A/N: This all started because of Jen’s Strange Pairings Challenge, and now here we are on Part 4! I’m so sorry it took me forever to crank this one out, but life just kind of had other plans. Feedback is always welcome. If you want to be added or removed from the tag list, just let me know. Thanks guys!
Characters: Dean Winchester X Reader (mentioned), Sam Winchester, some OCs
Warnings: Language, Anger, Mentions of strippers (if that’s even a warning)
Word Count: 3500-ish
To his credit, the guard manning the gate at the Coco Beach Resort really did try his damndest not to crack a smile at the two large men crammed into the pink golf cart parked in front of him as he examined their badges and jotted down their info for the visitor log.
“Okay, sirs, you are good to go. Enjoy Coco Beach,” he said as he handed back their badges, still struggling to keep a straight face.
Dean huffed as he took his badge back from the older, uniformed man and gave a curt not before pulling through the gate.
“Oh, come on man. Don’t get pissy. Can you really blame the guy?” Sam asked as they pulled into a parking spot. “You know you’d be the first one to laugh if the shoe was on the other foot.”
“Well, Mr. Understanding, that’s beside the point. Maybe you are used to having your manhood questioned since you refuse to cut that mop on your head, but I’m not. And I don’t like it, not one fucking bit.” Dean slammed the lock into place before striding hurriedly towards the front office.
Request:Derek imagine?Where the reader
is Scott’s older sibling- childhood friends with Derek- who disappeared
mysteriously and was presumed dead- after many years turns up in Beacon hills
with Theo Raken. Love lust and jealousy makes Derek realize the depth to which
his feelings ran for her- he confronts her- sparks ensue which leads to smut?
And can you make it really rough- like uncontrollable Derek kinda rough? Don’t
read that much of his dark side in bed that often? Does this makes sense?
been pondering this idea for awhile, and lo and behold, i was finally struck
with some inspiration! I really hope this is what you wanted, dear c: Enjoy!
I would never forget the day that Y/N disappeared. Melissa was a
mess, absolutely inconsolable. Her husband was quietly frantic, the pain and
worry kept well hidden behind his eyes. Scott was so young, but he still cried
for his sister, asking when she would come home, why she wasn’t back yet. I was
a mess, desperately trying to find my best friend.
After weeks of looking, the police had no trace of her, no idea
where to go from there. My family and I searched, scouring the woods for her
scent, but we came up with nothing.
We figured she was dead.
After all, how was a 13 year old girl going to survive on her
own after vanishing without a trace?
All those nights I laid in bed, torturing myself with thoughts
of her. We had said we were going to take a trip after graduation, close our
eyes and point to somewhere on a map and just go. We talked about attending
college together, helping each other out with our work, bitching about strict
professors and getting late night Chinese food. Y/N had told me that she never
wanted to go anywhere without me because she didn’t want to lose her best
friend. She had promised that she would always be there, no matter what
happened or who came along, or where we went. And I had told her the same.
Just like that, it was all gone. Lost, just like her.
And yet, here I was, staring at her over ten years later, unable
to believe that was actually alive.
I knew that coming back to Beacon Hills would not only be hard for
me, but also for all the people that I left behind. I didn’t remember much
about my forced departure, and frankly I didn’t really want to. I probably had
those memories blocked out for a reason.
The last several years hadn’t exactly been easy. I had been
turned a few years ago, basically teaching myself how to control my shifts and
all the urges that came along with them. Definitely was not a fun process. I
eventually came to meet Theo Raken, tagging along with him for awhile. He’s the
one that brought me back to Beacon Hills, to my family.
Now here I was, strolling into a pack meeting on Theo’s arm. My
brother was there, offering a small smile as we entered. I had already caught
up with him and Stiles as soon as I got back (as well as my mother). But the
others were shocked and surprised to learn who I was and about what had
happened all those years ago.
And then he strolled down.
I thought I had recognized the scent, but of course I couldn’t
be sure. It was so different from what it used to be, just a bit of familiarity
still there. As soon as Derek walked into the room, my jaw dropped. His green
eyes landed on mine almost immediately, a myriad of emotions crossing his face.
I let go of Theo and slowly walked toward my old best friend, studying him carefully
as he did to me.
“Y/N?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. I nodded, offering the
tiniest smile. Derek’s mouth was parted in shock as we finally stopped circling
each other. “Everybody get out,” he announced loudly, making me raise my
brows. His eyes were still trained on me.
