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Dean: Come here for a second. Sam: Yeah. Dean: This rattle could be a couple of things. I’m thinking it’s an out-of-tune carb. Sam: Okay. Dean: All right, see this thing? It’s a valve cover. Inside are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me that socket wrench.  All right, you with me so far? Sam: Yeah, uh, valve cover covers the heads. Dean: Very good. Now this is your intake manifold, okay, and on top of it? Sam: It’s, uh, uh, a carburetor. Dean: Carburetor. Sam: Yeah. Dean: Very good. Sam: What’s with the auto shop?… What, you don’t mean you want— Dean: Yeah, I do. You fix it. Sam: Dean, you barely let me drive this thing. Dean: Well, it’s time. You should know how to fix it. You’re gonna need to know these things for the future. And besides, that’s my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes?

3x07 “Fresh Blood”                                                                                                   – For Kaz , Happy Birthday! <3

Winchester’s Don’t Take Orders

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: After a tough hunt, an argument ensues

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: A little angst, light swearing, otherwise justsome fluff I guess

A/N: Thanks to @nickiwinchester97 for helping me and sending me to bed. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

You were finally back at the motel. The hunt had been exhausting and more difficult than expected, and even though you’d been successful, you and your brothers were in a bad mood. 


“Guys, I’m starving.” Sam announced while Dean let himself fall face front into one of the beds.

“Me too” you replied, extending your hand towards Dean for the car keys. “I can get some Burgers and stuff at the diner down the road.”

Instead of handing you the keys, Dean grumbled and stood up again. “There’s no way I’ll let you drive baby. I can go and get food.”

“What?” you asked a little bit confused. You’d driven the Impala before, Dean had taught you and you’ve also got your driver’s license. Something about his tone was provoking you.

“What’s wrong with you? So you don’t even trust me enough to let me drive the damn car?”

“Yeah, I don’t. Why should I? On the hunt you didn’t even stay back when I asked you too. How the hell am I supposed to trust you then?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. Anger started to float through you and you tried to let it cover up the pain you felt at Dean’s words.

“Of course I didn’t stay back when that thing was coming at you from behind. Should I just have let you die?”

“No, goddammit! You should’ve done what I said. We had everything under control, Sam would have gotten it. But thanks to you, it didn’t work out, and now he’s hurt!”

Dean gesticulated towards his younger brother who was sitting at the small table, carefully stitching up a cut on his left arm.

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Little Red Wagon

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,116

Warnings: ANGST OUT THE ASS, mentions of a child dying, mentions of wanting to die, lying, heartache….yeah….

Requested by @haniiix33: So..the reader once lost her little son because of some accident but she kept it as a secret bc she was scared that Dean wouldn’t love (or accept) her. Someday she gets confronted with the situation or something that reminds her of her son. She opens up to Dean and shows him the place where she buried her son…something like that?

A/N: So I literally cried my eyes out while writing this which is something that never happens to me….you guys have fun with this one….(unbeta’d any and all mistakes are my own)

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Boyfriend/Girlfriend Feelings

Summary: Your feelings for Sam scare the life out of you. So you cling to Dean for guidance. One day when you drag them out to go swimming, Sam asks you about your feelings for his older brother, only to be surprised when he learns he’s had it all wrong.

A/N: I don’t know why, but in my mind the A/C in the bunker just…sucks.

Request: Alright here’s hoping I get in cause your writing is FANTASTIC. Sam x reader. They’ve been friends for years and they’re both crazy about one another but Sam thinks she’s into dean because of all the to me they spend togethet but he’s actually trying to help her get Sammy. Thanks:)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Shirtless Winchesters - I know I need a warning for that.

Word Count: 1.7k

Originally posted by shirtlesssammy


You doubled over with laughter at the sight of Dean trying to flip the bacon while shirtless. The grease was spitting everywhere, and the way that he jumped and yelped every time a drop hit him was almost worthy of recording.

Somehow, you and Dean were both awake and ready for the day before Sam. Normally he was the one up before both of you.

So here you and Dean were, goofing around in the kitchen while cooking breakfast. It was hot in the bunker, the middle of summer was always the worst. The air-conditioning system in the bunker needed a serious update. You were wearing only a pair of shorts and a tank top, while Dean was only wearing his pyjama pants.

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prompt for anon request on this“I confessed to you riding shotgun underneath the purple skies.”

The car was quiet, next to the soft roaring of the motor surrounding them. Dean was driving, as always, hands on the wheel. Where they belonged, he felt. He’d been listening to one of his tapes before until Castiel had fallen asleep, and Dean had turned off the music so it wouldn’t wake him up. He knew how difficult sleeping was for Cas - he’d give him any opportunity to get rest.

The bags under his eyes that had always been there had become significantly larger - ever since he’d lost his wings for the last and final time, Castiel had been trying to adjust to human life. It had been like fighting a fight without any training, never winning but never losing either. 

He just had to keep going, learn to cope with hunger and getting tired, deal with new emotions, new moods, new feelings. Dean had been so dedicated, so determined to help him through that he forgot all about himself until Cas pointed it out to him that he, too, had to eat. He wouldn’t sleep if Sam wouldn’t take him away from Castiel’s bed where he sat, chin in his hands so he’d be there if Cas woke up with a nightmare. 

Whenever Castiel looked tired, overwhelmed, Dean felt like it was his fault. He tried anything until he found the best way to keep Castiel going, get him positive. Castiel loved training. He was still amazing with any knife, preferably those that felt like angel blades. He still had the strength and energy of a grown, muscled man, but he got tired faster. 

They had started training with guns two weeks ago, and Cas didn’t want to stop. Hours on end, he’d listen to Dean, mimic his hand movements, the position of his feet, and soon Dean realized Castiel was the best learner. Cas wanted and needed this and that was enough. He didn’t give up after mistakes and pushed himself to not stop until he got it right.

He wasn’t the only one changing, though. Dean changed, too. The moment Castiel lay dead on the ground, the burn marks of his wings outspread in the dirt, Dean changed. Something died inside him, together with Cas and he only then, after all those years, understood what this ‘profound bond’ Cas had mentioned was, and how special it had always been. 

