sam what have you gotten me into

Age is but a Number, Love is Infinite

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times

Request: Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?

A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D

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All Worked Up

Characters: Sam x Reader, Reader’s parents briefly

Warnings: Smutty Smut, a little bit of voyeurism but not REALLY, oral sex (male and female receiving) 

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: So, I after spending the afternoon yesterday talking about Jensen/Dean’s cock with @sis-tafics I proceeded to have a drug induced dream about getting caught by my parents sucking Sam off in the bedroom I grew up in. Upon telling her about it, she insisted that I write. Thanks to @impala-dreamer​ for helping convince me as well.  She filled me up with Sammy gifs and may have done a little begging herself. She also talked me out of a hole and convinced me to go ahead and share it with you. So, now I will tell you a story. Enjoy you crazy Sam girls. 

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anonymous asked:

AU where Castiel is that one hot lifeguard at the beach and Dean is the lovable idiot who's constantly swimming out too far in what he claims are attempts to one up Sam (who's just reading on the sand at the moment), but are really just attempts to grab Castiel's attention (Dean doesn't know when he started taking whistles and amused glares as validation, but hey, if it works). Sam, afraid of seeing Dean actually get injured and aware that Castiel actually needs to focus on his job (part 1)

casually walks up to Cas with a determined expression plastered on his face. Dean panics, thinking that Sam is about to reveal his (pretty obvious in retrospect) crush, and sprints out of the water to do damage control. Cue Sam borrowing the spray bottle and walking away, and Cas giving Dean a lecture about dangerous currents. Dean just kind of nods throughout the lecture, focusing very hard on how devastatingly handsome Cas isn’t (he swears) while angry. They end up grabbing ice cream later.(2)

“I’m sorry about my brother.”

Startled, Cas turns to see Devastatingly Handsome Man 2 talking to him. The only reason he hadn’t spoken to Devastatingly Handsome Man 1, currently swimming hell-for-leather toward shore, was his assumption that Devastatingly Handsome Man 1 and DHM 2 were a couple.

“Brother?” Cas echoes, watching DHM 1 face-plant into the waves. Dripping with water, smudged with sand, wearing only soaking swim trunks that cling to his thighs and make a dome of the bulge of his cock. He’s, well, he’s devastatingly handsome. Even if he hadn’t been splashing around like a fool, Cas would have had one eye on him all weekend.

Except that he wasn’t single.

Except that…

“Yeah, yeah, the dumbass running toward us?” DHM 2 shakes his head. “It’s, well, it’s because of you. He thinks you’re hot, and I guess he figured if he made an ass of himself and pretended to be drowning you’d have to, I dunno, give him mouth to mouth or something?”

“Sam, for the love of - stop talking!” shouts DHM 1 breathlessly, trying and failing to find the purchase to run up the sandy shore. He even looks handsome flailing to keep his balance as the ground gave way beneath him at every step.

It isn’t fair.

“He was trying to get my attention?” Cas says flatly. DHM 2 - Sam - nods and rolls his eyes. “Right.” Hopping off the raise lifeguards seat, Cas walks casually, balancing easily on the shifting mounds of sand, meeting DHM 1 half way. “Your brother tells me that you’ve been engaging in dangerous behavior to get my attention.”

“Yes, I–”

“So while I’ve been forced to keep an eye on your-” -devastatingly handsome- “-antics, had their been a real emergency, I would have been distracted, and someone might have actually gotten hurt?”

“I’m sorry, but–”

“Furthermore, he tells me that you decided on this ridiculous plan because you found me attractive, and hoped I’d - what did Sam say - ‘give you mouth to mouth resuscitation?’”

“Sammy, how could y–”

“Well, if that’s what you wanted, you should have just asked,” Castiel concludes.

“No, I no, I was totally out of line, but…” DHM 1 trails off. “Wait, what?”

“If you were interested in having me kiss you, you could have asked me to kiss you,” repeats Castiel. Sam smirks. DHM 1′s mouth falls open. “Did that never cross your mind?”

“Oh. Uh.” DHM 1 looks around, looks away, brushes the sand from his legs and smears muddy tan streaks over his swim trunks and lower back. “I guess…uh…no?”

“My name is Cas,” Cas says.

“Dean.”

“I’m on duty right now - no fraternizing allowed - but I finish at 3 PM,” says Cas. “That’s 15 minutes. Don’t be late.”

“Right…right! No, I definitely won’t be.” DHM 1 - Dean, that has a nice ring to it - gives Cas a devastatingly handsome smile and allows his brother to drag him away by the arm.

Climbing back up the lifeguard stand, Cas pulls out his cell phone, scrolls through his contacts, and dials up Gabriel.

“What is it, my man?”

“Hey, so…I need you to come on shift a little early today…”

“Dammit, I had plans, Cas! Not ‘til 5, you said!”

“Sorry, but I’m going to need you here at 3.”

“That’s, like, now!”

“Don’t be late…”

“This is about that guy you’ve been ogling, isn’t it.” Cas can hear Gabe’s eyeroll over the miles separating them. “He’s, like, married to that moose. You’re wasting you’re time.”

“Brothers,” Cas crows triumphantly.

“Brothers?” Gabe echoes, a perfect mirror to Cas’ earlier reaction.

“Brothers,” confirms Cas.

“So the tall one is also single?”

“Don’t know for sure, but I know that he’ll be alone on the beach starting at 3…”

“GABE TO THE RESCUE!”

Was I a good Sister?

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester

Warning - Swearing, angst, character death

“Y/n! SHOOT NOW” I heard my father voice yell at me so I took my aim at the werewolf heart and tried to fire but I then realised that my gun was jammed! “oh no” I whispered

I saw the werewolf advance towards my elder brother and it threw him across , I watched in shock when his body slammed into the tree, the werewolf turned towards me but my gun was still jammed, I tried to shoot him but it wasn’t working just when then I heard a loud bang from behind me and I saw the werewolf fall to the ground, I turned around and saw my other elder brother Sam.

My father suddenly appeared in my view and ran towards Dean, me and Sam followed him, we dropped on our knees around where Dean lay unconscious. I tried to caress his forehead to inspect the damage when my father shoved my hand away.

“Don’t you dare touch him! ”,he snarled.

He then looked at Dean and tried to find if he had any serious injury on him. I looked at Sam but he was too focused on Dean. I then felt my cheek burn severely and loud resounding slap could be heard across the forest. I realised then that my father had hit me and he had me so hard that I was lying on the ground. I definitely had a bruise now.

“Dad, what the hell was that!? ” I heard Sam shout but my dad just glared at him and then at me, he shook his head in anger dropped down so he could swing dean’s arm around his shoulder.

Sam who was staring at his father in shock and anger immediately pushed his feelings aside and grabbed the other arm. They carried Dean this to the impala with me trailing behind him.

“y/n/n, go sit in the backseat and then we will lay him down” I nodded slowly and did as Sam said, the entire time I could feel my dad’s eye on me.

The ride to the isolated cabin was extremely quiet, I kept caressing Dean’s forehead and his hair and I kept on whispering “ I am sorry, I am so sorry ” and the tears trailed down my face.

Sam’s POV

I heard my little sister sniffling in the backseat and comforting my elder brother while saying sorry. It literally broke my heart to see her so upset. All I wanted to do was hug her tightly and tell her everything was going to be okay but if I say something now I know my father will be even more furious, I still cannot believe that he had hit her.

We reach the cabin and take Dean inside, we inspect him and wonder if any serious injury has taken place but he was just knocked out , I look over at my little sister and see that she was standing at door with an expression of fear plastered over her face. I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back.

After tending to Dean my father walks out of the room but not before he take Y/n’s arm in vicious grip, I spare my brother one look and walk out of the door.

Y/n’s POv

“what the hell were you doing?!
“I.. ”
“You could have gotten your brother killed you irresponsible idiot, why can’t you do anything properly?! ”
“Dad just listen to her”
“You stay out of this Sam, it does not concern you, we could have lost Dean because of her, you are the reason that your brother is in there….. Hurt”
“But dad.. ”
“JUST SHUT UP! I can’t even bare to look at you, my son is hurt because of you, you are an ungrateful, irresponsible and disgusting sister and I can’t even call you my daughter ”

That was it. This sentence did it for me, I was in pain ,not the physical kind the other one the one where your heart feels heavy and it hurts, I looked at my father with tears in my eyes but I would not let them drop.

“what the hell is wrong with you dad, why can’t you just listen to her, who says that to their own child?!”

My dad didn’t answer my brother he just walked out the door, Sam then removed his attention from John and then kneeled down so he could be of my height, he kept both his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.

“hey, listen to me sweetie don’t you dare even for a moment think that you are not a good sister, you are the most amazing, beautiful kind girl in the whole world and me and Dean love you so so so so much! ”

I looked him in the eye but I did not have the strength to reply so I just went back to the room where Dean was sleeping.

