be accurate and they might not be as close together in real life as I make them seem in my series. Bear with me on that one - the place is only the backdrop of the story.

Thanks to my sweet amazing friend Ana aka @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

New Cover Art by @jayankles - Thank you :D

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Status: ON GOING

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Additional Cover Art by ME :P

Prologue 

Part 1: Better Left Alone

Part 2: Kill Shot 

Part 3: Past and Present

Part 4: Into the Wild

Part 5: Trail of a Killer 

Part 6: Haunted 

Part 7: Retreat 

Part 8: More to Him 

Part 9: The Suspect 

Part 10: Ghosts of the Past 

Part 11: Victim 

Part 12: Sniper  

Part 13: Fighting for Life (Coming Soon)

Epilogue

World’s Best Dad

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: One of the reader’s students has a problem and she confronts her father about what’s going on…

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Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: My second ever daddy Dean fic. Quote for this one was “It was an accident I swear!”…


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Car Troubles

Mechanic!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,120

Warnings: nothing….just yucky fluff lol

A/N: This is for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge!! My funny quote was “Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?”
Hope you guys (especially Lau!!) enjoy it, thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

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Mafioso Cas, again.

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 2)

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Summary: you and Dean have your first date

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: language, mention of injuries, mention of stitches

A/N: You guys want more - you got it! Hope you like it, and there will be at least a few more parts that I’ve got planned. Beta and general life credit to my twin @deanssweetheart23 for reading everything and putting up with me

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Cross My Heart

Title: Cross My Heart (Soldier!Dean AU)

Summary: Dean Winchester is a man who’s been to war and back, a man that’s lost loved ones and has seen too much to believe in love or fate or destiny. But when he meets a girl that radiates kindness and warmth, one that’s ready to love his shadowy corners and accept him for the man he really is, he begins to change his mind. And, when she shows him the darkness in her light, he promises himself that, no matter how hard things get, he’ll never let go of her. Because, he realizes, he loves her. And that is the beginning and end of everything

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Mary and John Winchester (both mentioned), Benny Laffite, Sam Winchester

Word count: 7026 (I know, I know it’s a monster fic, but I promise, it’s worth it)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of a parent. Loss. Mentions of blood and of the warzone (nothing too graphic). Bad marital relationship (not Dean associated). Domestic Dean Bean (yup, this should be a warning)  

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @jpadjackles Double Birthday Challenge. My sweet B, thank you for letting me participate. I had the time of my life writing this and I can promise you, it ended up being a fic very close to my heart.

Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 for answering my stupid questions about the US Army, and being such an amazing best friend and beta. Without her, this story would have never been posted.

My prompt for this was Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg.(I am not American so every detail about the US Army in this fic is the result of research. If there’s a mistake in it, I apologize in advance.)

And, without further ado. Enjoy <3


The first time Dean sees her it’s on his mother’s birthday.

It’s a sunny day, sky a soft shade of blue, summer slowly creeping its way into his life and, even though he’s not sure of a lot of things, he somehow knows she would have loved this day.

He can almost see her, standing in the middle of their garden, sundress blowing with the wind, a smile gracing her lips while he’s whining because there’s no pie, and it’s all so tangible, so real, that he thinks he can reach out and touch her.

Her image disappears as soon as it’d appeared though, and he’s back in the middle of a crowded street, on his way home from training, all alone, with no plans for the day and no mum to celebrate with because his mother’s gone and nothing can bring her back.

The thought pulls at his heartstrings and he can feel it again, that sickening sensation of missing someone so much that all of his body cells are aching for her and he curses under his breath, already loathing the day.

And then she catches his eye.

She’s just sitting there, at the bay window of the old coffee shop that always seems to have some jazz melody pouring out of it, nose buried in a book.

She’s beautiful, he can tell that much, but what really stuns him is the way she’s holding the dog-eared book, fingers grazing the paper gently like it’s soft skin, eyes skimming the pages as she bits her bottom lip, a wrinkle in her brow. It’s been a while since Dean has seen someone so engrossed into something and he loses track of time, forgets that he’s burning holes on her until she looks up and her eyes meet his through the window.

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Super Star (Part 1)

Originally posted by supernaturalwolfmaze

Request: Can I please request one where Jensen is a huge movie star? He’s out one night by himself and starts to get mobbed by fans/paparazzi. So he runs and hides in a shop that belongs to the reader. She doesn’t see it happen so she closes up the store with him inside. Then Jensen pops out from his hiding place and freaks her out lol. Maybe she doesn’t recognize him?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: So this went different than I planned. Whoops…

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Sons of Lawrence

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Kevin Tran, Jo Harvelle, 
Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Word Count: 2,219
Warnings: Language
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, possible explicit canon typical violence.

Originally posted by troohhippi

Freedom. That’s what it felt like when Dean hopped on his bike, and rode down the streets of Lawrence.  Even the back roads. Especially the back roads. It didn’t matter if he was going 20 or 90. It was the wind that surrounded him, pushed through his hair, up and over his shoulders. It was the fact that as he rode, nothing else mattered. Not John or Bobby grooming him to take over the family business. Not Mary pestering him playfully that it was past time to find a woman. Not Jo pining after him like he was a goddamn football quarterback. Nothing. It was just him and his bike.

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deancas graphics challenge | archangeles | prompt: throwback | round 10 (alternate universes) | victorian au 

[very loosely inspired by the ghosts of blackthorn hall by linoresearch]

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 3)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: You finally work up the courage to tell Bobby about Dean, with a little help from Jody. Later, Dean helps you find a new car and the two of you talk about your relationship.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,600

Warnings: Language, confrontation, fight with family member, mentions of a car accident

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