But Cas had come back, thank God he’d come back, but Dean would never be the same. He was more careful, made sure Cas was never alone and told Sam to watch out for him whenever he had to leave them alone. Soon he noticed that Cas didn’t want him to watch over him like that, maybe it made him feel weak, so Dean kept it hidden. But it didn’t leave. Other feelings got stronger, too. Those feelings he’d always pushed away because he could and he didn’t want to deal with them.

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12x10- THE Destiel Episode

Jesus Christ in heaven. This entire episode was pure magic. Normally I write a post called ‘Destiel bits on episode xyz.’ This episode? No need because every single second was Destiel. So this post will be more of a recap and screaming about every scene. 

And before we proceed, Steve Yockey… Marry me. 

Warning for long post ahead with a metric ton of gifs. SPOILERS AHEAD.

(gif credits to @yourfavoritedirector​, @subcas @some-people-call-it-tragic​, @angvlicmish​, @codestielckles)

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One Time Thing

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: Smut

Written by: Mik

Laughing as my friend downed her jaeger shot, I let my eyes scan the smoky bar in hopes of a fine piece of good entertainment. Grabbing Y/F/N’s arm as she stumbled, I stood her up right, all while keeping my eyes roaming. Coming to whatever nearest bar to the crappy rundown motel in whatever weird town we happened to find ourselves in had become routine for the two of us. Like clockwork.

But then again, I didn’t mind. It was a nice piece of normalcy in our otherwise crazy lives. Being a hunter had its cons, but besides the almost dying on a daily, the constant looking over your shoulder, taking on demons, vampires, shape-shifters, ghouls and ghosts, and never having a home… it was not as bad as some people made it seem.

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A/N: Hey there! It’s savvy!dean with you today. I wanted to write a story about a hunt but then, well, Dean interrupted with his dreamy voice and I had to write an almost-first-kiss. Can you really blame me?

You’re hiding.

Dean parked the Impala in the shadows a block down from the place you’re watching. Waiting. When you see your mark, you’ll follow him and hopefully find the rest of the vampires you’re looking for.

But in the meantime, you can’t sit still.

The car smells like Dean. The jacket he let you borrow smells like Dean. Dean smells like Dean.

He doesn’t know you’ve had a crush on him for the last several weeks you’ve been working together, or that the Dean-smell is driving you crazy.

Or that you’ve been watching him a lot more than the alleyway your vampire is supposed to show up in.

Dean’s strong hands are wrapped around the steering wheel as he hums along to the classic rock station he loves listening to.

“Power ballad,” he says, glancing at you. “At least we have good music while we wait.”

“And good food,” you add, though you haven’t been able to eat any of it. There’s a bag of greasy burgers and fries sitting between you. Blocking him from you.

You give a quiet laugh. Dean has no idea how you feel. For all you know, he’d rather be alone right now. Alone with cheeseburgers and fries.

Dean gives you a strange look. “What was that about? The laugh?”

“Uh…cheeseburgers,” you murmur.

“Cheeseburgers?”

You nod like a bobble-head doll, totally making a fool of yourself. Next thing you know, he’ll catch you sniffing his jacket and really get confused.

“You know, Y/N, you’re kind of strange,” Dean says.

Wow. Talk about feeling like a loser.

He grins. “I like it.”

Your heart leaps. He’s not staring down the alleyway now. He’s staring at you. He drops his hands to his lap and shifts so he can face you.

“So,” he says, voice low and rough, “we’ve been working together for a while now.”

“I know. It’s been good, right? I know you didn’t want me to come on this stake-out, but-”

“It’s not that I didn’t want you here, it’s that I want you safe.”

You blink in surprise. “But…I’m part of the team.”

“You’re more than that,” Dean says.

His rough voice sends goosebumps along your arms. You snuggle further into his jacket, almost completely forgetting there are vampires and demons and other kinds of monsters out there.

Dean reaches out and closes the collar of his jacket to help keep you warm. His hands linger. One moment they’re on the jacket, then they’re on your cheeks.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, voice husky.

“Dean,” you answer. “I’m glad I’m here.”

He slides closer, close enough his breath touches your lips. “Me too.”

“Vampire,” you whisper.

“What did you call me?”

You laugh. “Nothing. Just saying-we’re supposed to be on a stake-out. Looking for a vampire.”

“Screw the stake-out. I want…” His eyes drop to your lips.

“What do you want?”

Before he can answer, you see someone out of the corner of your eye. Someone walking down the alleyway.

“He’s here!”

Dean jerks back, and then follows your gaze. “Damn it. Bad timing.” He pulls out his cell phone. “I’m calling Sammy.”

You tuck your hands into the sleeves of his jacket, trying to forget how close he was for a moment. You fail.

Dean talks to Sam briefly and then glances at you again. He gives a wry grin. “We’re going to follow this guy, and then I’m off duty for the night. Work for you?”

You return his grin. “Sounds good.”

Overreacting Can Hurt

This is for @winchesters-favorite-girl Katie’s One Year Celebration Challenge

Prompt is “I trusted you, and then you go and do this.” Sam x Dean x Sister Reader

Summary: An accident happens and Dean overreacts. 

Warnings: swearing, angst, Dean being an asshole

Word Count: 2,585

I want to give a special thanks to @ora-la-few for being my first writing beta. I appreciate you so much! 

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Dean’s Back

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Title: Dean’s Back

Characters: Dean x Reader, Bobby

Word count: 1,124

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

After Dean was inevitably dragged to hell by a hell hound, Sam seemed to split ways with you.  He was off doing his own thing and you stayed with Bobby.  You had your concerns about Sam, but you still had a job to do.  

You sat on Bobby’s couch after a rough hunt, holding the gun Dean had given to you as a birthday present.  You ran your hand over the metal frame of the gun.  It was the only thing you had to remember Dean by.  Neither you, nor Sam touched the Impala.  It was like an unspoken agreement between the two of you that neither of you were going to disturb the Impala parked outside.  

Bobby leaned his shoulder against the wall.  “I’m guessin’ you got the job done,” Bobby asked.  He was concerned about you.  After Dean’s death you weren’t the same.