Sam’s POV

I watched my little sister walk back in the room, I was so shocked to hear my father say such horrible things to a 13 year old girl.
I went in the room and saw that she was covering Dean up with a blanket she then sat at the edge of the pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead.

My heart melted right there, how could my father say such horrible things to someone as sweet as her, I just couldn’t resist so I walked up behind her and put my arms around,she turn around and put her arms around my waist and her face towards me, I hugged her for a while but then I felt her shoulders shake I looked down and saw that she was sobbing her little heart out so I kneeled down again so I could be of her level and then hugged her tightly.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry”, she said this while hiccuping in between her sobs.

“I can’t lose you or Dean, I love you too much, I am sorry ” I knew I couldn’t say anything to comfort her so I picked her up and carried to my bed, we are used to sharing beds so I lay her down and I lay down beside her I put my arm around her and gently stroke her back soon she is fast asleep.

Y/n’s POV
I wake up the next morning to see that my Sam was sleeping beside me softly snoring , I looked on the other side and saw that Dean was also sleeping, so I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back I saw that Dean was starting to wake up.

“Hey Dean, can you wake up? ”, he groaned but slowly opened his eyes
“hey, how are you feeling? ”
“Ummm…. Extremely sore”
“well you were thrown into a tree so that is to be expected I guess”

“Wait, what the hell happened? Are you okay? ”

“Yea bro, Everyone is good, you were the only one who was hurt”

I grabbed his medicine from the side table and then got him a glass of water.

“Here you go”
“Thanks sweetheart, you know you always take such good care of us”

My smile wavered a bit as I remembered last night’s events but I didn’t let the sadness or the immense guilt I was feeling come to my face. I then took both his hands pulled him in a sitting position.

“you can use the shower and have a good long bath”
“Thanks sweetie ” he said looking at me but then his smile turned into a frown and his hand went to touch my cheek.
“Did the werewolf get you or something? ”
“No why? ”
“You have bruise on your face”
I immediately felt extremely tense but then I just brushed it off and then walked to the living room. I saw John sitting over there with a pen and newspaper he looked towards me and said
“We are going on a hunt tonight.”
“What? What about Dean”
“Your will brother will not go obviously ”
“Dean is not going to agree to that ”
“Just be ready, there were not ONE but TWO werewolf but because of you we could not kill it last night so I suggest do as I ask”.

Later that night.
Dean had thrown a bitch fit and was here saying he was fine and will not be left at home. I had persuaded Sam to not tell Dean anything now, but we could do it after the hunt. I had rechecked my guns atleast 10 times to make sure it wasn’t jammed.

We walked through the jungle looking for the wolf, but it had seemed like hours had passes but we still had no clue where it was.

I still don’t know how I saw but I did, the werewolf was standing behind Dean, it had raised its claw to strike at my brother but I pushed my brother put of the way and felt it claws go deep in my stomach.

Dean’s PoV

I saw in astonishment as my little sister pushed me out of the way and the werewolf impaled her in stomach. I raised my gun and shot him straight in the heart, the werewolf fell down with a thud.

I looked down at my little sister who was bleeding from the stomach profusely, I picked her up and put her head in my lap, I then felt Sam and Dad running towards us.

“De it hurts a lot ” she cried
“Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry everything is going to be okay you are going to live and we are going to talk about cutting Sammy’s hair in sleep and well pranking people and making them annoyed”

My sister shook her head and coughed and I saw the blood trickle out of her mouth so I wiped it away with my thumb
“ I am not going to make it, I know it” she croaked
“No y/n/n don’t you dare say that ”, Sam said in a crying voice “ you our baby sister we need to here, I love you so much”
“You heard Sam sweetheart, you can’t go we need you here:

But she ignored us and then asked in a croaked voice
“Was I a good sister? ”
And then both me and Sam just broke, both of us had tears running down our check so we each grabbed her hand I said

“oh yes sweetie, you are amazing sister and I love you so so so much” I then looked at my dad who was standing with an emotionless expression. Y/n looked at all of us “ I love you. ALL OF you I am going to miss you and I am glad I saved you dean”

Saying this my baby sister took her last breaths and then her head just fell sideways, he beautiful eyes were now not looking at anything.
So I put an arm around Sam and pulled him close and cradled my baby sister in my other arm. Oh god I will never see her smile, never kiss her while she was sleeping, never see her taking care of us, never take care of her she is just gone.

My father then came next to us and said “I am sorry baby girl please come back”

And at that time all we wanted was our little baby sister to come back but I knew she wouldn’t listen because she can’t, thinking about this we cried and screamed at the sky above us.

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anonymous asked:

The avengers are back post CW and for good publicity they all do a Reddit style AMA. While most of the avengers try to keep their answers generic and PC, Tony actually answers sincerely and honestly. (Also how great would it be if tony got a question about his bots and he let's them answer and they basically hi Jack the whole thing)

I had to google reddit style ama, because I don’t Reddit but I love this. I think they’d probably do it in person, or through a livestream. 

The chat is flooded with questions, most of them not ones a lawyer would recommend they answer, such as. 

“Captain America, how many people have you killed?” or “What made you decide that you knew better than 117 countries?” Still they did say ask me anything.

“Okay, Jarvis will be selecting questions at random, so everyone go ahead and flood the chat with anything you want to know.” Tony smiles at the camera as the first questions start rolling in. 

“Does Black Widow snore?” Jarvis reads off, it’s a good question, something that will make them seem more personable, although Natasha glaring at the camera doesn’t help that image. 

“Like a freight train.” Clint answers, jumping out of the way when Natasha plans to elbow him.  

“What part of the Accord’s did you disagree with Captain?” Jarvis reads the next one, it’s better worded than most of the other questions along the same vein, and this is what the people want to know. 

“I didn’t agree with a system where I couldn’t help people if I saw them hurting.” Steve answers, looking apologetic. “The Accords as they were would have tied our hands too much, and risked the lives of the people we fight to protect.” Tony tries not to cringe at that. 

“Dr. Stark, why doesn’t your tower have a pool? What kind of billionaire doesn’t have a pool?” Jarvis reads off, and Tony tenses slightly. 

“Wow, was to throw a hardball there J.” He jokes, smiling awkwardly. “I guess the kind of Billionaire who has experience being waterboarded in Afghanistan is the kind of billionaire that doesn’t have a pool.” The chat is flooded with messages then, and they wait for a moment for their audience to calm down. 

“Clint, what’s it like being out of retirement?” Jarvis reads off, attempting to get everyone back on track. 

“Well, it’s a lot more interesting than golf I can tell you that.” He smirks at the camera, Tony has to resist the urge to roll his eyes. 

“Do any of you work outside of the Avengers? Aside from Dr. Stark of course.” Jarvis reads, Tony waits for the team to answer. 

“Colonel Rhodes does, but aside from that no. We believe that being an Avenger is a full time job and should be the primary focus.” Steve answers seriously. Sam frowns slightly, he’d been considering getting his job at the VA back, not that it would be easy with the current political climate.

“Dr. Stark is colonel Rhodes the reason for your new prosthetic line?” The next question reads. Tony swallows thickly. 

“To a degree, Stark Industries has been working on prosthetic’s for a long time, but Rhodey getting hurt made it my primary focus.” Tony explains. “We would have gotten to this point eventually, but Rhodey’s injury definitely pushed me to work on it faster.

“Clint, what part of the Accord’s did you disagree with?” Jarvis asks, knowing full well Clint didn’t read the Accord’s. 

“Same as Cap, but I also didn’t agree with the wrongful imprisonment aspects involved.” He says, he manages to keep from glaring at Tony when he mentions it. 

“Widow, did you plan to betray Team Iron Man from the start?” Jarvis shoots, and he is not being kind to them at all. Tony shouldn’t have expected him to. 

“Of course not, but it’s hard to be in the middle of a fight like that. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt, and I made some poor decisions trying to prevent that.” She manages to look misty eyed. 

“Sir, this one is for you. ‘I’ve been interested in your work with AI’s for years, and I was wondering what happened to DUM-E after your Malibu house blew up? Is he okay?’“ Jarvis has a pleased tone to his voice. 

“Well, J. Let’s call him up and show our kind questioner.” Tony smiles at the camera. “We can take a few more questions while we wait. Let’s go for some lighter topics shall we?”

“Do any of you have or want pets?” Jarvis reads off. Wanda goes dreamy eyed. 

“I want a dog.” She says, sounding fond. “A big dog, they’re always so energetic.” 

“I want a dog as well.” Steve beams at her. Tony rolls his eyes and finds that the chat agrees  with him, that’s not a surprise. 