“But what about-” Stiles started, annoyance and confusion
radiating off of his body.
“I said get out,” Derek growled, flashing his blue eyes at all
of them and making me smirk. He quickly returned to studying my form as the
pack filed out slowly, grumbling here and there, before the heavy door slid
shut and trapped us inside.
“How long has it been? 11, maybe 12 years?” I asked, my tone
“Where have you been all these years? How are you even alive?”
Derek didn’t sound exactly pleased. I simply shrugged in response, not really
knowing what to tell him.
“I can’t give you a good answer for that,” I said truthfully.
“You’re a werewolf now?”
“Yeah,” I told him, sighing the word. “It wasn’t a decision
that I made, it was forced. So please, save the lecture,” I joked. Derek just
“The shift alone should have killed you if you were by yourself-”
“I managed for awhile, but then I met Theo. He’s kinda been like
my knight in shining armor.”
“Theo?” Derek snarled, his eyes turning dark. He was angry,
pissed probably. But I was entertained. What was the big deal. “Theo Raken
“A lot of people think that about you, Hale,” I countered,
offering a side-smile and playing coy. “So what? I don’t get a hello
thought you were dead!” Derek roared, backing me into a wall. Where the hell
had this come from? “You were my best
you think you can just- just show up again? Somehow alive and well, and with
Theo fucking Raken of all people?!” My mouth opened and closed, no words coming
out as I shook my head in confusion at his outburst. But then anger started to
take over the confusion, prompting me to respond.
“You find out I’m alive, and all you wanna do is yell at me? For
surviving!?” I shouted back, shoving Derek’s chest and succeeding in pushing
him a few inches back. He growled low in his throat, advancing until I was
against the wall again, his body just centimeters from mine. My breath hitched
in my throat at Derek’s proximity, the heat from his body radiating to mine.
searched for you for years, Y/N. Years! I didn’t
want to give up on the hope that you were still alive out there, but there was
no scent. Nothing. The cops had no leads, and neither did I. So, I finally
accept the fact that you’re dead, and here you are. Can you see where it would
be a little difficult for me?” His words were laced with anger and sarcasm,
dripping off of his tongue like venom. I softened just a bit, feeling for him a
tad, but still mostly just pissed off.
“I get that, I do. But it doesn’t change the fact that-”
“I was in love with you!” Derek yelled, slamming his fist into
the wall by my head. It wasn’t the punch that scared me, it was his
declaration. My eyes went wide, breathing stopping. Derek was nearly panting
with the effort of his words. As much as this softened my heart, it really
pissed me off. Pushing off the wall so I my nose was literally touching his, I
met his green eyes with my own furious one.
“Well, isn’t that just dandy,” I spat. Derek looked shocked,
pulling back a bit to get some space to breathe. I stormed around him, heading
for the door. “I don’t have to take this shit, Derek! I come back into
town, and this is what I get? Screamed at for leaving against my will, and then
unnecessary declaration of childhood love?! Ridiculous.” My words were venom on
my tongue and I grimaced as I spoke, hating the sound of what I was saying.
“Who says it was just childhood love?” he asked quietly, eyes on
the floor. I spun on my heels to glare at him, not needing to deal with this as
well as all my other shit.
“Well, tough crap,” I told him bluntly. “Because I’m not
that same girl you knew. So get over it, Derek.” With that, I turned to leave,
planning on not looking back. Just as my hand wrapped around the handle of the
loft door, a strong grip on my wrist yanked me back. My back collided with the
heavy metal, knocking the breath out of me and catching me by complete
surprise. Derek was right there, pressed against me, his eyes blazing.
“I let you walk out that door once, I’m not letting it happen
again,” he snarled, just before smashing his lips to mine in a bruising and
forceful kiss. I barely had any time to react before Derek’s hands were cupping
my face, holding me to him. My eyes fluttering shut, I finally gave in and
kissed him back, matching the passion and ferocity of it all. Everything was a
mess of tongues and teeth and gasps.
Soon enough, my jacket and shirt were on the ground somewhere,
and my fingers were pulling Derek’s Henley over his head as well. I gasped
loudly when his mouth found my neck, instantly finding the places that made me
weak in the knees. I drug my nails down his torso, earning a growl. Derek’s calloused
fingers gripped the backs of my thighs, lifting me up and carrying me to his
bed, dropping me down.
