and everything sammy says just get to me

I honestly don’t know what this is or where this came from but…Merry (early) Christmas. 

Dean’s been staring that the Christmas cards for what feels like an eternity when Sam finally rounded the corner, his cart full of supplies. 

“Dude, what are you doing?” 

He jumped slightly and cleared his throat, “Just looking.” Dean knew the face Sam’s giving him before he turned to look, “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, a smug smile on his face, “Who’re you looking for?”

Dean rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pocket, “No one, I was just-”

“Awh, Dean, you know you don’t have to get one for me.” Sam smirked.

“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean grumbled, “Let’s just go.”

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Off Limits - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,377

Summary: Sam tells Dean that the reader is off limits. Dean’s never been one to follow the rules…

Part 1

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sam grumbles loudly slamming his beer down onto the bar.

Dean doesn’t say a word in response, instead he just flashes his million dollar smile before downing the rest of his drink.

“I will literally kick your ass, man.” Sam narrows his eyes towards his older brother throwing him off.

“Whoa. You’re really worried aren’t you?”  

“No, Dean. I’m just fucking bored. I figured this would fill my day.” Sam snaps feeling aggravated.

It’s rare when they both feel so strongly about something that it turns physical. It hasn’t happened in years but Dean knows all too well where this is headed.

“I’m not doing this to be a dick, man. I’m gonna be a father soon and it’s fucking freaking me out. I can’t be worrying about the bar. I can’t and I won’t.”

“Fine.” Dean growls, acting so fast he knocks his chair over making it crash to the ground.

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Your Loss **Nate Maloley Imagine**

2 years. That’s how long you and Nate have been together. Lately, you feel like it was all a waste. Like it means nothing to him.

You guys have been arguing a lot more than usual. Being that you’re both stubborn as hell, neither of you have made an effort to at least talk to the other. You felt he was in the wrong because he never made an effort for you guys to move on with your lives. And he felt you were wrong for even pressuring him in the first place.

Tonight Skate was performing at some underground club. No matter what you two are going through, you were going to support him. You decided to get glammed up, just so he remembers that you do care and you want it all to work out.

After hours of getting ready, you, Sam, Stassie, John, Emily, and the Jacks drive over to the club.

“Damn y/n you look good. I guess Skate’s about to get some tonight?” Sammy says, before Stassie smacks his chest.

“Uh no. Your best friend is on nookie lockdown until he can get his shit together. All of this is just to tease him a little bit.”

You guys joke around a bit, until you get to the venue. Walking into the club, the vibe was different. Of course there was still weed and liquor, but everyone was just super chill.

Everyone went to the booth, while you walked around looking for Skate. You guys always had a pre-show ritual, where you would hype him up and make sure he was ready.

You keep walking until you see a long hallway leading to a bunch of rooms. You walk down the hallway and see a door cracked open. You look inside and see Skate, which made you smile a little. But, opening the door a little more, you could see that he had some female company. She was pretty, but not pretty enough to have her hands all over your man. She was leaned over whispering in his ear all flirty. At this point, you weren’t even mad. Since you are the queen of petty, you decide to get even.

When you walk out, you automatically see a cute guy at the bar. You make sure your cleveage is just right, before you head over to him.

“Hi is this spot taken?” ,you say with a little flirtatiousness.

“For a sexy woman like yourself, hell no.”

You talk to the guy and find out his name is Jayden. You flirt with him more and more. Then, drinks start flowing. You didn’t know what this feeling was of talking to him, but you liked it.

You continue to talk to Jayden, until you spot Skate. You decide to get even more petty, by leaning over and whispering in Jayden’s ear.

Next thing you know, Skate rushes over to you and grabs you by your arm and drags you out of the club.

“Head ass what the fuck are you doing?!” Skate yells at you.

“I’m just doing what you’re doing baby. Since you wanna act like you’re single, then I am too.”

“Yo you hoesntly need to stop being so fucking petty. Like grow the fuck up!”

“And maybe you shouldn’t treat somebody, who’s been there for you through everything ,like trash.”

You didn’t notice it, but tears of anger and pain being to run down your face.

You turn to walk away from Skate, but he pulls you into his chest.

“Ma why are you crying?” He asked holding you close.

“Because I want us to work, and it feels like we won’t.”, you finally admit.

This was something that had been bothering you for a while, but you never wanted to admit it to yourself or Skate.

He lifts your head up and kisses you deeply. This was the first time is 3 weeks that you actually enjoyed his touch and his presence.

“We will baby. I promise. I’ll do anything I can to keep you in my life. You’re my baby girl and you’ll always be mine. I love you wifey.”, he says rubbing his nose in your neck.

“Yeah yeah. I love you too ugly.” , you say kissing his cheek.

“And let me say damn baby, you look good as fuck. Have my kids?”

“You’re funny. Go get ready for your damn show, and you better kill.”

“I will just for you babygirl.”, he says kissing you lightly.

At that moment, you knew that everything with you and Skate would be fine. Couples have their ups and downs, but it’s all about how they come back from it.

Best Big Brother - Dean x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Little bit of angst, the rest is fluff (What a suprise right?)

Word Count: 973

A/N This is for @highonpastries ’ “Pastries 250 Celebration” I’m late I know I’m so sorry but I hope you like it nonetheless. My prompt was “I know it’s off topic but could I have a banana?” It will be bolded in the fic.

Originally posted by zest-wincest

Dean had just spent the better half of the ride back to the bunker lecturing you about the hunt you had just finished. Your father usually did this, if anything happened during a hunt that involved you, and something he didn’t plan on, you could just expect a speech to come your way.

“Now, you know not to pull stupid stunts so I have no idea why you thought that was a good idea,” Dean said pulling into the bunker garage. Dean kept rambling on but you had lost all attention in anything he was saying.

What had happened in all honesty, wasn’t that bad. You had simply… charged a demon who was coming at Dean from behind. He would have gotten hurt or even killed if you hadn’t of done anything so you didn’t understand why Dean was so mad at you. You had tried to defend your actions earlier in the drive but gave up when Dean kept interrupting anything and everything you had to say on the topic.

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Rabbit Hole

Dean starts being honest with Sam when Sam is asleep and it turns into a habit.

“You remember,” Dean begins conversationally, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, “when we were young and dad was the one driving? I was never any good at sleeping in the car but as soon as we hit the road, you’d drop off right away against my shoulder in the backseat.

I remember that one winter — you must have been eight or nine… The heating didn’t work and we wrapped ourselves into that god-awful excuse of a blanket. It was so scratchy and stiff and literally did nothing to keep us warm, and you still managed to sleep like a dead person.”

He pauses, glancing over at his brother’s sleeping form. Curled into himself, his breath fogging up the window where he’s got the side of his face pressed against it, he makes the occasional sleep noise and barely even stirs when the car hits a pothole on the uneven road.

Dean can’t stop the smile that’s tugging at his mouth from growing wider so he doesn’t try, giving in to it instead.

It’s too easy to lull himself into a false sense of security. Even if the world is studiously headed for damnation, in these quiet moments, nighttime on the road, nothing to keep Dean company but the engine and his brother’s breathing, it’s easy to have hope. Hope that everything is going to work out after all in the end.

Dean doesn’t believe in fairy tale endings.