“I want a dragon.” Tony jokes, getting a dirty look from Steve. “But in all seriousness I’m not much of a pet person I can barely take care of myself.
 As if on cue DUM-E rolls out of the elevator coffee cup in hand. “J, is there motor oil in this?” 

“No sir, but there is some hot sauce in it.” Jarvis informs him, Tony shrugs, patting Dum-E chasis. 

“Thank you Dum-E.” He drinks the coffee. “That is a lot more than some hot sauce.” He grumbles, Dum-E beeping shrilly in his ear. “Hello internet, this is DUM-E.” 

“The internet would like to know if he can do any tricks, Sir.” Jarvis informs him, the other Avengers are pouting now, as the chat seems focused on the little robot. 

“Of course he can. He has to help out around the lab. Here, watch this Dum-E spin.” Dum-E does his best R2-D2 impression as he twirls in a circle. “Good job Dum-E now up-high.” He holds out his hand for Dum-E to bump his claw against. “fist bump.” He offers the little bot. Dum-E beeps excitedly. “And last, the most important trick of all. Dum-E Steve’s on fire.” 

“What? No!” Steve says as Dum-E whirls on him, grabbing the fire extinguisher off the wall and spraying Steve down. 

“He really liked Wall-E.” Tony jokes, as Dum-E seems satisfied that Steve is no longer on fire and is instead spraying the fire extinguisher while rolling in the opposite direction. 

“How did you make such an adorable robot?” Jarvis reads off. Natasha is wiping foam out of her hair. Clint has a mustache made of the stuff, and Steve is practically invisible under the stuff Sam has a little on his shirt but managed to escape mostly unscathed.

“Well-” Tony Starts, but Dum-E has stopped spinning camera focused on him. “Oh no.” He grumbles, as he’s doused with the fire extinguisher. “Tell my CEO I love her.” He shouts dramatically sinking into the foam. 

Dum-E is trending by the end of the day. 

To Become A Hunter

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sister!reader, John Winchester, Sam Winchester [mentioned]

Words: 3900+ (I’m really sorry about that, but there was no good place to split it)

Warnings: Can’t think of anything specific, really, maybe just that there’s going to be a verbal fight, I dunno. Maybe a bit of swearing, not too much.

A/N: This is the fic I was talking about! It’s a pre-series sister AU, that takes place in between around 2003. Dean is 24, Sam is 20 and at Stanford and you are 17 years old. It’ll also be a mini-series, so there’s more parts to come. It might be a bit all over the place, but I was trying to create a certain feeling. (I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I hope you like it!)

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Originally posted by xohollandroden

Your name: submit What is this?

Hunting is hard, and that’s no surprise, really. It’s physically challenging, you have to be smart, have technique, and it’s just hard emotionally as well. And, not only is it hard, but you hate it as well.

Okay, hate is a strong word, but things about it, you really do hate. You hate the way you have to sacrifice what feels like everything for it. You hate the way you feel like you miss out on life. You hate the pain and the constant fear. You hate the way it forces you to see the world more black and white instead of with all the shades of grey. You hate the way you get shut down every time you question this. You hate the way your dad responds with ’because you have to’ when you ask ’why?’.

John Winchester used to be in the military and it shows, you could testify to that. All your life he has been hard on you and your brothers. But, despite this, you are not afraid to stand up to him, question him, call him out. Although it often comes with consequences.

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Imagine Sam Taking Care of You When You’re Sick

Author’s Note: I did have a preference for you all this week, but since I was dying from the stomach virus, I never finished it and I can’t remember what all I was doing to write for it. So here is this instead, how I would imagine Sam Winchester taking care of me. - Haley xx 


Warm hands ran themselves along your back as you tried to breathe. You had gotten sick on the job and was forced to stay behind, but now the hunt was over and it was time to go home. Riding in the backseat made you feel even sicker even to the point where Dean had to pull over on the side of the road to let you empty your stomach.

But the warm hands softly touching you made you feel slightly better. You couldn’t remember what happened after the last time you threw up and you really didn’t care; you knew you were still in the car and that was about it.

“Y/N,” Sam whispered, sweeping the hair away from your eyes. You squinted one eye open and saw Sam from above you. “Hey there,” he said, giving you a smile, “feel any better?”

You shook your head no and closed your eyes again.

“Dean got you some Sprite,” Sam said. “Sit up and take a drink. It’ll make you feel better.”

You groaned and pushed yourself up from the backseat. Sitting up made you feel dizzy and you always fell back to the seat when those warm hands wrapped themselves around you to hold you steady.

“You’ve been snoozing on me all day, Y/N,” Sam said, helping you take a drink. “I hope you don’t mind me playing with your hair.”

You felt your face getting hot and just shrugged. You’ve always had the biggest crush on Sam since you met him and Dean, and being this close to him was your number one fantasy. You just wish you were sick while this close.

“Come here,” Sam said softly, and pulled you back into his lap.

“You’re gonna get sick,” You managed to say.

“I’ll be fine,” Sam said, playing with your hair again. “Besides, you can take care of me.”

Monster

Word Count: 2039

Pairing: Past Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN typical violence, Canon divergence, Torture, Major character death

A/N: Written for @nichelle-my-belle ‘s angst challenge. My prompt was “It takes a monster to destroy a monster.” This gave me such a hard time and it’s kind of erratic and choppy and doesn’t make much sense to me, but I’ve given up on it and it’s just being posted.

Follow up to Masterpieces


“Dean, please. This isn’t you.” You begged, tears streaming down your face, trying desperately to reach the Dean you once knew. You were tied spread eagle to the rack, practically naked, scraps of clothes barely covering you. “Don’t let him ruin you.”

 

“Oh, but it is me.” Dean slid the razor from your neck down your chest before finally shoving it in, next to your heart. You let out an ear piercing scream and sobbed yourself hoarse while Dean continued to carve and Alastair put you back together, letting Dean carve you to pieces over and over and over.

 

Dean woke with a start; sweat dripping down his face and tears in his eyes, your name on his lips. “Dean?” Sam questioned. “Y/N again?”

“What I did to her…” Dean swallowed thickly, choking back tears. “Sammy, I tore her apart. She begged me not to and I just laughed at her and did it anyway.”

“Dean, it wasn’t you.” Sam sat next to Dean on the bed, trying to figure out a way to comfort him.

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It’s a Surprise

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,707 

Warnings: Swearing, mild nudity, hint at smut, general fluffiness and lots of it.

Prompt: Sam decides that instead of a boring Valentine’s day of exchanging beer and chocolate, he wants to take Y/N out on a real Valentine’s Day special getaway.

Prompt 2: Gif choice from @supernatural-jackles birthday challenge.

A/N: This is written for @supernatural-jackles birthday challenge. I know I am so late, but my excuse is that I have changed this idea a billion times! I chose a gif for her challenge, and it is located within the fic.

Also, side note yes I know it’s not even close to Valentine’s day, but don’t pay attention to that.

This is unbetaed so any and all mistakes are mine.

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

23 Hours Before Valentine’s Day

“Ectoplasm. I thought we were done dealing with this disgusting crap!” Y/N complained as she strode into the bunker, wiping the towel over her arms. “I’m gonna need, like, seventeen showers just to rid myself of this goop. Yuck!” A giant splatter of the black goo was flicked from Y/N’s jacket and onto the floor, making Dean and Sam cringe.

“Really? In the bunker, c’mon…” Dean groaned.

Y/N turned angrily at Dean, hurling the dirty towel in his direction. “You’re lucky I didn’t get any in your precious Baby! This is your fault you know!”

“What?” Dean rolled his eyes. “If you knew how to swing an iron bar, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this mess. Literally.”

“If you wouldn’t have pushed me in front of the monster barf, I wouldn’t be in this mess. It would’ve been you in this mess.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed. “Just go take your damn shower.”

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What’s Bred in the Bone: Part I

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Jaal x Sara Ryder

A 600 year nap and a 2.5 million light-year journey to find out the answer: are humans and angara genetically compatible?

Rated M for strong language, some sexuality and violence. Alien-human pregnancy fic.

Spoilers for Jaal’s romance and loyalty mission, and end of game.

Part I of ??? - Part II - Part III - Part IV

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Fight For It

This is my entry for @avasmommy224‘s Birthday Challenge!  My prompt was #19 “Nothing that’s worthwhile is ever easy, remember that.”

Summary: Sam gives you a pep talk and you decide to fight for what you want, soon realizing that you didn’t actually need to fight for it after all.

warnings: Dean x Reader sexy times, oral (male receiving), intercourse, beginning a bit angsty, best friend!Sam

word count: ~2800


You had tears in your eyes as Sam rubbed your arm, trying to give you whatever comfort he could.  As your best friend, he was the only one who knew about all of your inner demons, all the thoughts that rolled around your head about life, hunting, the loss of your family, and most recently, your realization that you were in love with Dean Winchester.

