motel lobby

Angel’s Wings

Characters – Cas x Reader, Sam, Dean

Summary – It takes a near death experience for the reader to find out why she can see an angel’s wings.

Word Count – 5,983

Warnings – Canon-type violence

A/N – When I hit my 500 follower milestone, I did drabble requests. I only received two, so I am turning them into full one shots instead! This one was from @trinityjadec: “OH MY GOSH CONGRATS YOU DESERVE SO MANY FOLLOWERS!!! Could I have Cas and something with his wings? (still have an unhealthy obsession) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK”

Here you go, Trinity!  I hope you enjoy it and I’m so sorry for the wait! 

Also written for @percussiongirl2017’s I’m Finally Legal Birthday Challenge.   I got #37: Why can I see your wings?  And the song “If I Died Today” by Tim McGraw

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

Your name: submit What is this?

You would never forget the first time you saw Castiel.  You were sitting in the bunker library with Sam, discussing a possible vampire case up in Omaha that you’d been trying to research for several days, when the front door opened and Dean began descending the stairs with another man you’d never seen before.

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Happy Anniversary (Moriarty x reader)

Word Count: 4112

Summary: You used to work with Moriarty as a thief, but you quit your partnership with him after realizing you loved him. After years of ignoring his little notes and messages, you decide to confront him.

Author’s note: Sorry this took so long to post! I wasn’t happy with some parts of it, so I had to rewrite them :) By the way, I have no idea what the Le Meurice restaurant is actually like so it probably wouldn’t be exactly like the real one in France. Enjoy this Moriarty x reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex (this is becoming a trend)

You were decked out in all black clothing as you swiftly made your way to the Jurassic section of the museum. You had a mission that involved stealing an important artifact for one of your top paying employers. You were one of the greatest thieves in the world; so good in fact the police didn’t even know where to start looking for you.

You left nothing behind, no fingerprints, no hair follicles, no personal items. You were a proper ghost; not even your employers knew your true identity. You only contacted people indirectly by messages, emails, or texts (emails and texts from pickpocketed phones and public libraries). The newspapers dubbed you, The Silent Snatcher; it was annoying but it didn’t tip you off as much as the fact that they referred to you with male pronouns.

You looked at your phone, and saw that one of the seven security guards had turned the other direction. One of your criminal friends had hacked into the security cameras using one of your stolen phones so that you could see exactly where all of the staff were at all times. One of the perks of having an international reputation was that skilled people would kill to be able to work with you (sometimes even literally).

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 41: Meeting the Gang

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

As the Taxi took you to your hotel, you watch out the window, trying to take in as many sights as possible. This convention was taking place in Chicago, and you had never been there before. Watching as people hustled pass on the sidewalks, and as you passed tall buildings, you wished that you and Jensen could just be tourists for the day. Forget about what happened in Vancouver, and not worry about the convention that would be going on. It was just a dream, and you didn’t want to take him away from his fans.

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Two Beds

Title: Two Beds – Warmth Series Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1220

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: The Reader and the Winchesters find themselves at a tiny motel with a grumpy owner and only one available room. But who will she share a bed with?

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is going to be the first part of the Warmth Series! It’s based off This Imagine about Dean warming the reader up when they’re forced to share a bed and it was requested by like 5 people so here you go! The bottom part is the original imagine altered slightly to fit the new story, sorry if it doesn’t totally blend! If you want to be tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to the Warmth Series section of This List. Feedback is always appreciated!

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

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     It was watching you.

     The creepy carved bust on the sideboard was staring at you with hollow, pupil-less eyes, adding the finishing touch to the murder-y motel lobby vibe of the first place you’d found in this sleepy little town. The room was cold despite the obnoxious clanking of the massive, ancient radiator in the corner. Dean’s voice filled the cramped space as he pulled out his wallet and falsified credit cards.

     “We’ll take two rooms,” he said.