Green eyes were blazing as they studied my body, making me
shiver with anticipation. The next thing I knew, Derek was pulling my jeans
down my legs roughly, his body crawling to hover over mine as his lips kissed
their way up, nipping here and there.
“Shit,” I breathed, my back
arching as he traced the outline of my bra with his tongue. I felt the
vibrations rumble in his chest just before the cups of my bra were pulled down
quickly, exposing my breasts to the cool air. “Derek!” I yelped, my
fingers tangling in the sheets of the bed as he gently bit down on one of my
exposed nipples. Twisting my fingers in his dark hair, I pulled him up to kiss
me again, tasting his mouth.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Derek said into the kiss. I tugged
on his hair, making him groan. With a new ferocity, he discarded my bra, then
was somehow in between my legs in a matter of seconds. I propped myself up on
my elbows, watching and breathing heavily as Derek buried his face in the apex
of my thighs. I couldn’t stop the cry that left my lips as his tongue assaulted
my clit, circling it furiously. Derek was making small hums of approval,
sending jolts right through my body. I was moaning incoherently, not able to
form words as he worked me over mercilessly. His tongue was plunging into me,
making me scream his name as my head fell back in pleasure. It wasn’t long at
all before I was falling over the edge, my legs shaking and body arching off
But Derek didn’t stop there.
I was barely recovered as he removed his lips from my dripping
center, only to push two fingers into me. He kissed me again, hard, pumping his
fingers at a steady, fast rate. When his thumb moved up to circle my clit, I
couldn’t hold on. I was already so sensitive from my first orgasm that I didn’t
last more than a minute. My walls clenched around Derek’s fingers as I yelled a
string of curses. My nails had dug into his skin, leaving tiny marks that
healed almost immediately.
“Fuck,” I panted, laying back on the bed. Derek was peppering
sweet kisses all over my neck and chest as I tried to catch my breath.
“I just couldn’t help myself,” he mumbled, his voice still full
of lust. “You look so fucking good when you come.”
“I want you inside me,” I managed, my voice sounding shaky and
tired. I didn’t care, though, I just needed to feel him. That was all that
mattered. Derek growled, quickly shoving off his jeans and boxers before
pushing into me with ease.
“I can’t-“ he started, cutting himself off with a groan as he
filled me to hilt. “I won’t be able to control myself again.”
“I don’t care,” I moaned, bucking my hips up to his. There was a
deep rumbling in the back of his throat, his eyes turning blue for a split
second just before he slammed into me. “Fuck!” I cried, my chest pressing to
his as my back formed a perfect arc. Derek was fast and relentless, his hips
slamming into mine. His mouth was on my breasts, hot and wet, as I clung to his
“God, you feel so good,” he grunted into the skin of my neck,
biting down hard enough to surely leave a mark. “So tight and perfect.”
“I’m not gonna last,” I panted, my hips meeting his thrust for
thrust. He was brushing that sensitive spot inside me with every move, making
the pleasure coil quickly in my stomach. Before I knew what was going on, Derek
pulled out of me and gripped my hips, flipping me over and nudging my knees
apart. Then he was inside me again, his pace just as reckless and relentless as
before. The pillows muffled my screams of pleasure as he fucked me into the
mattress, one of his hands coming down hard to smack my ass. It was all too
much, the feeling and sensations, that I fell over the edge for the third time
that night without any warning.
“Shit,” I heard him snarl, his hips stuttering as I clenched
around him. Derek slammed into me a few more times before finally finding his
own release, spilling inside of me with a groan. Then his firm chest was
pressed against my sweaty back, his breathing next to my ear as we both tried
to catch our breath.
Derek rolled next to me and I turned on my side to face him,
both of our bodies flushed and sated from the pleasure. We laid like for a
moment, just watching each other, breathing slowly evening out, until he spoke
“So,” he said simply, making me grin.
“So,” I replied. Derek smiled at me for a moment before placing
a kiss to my forehead.
“Sorry if I uh, hurt you or anything.”
“You didn’t,” I assured him.
“I just couldn’t really…control myself,” he admitted, rubbing
the back of his neck as his cheeks tinted the tiniest bit pink. I chuckled,
snuggling closer to his warm body. Thankfully, he welcomed me with open arms.
“I think that was the perfect welcome back, if I do say so
A/N: This all started with @deanjensengirlmaggie‘s strange pairings challenge, and it just got out of control–in a good way–or at least I hope you think so. This part focuses heavily on the boys and the investigation. Thank you to the ones that have liked and commented and reblogged. Feedback is always welcome.