It was all just too overwhelming, and you had finally cracked.

So here you were, curled up in Sam’s bed in his room, as he was the ever-incredible friend, consoling you and being a warm body to snuggle with.

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It’s Sam...

Title: It’s Sam…

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3471

Warning: This has a little of everything. Angsty hunt, fluffy makeup, and Impala smut. You know, the works.

A/N: So I don’t know what the hell happened but this one just took on a massive life of its own. 

I combined the following two requests: Anonymous said: Hi! First of all I love your blog! I was wondering if I could request a smut/angst deanxreader fic where they’re both hunters and have been dating and she has to flirt for info on a case with a sleazy guy and dean gets riled up and jealous? Thanks! AND Anonymous said: If you have fic requests open I would love a fluffy smutty comfort fic with dean after a particularly bad hunt.

Hope you both like it! Enjoy!



“A ghost? Seriously? All the way to South Dakota, for a ghost?”

“Yeah! I want something fun and easy. We can go bug Bobby after too. Plus, I think Sam is taking that case in Minnesota, so he can meet up with us after.”

Dean just shrugged and finished filling up Baby. “Fine by me. It’s pretty messed up though that a ghost is something that’s ‘fun and easy’.”

“True,” you laughed as you shifted in your seat, “but then again, our lives are pretty messed up, so there’s that.”

Dean laughed, leaning across the seat to kiss you sweetly before revving Baby to life and screeching out of the gas station.

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Drabble idea: Sabriel + edging ❤️ thank you!

“Not yet, Sam.”

“Please.” Sam’s sweaty and writhing and doesn’t remember ever being this hard.

And no one has fucking touched him yet.

That’s the problem, really. Gabriel’s had him lying in this bed for hours, while he watches from a chair, telling Sam how to roll his hips and when to drag his cock over the soft sheets, but not a single hand (or mouth) has been on him, and Sam’s pretty sure he’s dying. Especially since Gabriel’s gotten himself off more than once and made Sam watch.

“Nope,” Gabe grins. “Not yet. Just keep thrusting. Those sheets feel good?”

Sam claws at the bed, shaking a little because he’s so fucking close and he is not going to come until he’s told to, and nods. “But not as good as you. Come on. Come fuck me.”

Gabriel grins and stays silent, so Sam pushes his luck and rolls over, spreads his legs wide and lets Gabriel see what he could have. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” Sam asks. “Don’t you want to pound into me until we both come?”

Gabriel winks, and Sam groans, knowing he hasn’t won. “I want you to roll back over and keep feeling those sheets. While I tell you, in detail, exactly what I want to do to you.”

Guilty

Summary: After a hunt goes bad the reader lets Dean’s words get her down.

Characters: Sister! Reader x Castiel, Dean, Sam

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Language, Self-loathing, Low self esteem, Castiel being super awesome

A/N:  I wrote this little short for @iwantthedean two prompt challenge. My prompt was “Guilt and I are old friends it’s a companion that sits on my back”.  Also the whole time I wrote this I was thinking of the song Fix You by Coldplay.  I hope you all enjoy it and any feedback is appreciated!

Also: Thank you @chelsea072498 for beta’ing and @tankcupcakes & @paintrider13-blog for the encouragement! 

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Boring Board Game: Sam x Reader Smut

Imagine: Fooling around with Sam after Dean falls asleep.

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Notes: I wrote this at 3 am.


“Can you guys shut the hell up? I’m trying to sleep.” Dean groaned from the couch. He had chosen to sleep in the living room because he had spilt water all over his bed.

You rolled your eyes and Sam smirked, looking back down the the game you were seated around. You were bored and found some old timey board game, Sam suggested you try it out. You replied with a ‘why not’. It was pretty dumb, a basic roll the dice move your piece kind of thing.

“How about we make it a bit more interesting.” You huffed in boredom as you moved your piece up three squares.

Sam looked up to you, adjusting his legs. The floor was a bit uncomfortable but it was in the middle of the living room, so you had plenty of space. You would have used a table but the board was way too big to fit on any table in the bunker. “How so?” He asked with an amused smile on his face.

You smiled innocently, shrugging it. Looking back to Dean to make sure he was asleep, you leaned closer to Sam. Locking eyes with him your smile turned not so innocent. “If one of us rolls a five, we remove one article of clothing. The other player gets to choose.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Are you twelve?” He asked but when he saw you were deadly serious he swallowed hard and looked over to Dean, who was snoring. He sighed before his hazel eyes flicked back over to you. “Alright, sure. You first.”

You smiled and changed sitting positions, now sitting on your feet. You shook the dice in your hands and let it fall on the board with a clatter. You rolled a three and a six. You smirked in triumph and moved your piece up nine squares.

Time was slow as Sam picked up the two small cubes, shook them in his hands and let them fall onto the board. A four and a two. You mentally cursed and Sam saw your look of disappointment, smirking and shaking his head as he moved his piece.

The process repeated until you finally rolled a five. You hadn’t counted on you being the first to roll a five. And two, at that. Your cheeks heated up and you looked up at Sam. He was smirking, a look of smug success on his face.

“Screw you.” You laughed quietly and looked back to Dean, who had his face planted in his pillow. He was fast asleep. And thankfully he was a deep sleeper when he knew Sam was awake.

“Socks.” Sam said and you looked back to him, raising a brow. He just shrugged. “Don’t wanna start off too quickly, or we’d be naked in three turns.” He said and your cheeks heated up as he spoke. He sure was serious about the situation.

You took your feet out from under your thighs and removed your pink socks, tucking them into each other and tossing it towards the dining room. You’d get them later. You smirked once you were done, but the look on Sam’s face got you worried.

“And, your shirt.” He said and your breath caught in your throat. Blood started to flow between your legs and you looked at Dean again, which was starting to get annoying. Sam noticed your hesitation. “Want to go to my room?” He offered and you tried not to whimper in excitement.

You just nodded and grabbed the two dice, your two player pieces, and let Sam grab the board. The walk to his room was silent and full of tension, as you walked up the stairs you could feel him staring at you and it made your movements hurt in anticipation.

When you finally got into his room he shut the door behind you, locking it. The pieces in your hands felt extremely heavy as Sam laid out the large board on his floor, sitting down cross legged. He looked up to you and you swallowed, sitting down in the same position as you. When he didn’t speak you remembered you were supposed to take off your shirt.

You looked down to your button up silk nightshirt nervously, your trembling hands reaching up to the bottom button. It slipped out of the hole with ease and you continued on upwards, the last button leaving you almost bare. You had forgotten you had a tank top on under it and you almost laughed at the irony, you were so scared for nothing. You threw the shirt behind you, the cool air raising goosebumps on your newly exposed arms and shoulders.

Sam smirked, rolling his eyes. “Fair enough.” He sighed and put the pieces back where they were, picking up the two dice cubes. He shook them in his palms and let them loose with a deafening clack on the wooden board. You leaned forward with your heart pounding. A five and a two. You looked up to him with a wicked, cocky grin.

“Shirt.” You said and leaned back with your arms crossed, confidence back. But it quickly faded as Sam pulled the plain tee-shirt over his head, his practically impossibly perfect muscles making your mouth water. He was golden tan, his skin littered with a few scars here and there but otherwise perfect. Of course, he noticed you staring and he smiled, looking down. His smile wasn’t cocky anymore, he looked bashful. Sam Winchester? Bashful? Hah! That’s funny.

But when you saw the blush on his cheeks you knew that it was exactly his current emotion. Your heart lurched and you smiled, he was so cute it broke your heart.

“Your turn.” He said as he moved his pieces and you snapped out of your daze, picking up the two dice. You shook and rolled, getting a two and a three. You sighed in disappointment and moved your pieces, handing the dice to Sam. He got a four and a six, which seemed to disappoint him as well, and he handed them back to you.

You almost prayed as you let the dice roll out of your hands. They flipped and spun, finally deciding to land on a five and a three. You moved your pieces and looked up, biting your lip. “Pants.” Your voice was barely a whisper and he swallowed hard, glancing down at his sweatpants.

“What have you gotten me into?” He muttered to himself and you bit your bottom lip, watching him as he stood up and untied the strings on his gray pants. He let them fall and he kicked them away, staring at you and waiting for a reaction.

Your throat and mouth dried, everything seeming to freeze. He was so beautiful it was unbelievable. His legs were toned as well, his boxers hiding too much. When he sat back down you suddenly felt you were wearing too much and you hoped he’d roll two fives.

Your wish came true as he let the dice fall, the tension so thick you could taste it. His eyes flickered up to yours, which were glued to the five black dots on both white dice. You slowly looked up, licking your lips and waiting for him to speak.

“Shorts.” He said and you struggled to stand, the undeniable lust making you shake. Your fingers went to the hem of your pajama shorts, slipping them into the waistband. You took your time sliding them down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles. You kicked them away, right next to Sam’s sweatpants, and you sat back down cross-legged.