You nodded slowly, sliding the gun back into your jacket pocket.  “Yup.”  You looked at the small dots of blood on your jacket.  “Less blood this time.  So at least there’s that.”

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A Hunter’s Halloween

A/N: I got Day 4 of @winchesters-favorite-girl ‘s Halloween Writing Challenge - Halloween Costumes. So glad I joined this challenge, it was a lot of fun! 

Pairing: Winchesters x Friend!Reader (she’s like a lil sis) 

Summary: A fellow hunter, (Y/n), tags along with the Winchester Brothers to hunt down a ghost haunting the house where the town’s Halloween party is held. Ready for a quick ganking of a ghost, the three set off but run into a minor problem: No costume, no entry. 

Warnings: Few swears and a very brief description of Dean getting stitches (I thought it was gross so I thought I’d warn other squeamish people)  

Word Count: 2500+

A/N Part 2: (Started off short and cute and then my brain was like: Hey what if you added character arcs and personalities and a real plot so I tried meeting myself halfway and not get too into the story but kinda I couldn’t help it.)


The Impala raced down the empty road. Dean sat in backseat beside (Y/n), a young hunter that the Winchesters met a few years back who joined the boys on their latest hunt as Sam drove them back to the motel. They were heading back now from a vampire case that they just barely managed to survive. (Y/n) was currently stitching together a deep gash on Dean’s upper arm.

The boys met (Y/n) on a hunt a few years prior, when she was only nineteen. (Y/n) and the Winchester’s were trailing the same Vampire case separately and wound up running into each other and decided to work together. They were an amazing team and now three years later, they called upon (Y/n) again for assistance. She was more than happy to oblige, meeting the boys and taking out another nest. However, this time things didn’t go as smoothly.

Dean downed some more whiskey to numb the pain of (Y/n) driving the needle in and out of his skin. Sucking in a quick breath, Dean closed his eyes and downed more whiskey.

“Oh, stop being such a baby.” (Y/n) teased.

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Sam and Sister!Reader Drifting Apart While He’s at Stanford Part Three

A/N- I decided to do this part a little differently than the others, hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Part One and Part Two

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Y/N groaned as the impala hit another bump in the road. They’d been driving for hours and she was exhausted. Dean refused to tell her where they were heading; she figured it had to be related to their Dad’s disappearance. He’d gone on a solo hunt a while ago and Dean was clearly starting to get worried about his prolonged absence.

Y/N sat up straighter in her seat, accepting the fact that she wasn’t going to be getting any sleep tonight. She turned to her brother for what felt like the millionth time and asked, “Where are we going Dean?”

Dean looked over at her before answering, “We’re headed to check on Dad. We’ve just got to make a quick stop first.”

“Where?”

“Don’t worry, it won’t be much longer. Just try and get some sleep.” Dean didn’t look at her as he answered and Y/N knew that there was something he was leaving out.

“Dean… I know you better than anyone- I know you’re leaving something out. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Dad’s case was in California. We’re stopping off at Stanford to get Sam’s help on finding Dad.”

Y/N shot forward in her seat, her eyes bugging out of her head. “We’re what?!”

Dean looked over and sighed. He knew this wasn’t going to go over well with Y/N, hence why he had put off telling her. Y/N was not going to want to see Sam. “Y/N, calm down. We need Sam’s help to find Dad. That needs to be the priority, okay?”

Y/N was not happy about this. Sam had gone off to Stanford and left the family. At first it hadn’t been that bad. Sam had called and texted; he helped Y/N with her homework and he had managed to meet up with Dean and Y/N behind their dad’s back a few times. Unfortunately, after a while that had stopped. Sam drifted farther away from his siblings; leaving them behind for the exciting new adventure of college. He had promised Y/N to always be there for her and make time for her, but the responses had started to decline until he rarely, if ever, answered her texts anymore. Y/N felt abandoned and forgotten by her brother and she wasn’t looking forward to seeing him after almost three years.

“This is it.” Dean announced as the impala rolled to a stop in front of an apartment building. He climbed out of the car and turned when he noticed his younger sister not following behind him. “You coming or what?”

“Do I have to?” Y/N pledging looked up at her brother. She hoped to stay in the impala and prolong the inevitable.

“C’mon kid.” Y/N sighed, climbing out of the car and following her brother toward the building. She frowned as she watched Dean heading for the fire escape.

“Dean, why are we not going through the door?”

“More fun this way.”

Y/N stomach dropped, “Does Sam know we’re coming Dean?”
“Like I said, more fun this way.” Y/N sighed pulling herself up behind her brother, this was going to be a long night.

The two hunters slipped through the window into what Y/N hoped was Sam’s apartment. The lights were all off and Y/N assumed that by this hour Sam was long asleep. So, what was Dean’s plan? Was he just going to sit around and wait for their brother to wake up? Y/N was pulled from her thoughts by a crash in the other room. She followed the noise to see Dean pinning Sam to the ground. Guess he wasn’t going to wait for morning then.

The two boys had barely risen from the floor when the lights all flicked on. Y/N looked over to see a pretty blonde girl had entered the room. Y/N moved over to stand closer to Dean and Sam introduced Dean to the girl, Jessica.

“I love the smurfs.” Y/N rolled her eyes at her brother’s flirting, smacking him slightly on the arm. Of course, that did nothing to defer Dean, who just smirked and moved forward towards his brother’s girlfriend. “You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother’s league.”

Jessica glanced over at Sam and made to go back towards the bedroom, “Just let me put something on.”

“No, no. I wouldn’t dream of it. Seriously.”

“Dean,” Y/N quietly groaned; was now seriously the time to be making a move on Sam’s girl? Sam glanced over at Y/N, seemingly noticing her for the first time. He smiled at her, but she ignored it. Sam looked like he was about to say something, but Dean cut him off.

“Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here; talk about some private family business, but nice meeting you.”

“No,” Sam moved over next to his girlfriend, wrapping an arm around her. “No, whatever you want to say, you can say in front of her.”

Dean and Y/N shared a look. She gave him a nod, this was his idea, he could figure out how to get the message to Sam. “Okay, umm, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”

“So he’s working overtime on a Miller time shift. He’ll stumble in sooner or later.”