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The Lesser of Two Evils

Request: “I was wondering if I could put a request in for something with Demon Dean and Soulless Sam? And also thank you for the follow btw I love your blog” @leenasleena-blog

A/N: I hope that this turned out the way you wanted! This is AU ish in that Sam never got his soul back, but everything else progressed the same, maybe with a little more bitterness and coldness from Sam…. ALSO OMG THIS IS LONG.

Characters: Soulless!Sam x Reader, Demon!Dean x Reader, Cas

Warnings: swearing, violence, references to sex/talking about sex so I guess maybe some smut? Not in detail? I’m sorry, angst, possessive Sam and Dean

Tagging: @percussiongirl2017

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Originally posted by tallyiaboo

You loved Sam. You really did. Even when he came back from the dead. Even when he dragged you along with him, his cousins, and his grandfather who somehow came back to life. Even when he was a lot colder to you. Even when he told you that you couldn’t tell Dean that he was alive. Even when, after Dean found out he was alive, you found out he was soulless. You still loved Sam. You weren’t sure that anything could ever make you stop. Except maybe his brother…

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A Hello From Dean Winchester...

Originally posted by green-circles

“Hey. I wanted to pop by for a sec and talk. You got a sec? All right. Good.

First of all, cut the shit. No, you know exactly what I mean. All this shit you keep going off on, talkin’ about how you’re not pretty as those other girls, or as thin as those girls: It’s horseshit, you get me?

Don’t you even start thinkin’ I’m sayin’ that to be nice. You and me both know I don’t do that. I don’t lie, I don’t bullshit, and I don’t play nice. I’m sayin’ this ‘cause you apparently don’t hear it when the rest of the world says it, so let me lay it out nice and clear for you.

You’re beautiful.

Originally posted by ohmysupernatural

And I mean just… fuckin’ gorgeous. You walk into a room and heads turn. Just… they turn. I can’t explain it. I see you comin’ and I stop. Always takes me a sec because I feel like you’re finally gonna realize exactly what’s goin’ on. You’re gonna realize just how gorgeous you are and run off with someone better.

Don’t go dismissing me, OK? That’s not fair. You don’t get to tell me I’m wrong here. You don’t get to do that. My opinion? My thoughts? This thing in my chest? It’s tellin’ me you’re the most amazing woman in the world. I could watch those hips sway for hours. Or your eyes. Fuck, Y/N, those eyes. You know what they do to me?

It’s cheesy, I get it, but you’re captivating. Oh, shut it. I can say it if I wanna. You’re goddamn captivating. When your hair falls by your eyes like that? Or when you laugh at one of my lame-ass jokes? I’m done. Just mail me home, I’m finished.

Originally posted by a-sosyalkiz

It kills me when you hate on yourself the way you do sometimes. I wish you could see what I do. All those pictures you take that you delete, or the way you look at someone else and compare yourself… fuckin’ kills me every time. I wish you knew what I saw. What everyone sees. I call you princess because you are. Ain’t no other chick I’d rather spend my time with.

So put the phone away and come with me a sec. Ok, stand in front of the mirror. Yes, I’m serious. Look. Just look! Quit bein’ a smartass.

Ok, you know what I see? Beauty. Hey, don’t laugh! I’m bein’ honest, sweetheart. That’s what I see. That stomach you hate? It’s perfect. Or those hips? God, again with the hips… those thighs. I see these things and I love 'em. So I want you to look at 'em and see what I see.

Keep lookin’, I ain’t done. It’s not just the physical, you know that. You’re smart. Not every girl can keep up with Dean Winchester, right? I’ll grin at you if I wanna, I’m on a roll here.

Originally posted by spntrista

You’re funny, with a sense of humor that knocks me out every time. You put Cas to shame. And those brains… Sammy wishes he was half as smart as you. And you’re strong. Not just physical but emotional. You’re standing with me, right now, after everything you’ve been through, and you’re here. Not just here, but amazing. You get how that’s not a small thing?

I’ve been through hell, but so have you. And I’d say you look a hell of a lot better than me. You get up every morning and you keep going. Beautiful woman like you kickin’ ass every day? World doesn’t stand a chance.

Get back out there, gorgeous, and tell the world Dean Winchester sent you. Better yet, tell the world to watch out because if they piss you off, I wouldn’t wanna be in your way.”

Because sometimes we need Dean Winchester telling us how beautiful we are.

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Pretty Bird

Jason has a pet parrot, probably a gift from Damian, shit talks the reader every time they go out on their balcony


“Hey fucker”

You whip around, trying to find where that voice was coming from. You were out on your balcony, watching the people on the street. On the balcony next to yours you see a large parrot looking right at you.

“Hello” you call

“Shut the fuck up, fucking helmet, lost it again, shit”

You could tell that there were all things that the bird’s owner must say a lot, because birds don’t wear helmets.

“So your owner swears a lot, huh?”

“Mother fucking bird, bird bird, shut up Sammy”

You chuckle, leaning on the side of the railing closest to the bird, “So your name is Sammy?”

“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy bird”

“Can you tell me when your owner’s name is, pretty bird?”

“Jason, Jaybird”

“Is everyone a bird?”

“Pretty bird, pretty bird”

You break out into laughter, realizing that you are holding an entire conversation with a parrot, and they you are kind of enjoying the company. You didn’t have very many friends since you had just moved to Gotham, but this bird was good company. You were curious to find out if his owner was just as good a company as the bird.


You had lived in Gotham for three weeks not and had yet to meet your neighbor. Every day you would go outside and talk to Sammy, and every day the bird would trash talk you, and everyone else. You still fond it funny that the bird mostly knew swear words.

“Hey Sammy, how are you today?”

“Fucking fantastic fucker, fucking bitch”

You see the door to Sammy’s balcony open and a large man come out of it. He’s huge, over 6 feet tall, with black hair and a white streak in the front. He had come outside to smoke a cigarette.

“Who are you talking to Sammy?”

“Fucking fucker, smoking is bad for you Jay”

Jason groaned “Now you are starting to pick up what Dick says!!”

“He usually talks to me” you call out, leaning on the side of your balcony

Jason jumps, “Who are you?”

“My name is Y/N, I’m your new neighbor, and we haven’t had the chance to meet yet”

“I’m Jason, I’m sorry if Sammy being out here bothers you”

“Not at all, you know your bird trash talks me every time I come out here”

Jason bursts into laughter, “Yeah, he picks up everything I say” Jason flicks the butt of his cigarette over the railing, “Would you like to come over, I can make some coffee, and we can get properly introduced”

“Sure, I’d really like that”


Once you are over in Jason’s apartment you realize just how little you know about your neighbor, and yet you agreed to come onto his home. Sammy walks around on the back of the sofa, climbing onto your shoulder.

“Do you want me to put him away?”

“No he’s fine! Sammy and I have become really good friends these past few weeks”

“It’s kind of sad that you know my bird better than you know your neighbor”

“Well it’s because of your bird that I was so curious about you! I mean who owns a huge parrot in the middle of Gotham, and one who enjoys swearing at that!”

Jason grins, bringing the coffee into the living room “Well, I’m glad you want to get to know me, because you seem like a pretty interesting person yourself. Sammy doesn’t just sit on anyone’s shoulder”

You reach out and pick up the coffee cup, holding it up to toast, “To a new friendship”

Jason taps his glass onto yours, “To new neighbors”

Both of you laugh and continue to drink your coffee. You end up staying at Jason’s until late at night. As you close your apartment door you smile. Hopefully you and Jason will continue to get to know each other, and you can become good friend. Maybe someday even more.