Sam’s eyes shamefully landed between your legs, which were giving him a perfect view. He shifted, swallowing hard as he looked back up to you. “Tank-top.” His voice was deep now, deep and serious. You shuddered at his voice, chills running up your spine as you grabbed the bottom of your tank-top and pulled it over your head. You heard him sigh as you threw it behind you, his eyes roaming over your bare chest. He licked his lips and looked up to you, his eyes flittering around nervously. If you hadn’t known Sam for so long you’d think he was a virgin.

You didn’t know what to say so you reached out to grab the dice but Sam’s hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you and startling you at the same time. You looked up with furrowed brows, a question forming on your lips but Sam stopped you.

“I think, we both know it isn’t about this stupid game anymore.” Sam said breathlessly, looking into your eyes. Your lips parted and your breath caught in your throat, his gaze was so intense it shook you. You could feel wetness forming between your legs and you closed your eyes, letting out a sigh. This was so much you could orgasm right then and there.

You nodded at his words and Sam leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours. His lips were so soft and plump, they matched your perfectly and you sighed into his mouth. He used one hand to run through your hair and the other to steady you at the small of your back so you didn’t fall backwards. He gasped in pain as the player piece dug angrily into his thigh and you looked down, smiling nervously. “Bed?” You asked and he nodded, grimacing.

You stood up and all but flung yourself onto his soft, comfortable bed, your legs spread wide and eager for him. His mouth gaped open and you felt self conscious for a moment, but it all ceased when you noticed his erection through his boxers. He walked forward, sinking his knees into the bed and settling between your thighs. He leaned down to kiss you, using his hands to pull your thighs around his waist. Through both of your underwear you could feel each other so well, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off your orgasm long once he was inside you.

Once his lips touched yours again he slowly rubbed his hips between your legs, stimulating you immensely. You gasped into his kiss, arching your back and fumbling to grab at his hair. Once you got hold of it you tugged and he groaned, removing his lips from yours to find a new target. He sunk his teeth into your neck, gently biting down as he thrusted against you. You cried out, rubbing yourself on his erection, trying hard to get any friction you could.

“Sam, enough of this.” Your voice was a whisper as he kissed and sucked on your shoulders. “Make love to me.” You said and he sat up, looking down to you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he smiled, taking his boxers off. He took the liberty of taking your own underwear off, tossing it over his shoulder. He wasted no time in slipping two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp sharply. He closed his eyes and groaned feeling how tight you were around your fingers. “(Y/N), you feel so good.”

“I’ll feel even better wrapped around your cock, fuck me Sam.” You groaned and he happily obliged, settling again between your thighs and rubbing his tip against you. You gasped and moaned, hungrily biting your lip and reaching up to sink your nails into his shoulders. He pushed his head inside you, stretching you almost painfully. He waited a moment before continuing to push, finally buried to the hilt. You didn’t dare move, you knew if you did you’d cum. And you wanted to hold off on it as long as possible.

He waited painfully long before he started moving, yanking your thighs up to him. You cried out in surprise at the new angle, his head rubbed against that perfect spot and you felt yourself starting to approach your orgasm. Sam felt you tighten around his cock and he started slowly, deeply thrusting, making sure to roll his hips in a way to hit your magic spot every thrust. You soon came, toppling over that high edge. Your body stiffened and you shook, gasping and letting out a short groan before you went slack onto the mattress.

“Already?” Sam teased and you were tempted to slap him. But when you opened his eyes and saw his sunflower eyes and his dimpled smile, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“You don’t know how beautiful you are, Sam.” You said quietly and he started to move again.

“Keep talking.” He whispered with closed eyes and you grinned suddenly. Sam had a praise kink. You couldn’t blame him, he wasn’t appreciated enough.

“You’re so gorgeous, not only on the outside, but in as well.” You panted as he thrusted inside you, slowly speeding up. Your body rocked back and forth on the mattress and you moaned. “God Sam, you’re perfect, so good, you’re so good and pure. My pure Sam.” Your voice got choppy as he sped up, thrusting harder and faster. Your cries turned to loud grunts that you couldn’t hold back, deep guttural growls emerging from Sam’s throat.

He thrusted inside you for god knows how long, it felt like hours of pure heaven. In that time you praised him, kissed him egged him on until he finally came with a loud groan inside you. His muscles seemed to bulge out from his skin and you watched him cum, the sight of it forcing you to orgasm as well. You both panted, coming down from your high, sweaty and exhausted.

When you were back to your senses you sat up, running a hand through your sweaty hair. You looked at Sam, gleaming with sweat, naked on his bed for you. You smiled at his beauty, which caught his eye and he smiled back.

“I liked that game.” He said quietly, tired from his orgasm.

“I liked it too.” You agreed and stretched, standing up to pick up your underwear. Sam sat up with furrowed brows, watching you step into them.

“Are you going to your room?” He asked cautiously and you picked up a hint of disappointment in his questioning voice.

“Well, I didn’t know if you wanted me to stay or not. I don’t want to be that annoying one time thing who thinks they can stay.” You said, looking anywhere but at him.

“It wasn’t a one time thing.” Sam said quietly. “I mean, I hope it wasn’t. I really like you. And the things you said about me… Well, I’m not good with words. I get shy. Can you just… turn off the light and sleep with me?” He asked in a hopeful voice and you almost cried at how adorable he sounded. He looked at you with puppy eyes and you smiled, nodding.

“I’ll sleep with you tonight. Scooch over.” You stepped back out of your shorts and turned off the lights before climbing into bed with him, wrapping the sheets over your naked bodies. Sam wrapped an arm around you and you rested your head on his chest, falling asleep to the steady beat of his heart.

Congratulations to Me Part Two

Since y’all seemed to like the first part here ya go. Part two was more of a challenge for me so I hope you enjoy it.

Summary- Sam and Dean were supposed to show up to their younger sister’s graduation, but never arrived. What happened?

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

Thanks to @captainemwinchester and @rosie-winchester for talking through my ideas with me. They are totally responsible for convincing me to go this route. Also thanks to @winchesters-favorite-girl she helped so much with getting the character development and details straight.

Congratulations to Me Part One

Congratulations to Me Part Three

Masterlist 


Sam glanced at his watch, 11am. Eight hours till Y/N walked across the stage at graduation and the brothers were still in their motel room, five hours away. Sam wanted to make sure they got there with plenty of time to spare; he wanted a good seat to watch his sister receive her diploma.

Sam shifted behind his computer, glancing at Dean reading a book at the other end of the table, “Hey, we should get going soon. We don’t want to risk being held up.”

Dean barely looked up from his book, but sent a confused look to his brother, “What?”

“We need to hit the road if we’re going to make it in time for Y/N’s graduation.”

Dean put his book down, looking at Sam befuddled, “We can’t just go. We’re in the middle of a case.”

“Dean, we told Y/N we would be there. We can’t just not show up. She’s graduating high school, I know that doesn’t mean much to you, but for other people it’s a big deal.”

Dean sighed, “Sam, people are dying here, we can’t just leave. In three days five people have died, if we leave now even more will too. Y/N knows that our job is important, she’d be pissed if we left the hunt and more people got hurt.”

Sam was shocked, he couldn’t believe Dean was suggesting they bail on Y/N’s graduation, “We could get someone else to work the case or come back tomorrow. Realistically we should have thought of this before, but either way we promised we’d be there. I know you never graduated high school, but I did and it’s a big deal. This is an important day in our little sister’s life.”

“I know we said we’d be there, but like I said before, it’ll be fine with her. Remember her 16th birthday? We were going to skip out on that wendigo hunt so we could go to her party, but she told us to finish the hunt.”

Sam raised his eyebrow at his brother, “Yeah Dean, but to make up for it you had to let her drive the impala around for an hour.”

Dean smirked, “But she didn’t crash it. Her first time driving and she handled Baby better than you do. Point is, we made it up to her, just like we will for missing this.”

Sam bite his lip nervously, Dean had a point. She had been understanding in the past when hunting conflicted with previously made plans. Graduation was a big deal, but this monster did already have a high body count. Sam pulled his computer closer, “Fine, but let’s hurry up and finish this case so we can get to Y/N!”

The impala slowed to a stop in front of a two-story suburban house. It was the afternoon following Y/N’s graduated and the boys had finally ganked the monster. The brothers headed up the front walk, and Dean ringed the doorbell, stepping back as they waited for the door to open. Finally, the door opened to reveal an unamused Y/M/N standing on the other side.

“Hey,” Dean cheerily and obliviously greeted. Y/M/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hey? Really Dean?” She stepped back to reluctantly let them into the house. Sam gave her a weak smile as he passed her. Hopefully Y/N would be happier to see them. “Y/N’s upstairs, but I’ll let her know you’re here.”