     The stout man behind the counter pulled his glasses down his nose and peered over the frames, staring at the card in the eldest Winchester’s hand with no small amount of scrutiny. It was stolen, of course, but it had money on it and that’s all that mattered. The man settled back into his chair and frowned. Judging by the creases around his mouth you suspected he always looked like that.

     “We only have one room. Two beds. No couch.”

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Guys… you guys… hey guys…. HEY!

This is Clown Motel…. and that’s the lobby… and that’s the creepy ass cemetery behind the fucking motel.

Now…. imagine Sam and Dean working a case. And the room rate for two people is only $37… so there is no reason why they shouldn’t stay there. Right, Sam? RIGHT?

I need this in an episode. Please. Can we please have an episode that takes place at this fuckin’ motel? Please???

Or a fanfic, at least?

Make it Stop

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary:  “I’ve been receiving all your freaking mail since you moved out and you keep getting weird gifts from your brother make it stop”

Key: Y/N= your name

You just moved into a new apartment after being in a hotel for a while. It was nice enough, not too big, not too small. You finished unpacking a few boxes when you decided to see if your mail had been forwarded from the hotel. You took the stairs because the elevator had a bright pink “Out of Order” sign on it. You reached the lobby and took out a battered key, shoving it into the lock. You reached in and felt a package and a few letters. You pulled out the package and looked over it. The only thing on it was a sloppy, handwritten name “Jaybird” and there was no return address.

“Hm,” you huffed, returning to the junk mail left for you to scavenge through.

It had been about a month when the twelfth package for “Jaybird” resided in your mailbox. Frustrated, and rather offended by the smells some let off, you began your hunt for the mysterious “Jaybird”. You started by asking the building’s superintendent about the person who previously lived in your apartment.

“A tall man with a white streak in his hair. He didn’t talk much, always paid rent in cash. Think he had a brother, maybe a son,” the superintendent shrugged, “I ain’t to sure. That’s ‘bout all I got for ya sweetie.”

“Thank you for your time,” you waved and walked up to your apartment with that twelfth box in hand.

Once back in the apartment, you whipped out your laptop and tried to find who this “Jaybird” is and how to get his packages to him.

Jason’s phone started vibrating, he looked and saw it was Dick.


“Hey Jay, have you gotten our gifts?”

“Dick, what are you talking about? What ‘gifts’?”

“Jason you’re joking. The packages? Dude they have food and stuff in ‘em, how can you not know what I’m talking about,” Dick sounded frustrated.

“You do know I moved, like, over a month ago, right?” Jason was confused. He was sure he told the boys he moved. Some crooked ass was on his tail and he need a new place to lie low.

“Noo-oh. You did say that. My bad. Then who’s getting the packages?”

Jason stared into space. He couldn’t believe how stupid those boys can be.

After another month, and only two more packages, You finally had a solid lead on a man with white streaks who defiantly might have a brother or two. You packed all the boxes into two pillow cases and trudged your way down the stairs to your car.

You march into the motel lobby, pillow cases in tow, and slapped your hand onto the sticky counter.

“Hey there, I’m looking for someone,” you said as you unstuck your hand and wiped it on your jeans, “He’s tall, with white streaks in black hair, does that ring any bells?”

The manager looked to the ceiling in thought. “Ya, he came here maybe a month ago? He’s kinda muscly, right?” You nodded. “Room 211, hope you can get him out,” He called after you as you charged down the hallway.

Jason heard a pounding on his door. He stared at the door confused. Didn’t he just pay for the next month. Cautiously, he stood and started to creep towards the door. He grab the closest gun and peered through the peephole. A girl stood there with a sour look on her face.

“I don’t need a housekeeper.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not.” Her tone was filled to the brim with sass.

Jason opened the door and the girl barged into the room. “My name is Y/N, I moved into your old apartment a month ago and I’ve been receiving all your freaking mail since you moved out and you keep getting weird gifts from your brother, please make it stop.” You looked Jason right in the eyes, then noticed the gun. You reared back. “Sorry! Please don’t kill me! I just couldn’t handle the smells anymore!”