Bring ‘Em Home, part 7

Part 6


**Vietnam War!AU/Soldier!Dean

Tagging: @myrabbitholetoneverland


The wedding had been quick—neither you nor Dean wanted to wait, and neither of you felt like the wedding needed to be a big affair. It was a small ceremony in a local church, surrounded by your families, a few of Dean’s war buddies (including Cas) and a few of your coworkers from the hospital.

Afterward, the two of you went off on a two-week vacation to Arizona to view the Grand Canyon. Neither of you had ever had a better time. You were excited to start your life together: together, forever. Upon your return home, you moved into Dean’s grandmother’s house, the one left to him in her will. She’d died when he was in high school and the property had remained in the family, waiting for Dean to come back home and claim it.

You continued to work at the hospital, helping the influx of veterans who were coming home injured. Dean began to work at his Uncle Bobby’s auto shop—while Dean and his father had somewhat mended whatever issue they had for the wedding, they both agreed that it would be best if they didn’t work in the same place. But they still kept in touch and it was still technically the family business.

Everything was… wonderful. Life after the war was an adjustment, but you could tell things were getting better.


“Merry Christmas!”

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester!” You stepped back from the door. “Come in!”

“Y/N, I keep telling you, you can call us John and Mary,” John said with a smile as he set down the large bags of gifts. “You are, after all, ‘Mrs. Winchester’ yourself.”

“Or Mom and Dad,” Mary added. “You’re one of ours, now.”

You smiled. Just then, the timer in the kitchen went off. “I’ll be right back!” you said as you disappeared into the kitchen. “Dean, please take your parents’ coats!”

“Of course.” Dean hung up the coats before giving his mother a hug. By that time, Jess and Sam had appeared, welcoming the elder Winchesters.

“I’d better go help Y/N,” Dean said. “Please, make yourselves comfortable!”

Dean stepped into the kitchen, finding you scooping the last of the cookies onto the platter. The kitchen was laced with plenty of delicious smells, you having been in the kitchen all day. (Dean had offered to help, but you’d caught him snacking multiple times.) “Hey, sweetheart. Everything good?”

“I think so. We just need to get everything out to the table.”

“You got it,” Dean said, grabbing a bowl of potatoes and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Sammy! Come help me carry this stuff out.”

Once the table was laden with food, your new extended family sat down to eat. John gave a small prayer; Dean carved the turkey. Everything was wonderful.

After the meal, Sam helped Dean with the dishes while you propped your feet up on the couch.

“I have to say, you look like you’re about to pop!” Mary said with a smile. “And yet, you still have that beautiful glow.”

“How many more months?” Jess asked.

“Three,” you said with a small smile. You rubbed your hand over your swollen belly, feeling your baby move around. “They say I’m going to gain a little more weight, a little more mass… and I already feel like a whale.”

“Well, you’re the cutest whale this family has ever seen,” John said.

“How are you feeling?” Mary asked.

“Fine,” you said. “Sometimes I get a backache, sometimes I have to take a break from being on my feet, but everyone at work is completely understanding. And Dean’s been wonderful.”

“My ears are burning,” Dean said, stepping into the living room, his brother behind him.

“Just singing your praises,” you said.

Dean leaned down and gave you a small kiss before sitting next to you. “Well, I have a lot. Which one are you discussing this time?”

“Your impending fatherhood,” John said. “You think you’re ready?”

Dean’s shoulders straightened. “Well, the way I see it, I’ve been to war, I lost part of a leg, went through months of therapy… I can handle anything.”


It was a blustery day in March when the newest Winchester made his way into the world. Dean called his parents and his brother and they all promised to visit.

Dean was standing outside the nursery, looking through the window at his son when John approached.

“Congratulations, son,” John said, clapping Dean on the shoulder.

“Thanks, Dad.” Dean noticed this was the first time John had called him ‘son’ in… well, a long, long time.

It felt good.

“So, which one is the next Winchester auto mechanic?”

Dean chuckled, pointing at his son. “Right there.”

“Looks strong,” John said. “You did good.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Dean said. “Y/N did all the work.”

“She did the heavy lifting. But you still contributed.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh. Was this what it was going to be like from now on? He and his father actually getting along?

“Dean!” Mary came bustling down the hall, looking like she was going to burst with happiness. She wrapped her arms around him. “I just talked to Y/N. She looks great! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Dean!” Sam jogged down the hall, joining the family. “Congratulations, man!”

“Thanks, Sammy.”

“When can I hold him?”

Dean watched as a nurse stepped into the nursery and began to wheel his son out of the room. “As soon as Y/N’s done feeding him. Promise.”

Dean untangled himself from his family and went back to the room where you sat in bed, baby to your chest. Your hair was falling from the bun you’d pulled it into, you had the softest smile on your face.

“Hey, beautiful.”

You looked up, smiling at Dean. “Your mother is so excited to finally meet her grandson.”

“And somehow, Sammy’s even more excited to meet his nephew. I vote we get him to change the first diaper.”

You chuckled. “Don’t throw those moments away. You’ll miss them when he’s up and walking, which will be here before you know it.”

“Don’t say that,” Dean said, sitting beside you. “I want this moment to last forever.”

Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 21: Thoughts

Sam Winchester x Reader

1780 Words

Chapter Summary: Still upset over Sam’s decision, you try to come to accept it, knowing you don’t have much time left with him.

Story Summary: You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

After your emotional talk with Sam, you watched him walk away, making no attempt to follow him. The tears that you hardly ever let fall, dropped down your cheeks, and you hastily brushed them away just as Bobby’s voice boomed from behind you. “You’re a Reaper.” He started but it didn’t sound like an insult. “Can’t you figure out a way to stop him, to make all of this work without him sacrificing himself. Talk to Death maybe?”

You turned to face the older man, your pain filled eyes answering him when your voice wouldn’t work.

“Didn’t think so, but it was worth a shot.” He said, pulling a bottle of whiskey from a cabinet.

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The Prank King

A conversation about Dean messing with Sam’s voice mail leads to a argument about who’s the best prankster. A bet is made, then its WAR!

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

The three of you sat in a diner eating breakfast after finishing up your latest case.  You and Dean were finishing your coffee while Sam checked his voice mail.

“Sam are you ever gonna change your message?” You asked. “I left you a voice mail yesterday, and I still got Dean saying you were “waxing everything”.  That’s getting really old.” 

Sam sighed deeply.  “I’ve given up.  Every time I change it, he just changes it back.”

“Quite the prankster, aren’t you Dean?” You said with eyebrows raised.

“He thinks he is.” Sam muttered.

“I am the King.” Dean boasted.

“Oh please.” You rolled your eyes. “I can out prank both of you any day of the week.”

“Oh yeah? That sounds like a challenge to me. What do you think, Sammy?” Dean asked his brother.

“Y/N, don’t.  Just don’t.  It won’t end well for you.”  Sam said with a grin.

“Bring It.”

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hate // part II

I’ve been sitting around my house for the past 3 days. I haven’t talked to any of the guys, especially not Nate, despite his endless calls, since we hooked up and kissed the next morning.

I was just so confused. I mean, I don’t know if I like Nate, I’m just so used to his ass of an attitude, but the kiss, like what the fuck? How am I supposed to feel? Was the kiss supposed to make me suddenly change my mind on him and get back in bed with him?