Dean gave a quick nod before continuing, “Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

This caught Sam’s attention and in no time the three siblings were making their way outside to talk. Sam and Dean bickered back and forth for a while. Sam was convinced that Dad was fine and he wasn’t going, but Dean keep pushing; insistent that hunting wasn’t that bad and they needed Sam. Once Dean started telling Sam about the case, Y/N tuned them out, stretching out in the back seat of the impala. Dean was stubborn, it was going to be a while before he accepted that Sam didn’t want to come; Y/N figured she might as well use the time to try and get some sleep.

Before long Dean was sliding back into the driver’s seat of his beloved car. Y/N was surprised, she certainly didn’t expect Dean to give up so easy. Dean turned around in his seat and flashed his million dollar smile down at his little sister. “Good news, Sammy’s in.”

Y/N groaned, flopping backwards onto the seat. Great, just great. Grumbling under her breath, Y/N settled back into the old leather. Maybe she could fall asleep before Sam came back and she wouldn’t have to talk to him till morning. A girl could dream.

Hours later, Y/N felt herself being shaken awake. She opened her eyes to see Dean’s face right above her and sunlight streaming in the window.

“Rest stop, kiddo.” He handed her a twenty, “You know what I want.”

Y/N dragged herself out of the car, heading inside the store. After making her selection and getting Dean’s go to items, she headed back to Baby. Her brothers were talking about the family’s latest card scams. Y/N slide into the backseat, just in time to catch Sam criticizing the family cassette collection.  

“I swear man, you gotta update your cassette collection.”

“Why?” Y/N silently agreed with Dean, what was Sam’s problem?

“Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica, it’s the greatest hits of mullet rock.”

“House rules, Sammy; driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.” Dean reached out to grab the Motorhead and Metallica tapes, offering them up to Y/N to pick.

“Metallica.”

Dean smiled proudly, “That’s my girl.”

Dean popped the tape in, music filling the car. “I thought the driver picked?”

Dean smiled, loving the feel of annoying his brother, “Well Y/N has good taste, so she can pick whenever she wants.”

Y/N smirked leaning back into Baby’s leather, enjoying jamming to the music with Dean.

Y/N managed to avoid Sam for most of the day. He tried talking to her a few times in the car and once or twice while they were working the case around town, but she always managed to engage Dean in conversation or when nothing else worked just straight up ignored him. She was angry and hurt and she really didn’t feel like pretending otherwise. Sam for his part didn’t understand why his baby sister wouldn’t even look at him, let alone talk to him. Dean didn’t like the tension, but he also knew that trying to force Y/N to talk to him wasn’t going to go well. Frankly, he was just happy she hasn’t mad at him for picking up Sam.

It wasn’t until the Winchesters wound up in their father’s hotel room, that Y/N was forced to face her brother. With Dean cleaning up, it left Sam and Y/N alone, for the first time since Sam joined them.

Y/N sat on the end of the bed, looking anywhere, but her brother. Sam on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking at her. He’d been trying to talk to her all day and every time he tried she turned him down cold.

“Hey,” Sam got up slowly, moving toward the bed and his sister. “I’ve been trying to talk to you all day and you keeping shutting me out.”

“That’s because I don’t want to talk to you.” Her response came out cold and harsh.

“Why not? C’mon, it’s been awhile. Don’t you want to talk?”

“That’s just it.” Y/N sprang up from the bed, looking at her brother with a hard look on her face. “You ditched us and left. Just because you’re here for the weekend doesn’t change that. Come Monday you’re off again and even if you weren’t that doesn’t change the last couple years. You stopped talking to me, you stop responding to me. You cut me out for your new, better life at college. You promised that no matter what you would always be my brother, you would always be there and you have not been. You left me and abandoned me. So no, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even want to see you.”

At this point Y/N was openly sobbing. Hearing all the commotion, Dean exited the bathroom. “What’s going on?”

Y/N grabbed the keys and headed for the door, “I’m grabbing food.”

Sam watched her go, realizing exactly what his leaving had done to his little sister.


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Wild Turkey Woman

Summary: Killing time and liquor in a hotel room with Dean.
Pairing: Dean x Reader 
Word Count: 1420
Warnings: Language, drinking, sexy times, implied smut. 
Challenge: @winchester-writes’s Birthday Drinking Challenge; my prompt was Wild Turkey and, “Why is it I only drink this when I’m with you?” as well as @chaos-and-the-calm67‘s Milestone Challenge, wherein my prompt was “Have You Ever Really Love A Woman” by Bryan Adams, as well as the gif at the bottom of the fic. 

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Beautiful Surprises

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF

A/N: I’ve been on a Sam kick lately with my Shelter from the Storm series (shameless plug), so I thought I’d give Dean a little love. I was attempting to write a drabble while I waited for my movie to start the other day and my hand slipped. Oh well, who doesn’t love Dean fluff amiright?? Hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! 

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“You know you don’t have to kidnap me. I already agreed to be your girlfriend.” You laughed as you turned your face to where Dean sat behind the steering wheel. He had blindfolded you with his good tie and was driving you to an undisclosed location. 

You could hear his hearty laugh and could picture the crooked smile you loved so much. He kept stealing brief glances at you as he drove. It was hard to deny how beautiful you looked even with the navy silk tie over your y/e/c eyes. “I’m glad to hear that. But let me just surprise you this one time.”

Sinking back into your seat you crossed your arms. “You know I don’t like surprises,” you frowned. Dean only answered with another laugh and reached down to give your leg a soft squeeze. 

