i’ll be releasing a small batch of hand-picked vintage jackets all with this custom, hand-made design soon in collaboration with a friend. we’re getting small details figured out, so here’s a teaser! :-)
Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean, minor OC’s (…a pairing is in the distant horizon… who do you think it’ll be?)
Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.
Word Count: 1,862
A/N: This is the tenth installment in my first ever fanfic. Part 9 and 10 were originally one chapter, but I split them because this one is longer, hence the close together posting schedule. I’m adding a few more logs to the fire… These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.
“Oh come on, Elana, you can’t be serious!” My friend, Mallory, was shaking her head in blatant disbelief.
We had just gotten out of dance class for the evening and had made our way to my workplace, settling into a corner table with a chai tea latte for me and something heavily flavored with pumpkin for her. I shrugged at her and took a sip of my drink.
“But, I mean, come on! You’re twenty-six! You can’t still be…there’s no way you’re…” She was spluttering over her words.
“A virgin?” I finished for her, raising an eyebrow. “You act like the word is poisonous.”
She huffed and took a small sip from her mug before continuing, “I still don’t believe you. You’re a badass chick. Beautiful, confident,” she pointed a finger at me, “and sometimes even funny.”
I chuckled, “Wow, I didn’t realize those things directly correlated to sex.”