I’ve been ignoring every call and text I could. I barely was on my social media. I was just so out of everything. The only thing I could think of was Nate.

Yes, the parts of the night I do remember were great. Like the way his hands felt, slowly running down my body. Or the way his lips felt like against my neck. The way his fingers and tongue worked on me. His hot breath, making me beg for him. And god, the way he felt inside me. I’m surprised I could even move the next morning. God, it was so good.

And aside from all that hot shit. There were other good things. Like how on the way out of the club, he nearly beat the shit out of some guy who grabbed me, trying to get me home with him. Or the way he kept me protected, with his arm around me walking out of the club. The way that our sex wasn’t serious. Sure it started out hot and full of lust, but once we got up to the bedroom, my awkwardness got the best of me and we both laughed a bit at that.

But then there’s all the shit I’ve been putting up with. His constant insults and shade he threw at me. Always saying shit to me about something I was doing or did. Like the time we all went out and I got drunk, along with Em and Stass, but he said shit all day about me the next day to the guys, saying I was trashy, and my outfit was ‘slutty’ yet Stass, not that I have a problem with her, had less on then me, and her boobs came out that night.

I was laying on my couch thinking about all this shit, a big tee and thigh high socks. My hair up in a very very messy bun, no makeup and stuffing my face with pizza and a bottle of wine, or a half empty bottle to tell ya the truth.

I was in the middle of all these thoughts when there was a knock on my door. Groaning I decided to just ignore them. I clearly wasn’t expecting company, and I wasn’t dressed for any company. Well 5 minutes later and the knocking hasn’t stopped.

“oh my god.” I groan, throwing a pillow over my face and groaning. I got up and yanked open the door.

“what!?” I yell, not in the mood for company or anything.

“damn ma, nice to see you too.” Nate spoke, before letting himself in and walking into my living room and sitting where I was previously laying down.

“sure, come on in.” I mumbled, closing the door and trudging into the kitchen, trying to avoid Nate.

I busied myself, cleaning up some dishes, the table, all kinds of stuff, just to avoid Nate, which didn’t last long since he followed me in, standing across the kitchen counter from me. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

“ya know, you’re pretty hot when you’re annoyed and pissed.” He said so fucking cockily.

“fuck off Nate. Honestly. What the fuck are you even doing here?” I asked, throwing my rag in the sink, only to turn around to see Nate standing right behind me.

“what the fuck am I doing here? What do you fucking think (y/n), you wanna explain to me why you literally ran out the other morning, and been ignoring everyone?”

“why I ran out the other morning? How about the fact that after years of your shit you just kiss me and say all kinds of shit that’s supposed to make everything okay suddenly?”

“I don’t get why you’re freaking out over this?”

“Nate, we were best friends, and then suddenly you cut me off, say all kinds of shit. And then one drunken hookup and a kiss the next morning and you expect things to be cool again? Make something happen between us?”

“(y/n) fucking chill. Do you not understand all that shit. It fucking killed me when I heard you slept with Sammy. You know how bad that hurt me? God I was willing to do anything for you and I still would. And you know all the shit Sammy said about you after that? I’m not gonna snitch on my man, but just hearing him talk how he did, god I got so jealous.”

“that doesn’t mean it’s okay to just fucking drop me and start all this childish shit Nate. We were best friends. You coulda just fucking talked to me.”

“god (y/n) I fucking like you okay? I have since high school when we first fucking met. It’s been years and I’ve had this stupid soft spot for you.” He huffed, and then his eyes went wide with the realization of what he just actually said.

I just stood there, shocked. Probably just as shocked as him, if not more. I mean, he liked me? I mean, it’s probably all a lie. Some sick joke to him. I don’t know what to think. I mean, yeah he was hot, everyone knew that, but these past few years he’s been such an ass.

“(y/n) say something. please.”

“Nate, what do you want me to say? I like you too?”

“well yeah, that’d be great.”

“Nate, I don’t know what I feel. I’ve gone these past few years with taking all kinds of shit from you an-“

I was cut off by Nate’s lips on mine, yet again. Shocked at first, but then I relaxed when his hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer. I flung mine around the back of his neck and kissed him back.

I played with the ends of his hair and his hand of course found their way to my ass, giving it a slight squeeze, causing me to let out a slight giggle, allowing Nate to slip his tongue into my mouth.

He picked me up and sat me down on the counter as we continued to makeout. His hands were resting on my bare thigh now. He didn’t try for anything else, which I thought was weird, considering this is Nate we’re talking about.

We pulled apart, breathing heavy. My forehead resting against Nates. Nate brought his hand up and moved some of the loose strands from my hair out of my face. And then he looked at me.

“Nate” I sighed, pushing him back a bit and turning my head.

Sure, the kiss was great. Hell if was the best fucking thing in my life, but it’s Nate, the same guy who’s been an ass to me for so long. And yeah, maybe I’m being ridiculous, holding this sort of ‘grudge’ against him, but I can’t just let my guard down, giving him the perfect opportunity to humiliate me.

“(y/n) don’t do this.” Nate said, bringing his hand to the side of my face and turning me to look at him. His eyes were soft.

“Nate, I just-“

“You felt something, I know you did.”

“Nate-“ I sighed.

“(y/n) please, just let me take you out. One date. Please. Just give me a chance to show you I’m serious.”

I sat and thought about it. What if I agreed and then he laughs at me, thinking he was serious. Or I do go out and then he tells all the guys at the end of the date. Like what if it’s just some cruel joke.

“why didn’t you try for anything else just now? Like why did you stop? I mean, I’m half naked, and I’ve never known you to hold back.”

“because I don’t want this to just be about sex. I fucking like you (y/n), I don’t want just sex with you.”

I smiled at his answer.

“yes Nate.”

“what?” he looked at me confused.

“I’ll go out on one date with you.”

“really!?” he cheered, smiling at me.

“yeah. If you really want.”

“yes! Of course. Get ready, and I’ll be back over around like 4.” He said, quickly pecking my lips and running out the house. I just laughed and got off the counter and went up to shower and get ready for my date.


a/n: so I’ll probably do a part 3 if you guys want, I just really wanted to post since I feel like you guys have been waiting for a while. Sorry if it’s not as good as you expected, but I’ve been super busy with school, work and I also just recently got a puppy, so sorry if you don’t like it that much. But hopefully you liked it at least a little bit.

Family man -Derek


Y/n is at work so I’m home with our daughter Bri (brianna) she’s In her room doing god knows what a fifteen year old girl does alone. Better not be sending no damn nudes to any boys. Not that, that’s own my mind I should check on her I run up stairs to her room

“Bri what are you doing” I open her door “what in the hell is on your face Brianna Nicole”

“Makeup” she smiles innocently

“I thought I said no makeup until your 18”

“Well mom said I could”

“Yeah well I’m your father”

“I’m more scared of mom than I am you dad” she smiles

“I don’t want you wearing makeup bri that’s final” I try to say sternly

“Please daddy, all the girls wear it” she gives me those puppy dog eyes and just like her mother she knows how to get me to say yes “God dammit bri, a certain amount only”

“Yay thank you daddy!” She screams and hugs me “And just between us, I agree with you moms pretty damn scary ain’t she?” She laughs

“Can I do your makeup?”