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Fed Up (Crowley x Reader)

A/N: Hewo reader-chans. Ta-da! An actual early post! I stay up late to finish these for ya peeps! :V This was really fun to play with haha. Hope you enjoy it as much I did writing it! ^-^ Your notes inspire me to keep doing the do! Alright I’ll stop blabbering now Cx

Word Count: 3,706

Warnings: Smutty smut! Rough!dom!Crowley, teasing (huehue), slight bondage (not over overbearingly so)

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush


You growl, slamming your hands on the table. “Why the fuck do we have to bring Crowley again?” You sneer, glaring at Dean and Sam. They look at you, an annoyed gleam in their eyes.You were less than pleased when they had told you the King of Hell would be joining you on your guys’ hunt. He enjoyed picking on you and you just weren’t having it. “Hey, trust me Y/N. I’m not happy about it either. But he’s the only who can go in and retrieve the necklace.” Dean replies, crossing his arms. You scoff, turning your head away. “Why can’t Castiel do it?” “Because Cass hasn’t been answering our calls.” He grumbles. You groan, rubbing your face. Why was he so inconsistent? It wasn’t too hard to press a green button and put the device next to your ear.

The brothers had caught word of a necklace that’s rumored to give the person the power to curse whomever they pleased. So naturally, they explained to you how they had a spell that could destroy it before it landed in the wrong hands. The problem? It was locked behind a high security door within a museum in Montreal. And only a being with the ability to teleport could get in and out without setting off any alarms. And of course, it had to be Crowley.

You pout, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. You really didn’t want to deal with him. He was arrogant and annoying. He also seemed to enjoy angering you by pointing out your flaws and making fun of how you did things. Not to mention he’s called you a slut and whore a few times. It really pissed you off to no end, knowing he could do this to you but you couldn’t to him since he had the power to kill you with a singular snap of his fingers. So you took it like a bitch, biting your tongue through every quip. Everytime wishing you could get ahold of the demon knife or an angel blade. 

“When are we leaving?” You ask, rubbing the bridge of your nose. Sam replies, head in hand. “Whenever Crowley decides to grace us with his presence.” You snort, crossing yours arms. “Why can’t he teleport there and just bring it back to us so we don’t have to deal with him for 7 fucking hours?” “Because we can’t guarantee he’ll actually give us the real necklace. I mean, c’mon, the power to curse whoever?” Dean quickly intervenes, shooting down your idea. “At least this way, we can keep him in line.” You nod, understanding. You didn’t like it, but he was right. Crowley had a knack for stealing things that endangered lives. 

“Hello boys.” Speaking of the devil. His gaze shifts to yours and he smiles. “Y/N.” You glare, a sneer finding a way to your face. He only smiles, looking back to the brothers. “So, Montreal?” “Unfortunately.” You mutter, shifting your arms. He frowns, looking back at you. “I can hear you.” “And?” You ask rudely, smiling sarcastically and tilting your head. Sam clenches his jaw while Dean gives you a warning glare. Crowley narrows his eyes. “And I wasn’t talking to you. Mind your mouth love. I’m sure it isn’t used to talking when something’s lodged within it.” A surge of anger washes over you but you grit your teeth. Dean was giving you a stern look, as if to say ‘shut up’. “Alright enough. Yes, we’re going to Montreal and we’re bringing you with us.” Sam steps in, glaring at the King of Hell. “I trust that won’t be freely of course?” Was his simple reply, head tilting back with a squint in his eyes. “You expect us to trust you? After all those stunts you’ve attempted to pull? No. We’re putting you in the cuffs.” Dean growls, pulling out the demonic cuffs. Crowley looks at them, then to him. “How about-” As soon as he raised an arm to snap away, Sam grabbed the cuffs and tightened them around the wrist, quickly grabbing his other one and cuffing it too. Crowley grunts, struggling to no extent. 

He stands there then, staring at hands. “Bollocks.” 

You hide your smile, silently snickering. He glares at you, squinting his eyes and biting his cheek. You show your smile then, nothing but evil. His face twitches and he looks away. You silently celebrate your victory. The older Winchester rolls his eyes, muttering something about kids and grabbing Crowley by his elbow and dragging him out to the Impala. “C’mon. Let’s go.” You get up from your seat and walk behind them all. You were sure Dean was going to set Crowley in the trunk. You were wrong. He set him in the backseat and Sam quickly occupied the passenger seat, leaving you with one last option. And it wasn’t the trunk. Swallowing your complaints, you get into the backseat next to Crowley, who smiles. Dean gets into the driver’s seat and starts the car, which comes to life with its usual roar. You stare out the window, not giving any attention to the King of Hell.

At least, you tried. 

Within the first hour, the brothers stopped for road snacks for you and them, leaving you alone in the car to ‘keep an eye on the jackass.’ You silently seethe to yourself, just looking out the window and watching people walk by. “So…anything new?” Crowley asks. You mentally growl. Why did he have to talk? “Other than sitting next to a demon who I want to kill, nothing but rainbows and butterflies.” You mumble. You heard him scoff softly. There were no words exchanged after that. 

Throughout the car ride, however, there were rude comments he’d often say to which you quickly threw back with sass and stinging insults. You could hear Sam chuckling as the King of Hell growled, left burnt with your quick wit. You only stare out the window, a content smile on your face and feeling satisfied you’d finally gotten him back after all this time. Dean would always snap at you both, telling you both to shut up before he made you. Didn’t stop you from smiling.

Towards the end of the drive, it was about night and Sam had dozed off. You were a little tired, resting your cheek against the window and feeling the vibrations of the moving vehicle. Dean didn’t seem too exhausted, keeping his eyes on the road. It was most likely because he was used to these long rides. You know Crowley couldn’t sleep, so you didn’t bother. You could, however, feel the anger radiating from him. A smile slowly turns up on your face again. Guess you really hurt his ego. Not that you care. It seems he can’t a simple roast. Your smile widens. ‘How pathetic.’ Crowley seems to take notice. It only angers him more. “Best you wipe that smile off your face Y/N.” You hear him whisper lowly, probably to ensure Dean can’t hear him. Your eyes widen a bit in surprise and your smile stays. “Or what?” You whisper back, looking to him with an evil smile. There’s a look in his eyes you’re not so sure about. He rubs his bottom lip with his teeth, like he’s trying to refrain from saying something. His eyes narrow. “…you’ll see. You won’t be aware but you’ll see.” He says, looking back out the window. You frown suddenly. ‘Is that a threat?’ “What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, suddenly growing nervous. He doesn’t respond, keeping his gaze out the window. His handcuffs jingle eerily in the silence. You look back out the window nervously. ‘Better watch my back then…’ 

Soon, you all arrived to your destination. It was late, maybe around 12 in the morning. Dean pulls up near the museum. Apparently, no sleeping would be happening. Yawning, the older Winchester shakes Sam, who was still out. “Sammy. Sammy, wake up.” The younger Winchester jolts, taking a quick inhale of air and sitting up, yawning. “Hmm what?” You chuckle. There are times where it all seems natural. But you mustn’t kid yourself. You knew the real world. And it wasn’t pretty. “We’re at the museum.” Dean says. Sam nods. “Right. Okay.” “Finally, I can get out of these blasted-” “Don’t get yours hopes up. It’s only if you actually give us the damn necklace or it’s back into the cuffs you go jackass.” Dean growls, getting out of the Impala. You smirk, getting out as well and stretching. It has been a long damn drive and it felt good to stretch your sore, confined limbs.