He looked down. “I’m not going to shoot you,” he chuckled. “I’m Jason, but I have a feeling you figured that out if you found out where I live.”

“Actually, the only name I had to go on was ‘Jaybird’, but I made do.”

“Well, if these have been in your possession for as long as they have, you’re probably just as curious as I am as to what those idiots sent me.”

“You know what, I really am.” You smiled and dumped the pillow cases on his floor. “Have at it.”

The two of you sat down and started to open the boxes, cringing when you got  the smelly stuff and laughing at the goofy t-shirts and random knick-knacks.

Tidal Wave

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sister!Supernatural!Reader x Sam Winchester

Request from anon

Episode: 7x13 - The Slice Girls

Summary: “… in the episode where Dean meets Emma, and instead of looking for Dean, she was looking for the reader to kill her. They both have a huge fight and she’s able to defend herself using the ability to manipulate water…”

Words: 1674

Warnings: Episode spoilers, violence

A/N: For the sake of the plot, they are at a different motel… one with a parking lot and not in a city like area. I apologize if it is bad. Requests are open, request them here.

You tap your fingers on the top of the book sitting in your lab as you watch from one of the beds as Dean’s eyes continue to be glued to the laptop’s screen. Sam had raced off to the professor’s office with the paper that mysteriously appeared on the bed - or so Dean claims - and you are now stuck in the small motel room with Dean. Sam told you that you were to make sure Dean doesn’t leave, which Dean gave Sam a bitch face and stated he didn’t need a babysitter.

“Well, I’m going to get a snack,” you sigh, jumping out of the bed and heading to your wallet on the table. You tuck the small item in your back pocket, turning on your heels as you ask Dean, “want anything?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving the screen as he continues to search for whatever it is he’s looking for. You nod, turning back to the door and head out into the dark hallway. When you first arrived at the motel, you had noticed there’s a vending machine in the lobby and you could use some Sour Cream and Onion chips at the moment.

You hum to yourself, the lobby completely empty, as you rub the dollar bill along the edge of the machine in an attempt to straighten the bill the machine had rejected. You don’t know what song it is that you’re humming, and you’re too invested in the process of your chips falling out of it’s slot to notice the blond haired, brown eyed sixteen year old girl approaching you. You bend down, picking the small bag out of the machine and open them.

You choke on a chip, your eyes finally meeting those of the teenaged girl. You smile at her, stepping away from the machine thinking she’s waiting for you to finish, but her gaze never leaves yours.

“Can I help you?” You swallow your chip, staring down the girl as she does the same to you.

She moves fast, drawing the gold blade out from it’s hiding place. You flinch back, dropping your bag of chips as the tip of the blade scrapes your cheek. You step back, your hand flying to your cheek to cover up the fresh wound. You gape at the girl, noticing her yellow eyes and the red sockets.

You don’t wait for her to attack again, and since you don’t have any weapons on yourself, you rush out of the motel lobby and outside into the parking lot with her hot on your tail. You run as fast as your legs can carry you to your desired location at the edge of the parking lot.

“You just trapped yourself,” Emma speaks, the gold blade clenched tight in her fist as she enters the fenced area you ran to. The pool just at the edge of the lot.

“Why are you after me?” You ask, clenching your fists and watching her closely. “I have nothing to do with you.”

“That’s not true,” she says, slowly approaching you but you don’t back away. “Once I get rid of you, I can live normally with my father.”

“What-” She launches herself at you, knocking you on your back and your head hits the concrete surrounding the pool. You punch her in the jaw, but she punches back with more force and you have to force yourself to ignore the pain spreading through your head as you realize just how strong these freaks are.

