Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t think he can fall in love. But every time he thinks of the way he’s around her, the way she makes him smile even in the darkest of days, he starts to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 2315
Warnings: Hmmm. Like the tiniest bit of angst. Drinking as a coping mechanism (not healthy, but this is Dean we’re talking about, so, you know…). And fluff, guys. So much fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @supernatural-jackles Jen’s SPN Birthday Challenge. My sweetest friend, Jen, happy birthday (even if I’m a few days early) and thank you so much for letting me participate. I loved working on this one.
My prompt for this was a gif that’s inserted into the fic. The story is very much based on Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey (which is the most amazing song ever and has Dean’s name all over it *cough* the glorious Jensen Ackles has covered that song and it’s a dream*cough*)
Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 because she is the best best-friend and writing guru in the world (and because she kept me sane these past few weeks). You’re the best, twin.
Thank y’all for bearing with me. Enjoy <3
had always liked bars.
He liked the way
they looked, deep mahogany booths and age-speckled lights making him feel at
home in places that had seen their fair share of stories, the way that distinct
scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey clung to his clothes afterwards, like
it was a piece of him.
He liked the inverted
bottles that were pressed along the walls, the beer and the whiskey and the
bourbon, and the way it burnt down his throat and made him feel something, anything, on those nights he was far
too numb and far too broken to believe he was alive in the first place.
used to be Dean’s poison and fuel anyway; it cleansed the impure parts of him and kept
him going when he felt like there wasn’t much to keep going for.
And then she came along.
Y/N waltzed into
his life years ago, when she’d shakily shot the werewolf that had kidnapped her
right in the heart, and, ever since that day, she’d somehow managed to wove
herself deep into the fabric of his existence.
Title: Evening Blue Character: Shaun Murphy A/n: The Good Doctor is gonna get a full season, and I’m ready to write a fuckton of stories for this show because of how happy it makes me feel. I’m also trying to use the doctor jargon, but I can only figure out so much without it becoming ridiculous, so forgive me.
You hazily began to fill out some release forms for one of your patients that had been admitted the night before, you were on call almost the entire time and you didn’t get much sleep because of it.
You felt yourself begin to nod off when your shoulders were abruptly shaken. Your eyes flung open and you turned to see Claire smirking at you.
“Late night?” She asked, placing her clipboard next to yours while she began to flip through her own papers.
You yawned, noticing that your handwriting was beginning to go all over the place. “When is it anything else?”
Claire smiled, reaching behind the counter and sliding a steaming coffee cup over to your side.
You took one glance at it and broke out into fake sobs while you hugged her. “Did I ever mention how much I love and adore you?”
You heard her laugh before you broke away from her, taking off the cup of the coffee to blow at it for a few moments before taking generous sips out of it while you finished the release form.
“Hey, I’m gonna check the OR schedule,” Claire announced after a few mintues of nothing but the sound of pen on paper occupied your space. “We can meet up for lunch though?”
“Sounds good to me, boss,” You said with a mock salute, causing her to smile again. “Try not to kill anyone.”
“I’ll do my best.” She announced, saluting back to you.
You slightly flinched at the abrupt peak in the volume around you and your hand shot up to your head. Turning around you saw Shaun standing there, hands clasped as usual, he had a smile on his face as he walked up to you.
“Good morning, Dr. Murphy.” You said, nursing your coffee in your hands while you turned to fully face him.
“You look terrible.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, you hadn’t been around any mirrors lately, but you could easily imagine how haggard you looked after almost an entire night at the hospital.
“Yeah, I was here late last night. I’m gonna try and fix myself up before my first shift so no one else has to suffer through it.”
“O-Oh, I don’t mean that you look ugly, just very tired is all, you might want to try getting some rest at some point.” He clarified, still smiling.
You blinked, not really know whether he was trying to compliment you or not, so you smiled back. “Well thank you, how are you today?”
“It’s my first full day working here,” He said, bouncing slightly as he spoke. “I also rode the bus.”
You smiled. “Oh yeah? Sounds fun.”
“What was your first day like?”
You huffed at the sudden question, trying to think of exactly what happened, but just as you began to piece an answer, your pager went off.
“A tale for another time,” You said before waving him off. “Good luck, Shaun!”
Shaun waved back, even though you weren’t looking at him anymore. “Thank you.”
“I got to assist in surgery!”
You recognized Shaun’s voice, and you looked up from your patient files to see him bounding towards you from the end of the hall. His hair flopping all over the place when he took each step.
You smiled at the expression on his face, feeling a happy surge of proudness swallow up the current fatigue you were currently trying to ward off with excessive caffeine consumption. “Hey! That’s great!”
He nodded, his eyes flashing to you before they fell onto the window behind you. “It was a little girl, Martine, I sent her home earlier because I was on scutwork and I wasn’t allowed to do much. Nurse Fryday was my boss for today, but Martine had an intestinal malrotation, she was totally unresponsive when I first went to get her but she’s doing fine now. I was only on suction but what matters is that she’s okay now.”
All of this was said very quickly, he stumbled over a few of his words but you were able to get the main idea of his tangent.
“You know, your pretty good at this whole doctor thing.” You mused, noticing his smile broadened as he stood taller.
“I didn’t do much, only suction.” He reminded.
You yawned into your the crook of your arm and leaned against the wall, your eyes shutting momentarily. “Doesn’t matter, you were the one to figure it out. And you were the one who drove out of your way to get her. She’s alive because of you.” Shaun took notice to how your speech had slowed down, and you broke off during the end of your sentences.
There was silence, and you opened your eyes to check on him, only to find Shaun sitting on the ground next to you, leaning close to your face.