Sam steps out soon after, Crowley stumbling out last with Dean gripping on his arm, demon knife in hand. His cuffs jingle and clink with each sudden movement. “Alright, so here’s how this is going to go-” “I know I know. Spare me the drama. I’ll retrieve the stupid necklace- the original one- but you’ll have to let me go afterwards.” Crowley buts in, rolling his eyes. Sam nods. “It’s a deal.” “Great to hear. Now uncuff me.” He says, holding out his hands. Dean glares at him, no trust in his gaze. “If you even try-” “Bloody hell I get it! Just fucking uncuff them!” Crowley snarls, patience limited. Sam pulls out the key to the handcuffs, unlocking them. Crowley takes back his wrists, rubbing them. You stand there, still thinking of what he said earlier. ‘You’ll see. You won’t be aware but you’ll see…what?’ You look back up to the King of Hell, suspiciousness in your gaze. 

He looks to you, a repeat of the earlier gaze that made you anxious. You swallow, feeling your heart rate slowly rise. “Well. I suppose I better get to my task then. Toodles.” With a wink in your direction, he’s gone. Hopeful into the museum. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, putting your hands in your pockets. “That son of a bitch better be in there.” You hear Dean grumble, leaning against his baby. Sam lets out a scoffing laugh, nodding in agreement. You simply just stand there, looking at the museum from the distance. Your nerves were slowly creeping on you. ‘What does he mean…I won’t be aware?’ A few minutes pass by. You can hear Dean tapping his foot in impatience. 

“I swear-” “To what? God? He won’t hear you. Or he’d just ignore. Both are the same.” Crowley interrupts, standing in front of you all. “Oh. And I come bearing gifts.” He throws the necklace at Sam, who quickly catches it. Dean looks at it, then back to Crowley. Sam investigates it. “Don’t worry. I didn’t do anything to it.” You sneer. “Right and we’ll just believe you?” You snip, glaring at him. He looks to you, annoyance in his eyes. ‘Now you know how we feel about you.’

The younger brother pockets the relic, nodding to the older one, confirming it’s real. Dean looks to Crowley. “Alright. You can go now.” The King of Hell looks to him. “Would it absolutely kill you to just thank me for once?” The older Winchester simply stares at him, no emotion whatsoever in his eyes. Crowley rolls his eyes. “Right. Anyway, off I go-” Suddenly, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, a dizzying sensation, and you find yourself in an unfamiliar location. “What the-” “Welcome to Hell. Well, not exactly Hell but…my personal domain.” You hear him drawl from behind you. You were in a small, gray room, the walls covered in smog and a greenish stain you really didn’t want to know. You spotted a throne. Not much of a surprise.The rest was tables covered in things you didn’t really catch the detail of. But one question swam through your head. ‘Why am I here?’ You turn around to ask, expecting Crowley to be a few feet behind you. He wasn’t. Instead, he was right in your face, dark gaze in his eyes. You mouth immediately shuts and your eyes widen, heart rate speeding up. Slowly, it becomes more evident why he brought you here.

With a sneer on his lips, he grabs you by the throat, squeezing it to the point you could just barely breathe. You elicit a choked gasp, grabbing his wrist with a hand. “Surely you understand how much of a pain in the ass you’ve been?” He growls, the hand unmoving. You inhale deeply, shaking your head best you can. You felt that familiar feeling low in your stomach. ‘No…no not like this…’ “Don’t lie pet. You’ve taken joy in being able to crawl under my skin for the day.” He rumbles, voice lowering an octave. It shoots straight to your core. ‘Dammit.’ He smiles then. “As I’ve taken joy getting under yours all the time.” You glare, grip tightening on his wrist. He chuckles and lifts you, momentarily cutting off your oxygen as he clears a table, setting you down none the too lightly. A grunt leaves your lips as your back hits the concrete surface roughly. His hand finally leaves your neck, giving you some time to breathe. You lay there, taking a breather. Definitely gonna bruise. You feel the discomfort of your undergarments slowly soaking through and that undeniable heat beginning to burn in your loins. 

‘Why does it have to be him…’ 

Your mind was screaming at you to run. ‘This is your chance.’ But you didn’t. You couldn’t get yourself to move. Maybe because you didn’t want to. That deep down, you wanted this instead, even though you were sure you hated him. ‘Well it’s happening.’ And you couldn’t bring yourself to be too upset about it. You were still, of course, angry at him for everything he’s said to you. Crowley circles you like a predator would prey. “You know…I could use my magic…pin you down so you can’t move but…something tells me you won’t trying to escape anytime soon.” You glare. “Don’t start feeling special now. You never were and never will be.” You sneer, unmoving from your position. You feel a hand grab your hair, using it to yank you towards him. Right into his face until your noses were touching. “Just for how fucking long are you going to keep up with your attitude?” He snarls, heated glare causing a shiver down your spine. Your scalp burns and aches at how tightly he is holding it. Your demeanor unwavers. “For as long as I have to.” You snarl back, matching his glare. 

There was a pause.