Emma’s able to pin your legs to the ground after you toss the gold blade to the side, but she retaliates by pushing on your shoulder. A loud pop echos in your ears as the joint slips out of it’s socket. A short scream escapes your lips before you force yourself to refocus your mind and grab and keep her hands off your neck. But she’s stronger and your grip is loosening.

You take a deep breath, and shut your eyes just as the rush of water flows pass you, knocking Emma in the stomach and taking her breath away from the force. The water settles and you scurry to your feet, your hand clenching tight to your limp arm, and your eyes land on Emma, completely drenched and coughing up water.

You ready another wave, forcing it down on her just as she begins to recover. Your body is starting to shiver from the cold night air hitting your wet clothing and your hair sticks to your head as you stand there, watching the Amazon teen.

“(Y/N)!” Dean calls from the entrance of the pool, his eyes landing on Emma as she gathers herself and he draws his gun when you say she’s an Amazon.

“Don’t shoot,” Emma coughs, holding her hands up and looking to Dean with watery eyes. “I just want to be your daughter.”

“You tried to kill (Y/N),” Dean says, clicking the safety off and stepping around her to head towards to you.

“I don’t want to be what I am,” she says, collecting herself off the ground and running a hand through her wet hair. “I killed my mother and that tribe. They’re all gone.”

From the corner of your eye, you see the car you and your brothers have been driving in since the leviathans stole your brother’s identities and out comes Sam with his gun ready. Your attention turns back to Dean and Emma as she makes her case as to how badly they treated her, how the hurt her and how she wants to be accepted by her father.

“Why go after me?” You shiver, your teeth clattering together.

“Choose,” Emma says, completely ignoring your question. “Either her, or me, your own flesh and blood.”

Dean doesn’t take a moment to think about the offer and he pulls the trigger, emptying a single bullet into the young girl’s gut. She falls back with a yelp, blood seeping out of her and staining the concrete.

You watch as Dean takes a moment before slipping off his jacket and wrapping you in it. He squeezes you tight, rubbing your arms in attempt to help warm you up. Sam enters the pool area, asking what happened and you and your oldest brother help fill in the middle child.

You watch the street lights and trees pass in a blur as your brother speeds down the road. You rest your head against the window pain, trying so hard to sleep, but you can’t. Your brothers saw what you did, but they haven’t asked you about it and it’s eating at you. You’re also unable to tell why Dean was able to pick so quickly. Sure, you’re John Winchester’s daughter, but you always felt like his sons didn’t fully accept you because you had a different mom.

Sam was seven and Dean was eleven when you were born. Your mom was a hunter that aided John on his mission to find the thing that killed his wife. However, the birth didn’t go smoothly and your mother died shortly after being able to hold you. She knew she wasn’t going to make it and made John promise to keep an eye on you, whether he took care of you himself or he dropped you off at the nearest orphanage, she wanted him to keep you in his view. He did because it was her dying wish.

“Hey Dean?” you speak up in the silent car. Dean looks up at you from the rearview mirror, eyebrow raised.

“I thought you were asleep, kiddo,” he says in a soft voice, making sure he doesn’t speak louder than needed since Sam is passed out in the passenger seat. “What’s up?”

“How come you killed her?” You ask one of the first questions you need answered as your eyes drift back to the window to watch a car fly by.


“She was your daughter,” you pause and take a moment to sigh. “She might’ve been a monster, but she didn’t kill you like Sam said she needed to do so. She killed the other monsters.”


“I mean, I’m not close to you guys… there’s times I think you guys would be better off without me since I’m not a real Winchester. I could’ve just left… she wouldn’t’ve had to kill me-” Dean swerves the car, hitting the breaks and waking Sam up in the process of throwing the car in park. Sam looks around, confused and eyes still droopy from sleep. Dean turns back around, his eyes narrowed as he meets yours.

“(Y/N),” he starts with a stern tone, “don’t say that. She wasn’t human, like at all. And it doesn’t matter if you don’t even have the same dad as us. You’re family, (Y/N) and we need you.” You sniffle, a smile forming on your lips as you scoot towards the front seat, wrapping your arms around Dean’s neck in an attempt to give him a hug.