“Do what, hell no bri” again she gives me those puppy dog eyes and gets me to give in once more. She points me to sit at her desk and I do so, damn woman just like her mother

“Did mom ever do your makeup?”

“No. but she’s painted my nails before” I frown

“Stop frowning dad, you’ll have wrinkles”

“What do you know about wrinkles, im thirty nine bri it’s natural to have damn wrinkles”

“Wow you’re really young dad ” she smiles “how old were you when you and mom met?”

“Uhm. Don’t use this against us in the future, I was 24 she was 18”

“Holy shit dad that’s pedophile like”

“Watch your damn mouth Brianna”

“You say it”

“I’m also an adult”

“You don’t always act it”

“I’m gonna to ground you”

“What why?!”

“You’re back talking” she rolls her eyes so I flick her, she continues doing my damn makeup until Her phone rings, I didn’t want her to have a phone but not y/n fucking insisted she needed a phone

. “Hi mom” she answers, ahh speaking of the female devil “he’s next to me why?” She has a worried look on her face “okay here, mom wants to talk to you”


“Why do you sound like your both in trouble? What’d you do?”

“Nothing babe I swear, except for miss little smart mouth over here is back talking”

“Oh she’s fifteen Derek get used to it, what do you want for dinner and do not say whiskey and pizza or so god help us both”

“Damn chill ma, Buffalo Wild Wings I dunno why don’t we just go eat when you get home”

“Fine, you two both better be ready” we hang up and bri looks at me with a disgusted look

“what?” I laugh

“Ma?” She shivers “gross dad” I roll my eyes at her. She finishes the makeup

“I look like a god damn drag queen” she starts laughing

“Wow you are one sexy beast” she Laughs sarcastically why is she so much like her mother.


I pull into the drive of mine and Derek’s house, I go in

“Guys I’m home lets go!!” I shout, Derek bri both come down stairs

“Mom look I made dad look sexy!”

“Oh good god my own husband looks better I. Makeup than i do” he comes over to me trying to kiss me “get away you weirdo” he laughs and kisses me anyways, I take a picture of it then one of all three of us, my weird little family it’s growing tho also!

“Bri go change into something decent”

“Why” she whines

“Because you’re not wearing short shorts and a tank top to dinner go” she stomps up the stairs “brat” I mumble, Derek comes back from the kitchen with a Makeup free face

“How was work”

h “Long and tiring” I wrap my arms around his neck “I couldn’t wait to get back to you guys” he leans in and kisses me and moves to my neck

“Uhm ew guys I’m right here” bri says “keep it in your pants dad” Derek smacks the back of her head

“watch your mouth” We leave and go to Buffalo Wild Wings, Derek Drove bri was being a hyper little shit

“Mom, you were 18 when you met dad that’s child molestation!”

“Brianna Nicole” I laugh “no it wasn’t I was of legal age to date your father”

“Wasn’t so much of dating at first” he mumbles I smack him

“What?” She asks

“Nothing he was being stupid bri don’t listen”

“Did he say you weren’t planning on dating?” Her mouth falls open “DID YOU GUYS JUST PLAN ON FUCKING AND NEVER SPEAKING AGAIN?!”

“Brianna Nicole luh! Watch your mouth! ” I look at her “speak like that again you’re grounded for two months”

“Sorry sorry…” she says

“And it wasn’t like that, your dad is a music artist that type of thing happens at concerts which is why you’re never going to one” I say

“Sides, I knew from the moment I met your mother I wanted more than a one time deal Bri” Derek says so not helping

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that when I saw your mother I was literally out of breath, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her and what I said as the immature adult that I was ‘god fucking damn she’s hot’ so your uncle kev and then invited her back stage and it’s history from there” he looks at her through the mirror

“So you knew from the minute you saw her you loved her?” Her smile widens

“Yeah I guess so” he smiles, we get to Buffalo Wild Wings, Bri starts shivering once she gets out of the car “should’ve brought a jacket”

“Don’t mean rude dad”

“Derek for heavens sake give your daughter your jacket” he groans and gives it to her

“Way to be mature dad” she scoff

s “How many sir?” The host asks

“Two and children’s menu” he says

“Dad I’m not a child” After their argument we finally got a table, Derek next to me and Bri In front of us.

“How are your grades at school?” I ask, she had a half day today

“I’m failing biology”


“I’m trying I just get things mixed up mom it’s hard and the teacher won’t help me” I sigh and nod, note to self call the school.

Half way through dinner, Bri is talking about some boy at school while Derek tries to keep his cool about, I notice his hand on my inner thigh he’s always in the mood at the worst dam. Times I smack his hand away

“So guys I have something to say” they both look at me “you can’t be mad”

“What babe?”

“Mom you look pale are you okay?”

“Yeah just feeling a little nauseous I’ll fine” I say “but -hold that that thought excuse me Derek ” Derek moves and I go to the bathroom and find myself throwing up. I was never this sick with bri. Which makes me think maybe I’m having a boy. I wash out my mouth and wash my hand and go to them

“Are you okay y/n?” Derek asks worried “bri help your mom out to the car while I pay”


“Wait guys,” I say they both look once again “I’m pregnant” bris mouth falls open and Derek quickly stand up tripping over his feet

“Are you serious right now y/n?” He asks

“Yeah, were having another baby Derek” he Hugs me and kisses

“I’m gonna be a sister?!” Bri asks excitedly

“You’re not mad or anything?”

“No mom I’m finally gonna be a big sister!” She practically screams, Derek pays and we go home, Derek knowing from my first pregnancy he stops at the store and grabs two big jars of pickles , ice cream and cotton candy. Once we get back home Bri goes to bed, leaving it just Derek and I, Derek comes down from changing and telling Bri goodnight, she loves her dad tucking her in, she’s a daddy’s girl even though they don’t always get along. I catch Derek taking picture of me with my ice cream and pickles

“Hey asshat”

“Hey babe” I roll my eyes at him and continue to eat my pickles, he sits next to me pulling me closer to him “I can’t believe we’re having another baby”

“Happy?” I ask looking up at him

“very fucking happy” he kisses me and steals a pickle fucker. “Now I can talk about something new with the guys” I laugh

“What have you been talking about?” I ask

“How much Bri is like you”

“Oh really how so?”

“She’s sarcastic, she can get me to do anything just like you can, and has your eyes your laugh and smile, and Attitude ” he says “it’s a certain look you guys pull on me that gets me to do anything you fucking want me too” during his talking I finished my pickles and put a mint in my mouth I hate pickle breath

“Like what like this” I moved everything to the coffee table and straddle him “let’s have sex”

“Babe no” knowing exactly what face he means I pull the pouty puppy dog look “no” I’m not going to give up, Bri is in bed , I’m in the mood I always get what I want

“Derek please” I whine “let’s do it while we can before I get to fat”

“You’re not going to get fat, our baby is growing” he says

“Youre no fun” I turn off the tv and turn everything off and go upstairs to room

“Stop pouting just because I said no” he says “I can tell you’re tired and don’t feel good” I hate that he was right. I sigh and change into some shorts and a Tshirt

“I hate that you right” he lays next to me and rubs my stomach making me fall asleep.



You look in the mirror and can’t believe this day is here. You knew when you met Nate 5 years ago that he was the one you wanted to marry, but the day was finally here. Your bridesmaids help you get your veil on and smooth out your dress before they leave to go check on the final details. You hear a quiet knock at the door.

