Warnings: Extreme Sass and Banter between Dean x Reader. Also Fluff. And some wandering hands.
A/N: This sprang from my question of, “Why don’t they just go to CVS and get a real first aid kit?” Thanks to @idreamofhazel and @inmysparetime0 for their help and @jpadjackles for the gif (i’m a mess tonight. lol)
Dean crashed through the motel room door, Sam in his wake, and Y/N close behind. They were drenched in sweat, covered in dirt, and dripping with blood. The hunt had gone just about as expected, perhaps with a few more baseball bats to the face than Dean would have liked, but it wasn’t anything the trio couldn’t handle.
Sam’s nose was bleeding, his lip and eye cut; dried blood stained his flannel and he ripped it off, retreating quickly into the bathroom. Dean collapsed onto his bed and slowly peeled off his shirt. A deep gash marred his upper arm, the flesh torn and oozing. Y/N gasped when she saw it, and ran to her duffel bag.
~Jensen wakes in the middle of the night to find your side of the bed cold and empty…~
Jensen x Reader
A/N: A little Fluff Drabble to apologize for the angst yesterday :) Thanks @jpadjackles for the prompt :)
A sweet, buttery aroma wafted through the dark room, tickling Jensen’s nose as he slept. He stirred, taking a deep breath, pulling in the scent and rolling over onto his side. His left arm tucked underneath his pillow, and his right reached out for you. When his hand dropped onto nothing, suddenly falling a few inches onto the mattress instead of your stomach like he had planned, his eyes shot open, his mind filling with panic as he looked over at your empty pillow.
“Y/N?” he called out, his voice thick with sleep. He sat up and inspected the room; no light came from underneath the door to the adjoining bath, and you were nowhere to be found. Some nights he would find you sitting up in the chair by the window, reading in the moonlight when you couldn’t sleep. But tonight the chair was vacant.
~Dean gets a little jealous when the new guy catches your eye~
Dean x Reader, Mr. Ketch, Sam
Warnings: Nothing but fluff, maybe a little Dean Drama
A/N: For @bringmesomepie56 after our convo Thursday night. Not exactly what I said, but this is what came out ;)
“Well, thanks for your help, I guess.”
The Englishman smiled. It seemed friendly, genuine, but it never made it up to his eyes. There was something else in there. Something calculating, secret; something that drew you in despite your suspicions. “You are a lot more gracious than your friends,” he remarked, giving a faint nod towards the Winchesters. They were waiting by the car, uninterested in making any form of small talk with Mr. Ketch, even if he had just stepped in at the last minute to save your asses.
“Yeah, they have trust issues,” you laughed, taking a peek at the boys over your shoulder. Sam was leaning against his door, eyes narrow and observant, making sure you were ok. Dean was behind him, one foot in the driver’s side, his fingers tapping impatiently on the Impala’s hood.
“And you don’t?” His smooth voice brought your attention back to him. The look in his eyes was still a mystery to you.
“Oh, I do, but I can also be easily swayed.” You bit your lip, giving him a flirtatious smirk.