Sam rubs his eyes and yawns, completely confused as to why the car has stopped and why his brother and sister are hugging.

“You mean that… even now knowing what I can do?” You ask, watching warily as you now think maybe they didn’t even see the waves… maybe they didn’t see you manipulate the pool water… maybe they really do think you and Emma fell in the pool during the fight like you told them.

“You mean the water thing?” Dean asks. “We knew since you were like two.”

“What?” Your eyebrows raise as you sit back in your seat and Dean pulls the car back onto the road.

“Yeah, not all two year olds can stop rainfall.”

Sam laughs, “You’re telling her that story? That one’s not even that good.”

You lean on the back of the front seat, begging them to tell you all the things you had done while growing up. And they do and the car ride is filled with laughter, a laughter that hasn’t been their in years.

Homewrecker- Part 2- Gone

With the advice of an internet fren, I’ve decided to make this a chaptered fic! 

Part 1

Word Count: 1075

Warnings: Angst and sadness :(

Dan woke up yet again in Phil’s bed, this time a few hours later. The dim sunlight was shining through the window as he realized where he was and why. Dan had come to peace with his homewrecking a few hours before, so that wasn’t what worried him. What worried him was the fact that Phil wasn’t beside him. He hurried out of the bedroom, immediately smelling bacon wafting up the stairs. “Phil?”

“Oh, hey Dan. How did you sleep?” Phil always did wake up earlier than Dan. “Here’s your breakfast.” A plate of eggs and bacon in the shape of a smiley face was placed in front of him, and Dan rolled his eyes. What a nerd.

“What happened to your family? Where did they go after the party last night?” Phil stiffened up when Dan asked this question.

“I don’t know. That’s the thing.” Dan’s heart sank. He spent hours the night before trying to come to terms with his homewrecking, but the guilt returned at this statement. Phil’s family was gone.

“Are we going to find them?”

“I don’t know how.”

Dan thought on this, munching on a piece of bacon. “Doesn’t Emily have a phone?”

Phil was unsure of what his eldest daughter’s smartphone would do to help them. “Yeah?”

“And don’t you use Find My iPhone?”

Phil gasped. “Yes! Yes, of course! Dan, you’re a genius!” Phil walked over and kissed Dan, pulling away quickly and making awkward eye contact with him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s fine, don’t worry, I-” The two were interrupted by the loud sizzling of the cooked bacon in the skillet on Phil’s stove. He turned to tend to their breakfast as Dan blushed red from the earlier conversation. He should never have kissed Phil the night before. Now everything was screwed up. Phil’s family had disappeared, and now he and Phil were shoved into this awkward situation where their friendship was thrown off kilter by the sex of the previous night, and they were going to have to track down Phil’s family together. Dan didn’t have to go, technically. But he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t.

Strapped into the passenger seat of Phil’s car, Dan was forced to spend more time thinking. He, in all honesty, hated himself. He hated himself a lot. It was all his fault. Phil’s family leaving, their wrecked friendship, all of it. All because Dan had to go and kiss a married man.

“Here’s my phone.” Dan jolted himself back to reality to grab Phil’s phone as he drove. “Use it to find Emily’s.” Dan opened the Find My iPhone app, trembling with fear. They could be anywhere. He immediately picked up a signal from her phone, letting out a sigh or relief.

“They’re in a motel on the outskirts of London. I’ll direct you there.”

Phil nodded, letting out a relieved sigh of his own. “Thank God. We should be able to get there in a few minutes, right?”

Dan nodded, a new sense of anxiety hitting him. What if Phil’s family now hated him? Janice probably did. But what about the kids? “Uncle Dan” having an affair with their dad? The whole thing could cause them trauma for years. The guilt ate away at him as he told Phil the directions to the motel. He spoke emotionlessly and distractedly, his attention really on his pessimistic thoughts. Although things were getting much better, they were somehow also getting much, much worse.