“You haven’t gotten any rest, have you?”
You shook your head. “I tried, but there was too much to do and-”
“You should really get some proper sleep tonight, it’s very unhealthy to have multiple restless nights and it could be very potentially dangerous for you-”
“I know,” You said with a chuckle, but it sooned died off when you noticed he still looked concerned. “Hey, don’t worry too much, I’m gonna head out in a couple minutes.” You said, giving his shoulder a small nudge as you propped yourself up. Deciding to save your ‘passing out in an elevator’ story for another time.
“Do you promise?”
“Promise that you will get more rest from now on.”
You smiled, placing your bag around your shoulders before heaving a sigh. “I promise that I will get more rest, as long as you do the same.”
“I already sleep a healthy amount of hours for my age.”
You laughed, pulling your keys from your bag before turning around to face him again. “Do you-” You paused for a moment, wondering if your question would come off as odd before continuing. “-Want a ride home?”
“I’m still in my scrubs.” He pointed out.
“It’s fine, I can wait for you.”
Shaun was now looking at you, something that only happened when he was deep in thought. “That would be very nice of you, thank you.”
You watched him stand up, becoming aware now of how tall he was before you nodded at him. “I’ll meet you out front, okay?”
Shaun nodded back, trying to mask his concern when you yawned again. “Okay.”
Yesterday, I found out that you weren’t with her anymore. My breath caught in my chest when I first heard. I didn’t know what to think… how to feel about it. Me, being me, had the little ounce of hope that you broke it off with her because you couldn’t get my voice out of your head. After all, you did tell me 3 weeks ago that you couldn’t stop thinking about me.
There was a stipulation though. You couldn’t get her out of his mind either.
It’s always been the other way around with us. You were so into me that you would’ve left the world behind to be able to call me yours. I had my own world. Now it seems like you found your shining star, your sun, and I am just realizing that your world is much more appealing to me than my own.
I always thought you would be there waiting for me when I realized it was you that i needed. I really thought you were different for me. I thought you understood me. Not the me that people at school see me as. I thought you saw me as in my soul, my mind.
Yesterday I called you and you didn’t pick up. I left you a voicemail saying, “Hey, I know you’re probably busy, but if you aren’t wanna help a girl out? I need some advice and you’re the first person that came to mind, so here I am. Give me a call back, okay?” You text me, 8 hours later, asking what had happened. That’s when I realized that your girlfriend wasn’t the reason why you couldn’t be with me, but YOU were the reason. You just aren’t into me.
This is why I have trust issues. 6 months ago I told you to go find someone else to be happy with, and you told me that you didn’t want anyone else. You said you would be waiting when I realized that you were the one i had to be with, no matter how long it took.
Today, I found out you are back with her. She’s very pretty; she’s got a sparkle in her eye that I know you probably adore. Her smile is contagious, and I’m sure her laugh makes your heart fill up with emotions you’ve never felt before. She’s great at basketball and softball, varsity in both. She’s the type of girl that makes you want to become a better person, that makes you want to be good enough.
I may not have a sparkle in my eye, but my eyes do change to a pretty hazel color when they’re in the sun. My smile is pretty average, and my laugh is decent on a good day. I play volleyball, and I’ll probably never be the star player. I do have a way with words though; I have a way of making you know that you’re worth something. I take pictures, especially of the things I’m afraid to lose. I give compliments about the less obvious things. I have a way of getting people to open up and feel comfortable enough to talk to me. Also, I listen. I don’t start up a conversation / ask questions because I’m curious or so that I can go spread your secrets around to everyone and their uncle. I ask because I care. I know what it’s like to have no one to talk to, so let me be that person for you. I may have some bad anxiety problems, and I may not be the best at talking to people, but I’m a cool person once you get past that. My soul is pretty rad too. I don’t want to make you feel like you have to become a better person for me; I want you to feel like you are good enough for me, that you don’t have to change yourself to fit some kind of “standards” you think I have.
The moral of the story is this: You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone, so enjoy it while it lasts.
Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 6
Title: Picture Perfect
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 5,503
Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you
“Hope you’re happy.” you said in a hoarse voice, tears having welled up in your eyes as you crosed your arms over your chest and walked away from both of them.
“Neither of us is.” Dean spoke up as he approached you “But we know that she has to learn the truth, sooner or later. And at this point- it wouldn’t make any difference. She already loves Sam, she doesn’t see him as a stranger so that’s what matters.”
“Right, because it’s more convenient.” you scoffed, shaking your head “Liten to me here, we’ve been through tons of shitty situations. We’ve lived moments we never thought we’d go through and that other people would have been torn apart in but this- it’s no longer just the three of us. That kid upstairs is my life and I don’t care what I’ll have to do but I am going to protect her happiness with everything I’ve got.” you got closer to both of them, forgetting for a moment that Sam would probably see the marks Dean had left on your neck. That and the fact that you were actually wearing his shirt.
“And I know she has to find out, I agree that she has to. But I need you both to understand one thing: no matter what goes on amongst us she stays out of it. I don’t want for a second to see her cry, and I need you both to know that.” you said in a stern tone and after a final look you were making your way upstairs.
Your mood seemed to be changing every five minutes as it seemed but you didn’t care anymore. You were slightly angry, yes, mostly at Dean for having gone to talk to Sam without you there. It almost seemed behind your back and you didn’t want to admit that it mostly scared you about what else he had in mind to do.
“She really hasn’t changed one bit.” Sam whispered and the corners of Dean’s mouth lifted into a small smile.
“Yeah” he whispered in a hoarse voice “She really hasn’t.”