“It’s me, Mama” a deep voice rings through the room and you recognize it right away. 

“Nate? Get out of here you’re not supposed to see me before the wedding” You say smiling, secretly happy to be talking to him. Your nerves were running high and he always had a way of calming you down.

“I won’t come in. I don’t want to ruin the surprise. But, I just wanted to talk to you before things get crazy today and say how much I adore you” You walk over closer to the door. “The first day I saw you 5 years ago I told Sammy I was going to marry you and I wasn’t wrong. You’re my everything” He says sweetly.

“I love you so much, Nathan Montgomery Maloley,” you say trying not to tear up and ruin your makeup “We are so lucky to be together. I can’t wait to be your wife today and forever”

“I’m going to be the best husband,” He says and you can hear him smiling.

“You are. But, you need to get out of here. My bridesmaids are going to come back soon and your sister will kick you out. Also, make sure Stew, Swazz, the Jacks, and Sammy are around. I don’t want to loose our groomsmen. They disappeared for like an hour at the rehearsal dinner” You chuckle and hear him laugh with you through the door.

“Alright. I love you, my bride” He says and you hear him walk away

“I love you too, my groom” you smile to yourself as you hear your bridesmaids coming back down the hall. 

I’ll Take The Fall, Chapter Two

SPN FanFic

~What if Sam didn’t have to take the fall? What if his sister could do it for him?~

Sis!Reader, John, Mary, (Lucifer), Bobby, Dean

2,135 Words

Warnings: Minor Character Death

Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three

Y/N woke in a panic, cold sweat dripping down her back, a tight knot in her chest. She sat up quickly and looked around. The room was as she’d left it; the windows were sealed tight, invisible lines of salt intact in the creases of the sill. James was beside her, asleep on his side, rolled tightly in his blanket as usual. She could see nothing wrong; her ears picked up no reason for the abrupt wake up, but something felt off. Gingerly she climbed out of bed, careful not to wake up her husband. This was a common routine for her as she never slept very much. She’d go to bed with him, watch him fall asleep with a content smile and then stare at the ceiling until sleep took her away. Nightmares and thoughts of her brothers kept her from resting fully. Some nights she would force herself to stay awake just so she didn’t have to witness the crazy horrors that her brain concocted. She’d sit up alone by the dark window with her cell phone clutched tightly in her hand; she’d scroll down and rest her thumb over Dean’s name. She never called him; he never called her. But not a day went by that she didn’t think about him and Sammy.

She had moved on; it’d been over seven years since she’d laid eyes on either of her siblings. Since then Y/N had moved to New York, gotten a job at an art gallery, met and married an amazing man; things were great. Things were normal.

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Sappy love-struck idiot

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@bringmesomepie56 ..Hey Arie, I hope you like it babe :)

“Dean! What the hell are you doing in my room at this time?” You asked, knitting your brow. 

“Son of a bitch,” Dean muttered under his breath, trying to hide something that was in his hand. 

He was sitting on the floor of your room, with his back resting against the side of your bed. His long, bow legs stretched in front of him, as he desperately tried to conceal the small envelope by shoving it beneath the bed.

“Dean?” You asked again, cocking your eyebrow, “Is it something for me?”

He looked up then, nodding his head a little, an adorable little smile playing on his lips. He looked like a small boy who was caught stealing cookies from the jar. That innocent expression in his green eyes tugged at your heart. 

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Have You Been Drinking Again

a:n// YOOOO, I’M ALIVE. but for real, I promised I’d have one up tonight so here it is. A lovely request for a lovely anon. I hope you like it, and I’m so sorry for the long wait. I hope you guys like it a lot and I’m also dead ass tired so if it’s kinda poopy it’s cause I was like half asleep writing this. So sorry if it sucks. Love you all. I’ll get better at posting I promise.


Another pointless date, with another random guy. This is the 4th date I’ve been on this week. And no, it wasn’t a sex thing, where we go out, go home together and have sex. I ended every date with a hug and just never contacting them again.

I just couldn’t. Literally every conversation we had, I couldn’t find anything to spark my interest. Clearly the guys had a nice time, the excitement in their voice and body language as they talked all about themselves and their lives, and they all seemed boring to me quite frankly. There was just no connection.

The reason why I’m in this situation? It’s kinda complicated. Prior to this dating spree I had this guy I was kinda seeing. We met through a mutual friend, Nate. I worked the boards in his studio sessions, and he did a song with his best friend. The one and only Sammy Wilk.

Sammy and I really hit it off and we became really close. As my relationship with Nate grew, so did my friendship with Sammy. I started hanging out with them more and more and then Sammy and I just kinda became a thing.

Fans found out and shipped us hard, and well neither of us were the relationship type, so we just didn’t really label it. He called me his, and only his and I called him mine. Yeah we were together, but just not labeled. Unofficially, official. And things were good for the longest time. A year and a half, calling each other babe and baby, lots of I love you’s and a great sex life.

But then one night I showed up to his place for a party he was having. I had a late night at the studio, so I had arrived like 3 hours after the party started. I was greeted by people, all my friends since becoming so close with the boys, but I couldn’t find Sammy. Nate said he thought he was outside, so I went out looking for him, only to find him sitting by the fire, Stassie straddling him and she was whispering to him, and I started walking over there, but then her lips were on his, and I felt my heart shatter.

“hey (y/n) what’s up?” Gilinsky spoke from next to Sammy, who pulled back from Stassie panic written on his face.

“hey G” I replied, and then turned around, getting ready to leave.

I heard Sammy calling out behind me as I moved through the crowd of people. I was done with this. Stassie was always all over Sammy, and he never did anything to like, push her away. She always talked about how hot he was and the things she would do to him, literally right in front of me when she knew Sammy and I were like, a thing.

He caught up to me, grabbing my elbow, spinning me around to face him. I had tears in my eyes cause I love him. He tried to explain, but I was just too stubborn and too caught up in the moment. I was yelling at him, screaming at him, tears streaming down my face.

Johnson came out and pulled me away from Sammy, G and Nate grabbing Sam and taking him back inside. Johnson drove me home and let me cry about it the whole way home. He listened to everything I had to say and he just really helped me, talking me through it.

Well the next day Sammy showed up, but I was still pissed. We fought. I was screaming at him, and he would yell at me because ‘I wasn’t listening’ but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know exactly how I felt. I threw a plate at him when he called me a bitch, which caused us to fight even more. And I finally had enough. I told him to get out and leave and that I never wanted to see him again, tears staining my cheeks, and Sammy’s face softened at the sight before he sighed and left.

So after that, I just needed a few days to cool down. Sammy would still text me, ask me if I was okay, if we could talk, but I ended up just ignoring them. I needed some time to think things over. But then I saw pictures of him at the studio with the boys, and fucking Stassie.

So after crying to my friends about it they told me to ‘get the fuck over it and show him what he’s missing’ so that’s why I’m on these little dates. And I tried to have fun, and have a nice time, but these guys were just all duds. It’s been a month, and I haven’t found one guy that sparks my interest.

“(y/n), are you even listening?” my date, Evan asked.

“oh, uh, yeah sorry. I’m just not feeling that well. I think I’m gonna go home. I’m sorry.” I flashed a sympathetic smile and grabbed my stuff, kissing him on the cheek and thanking him and headed home.