“There’s the car!” Phil pointed across the motel parking lot as they pulled in. Dan saw the family’s other car parked in front of the motel. His stomach balled up into knots.

They got out of the car and slammed the doors shut, heading to the motel lobby. Dan immediately noticed how dirty the place was. There were dirt stains all over the carpet and the whole room smelled of mothballs. His guilt intensified as he thought of Phil’s family being forced out into a place like this, even for one night.

“Do you know where the Lesters are?” Dan turned to see Phil speaking to a chubby man in a motel uniform.

The man coughed, then replied, “Room 6.”

“Thank you.” Dan followed Phil out the door and down the sidewalk until they reached a door with a tilted number six on it. Taking a deep breath, Phil knocked on the door.

After a few seconds of tense silence, the door swung open. “What are you doing here? Go home.” Janice spoke with no emotion, as if her usual happiness was drained out of her.

“Janice, I’m-”

“You.” Her attention turned to Dan as she cut Phil off. “I trusted you. You’ve been a family friend for years, a second father to the kids… And what do you do? You go and fuck the first father! Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves! I’ve lost trust in both of you and I don’t think I’ll be getting it back.”

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Go home, Phil. We’re staying here.”

“Can I at least see the kids?”

“You’ll see them the next time you see me– when we file for divorce.”

“Janice, please-” She slammed the door. Phil collapsed up against the door, falling to the ground. He sobbed into his hands, and despite Dan’s emotional numbness, he knew he had to help Phil.

“Come on… Let’s get up and go back to the car.” He pulled his best friend off the concrete, walking him to his car. Suddenly the awkwardness between them was gone. Dan figured it was just because it was a time of extreme emotion, so he shook it off as he sat in the passenger seat. “Oh, Phil, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” Once they’re reached the car, Dan let his own emotions flow. His eyes teared up and droplets began to roll down his cheeks.

“Dan… It’s not your fault. We made our decision and now there’s nothing we can do about it. I wish I could just get Janice back… I have nothing left…”

Tears streamed down both of their faces as Dan leaned over and pulled Phil into his arms. “It’ll be okay. I promise.” This promise he made not only to Phil, but to himself. He needed as much convincing as Phil did. Everything will be okay, he told himself. Everything will be okay.

The hunt has made Cas nervous and he’s hovering. Dean sighs, pretending that he’s irritated with the angel’s constant scrutiny, watching his every move to make sure he’s safe, but the truth is he’s grateful for it. He played this whole thing off on the phone with Sam, not wanting his brother to worry while he’s waist deep in research at the bunker, but tonight had been a close call, and he’s feeling it.

In fact, Dean is so shaken and tired that he lets Cas check into the motel for him while he just leans against the door of the small motel lobby.

“A king bed? Or two queens?”

“One king will be sufficient,” Cas says. The woman who takes the fraudulent credit card smiles slightly, knowingly, at the two men before turning to her computer.

Dean rolls his eyes, knowing Cas has no idea what he just implied and not particularly caring at this point. He just wants to sleep.

Once in the room, Cas is still hovering. “I can help with the pain, Dean.”

Dean smacks away the hand reaching for his forehead, but quickly smiles to soften that blow. “I’m good, Cas. I just need some sleep.”

Cas nods. “Of course, Dean. I’ll watch over you.”

There was a time when that would have made Dean uncomfortable, would have made Dean snap something back in irritation and frustration. But tonight, it only feels nice. Safe. So nice and safe that Dean just nods and sinks down to the mattress. He doesn’t see Cas smile at this unexpected response.

“Okay, Cas,” he says with his eyes closed. “You can stay and watch over me.”

A few minutes pass by, Dean lying in the bed, Cas standing in the middle of the room, no physical need to sleep or eat or even sit. Dean is halfway to dreaming, brain fuzzy and in that dangerous place where it says the things he normally wouldn’t let it. “You don’t have to just stand there.” Dean knows without looking that Cas is standing, now probably looking at him with that funny little squint of his too blue eyes.