 His eyes narrow. ‘What’s he planning now.’ As if on cue, he growls low in his throat and slams his lips into yours. His stubble chafes against your chin. Your eyes widen in surprise. ‘Ok. Wasn’t expecting that.’ You don’t respond however, choosing to be stubborn. You can practically feel the frustration on him. It was so palpable. Your victory was quickly ruined when he bit down hard onto your lip and squeezed one of your breasts through your clothing to the extent to where it fucking hurt. You open your mouth to let out a yelp, but it was quickly muffled when Crowley places his mouth over yours hotly, shoving his tongue into it. You squeak, a blush rising on your cheeks and your core successfully soaking through your underwear. He moves his mouth against yours roughly, groaning. You whimper, kissing him back. That hurt. But you had a feeling there was worse yet to come. ‘No pun intended.’

 Crowley grabs your hips in a crushing hold, connecting yours to his in an impatient manner. You bite and suck on his bottom lip, earning a few groans from him. You shudder as he grinds his hips into yours, making you feel his arousal rub against you. ‘No denying he’s a decent size…’ You reach up to touch him but he deters you, taking off his belt and wrapping it around your wrists so you were unable to to do anything. You writhe, not quite happy to be unable to touch him. “Aw. Not happy about that?” He mocks, feigning a pout. You glare, sneering at him. “Fuck off.” An eyebrow raises and he snaps his fingers. You can feel the cold air and the rough texture of the concrete on your back and ass. ‘He didn’t just…’ Yes. He just did. Crowley stares at your naked body beneath him, eyes darkening in want and lust. You blush as he stares at your folds. Now he can see just how wet he made you. A proud smirk reaches his lips. “Is this for me?” He says cockily, looking at you. ‘God fucking dammit.’ “I’ve barely even touched you love.”

You look away, choosing not to respond. “She has nothing to say for a change…I’m quite shocked honestly.” You glare, clenching your jaw. “Whatever the case…I’m going to fuck this little cunt of yours until you’re unable to walk straight.” He says, rubbing two fingers up the length of your bare slit. You manage to hold back a moan, but your eyes roll to the back of your head. ‘Please do.’ He licks his fingers, groaning. “You taste divine love.” You look up to him through half-lidded eyes, licking your kiss bruised lips. He stares back, gaze darkening. Suddenly, his clothing disappears and his body is all for you to see.

Shoulders…chest…arms…your gaze drifts lower. He did have a bit of a belly but who doesn’t nowadays. Nobody is perfect. You sure as hell weren’t…to a point of course. Your eyes keep going until they reached his arousal, widening in a bit in a pleased sort of way. You felt more juices flow from your folds, dripping down your thighs and onto the concrete table below. You hear Crowley groan at the sight. He quickly puts himself on top of you, running his fingertips lightly up your restrained arms. His face goes straight to your neck and you begin to feel him sucking roughly on the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing against it. You let out a squealing moan, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your head back in pleasure, exposing more of your neck to him. ‘Mmpf…please give me the darkest hickeys…’ He kept going, even biting every now and then. He sucked and nipped at your skin until it was almost black in color. You beg him on, overflowing at this point. His stubble added to the sensations as he rubs against your neck and clavicles.

 You were a mess and he hadn’t even done much of anything. A thin sheen of sweat coated your body and there was a small pool of your slick growing between your thighs. ‘Agh I’m pathetic…’ Crowley groans into your neck, resting his forehead on your collarbone. When you wiggled, writhed and begged like that, it became increasingly difficult for him to stick to what he originally had planned for you. You pant, raising your hips, silently begging. He shuts his eyes. Want punches hard and low, but he wanted to do one last thing. Crowley raises his head back up, staring you in the eyes as he licks his way down to your chest. Transitioning to kisses, he goes to his right, giving your left nipple a lick, not shifting his gaze. You mewl, frustrated as you struggle with your confined wrists. His other hand grabs your other breast, massaging softly. His licks and sucks on your left nipple, groaning into it. You moan at the sight, throwing your head back yet again.He gradually gets rougher, biting your nipple and squeezing your breast tighter each time. Your back arches as you praise him and beg him for more. You whine in frustration again as you can’t touch him or yourself. He mentally smiles at that. He switches breasts, giving the same treatment as the last. You whimper, squirming.

 You want him inside you so badly. He was teasing you and you totally knew it. “C’mon…pleeease.” You’d thought you said mentally. Crowley stops his ministrations, looking at you whilst licking his lips. “Why, please what love?” He drawls, staring at you with that lustful gaze of his. Your cheeks flame in embarrassment as you realize you said that aloud. His hands trace the curves of your hips, awaiting your answer. You undulate your hips, rubbing against his member. He groans, moving out of reach. You whimper, finally saying the words. “P-please just…j-just fuck me already! You’ve teased me long enough!” You whine, furrowing brows, pouting your lips and arching your back towards him. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips, positioning himself at your entrance. “Honestly, I thought you’d never ask.”

With that, he thrusts into you. You scream out, body rippling in pleasure. You’ve been prolonged for so long that it just felt that good. You dig your fingernails into your palms and bite your lip, your eyes rolling back. Crowley groans, savouring the moment for a few seconds before slowly pulling out, only to thrust back in brutally fast. You let out a loud moan at that, back arching. He rests his forehead against yours, setting out a rough pace. He got to spreading your legs to the point where your knees rested on your shoulders, hitting depths deep within you that no one’s hit before. You were a hollering mess within minutes, eyes somewhere in the back of your head. Crowley groans, stimulating your clit as well. Eventually, you lost how many times you had oragasmed. It’s been a while and you’d never admit it to him, but Crowley was a good fuck. Got you off faster than anyone else. ‘Imagine how much that’d stroke his ego…’ 

After maybe about your fifth oragasm, Crowley came to his end after, choosing to cum all over your stomach. You arch your back for the last time, mewling. He moans softly, kneeling over you. You finally lay back, panting. You lazily scoop up a fingerful of his ejaculate, licking it. “Mmm…you don’t taste too bad yourself.” You breathe, looking at him through tired eyes. He stares at you, staring at the all the bruises he’s left and the mess he’s made of you. He grunts a little.

“Pet, don’t get me started again. Or else you’ll most likely be condemned here until tomorrow night.”

Dean x Reader: Doggone

Title: Doggone

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,705

Prompt:  Dog Dean Afternoon: Dean drinks potion and acts like a dog. He begs the reader for belly rubs and head scratches in her lap. Then things get steamy while Sam is on a run.

