Summary: Your greatest wish came true. What happens after that?
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, OFC Sal
Word Count: 3199
Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex, shower sex), language, fluff, wee bit of angst
A/N: This is a follow up to The Wish Spell which you can read HERE. This takes place around the Season 12 episode “The Raid” so it’s slightly spoilery. There will be at least one more part to this story.
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Sal is waiting at Y/N’s door before knocking again, so far
there’s been no answer. Yesterday she
left her best friend hoping she’d never see her again. Which sounds bad, but she has a good reason
for not wanting to see her again. Last
night Y/N made a wish which would most likely take her away and Sal hopes that
it did. She walks off the porch and
around to the side of the house before peeking in the window. She doesn’t see any movement, but she sees a
beer bottle and candle sitting on the kitchen table. Sal smiles to herself as she walks back to
When you and Dean finally emerge
from his room you find Sam sitting in the bunker library. Dean guides you, his hands on your hips, over
to the table where Sam is buried in books.
He looks up at you smiling so big his dimples are showing.
“Sam, this is Y/N,” Dean says from
behind you. “Y/N, obviously this is
“Hey Sam,” you say offering your
hand as he stands.
“Hey Y/N,” Sam says pulling you
into a hug.
His big arms coupled with his
height remind you of what it felt like hugging adults as a child. He releases you and you step back next to
Dean who wraps his strong arms around your waist.
“What’re you working on?”
“Oh, just research,” Sam says
giving Dean a look.
You watch the two men talk to
each other with their eyes.
“What are you guys talking
“What?” Sam says surprised. “Nothing.”
“Right, nothing. I know the eye-talky thing you guys do.”
Dean clears his throat.
“It’s just we want to make sure
that everything’s ok, with the whole inter-dimension thing. That’s all.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well I just want to make sure
they’re no issues and that it’s permanent.”
“Like I could end up back home?”
“Maybe, we’re not sure,” Sam
That night Dean is spooning you as
you drift off to sleep when a thought hits you suddenly. What if
you fall asleep and wake up in your own bed again?
“What if I wake up tomorrow and
I’m back home?”
“That’s not going to happen,
sweetheart,” Dean murmurs. “I won’t let
He tightens his arm around you
pulling you closer to him.
Anybody else love breakfast for dinner? Because I have feasted on the flesh of the bacon pancake and found it worthy. I also love it because my plate made a smiley face.
You get the idea. It’s the perfect breakfast-for-anytime food. I will admit, it would have been way easier to make bacon and pancakes and just have them on the same plate, but then you’ve lost the charm of having bacon pancakes.