“I’m confused. Do you not want me to watch over you? I sensed your tension earlier, and thought it might comfort you to know I was here in case something happened…”

Dean takes a deep, shuddery breath. “Maybe-” and yep, his sleepy brain is going to say this out loud, “Maybe you could watch over me from the bed.”

For a long moment, nothing happens, and Dean almost wakes up fully in his fear that he’s gone too far. But then the bed dips with Cas’ weight. And he doesn’t just sit on the bed. He stretches out, reaches for Dean and slides him until they are tangled together, Dean’s head on Cas’ shoulder, his nose tucked up under Cas’ jaw, his arm across Cas chest with his hand dipping underneath the trench coat, eyes still closed.

Cas is warm and solid and smells so good, and Dean blames his body’s refusal to move away on the hunt and his vulnerable state afterward (not that he is ever vulnerable).

“Is this close enough, Dean?” Cas asks, worried that he’s not doing whatever it is that Dean needs.

Dean breathes in the skin of Cas’ neck. “Yeah, Cas. That’s close enough.”

Dean’s sleepy brain knows he wouldn’t mind if Cas found a way to get closer.

Roommate Agreement (Part 8)

Summary: Based off of this: a superhero story where the villain and the superhero are roommates and they keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time and they stitch each other up after battles but neither has any idea that the other is their nemesis and they keep on having to lie to each other why they are covered in scratches and bruises. (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: It’s my 18th birthday! PARRRRTY! I decided to give you two parts, since they were both pretty short and you guys have been waiting patiently for a while now. Hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 586 

Previous Part: Part Seven

Originally posted by assetandmission

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Final Fantasy XV - beginnings of an actual fanfiction?????




“Okay. Here’s your guys’ key. Number 11 next to ours.”
“They have a separate room?” Ignis questions quietly from where he is seated in the motel lobby. The seat beneath his hands is worn and old, the leather cracking, and Ignis determines it’s probably been there since the crumbling motel opened.
“Yeah.” Gladio says shortly as he drops the key into Prompto’s gloved palm, the blonde quickly pocketing it for fear of losing it. “Prompto and his Highness are next door.”
“I’m not modest, Amicitia. My sight impediment doesn’t have need for us to sleep in separate rooms.”
Gladio grunts, more so to himself, throwing the door to the motel a grudging glance. “It ain’t that, Iggy. I just think that Noct needs some thinkin’ time..”
“To brood over our current situation, one of which won’t get better if we let our emotions control us? You’re meant to be his Shield Gladio; solely responsible for his safety and whereabouts full time, as am I. And seeing as I’m unable to keep a literal eye on the prince anymore…”

The advisor trails off into silence, and Gladio fidgets in his place on the dust-covered threadbare of carpet below his boots as guilt grips at him. “Iggy…”


Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Request; 13- Stiles

PromptBed sharing. Character and reader have to share a bed for some reason.


“Alright, listen up!”, Coach paced up and down the rows of seats as the bus drove down the highway trying to give a speech to a herd of sleepy teenagers, “Some of you idiots think this road trip is another reason for you to party it up in the Hotel Room, drink beers, and flirt with the cheerleaders……….”.  

Coach stopped directly next to where Stiles and Scott sat with their heads leaned against one anothers, snoring softly and completely unaware of what was about to happen. Once coach saw that his two biggest idiots were sleeping through his important announcement, he leaned a bit down until his mouth was right in front of Stiles’ ear. 

“BUT IT’S NOT!”, he screamed at the top of his lungs, making Stiles and Scott shake out of their sleep in surprise. Stiles, who’d already been on edge from their newest supernatural occurrence, looked up to Coach, horrified. 

“Was that necessary?!”, he shouted at his Coach who just looked down at him with a frown. 