Warnings: Lots o’ smut, doggy style, Dog!Dean, sort of bestiality but not really because he isn’t physically a dog, 

A/N: This was an anon prompt, and really fun to write. I tried to make it differ from the episode that of this theme, so no spoilers ;)

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I Don’t Want You to Get Hurt

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester (mentioned)
Word count: 1357
Warnings: angst, arguing, accident, minor injuries, hospital, making out??, swearing, fluff
Request: Could you do a piece for Sam X reader where they get into a fight and the reader storms off, and leaves in one of the cars to get into a car crash while driving in anger? Like not super major but enough to hurt them and maybe break a bone or two? Please and thanks! ☺️
A/N: Thanks for the request, nonnie! <3 I’ve actually had this done for like two weeks, but I didn’t like the way it turned out for some reason, so I was really nervous about it. I’m still not 100% satisfied, but now I’m just going fuck this and posting it…
(GIF not mine)

“No. Sam. Seriously. I get why you want to protect me! I get that you don’t want me to get hurt. I don’t want you to get hurt either. But you can’t just make me stay home all the time. I’ve stayed behind on two hunts already. Not another one.” I dumped my cup and plate in the sink.

“You almost died last time, y/n!” He was towering over me, his expression a mixture of frustration and fear.

I sighed heavily, walking around him and to the door of the kitchen. “You know that when you start hunting, you pretty much sign your life away, okay? I mean come on. You and Dean have died hundreds of times. I half died that one ti-” I stopped talking for a second as Sam gave me a look. “Okay. Bad point… But either way. You can’t just stop me from going out there and helping save people from shit they don’t even know about!”

Sam started to say something, but I walked into the hall without another word.

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This sprung from me thinking about all Dean’s charms/jewelry in season 1 and about Sam in the pilot (”Not normal. Safe.”) and became quite long and the usual pre-Stanford sad. It’s mostly brother feels and Sam disagreeing with John.


It starts with the amulet.

(It starts in Sioux Falls, when Sam asks Bobby for help making Dad something for Christmas — Sam was thinking he could carve a whistle, so the next time they went camping and Dad lost them in the woods they could just call — and Bobby gives him the glowering little necklace charm and a leather cord, says it’ll help keep John safe. Safe from what? Sam wonders, looks around and sees the world grow darker and more menacing, danger in every waitress’s long fingernails or each gas station attendant’s friendly smile. A few weeks later Dad leaves the journal behind; and then Sam finally knows.)

He watches Dean put the amulet on and thinks, safe, breathes the word in and holds it in chest. He wants to hug Dean, then, throw himself into his big brother’s arms and hang on, but Dean is nearly fourteen and Sam is nine and hugs are for babies or for the times Dad comes home bloody with beer on his breath and squeezes Sam so tightly he thinks his ribs will crack. (It’s another three years before Sam realizes Dad would never have used the whistle, not when he’d intended all along to leave his boys in the woods and track them silently to see what they’d learned.)

Of course, Dad comes back and finds out that Sam knows, yells at Dean for telling him and yells at Sam for snooping in things that don’t belong to him. (Dad used to bring him along to victims’ houses, before Sam knew what that meant, taught him to check out medicine cabinets and rifle through women’s purses for clues. Last year, Sam caught Dean picking pockets and made him teach Sam how it’s done. Snooping, Sam thinks, is just the Winchester way.) But Dad also seems to decide that knowing means Sam is old enough to be left on his own, a loaf of bread and money for groceries and the bus on the table, Pastor Jim’s number taped to the phone and a bag of rock salt by the door.

Dean doesn’t look too happy about leaving Sam alone for the monsters, but Dad grips Dean’s shoulder and says, “C’mon son, time you carried your weight like a man,” and Dean’s whole face lights up brighter than Christmas, barely stays long enough to ruffle Sam’s hair and tell him to be good before he’s racing out the door. Dad thinks Dean’s a man, now, and he must think something good about Sam, because he never realizes that the first few times they’re gone Sam shoves all the bedspreads and spare towels under the beds so nothing else can fit underneath, leaves the light on in the closet and spends the night in the bathtub surrounded by salt, holy water in one hand and .45 between his bony knees.

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Impatient

SPN Prompt Challenge | hunterangelkisses
January 2017 (Emotions)
Prompt: Patience
Pairing: Destiel
Word Count: 4,596
Tags: fluff, angst for like a second, brief and mild smut, alternate universe, strangers to friends to lovers, first kiss, 5+1 things, time skips, wedding, adoption

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“C’mon, Charlie, I’ll race ya!”

Dean took off from his front porch as soon as his mom had placed a quick kiss to the top of his head, running through their yard toward the street corner as fast as he could. He was almost there when he turned to see if Charlie Bradbury, his next-door neighbor and best friend since they were toddlers, was catching up. She was one of the fastest runners in their grade and even with his head start, she wouldn’t have much trouble beating him. Charlie was still several feet behind him though, and Dean had just turned forward again when he hit something – hard.

Dean fell to the ground with a thump, wincing at the sharp pain in his backside. He heard his mom call to him, asking if he was okay, but he was distracted by what he’d run into – or rather, who. Because there, splayed out on the ground in front of him, was a dark-haired boy he’d never seen before, wiping grass off his hands and reaching over to pick up the book he’d apparently dropped.

“Who are you?” Dean asked curiously.

The boy turned his gaze to Dean, who was distracted for a second by his eyes – which were brilliantly, brightly blue. “I’m Castiel,” the boy said, climbing to his feet. He held out a hand to pull Dean up just as Charlie, Dean’s mom, and another woman Dean had never seen before reached them.

“Are you two all right?” Mary asked the boys, swiping a bit of dirt from Dean’s arm.

“We’re fine,” Dean said, picking up his backpack from where it had fallen behind him. “Sorry I ran into you,” he said to Castiel, who gave him an easy smile back.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I wasn’t looking anyway.”

“This is why you shouldn’t read while you walk, Castiel,” the other woman admonished, but her tone was more amused than anything.

“And you, Dean,” Mary said, “need to remember that not everything is a race.”

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