When I got home I took a bath, the warmth relaxing me. I lost track of time and next thing I know it’s midnight, but I was so relaxed. I had actually fallen asleep I was so comfortable. I got out and dried off, changing into a pair of black booty shorts and a bob marley tee shirt I stole from Sammy, but he let me keep it cause ‘I look so cute in them’ according to him.

I was now in bed, watching the boy. I hadn’t seen it yet, but I heard it was good. Now I love scary movies, but it was nearly 1 in the morning. It was getting pretty intense, you know how scary movies go, the dramatic, suspenseful music starts playing, so you know something is gonna happen, so I was just waiting. My phone starts ringing, making me jump and fall out of bed.

I climbed up off the floor, picking up my phone and answering it.

Hello? I asked, my voice a little shaky.

‘(y/n), what’s up babe?’

Sam…. I sighed.

‘baby girl. Come here.’

Sam…it’s 1:30 in the morning.

‘so what baby, I just wanna see you. Please. Baby, it’s been so long since I seen you. Please. I love you.’

Sammy…have you been drinking again? I sighed.

‘aye ma, you know me so well’ he laughed and then I heard a thud.

Sammy? No response. Sammy are you there? And I heard nothing.

Despite what he did, I still cared about him. I still loved him. I hated to admit it, but I did. I can’t just unlove him ya know? We went through so much together, and I don’t regret it.

I got out of bed, not bothering to put on a bra and change, sliding on my boots on. I rushed out to my car and sped off to Sammy’s. I ran inside, knowing where he kept the key.

“Sammy!” I called out, panicking. I was about to run upstairs when I saw Sammy stumble out of the kitchen with a taco in his hand. He saw me and smiled his cute little smile he has when he’s high.

“baby. You came.” He smiled.

“Sammy, what the hell?”

“what babe?” he asked, setting his now empty plate on the table and walking over to me, throwing his arms around me.

“baby, I’ve missed you so much.” He mumbled in my ear.

“Sammy, I thought you got hurt.” I sighed, rubbing his back.

“I’m sorry I scared you baby girl” he sighed, caressing my face.

I couldn’t look away from him. His eyes were mesmerizing, and I haven’t looked in them in forever. A month or so. And I just couldn’t look away. Sammy pulled away, and started to walk to the couch, stumbling and running into the table and nearly falling. I caught him and we both laughed.

I helped him up to bed, laughing when he fell and crawled up the stairs. It was quite the sight. And then I helped him into bed, and I was getting ready to leave when he grabbed my arm.

“baby, stay.”

“Sammy.” I sighed, but smiled at his dopey little smile.

“please baby. I miss waking up with you in my arms. I love you so much (y/n)”

I rolled my eyes. He knew I could never resist him, or say no to him really. I relaxed in his grip and he smiled, scooting over and opening his arms for me to crawl into them. As soon as I crawled into his arms, not even 2 minutes later I heard Sammy’s little snores. I smiled to myself and ended up falling asleep, and finally I was able to get some good sleep.

I woke up the next morning, and felt two things. Firstly, was Sammy’s arm wrapped around me, and his even breathing, signaling he was awake. The second thing I felt was a little further south.

“Sammy.” I laughed

“hmm?” he hummed, pulling me closer into him.

“um, you have a slight situation.” I muttered awkwardly, only to have Sammy laugh and readjust.

“hey, it’s not like you’ve never seen it or felt it before.” He said so nonchalantly.

“Sammy” I sighed, turning to face him.

“what?” he asked.

“don’t do this. Don’t start talking about the past and try to make everything okay by thinking about it.”

“she came onto me.” He said, staring up at the ceiling.


“Stassie. Every time you saw photos and shit, she came onto me. That night of the party I tried to avoid her, but a few drinks and a few hits later I was done trying to hide and avoid her. I mean, it was my house and my party for fucks sake, so I went out and I knew you would be there soon. I was out smoking by the fire and she walked up with my sister and they sat down. And Stass decided to sit on my lap, and then she started saying all this shit in my ear and the next thing I know she’s kissing me.”

“Sammy…” I sighed.

“no please you have to believe me. (y/n) I still love you. And I would go back and change that moment in a heartbeat. Please babe. Can we just try one more time? I’m so sorry for what happened and everything that got blown out of proportion. Please.” he spoke.

I looked over at him and looked in his eyes, and they were full of sympathy. Yeah, it was one mistake, and we weren’t ‘together’ but it still hurt. Maybe I was wrong. But I mean, I still love him, I shouldn’t let that one little hiccup get in the way.

I love him and he makes me happy, why wouldn’t I be with him?

“well.” I started, Sammy looking hopeful. “I think it’d be hard to say no to that when you’ve already got me in your bed.” I giggled.

“so you forgive me?”

“yeah.” I smiled.

“good, cause I missed waking up next to my girlfriend.” He said as he grabbed my face and turned me towards him and connected our lips.

“I love you.” He muttered as we pulled away, our foreheads resting against one another’s.

“I love you too Sammy.” I muttered before snuggling back into him.

Not My Father’s Son

Song: Indian- Sleeping At Last

Pairing: eventual Dean x Reader

Prompt: AU- Non-Supernatural Verse: Dean meets a women named Y/N and realizes that maybe good things do happen

Warnings: AU, self-doubt/hate (from Dean but what’s new), John’s an ass

Words: 2089

Note: Idk where this came from but I really like it. It’s 3rd person, but I sort of want this to be mainly about Dean. Dean and reader are 24 and Sam is 18.

* Y/C/H- your color hair Y/C/E- your color eyes

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Jealousy Fueled ~S.W.~

Summary: you’re bestfriend Stassie introduces you to her new friends.

Requested: you bet

Note:I’m sorry this was so long and it probably sucked


“Stass I’m not sure.” I say. My bestfriend wants me to meet her new friends. I’ve heard some of their music but I mainly stayed to myself. !,

“Oh come on. They’ll love you. And I think you’ll like John, you guys are really similar.” She says finishing her make up.

“Fine. What do I wear though?” I say walking to my closet.

“Just wear what you usually wear. It’s not like we’re going out or anything.” She says finishing her lipstick.

I settle on tight crop tank top with my black leggings and a flannel. I don’t feel like wearing heels so I put on my Jordan’s. I re straighten my hair and touch up my makeup.

“Who’s car are we taking.” I say throwing on a hat.

“Yours is fine.”

We go to the garage and get into my blue corvette z01, it took a lot of work to get it but I’m glad I got it.

As Stassie tells me where to go we listen to our favorite songs.

I pull into the drive way of a fairly large house. The garage is open and in it is a Audi s5 and a newer Jeep Wrangler. These are like my dream cars.


“You like my car?” I hear a voice. I turn around and see a thin boy with blue eyes and blonde hair.

“I love it. That was gonna be my next car. It was either the Audi or my Corvette so i decided to get the z01 first.” I say rocking back and forth on my heels.

“You like cars?” Another boy comes out behind the first. His jaw is sharp and his eyebrows dark.

“I love cars.” I say fixing the hat on my head.

“I like this one stass. Hi I’m Jack and this is Jack. You can call me G or Gilinsky” he says shaking my hand.

“You can call me Jack or Johnson.” The blue eyed one says.

“I’m y/n and it’s nice to meet you guys, and you’re cars.” I say eyeing their cars.