“Pay attention, Stilinski! After last year’s hotel mishaps, you and McCall are on thin ice. Thin. Ice”. 

Stiles rolls his eye and buries himself deeper into the seat and tries to avoid any more eye contact with Coach. This weekend was the biggest playoff game in history and if he pissed off Coach a little bit more, there would be no chance of him playing at all. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you looking back at him giggling silently and immediately looked behind him to see what was so funny. There was absolutely no way you were looking at him. Stiles had been pining after you for years and not once had you ever given him the time of day. He was Stiles and you were the class president and head cheerleader. It’s not like you really could show an interest though; you’d been dating some kid from Davenport for years. Stiles knew all about him too, but he just couldn’t get over you no matter how many times he tried.

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Forgive Me

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean broke your heart.  Sam calls you to help with a case.  Can you handle seeing Dean again?

Warnings:  Angst, I actually cried writing this one, first time that’s happened, swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wear a cap at home, folks), oral (female receiving)

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Another seedy motel in an equally seedy town.  Sighing, you throw your duffel onto the bed. The wallpaper was peeling up in the corners, the faucet in the bathroom dripped.  The pillows on the bed were lumpy, the comforter faded and worn.

Being on the move, bouncing from town to town, hunting, it all used to be so thrilling.  Now it feels like an endless nightmare.  Blood, bodies, scars, sadness.  A vicious cycle, a cycle that would never break.  

Once upon a time you had believed that hunters deserved happiness, that it could be found.  Now you knew that hunting was just a means to an end, a very bloody and depressing end.

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Pilot - Part 2

Word Count: 3034

Pairing: Eventual DeanxReader

Warnings: language, death, if anything else would count as a trigger please let me know. 

A/N: Part 2 to the Pilot. Final part. It’s not really edited so if you have any comments or anything feel free to comment or leave them in my asks. Part 1 can be found here

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Series Rewrite Masterlist

“Come on, Sammy! Give me a big hug! It’s been SO long!” you yelled as you chased Sam across the bridge. 

“Number 1, it’s Sam, Princess, and number 2 hell no I am not hugging you until you take like 5 showers!” 

You pouted at him and walked away, “Fine! I see how it is then, Sammy!” you exclaimed as you walked back over to Dean. Sam followed you over, convinced you weren’t going to cover him in mud, at least not yet. “How’s the car?” you asked Dean. 

“She’s fine. Whatever she did to it, it seems fine now. That Constance chick what a BITCH!” he screamed into the sky. You snorted with laughter. 

“I told you she was a bitch. Throwing people off bridges, trying to run people over, bitch status achieved.” You giggled.

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12.03 The Foundry coda, 1,046 words. I live for Dean and Cas having supportive phone conversations. 

Dean had stopped crying a while ago, but the edges of his eyes were crusted shut, his eyelashes damp. Sam had gone to his room not long after mom left and closed the door. Dean had caught the droning narration of a WWII documentary when he’d gone past on his way to bed. His stomach groaned but he had no appetite. There were no footsteps in the halls tonight.

His laptop was plugged in to charge; the lone blue LED light caught the objects on his nightstand like ghosts: his phone, an empty water glass, a fat paperback Cas had borrowed from a motel lobby and never read. Dean picked up the phone out of habit. Cas had checked in hours ago to say he’d reached Ohio, but Dean, still angry Cas had gone without them, had given him only a grunted “okay.”

No new messages. It was four in the morning but wherever Cas was right now, he was awake. He wouldn’t mind if Dean called. Still, Dean was nervous as it rang, thinking Cas might not answer this time, that Dean’s clipped tone earlier might earn him another rejection.

Cas answered swiftly, assuaging his fear. “Dean. Just a moment.” From the sound of it, he was driving. A DJ droned on the radio and the phone practically shook from the rumble of a large vehicle passing the truck. The radio went silent. Cas’s voice was rough, like he hadn’t spoken in hours. “You’re up late.”

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