The boys headed into the family room to wait for their little sister, while Y/M/N disappeared upstairs. Sam sat down on the couch and Dean examined the new pictures added to the mantel recently. It was quite a while before they heard someone coming back down the stairs.
The brothers turned excitedly to see their sister entering the room.

“Hey,” Dean said excitedly going over to give his sister a big hug, but was caught off guard when she didn’t hug him back. Dean stepped back, worried about the lackluster greeting he’d received. He looked over at Sam who just shrugged at him.

Y/N looked horrible. Her eyes were red and puffy, like she’d spent hours crying. Her hair was unbrushed and she was still in her pajamas.  

“You okay?” Sam said, moving closer to his little sister.

Y/N shifted, clearly upset and unhappy. Dean smiled and nudged her arm, “Smile, you just finished high school. You’re free.”

Sam, quickly jumped in, “We’re so proud of you for that. We’re sorry we didn’t make it here in time, but we were working a case and it turned out to be more complicated than we originally thought.”

“Yeah, we wanted to be here, but you know, saving people, hunting things, all that good stuff.”

Y/N finally spoke for the first time, “And you couldn’t have gotten someone else to handle it? You said you were going to make it,” Her voice rose and got more hysterical as she continued. “You promised you’d be there last night. What, some monster was more important than me?”

The boys shared uneasy looks, Dean was sure she was going to handle it better than this, “Kiddo, we didn’t think it was that big of a deal, we’ve missed stuff before. Hell, you’ve encouraged us to go hunt instead. Remember your 16th birthday?”

“Yeah, it was my birthday, I’ll have others. Besides I just wanted to drive around in dad’s car with you guys and feel like a family. This was my high school graduation and I’ll never have another. I wanted- I needed you guys there and you weren’t there for me, again.”

Sam frowned and tried to step towards his sister, but she just backed up, “We’re really sorry and we are so proud of you for graduating. We really didn’t think you’d care this much if we were there or not.”

Y/N looked at him like he was crazy, “This is one of the biggest days of my life Sam, why would I not want you there? You’re my big brothers, my heroes. I look up to and admire you. Of course I wanted you there. I asked you to be there, didn’t I? And you both promised you would be, but I should have known it was too good to be true, because you almost always let me down. Do you even care about me at all?”

The brothers recoiled back, hurt that she could even think that. Sam bent down closer to her level, “Of course we care about you, we love you to death. You’re our little sister.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” she snapped. Y/N turned and ran back upstairs. Sam and Dean went to follow her, but Y/M/N stepped in their way.

“I think it’s time you boys go.”

“Come on,” Dean angrily gestured up the stairs. “Don’t kick us out we need to go fix this.”

“I think you’ve done more than enough for one day,” Y/M/N ushered them outside, shutting the door sharply behind them.

Sam sighed and turned dejectedly towards his brother, “So much for she won’t mind. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know Sammy. I don’t know.”


tags: @27bmm  @winchesters-favorite-girl  @exploratiionist  @fabulouslycassie @iamflanneltrash  @jesstherebel  @winchesters-favorite-girl  @mogaruke  @percussiongirl2017  @captainemwinchester  @rosie-winchester  @katflintstone12  @generalgoldfishldrm  @sassyspn67

I Think I Wanna Marry You...(Part 5)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Time is running out as Y/N and Dean try and maneuver their way around this new conflict whilst keeping their cover…Easy, right?

Warnings: Swearing, mild angst; Castiel is clueless

Word count: 5k (yikes)

Part 1, 

Part 2 Part 3 ,Part 4

A/N:  Way overdue, but here it is! surprise surprise: our favorite angel finally makes an appearance.

PS. Big shoutout to all my Boston-born pals. No hate, this is all purely for fictional purposes and I’m sure you guys and your town rule!

Tagging:
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@mayainneverland

@hannahhyese
@nakedshowerdean

@haileyboo1210
@fallengrimes

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Dean’s footsteps are thunderous thuds as he stalks down the hallway, fists bawled and jaw clenched. He makes a turn for the right, heads to the elevator that takes him to the ground floor and makes his way out onto the terrace where the party is going.


His eyes scan the perimeter in search of Sam; he’d left him in the company of Emma and Y/N’s cousin Brendon, talking about politics and nerd-things (Dean’s conclusion: yawn). Turning to the right, he spots Marilyn and Y/N’s father. The noise around him swarms his mind, clouding it, only catalyzing the agitation stewing in him. Dean scowls and then heads to an empty table by a dropping willow tree.


His footsteps crunch against the grass as he moves to take seat, and finally resting his head in his hands. He lets his eyes shut. Exhales. Sighs.

Y/N.


How did he get here? All he can is being sent up to get her, taking her things along with him, and then in the blink of an eyes, here he is. A labored breath leaves Dean and he sits up, leaning back in his seat. Instead, he decides, he might as well allows himself to observe the crowd for now. To recollect. Lamenting on this entire situation is out of the question—if he gives it too much attention, things could get wild in his head. Could swell larger than they need to be, and so he allows his gaze to skim the crowd, when he catches the eye of a familiar face glaring at him.


And then the elder Winchester’s jaw tenses.


Rick.


Rick standing in the centre of the crowd, mingling with the guests; Rick, despite the conversation he’s engulfed in, staring him down like a hawk.


Rick coming towards him.


Mind hazy, Dean has to do a double take, squinting to make sure he’s right. And apparently he is—the dark-haired man is sauntering across the garden, a beer in hand, sporting a composed smile.


Dean waits anxiously before he approaches, halting a few feet from the table. He raises his bottle. “Pleasant evening, isn’t it? It’s a surprise to see someone spending it alone.”


“Maybe that’s what makes it so ‘pleasant’” He sneers the word as though it’s venomous, like the mere syllables cause his tongue to burn. “…because I’m alone.”


“Not gonna lie: that’s sad.”


Dean shrugs. He doesn’t know why, but apparently Rick stupidly takes this as an acquiesce for him to join him, because he then drags a seat out from the table and sits himself down opposite the elder Winchester.


Rick’s smile softens. “Dean, right?”


“Winchester.”


“Yeah, Y/N’s boyfriend.” Rick nods in understanding as he offers his hand. “We met—rick.”


“I know.”


An awkward silence befalls as Rick’s expression falters, and he shyly tucks his hand back at his side, clearing his throat. “Right.” He mumbles. “So—how are you liking everything in Boston? Y/N told me you’ve never really been well acquainted with these parts. She said you’ve only been here—once, twice?”


Dean nods. He’s not really in the mood for company; and doesn’t want them to, but for odd reason the words end up leaving him anyway.  “Twice. Business trip that lasted three days and then we were outta here.”


“Never thought of coming back.” Rick asks with a quirked brow, and the elder Winchester shakes his head. “What about Y/N? No interest in seeing where she came from?”


“Why do you care?”


“I…don’t. I’m…just..making conversation.”


“Well then maybe you should stop.”


Rick’s brows shoot up in surprise.


Dean is steady and as stoic as a soldier, his expression giving away no sign of emotion. Green eyes are dead set on the hazel ones across the table, and in the air thick with a newfound tension dangles another silence


After a moment, Rick clears his throat. “So, uhm, Dean,” He continues, trying to sidestep the awkwardness. “Y/N said that you two are partners. You work together in the squad?”


“Yup.” This is getting beyond mind-numbingly boring; Dean really doesn’t like this guy. Like, really doesn’t like him. And he knows it’s untheical, and he knows he’s being petty (likes that’s new), but he doesn’t care enough to do anything about it because just because he’s somebody else for these two weeks doesn’t mean he needs to abandon his actual traits.


”That would explain how we’re partners.” He rolls his eyes, averting his gaze to the far left when all fo a sudden he notices a movement.


Then the elder Winchester’s senses heighten; drowning all peripheral sounds out, he focuses on the shift, the patter of feet, a shadow cast upon the damp ground. A large male figure. Getting closer. Closer.


“Right, I forgot.” Rick laughs casually, throwing back some beer. Wiping the corner of his mouth with his cuff, he then returns his focus to Dean who tries to look less like a hunter. “So you’re a cadet, too?”


“Uhm….” His eyes skitter. Th strange ris getting closer, his walk rigid. “Yeah…Cadet. I’ve been on the force for almost four years now.”


“That’s a lot.”


“Mhm.”


“Dean.”


When he turns his head, much to his relief, it’s Sam. The younger Winchester walks up to the table, looks down at Dean, his long brown hair swooping around his face like a curtain.


“You alright?”


Befuddled momentarily, Dean nods.“Yeah…”


Sam eyes him dubiously, then looks at Rick. He smiles at the younger Winchester. Turning back to his brother, Sam announces, “Cas is here.”