“Alright. Let’s go inside before y/n busts a nut looking at your cars.” Stassie says laughing

“You should meet are friend Taylor. He’s not here right now but he’ll be here later.” Johnson says as we walk in through the garage door.

We go into the living room and there’s 5 guys sitting across the couches 2 of them were smoking.

“Okay y/n this is Nate.” His hair was up in a bun and he looked high already.

“Sup. You smoke?” He asks taking the blunt out of his mouth.

“All the time” I say smiling at him.

“I like her” he says winking at me.

“Slow down skate. I’m John, you can call me swazz” John says. He has brown eyes and pearly white teeth. He doesn’t have a shirt on showing off his various tattoos.

“I’ve heard about you” I say moving my eyes to the next boy. He was playing the youngest looking boy in 2k

“That’s Sammy he’s currently invested in his basketball game against Hayes” Hayes looks up quickly and waves at me.

I smile back and look back to Sammy. He had brown hair done up in some kind of side sweep. He has lighth brown eyes and his lip is in between his teeth, that have grills on them.

“I’m skeez” the last one says. He’s also smoking and looks extremely tired.

“It’s nice to meet all of you” I say looking back to Stassie.

They all give me back some kind of acknowledgment.

“So y/n what do you do. I mean you have a super nice car so you had to work for it somehow.” Gilinsky says as I sit in a chair by the couch.

“Well I do a couple things. Mainly I make YouTube videos and model but I also do make up and hair for models and things like that.” I say.

“You want a beer?” Johnson says walking towards the kitchen.

“Yeah that’ll be cool” I said.

“You’re a model. That explains why you’re so hot” John says winking at me. I blush and look down.

“You wanna smoke.” Skeez says pushing the blunt towards me.

I take it from him and watch the game Sammy and Hayes are playing.

“Who’s who?” I ask looking at the two boys.

“I’m the Mavericks” Hayes says concentrating on trying to get the ball from Sam.

“Well no wondering you’re losing. Going against a team like golden state. You were fucked from the jump bro” I say sipping the beer Jack gave to me.

“Well don’t you just know everything” Sammy rolled his eyes at me.

“Only what I’m interested in” I say raising an eyebrow.

“You aren’t interested in girl stuff”

“I litteraly live off of make up and modeling in high heels and dresses. Doesn’t matter anyway. I can like what ever I want to” I say blowing out a huge thing of smoke.

“Mind not smoking up all my weed. I’d rather it not be wasted on someone like you” Sam say shooting a 3 pointer and winning the game. He finally turns to look at me for the first time since I’ve been here.

“What the fuck does that mean?” I ask handing the blunt back to skeez. This asshole obviously doesn’t know who the fuck he’s talking to.

“Someone who comes into my house acting like they know everything. And flirting with all my friends.” He says sitting back on he couch.

“Stassie I suggest you get your friend before he finds out what type of person I really am” I say staring straight in his eyes. I stand up and walk out the front door and walking around to my car.

“Y/N wait.” I hear John yell.


“Don’t leave. I’m sorry sams an ass. I don’t know what his problem is. And you can’t leave everyone’s about to get here.” He says catching up to where I am.

“Fine. How bout this. Me and you can go grab food for everyone then come back and by then I’ll be cooled off?” I say sitting in my car.

“I can ride in your car?” Swazz says opening the door gently.

“Well you’re not going to walk are you?” I say starting the engine.


It’s been 4 months since I met all the boys and they were like my new family. Stassie was the only one I had before them. I met a few other people (Taylor Caniff, Dillon Rupp, Kyle Massey) we all became close. Except me and Sam. He’s nothing but an asshole.

I’m hanging out with the jacks and John when Stassie called me.

“Hey babe. What ya doing?” I ask her as I answer.

“Put me on speaker” she says. I tell the boys to listen and I put her on speaker.

“Ok so we have an announcement.” I hear Sammys voice through the phone.

“Okay. Shoot” I say rolling my eyes.

“ME AND SAM ARE DATING” Stassie screams through the phone. My heart drops I’m not sure why. Probably because my best friend is dating an asshole.

“Babe I was gonna tell them” Sam says laughing.

“Wow. Congratulations. Sammy treat her right.” I say seriously.

“Well no shit Sherlock.” I just roll my eyes at his rudeness.

“Well we’ll see you later. Bye guys” stass says hanging up. I lock my phone and sit back on the couch.

“Hey guys. Can we go to a party tonight.” I say looking up.

“Yeah. Taylor’s supposed to have one to show off his new Ferrari.” Johnson says focusing on his phone.

“I’m down.” G and Swazz say.

“Okay I’ll I’m gonna go get ready. Make your selves at home.” I say walking up the stairs.


I walked onto Taylor’s house with Swazzs arm wrapped around me. I greeted Taylor and we talked about his new car for a bit.

I was getting a drink when Stassie yelled my name. I turned around and saw Sam and stass walking toward me hand in hand. I clenched my jaw at them. Was I? Jealous? Hell yeah I was.

“Hey stass congrats you two.” I say downing three shots.

“Slow down there y/n. Don’t want you to get sick” Sammy said as stass ran of to talk to more of her friends.

“Fuck off Sam” I say trying to walk away.

“Why are you so angry. Are you alright” his eyes laced with concern.

“I’m fine Sam. Go find Stassie” I say trying to walk away again. He stepped infront of me.

“Are you jealous of Stassie and me?” He says smirking.

“I don’t know. I think so but I’m not sure why cause you annoy the fuck out of me and I love Stassie but theres something about you I can quite put my finger on but every love song I hear I feel like I relate to even though I’m all alone and I’m not in love with anyone. Especially you. I just don’t get and I’m so fucking confused” I said starting to tear up. Everything was so simple before Sam. Now I have no idea what I’m doing.

I look up and see Sam staring in my eyes. He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the house.

“Do you like me?” Sam says as we sit on the steps on the back of the house.

“I don’t know maybe.”

“I’m not sure how girl code works but I don’t think you’re allowed to like you’re best friends boyfriend.” Sam says smiling at me.

“Not helping Samuel.” I say scolding him.

“How about I try things out with Stassie for a little bit then see if she’s what I really want. Because honestly when I met you you were amazing. You liked everything I like and I could definetly see my self with you but me and Stassie had already admitted we liked eachother and were keeping it lowkey. I think I like you too y/n” he says looking at me.

“We’re a mess. Not even sure if we like eachother. How are we even supposed to tell if we do or not” I say looking at my hands. I feel Sammy out his hand under my chin. He made me look at him.

“We’ll figure it out” he whispered before he kissed me. Every cliché thing I’ve ever heard about kisses and true loves suddenly made sense.

We pulled back and looked at eachother.

“What about Stassie” I say feeling guilty.

“She likes me but is in love with someone else.” He says looking at his hands.


“Some guy who’s friends with her family”


“How about I’ll talk to Stassie and get everything figured out. I know you dont wanna lose her over me. But I want you to know I’ll always come back for you.” He says kissing my forehead before helping me up and going back into the party.

We went our separate ways and enjoyed the rest of the party.


It turns out Stassie had been cheating on Sammy with the guy Sam told me about. No one was mad at her because we understood. She told me she was happy for me and Sam.

Everyone was happy for us. They told us they were secretly hoping we would get together and they were about to take matters into their own hands.

I’m glad I got my baby Sam.