Warnings (for the Teaser): Language, mention of violence
Summary: Dean and Sam are finally on a case in paradise, otherwise known as San Pedro, Belize. Several tourists have gone missing from Ambergris Caye just as the town’s biggest festival of the year is ready to kick off, and it has the locals spooked. As the boys try to figure out what is snacking on the travelers, they run into a few members of the opposite sex that may or may not make this job a bit more difficult (but at least hotter and more interesting) than most–bless their hearts <3
To his credit, the guard manning the gate at the Coco Beach
Resort really did try his damndest not to crack a smile at the two large men crammed
into the pink golf cart parked in front of him as he examined their badges and
jotted down their info for the visitor log.
“Okay, sirs, you are good to go. Enjoy Coco Beach,” he said
as he handed back their badges, still struggling to keep a straight face.
Dean huffed as he took his badge back from the older,
uniformed man and gave a curt not before pulling through the gate.
“Oh, come on man. Don’t get pissy. Can you really blame the
guy?” Sam asked as they pulled into a parking spot. “You know you’d be the
first one to laugh if the shoe was on the other foot.”
“Well, Mr. Understanding, that’s beside the point. Maybe you
are used to having your manhood questioned since you refuse to cut that mop on
your head, but I’m not. And I don’t like it, not one fucking bit.” Dean slammed
the lock into place before striding hurriedly towards the front office.
he could make it across the gravel driveway, some young, Justin Bieber looking
fucker made the mistake of opening his mouth.
“Hey bro, did you find the tampons you were looking for at
the store?” knockoff Justin called out to the older Winchester. He nudged the
guy to his right, laughing at his own stupid joke.
“Aw fuck, this ought to be good,” Sam chuckled to himself, content
to watch the scene before him play itself out. His brother was already on edge
from his near-death experience at the restaurant and the whole pink golf cart
thing, so he knew Dean was about half a breath away from totally losing his
shit–and this jackass just guaranteed it wouldn’t be Sam on the other end of
that temper tantrum.
Dean stopped dead in his tracks and looked over his shoulder,
searching for the other person the little twat waffle must be addressing. This friggin’ frat-fairy couldn’t be talking to him, right? Rage boiled in his gut as he
looked towards Sam, silently asking permission to teach the punks a lesson or
Sam glanced around to confirm there were no other spectators and nodded
slightly. That was all the go-ahead Dean needed. The gravel crunched beneath his
feet as he slowly turned to face the pair, a menacing smile painted on his
face. He was going to enjoy this.
“Surely you two idjits aren’t dumb enough to be asking me
that,” Dean growled icily, his green eyes blazing murderously as he studied
them. His body was tense from attempting to control the fury rolling through
him in waves.
Sam noticed the second Dipshit Number One realized he’d just
picked pretty much the worst person in the world to screw with, and he couldn’t
help but smile. The boy straightened up, puffed his chest a little, swallowed
hard and readjusted his stance. He was probably about to shit his britches, but his
pride wouldn’t let him quit, not with Dipshit Number Two watching. Sam could
respect that at least. He’d seen bigger men back down from his sibling before
the first punch was ever thrown. Hell, he’d grown up with Dean, been through
the same training regimen, fought the same monsters, worked out religiously, had a good three inches in height on him–and even then, his older brother still scared the shit out of him
sometimes. Oh well. Hopefully the kid would learn something from it, because
like it or not, he was about to be on the receiving end of a good ole’ Winchester character building session–or ass whooping–depending on how you
wanted to look at it.
Seattle cancer researchers are hoping that they will be able to use scorpion venom to fight deadly brain cancer through a new product called “Tumor Paint.”
For the first time, the Food and Drug Administration has approved the product, developed by Blaze Bioscience, for study in human trials in the U.S.
During the phase one trial, the tumor paint will be used to on an estimated 21 people with a glioma, or tumor in the brain or spine.
In theory the “paint” will light up the tumor with special florescent molecules that will allow surgeons to then remove cancerous tissue more effectively and safely.
The tumor paint is created by utilizing a protein derived from the paralyzing venom of an Israeli deathstalker scorpion. The re-engineered protein, which binds to cancer cells, is then joined with a fluorescent molecule “flashlight” that has been used safely in human surgeries for decades