“What?”


“He just arrived. He’s, uhm, waiting in the lobby. Says he wants to talk to you there.”


“Oh..right….” Cluelessly, the elder Winchester then casts Rick a cursory look. He inhales and stands. “Gotta go, buddy. Talk later.”


“Oh, uh—“And then they leave.


The dark-haired man, befuddled, says something, watching as the pair begin to move, but Dean is already so out of earshot that he doesn’t bother. He follows Sam through the crowd and out of the garden, into the garish lighting of the lobby.


Sat at one of the black leather couches, Cas looks around the room a few times, shifty-eyed, until his gaze rests on the elder Winchester and his panic dissolves. He pushes himself up, eyes focused on Dean.


“There you are.”


“Cas, where have you been? I left you like six voicemails.”


“I’ve been busy. Heaven’s duties, tracking Crowley, i…”The angel exhales, averting his gaze. “I’m sorry. I would have gotten here sooner.” He explains, then turns to Sam. “Where’s Y/N?”


“What are you wearing?” Dean’s eyes slide over his friend’s attire: brown khakis, a salmon button up with an orange spotted tie, and sandals. Morbid. Unethical. If Dean had a blow-torch with him, he’d set it on max and go to town.


Horrified eyes lift to Cas’ apologetic face. “Sam told me to dress casual.” He explains.


“Yeah, casual, not train wreck.”


“That’s not very nice.”


“I could say the same about that tie—or the whole ensemble.” With a slight repulsed face, Dean dismisses it with a shake of the head and wave of a hand. They’re on a tight schedule.


“Come on, I think I have something you can wear. People are starting to stare.” He then ushers Cas along with him up to their bedroom, until the realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning. The elder Winchester, cursing internally, then turns to Sam.


“You have to go in there.”


“What?”


“I can’t. Y/N and I, we…” He sighs and averts his gaze, desperate to sequester his embarrassment from the public eye. “We got into a fight. She wanted to me to leave, I can’t go back in there.”


“A fight about what?”


“Does it matter?” Dean snaps, and Sam’s eyes lift in surprise at his tone. “She doesn’t want me in the room. You’re going to have to get Cas’ clothes. We’ll be downstairs.”


“I could go get them.”Castiel offers.


The elder hunter shakes his head. The music from downstairs is floating all the way up here, drowning his focus. “Not looking like that. Y/N’s sad as it is, that whole outfit will just bring her down.”


“What did you do?” Sam asks.


“Dean…”


The two speak simultaneously, Cas’ tone admonishing and Sam sounding like he’s tired of this story before he’s even heard it and Dean doesn’t have time for this. Instead of staying here to explain himself, with an indignant huff he pivots and stalks back down the hall, before suddenly bumping into someone.


He feels the smack right in his chest and winces at the contact, stepping aside as something clatters to the floor. The other person curses, and before he can even open his eyes Dean knows who it is.


“What are you doing here?”


“What does it look like?”


Y/N bends to pick up the sheets of paper on the floor. Meanwhile, Sam and Cas hurry over, they’re expressions unreadable once his gaze meet with hers.


Clutching the papers to her chest, Y/N’s face breaks out into a surprised, slightly confused smile.


“Cas…You made it!”


The angel can’t help it; his expression cracks, too, as he goes in for a brief hug. “Of course I did.” He says. The moment is cut short by Dean scoffing.


“Yeah, wait a few days and she’ll get tired fo you.” He remarks.


“You have a bone to pick, Winchester?”


Dean shrugs and looks away, pouting like a child. “Maybe…”


“Okay, okay, that’s enough.” Sam intervenes, because Y/N looks like she’s about to knock a man’s teeth out. He looks to her and his brother, arm still keeping her a safe distance from the elder Winchester. “Man, you two are acting like kids.”


“How else do you want me to act, Sam?! Y/N’s being ridiculous about this whole thing..”


“Excuse you…”


“Oh, so I’m supposed to sleep out in the hall now just because I said something that hurt your feelings?”


Y/N bites her lip to keep from spitting venom, her arms like tentacles wrapped tightly around the papers as she glares bitterly. Dean, with his eyes wild and jaw clenched once more, challenges her gaze, but it only takes a minute before he realizes something: she’s changed out of her old clothes, now sporting one of her dresses from back home reserved for the dinners.


The elder Winchester’s expression softens as his eyes slide over her frame. They rest on her face pink with anger. “You changed.”


“No shit.” Y/N spits, brow still creased, steam still puffing from her ears. Her nails at this point are digging into the papers. “I was just downstairs. I thought about what you said and realized that if I didn’t show, then they’d suspect something was up. I couldn’t risk blowing our cover.”


“Why didn’t you tell me?”


“You think I didn’t try to? It’s not my fault you were off somewhere being an ass.”


“Hey, stop it.” Sam chastises as he shoots Y/N a glare. She glances at him and then the floor, abashed.


“Well,” Cas begins, speaking up for the first time in eons. “…none of that matters now. At least Y/N managed to keep your cover. For tonight.” He glances between the two of them, emphasizing his words. “But from now on you two can’t go around acting like you’re anything less than partners. It could put this entire mission at risk.”


“Mission…”Dean scoffs. “…this is all just a big joke. I have no idea why even agreed.”


“Neither do I, jackass. I should have asked Sam.” Y/N, tears brimming in her eyes, shakes her head then shoves the papers into Sam’s chest.


“Here’s the new agenda. There’s been a change of plans. The binder says it all.” She says, before squeezing through the wall of the three men and rushing to her room, Dean’s eyes following her.


When she slams the door, the walls tremble.


                                                         ~*~*~*~

The next day is a disaster. Between runs for cake samples, trips to the florists and fittings, Y/N is forced into the presence of Dean and company—Sam and Cas, trying their best to keep the two from fighting in front of the family. On the brightside, so far so good. They’ve barely uttered any profanities to the other. They’ve barely spoken overall. A few words here and there, the occasional peck on the cheek (barf) for the sake of reputation, but other than that they haven’t spoken.


Mainly because Y/N doesn’t want to. Because after the previous night, she wants nothing more than to avoid Dean at all costs, and it’s been hard. Impossible, almost. Without the other in sight, one of them is always hounded by the family, which makes staying mad at her sweetheart more tedious than needed.


It’s Thursday morning when they’re out on the two running some more errands. Being forced to hold hands with him as they stroll down the boulevard makes her skin seethe like a vampire in the sun. She’s angry—how can she not be?


“Easy there, anaconda. Your holding my hand not your prey.”


“Bite me.” She sneers as she slips her hand from his, jiggling it to dissolve the feeling of his calloused hands.


At one point she would have done the opposite; she’d relish the feeling of Dean’s palm against hers, crave it. There were instances where the only reasons they’d be holding hands was because Y/N wanted them to, and now all of that had vanished as fast as it came.


They pass an open bakery, an Indian restaurant perfumed by the scent of curry and then make a left. Because of the wedding being moved closer, all the planning has been catalyzed. This means that there’s a ton of activities Y/N and her folks had planned to carry out within the following days that they have to get accomplished by Saturday, and so to make things move a lot faster, they’ve been separated into groups. Bridal party A: Y/N, Castiel and the Winchesters and Bridal B which includes her mom, S/P/N, Emma and Aunt Steph. Brendon and the guys, she’s been told, are handling things back at the hotel. Seating arrangements, catering.


Their assignment? Getting the ring.


The store is a quaint white structure sandwiched between an antique parlor and restaurant, bouquets of a vast variety lining the entire wall, a colorful welcome as they scuttle in. Y/N keeps her hands in her pockets, walking a safe distance away from Dean. He probably thinks she hasn’t noticed, but he’s not very discreet when he keeps sneaking glances her way.


But she ignores him.


Cas and Dean move to the front desk to speak to the employee smiling welcomingly at them while Y/N remains with Sam by the exit.


He looks over to her. With her arms crossed over her chest, she’s looking at some earrings in the display case.


“So you’re not gonna forgive him, huh?” He prompts. She shrugs. A ring with a diamond the size of a nugget glints in the daylight and she rounds the display to take a closer look.


“Nope.” Is her simple reply.


“Come on, Y/N…” Sam almost pleads. “You know that this is all gonna blow over. It always does. The two of you can never actually stay mad at each other.”


“Watch me then. He’s gonna stew this time.”


“But not forever, right?”


She looks up and he’s at her side. There’s a small, polite and almost knowing smile on his face. One she’s seen before. One she hates to see because of the truth it holds, the gospel behind it. Y/N sighs then looks away…and that’s good enough of an answer for Sam. His simper then grows into a teasing smirk and he leaves to go see what Cas and his brother are up to.


Watching him go, the young girl bites her lip, her mind gripped by the reality the younger Winchester just showed her. He’s right. It’s inevitable—she’s going to forgive Dean. No matter how much she denies it, she always does, so what’s the point of just postponing it all?


Getting it done now would be much easier, she reasons as she moves to the earrings display. So what if Dean’s ego is pampered by her surrender? So what if she has to be the one to cave—it’s not like anyone is keeping score? They’re not. They’re not petty like that…


But still.


Y/n feels reluctance tug at the strings of her heart.  When they’re done the trio walks up to her and tells her it’s time to leave. Apparently there’s been a bit of a delay.


“The ring will be ready by Saturday.” Castiel offers. “We pick it up first thing in the morning.”


“Looking at some rocks, huh, Y/N? Don’t get your hopes up.” Dean says as he takes a look. His eyes survive the vast variety, skittering from jewel to jewel. “I’m not making buying you stuff from every store we go to a habit. The scarf was just for show.”


“I didn’t—“ Y/N begins, defenses on already, but quickly stops herself.


Eyes narrowed, she clamps her lips shut and stares. He fingers a diamond pendant on the shelf. With a shake of her head, she tries to ignore his remarks, and sidesteps him, moving as fast as she can to get out of the door.


As if the day wasn’t odd enough, it’s Sam who drives them back to the hotel.


Y/N, with her back terse and nails digging into the leather seats, now knows why Dean never lets his little brother.


Because, boy, is he rocky. She doesn’t know if it’s like this all the time, but the car feels like a cruising deathtrap. They race down the road at an unholy speed. Much to her surprise, Dean says nothing. He’s quiet. Dead silent, entranced instead by the scenery zipping by in a flash.


“Damn, Sammy, cool it.”


“Oh, sorry, Y/N.”


“Don’t like it fast, huh?” Dean speaks for the first time since they got in.


Turning her attention to him, she shoots him a glare. He doesn’t notice it, though. Too busy staring out the window. Engulfed by his own thoughts. Apparently not enough to miss the chance to poke fun at her.


“Relax, Y/N…” the elder hunter continues, finally turning around to look her in the eye. Expression bored, his lips quirk up in a dead smirk. “…he’s just trying to get you there quickly. You don’t like that either?”


“Dean…”


“Hm…Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t pick Sam to be your squeeze for the wedding. Otherwise things in the bedroom would be real awkward, am’irite?”


“Dean!” Sam admonishes.


Y/N fights the blush flooding her face. With a glad grin, the elder Winchester glances at his brother then back at her. The satisfaction is written out in the way his lips twitch, the smugness of his expression that she chooses to ignore because if she doesn’t, then things might get ugly…


“Can you stop acting like a child?”


“Why don’t you make me?”


“Is this some type of flirtation?” Cas’ voice cuts through the noise, dripping with cluelessness and earnest curiosity. Dean laughs. So does Sam. Y/N, she only rolls her eyes and turns to the window.


“I just don’t see why we’re in a rush. I mean, we still have like—“ she glances back at the car-clock, “—two and a half hours till they need us back at the hotel. Almost three.”


“So…what? You guys wanna go do something?”


“What’s there to do, Sam? It’s Boston.”


“We could go to the museum…? I hear their exhibitions are immensely meticulous and well done. It shouldn’t take us less than—“


“No one really wants to go to the museum, Cas, but we appreciate the participation.” Clapping him on the shoulder, Dean shakes his head. His eyes shoot to her. “Y/N: where to, since you are the local?”


“What?”


“Well, you did leave here your entire childhood.” Sam reasons, shooting her a glance in the rearview mirror. “You’ve gotta know some place that’s…I don’t know—fun?”


“Fun? In Boston?” She scoffs. “Please.”


“What about a movie?”


“For three hours?”


“Oh, right…uhm….” They all think in silence, and Y/N lets them.


The truth is this: she does know a fun place. She knows a ton. It’s freaking Boston. She knows the woods just out of town she’d sneak off to with her friends after school and she knows some of the best burger joints you can find. She’s got eyes all over this damn town, in all the cracks and crannies that you can find, but getting her to confess is nothing but a far-fetched plan, she thinks—until the boredom starts to weigh in on her too.


Biting her lips, she reluctantly begins. “I think i have an idea…”


The chatter then quiets as all eyes flit to her constricted face telling just how badly she doesn’t want to say it. Y/N gulps. It’s only one option on the (long) list of many…


                                                  ~*~*~*~

The sky is clear by the time they get there.


A vast stretch of blue across the town, a few tufts of white clouds here and there. It’s not going to rain, apparently. Not with the air clear and warm and dancing against the apples of Y/N’s cheeks.


She stops walking for a moment, staring at the cluster before her. Trees upon trees. Thick, evergreen, covering a radius of roughly ten miles, and before it the playground where they stand. Sand. A slide with chipped blue paint and abandoned swings. Usually this place is full but taken the fact that it’s a Thursday leaves it marooned, the only presences being those of adults and teenage couples roaming around in the park.


Whipping to face them, Y/N flashes the boys a tight smile. “This is it.”


“A park?” Dean’s voice, although surprised, holds no offensive tone. He squints at the light as he takes a look around, eyes resting on the little gates of the entrance. “This is what you call fun?”


“Extremely. Look,” She walks over and taps the slide’s chipped paint. “…it even has a playground just for kiddies like you.”

“I’ll join you on the slide, Dean.” Cas supplements with a smile and Y/N chuckles.


The gates let out an aged squeak as they push through. The boulevard is a wide stretch of cobble with parks on the sides with people playing instruments, a guy in rollerblades doing tricks. She remembers coming here all the time, being one of these personalities strumming her ukulele for some extra doe


“Check it out.” Smiling, Sam points to a girl doing a full back-bend and a man laying eggs on her extended torso. They all smile and make their way over. Apparently, she’s an acrobat putting her skills to sue for the same reason Y/N did, and so they leave her with a couple of dollars and a coupon to Denny’s before moving on.


They move from person to person to food-kart when Dean’s stomach starts to rumble.


“I feel like chili-dogs.”


“When do you not feel like chili dogs, Winchester?” Y/N smiles as she hands the vender the money. “You always feel like chili dogs.”


“Is there any other genuine feeling?”


“Apparently not.” She mumbles. A few feet away Sam and Cas are buying cotton candy, when the younger Winchester turns around.


He jerks a thumb back, raising his voice. “Do you guys want some?”


“No, we’re good.” Y/N shouts back, and he gives them a thumbs up before turning back to the guy holding two fluffy blue blobs. They’re handed two large sandwiches, then wander further down the path until they’re in the opening near the pond. There are trees everywhere and a few people dotted across the grass, the pond glistening in the sunlight, and Dean’s about to sit when Y/N stops him.


“Not here.” She says.


The elder Winchester, already halfway into his seat, furrows his brow. “What?”


She only waves for him to follow and continues.


He does.


It takes them roughly eight minutes to get to an isolated spot further into the park and Y/N is smiling proudly. A large oak sprouts from the ground and they settle down beneath it.


“Ugh, if S/P/N could see me now she’d scold me sore.” She says, un-tucking the napkins around her sandwich as they sit. “This is a total no-no for someone trying to stay fit for a wedding.”


“It’s not like you’re the bride, anyway. What’s that saying, again? Always the bridesmaid never the bride?”


“Really, Dean?”


He shrugs then takes big bite out of his sandwich Some marinara dribbles down his mouth and onto his chin. These ends of the park, for all the years she’s known them, are never fully. They never have anyone but Y/N and whatever company she strings along with her, and because of this the quiet that settles between them is deafening, encompassing.


She stares out at the pond glimmering like mercury, the ducks waddling over it in tiny clusters. A fond smile creeps onto her face. She remembers. Everything. She remembers hot summers spent dipping her legs in the water and cut-off shorts that bleached from the sun. She remembers ice-cream trickling down her wrist; laughs with friends and furtive I love you’s hidden somewhere in the intimacy of this place. She remembers, because she can’t win the fight not to.


“I used to come here a ton when I was a kid.”  She says, breaking the silence.

Dean turns to her. His expression is simple, mouth still dressed with marinara sauce and brow furrowed with a newfound interest.. “Really?”


She nods “S/P/N used to bring me.. When we were like ten, she’d tell my mum we were going to the library and we’d come here instead, sneak off to this little sequestered zone to…” She shrugs. “…skip stones, listen to music. I used to feel like the coolest kid on the block just ‘cause I was hanging out with teenagers. But…when I got older we sorta stopped. She went off to college, so I inherited the safe zone. Used to sneak off here after school with my friends.


“You had friends? Wow…” Eyes wide and lips quirked subtly, his tone is evidently teasing. Y/N laughs softly. Genuinely. There’s still a hint of earnest that tells her he’s a bit surprised, but she understands; despite having lived with the boys for so long, there’s not much they know about her life before hunting.


“Yup.” She answers. “A whole pack. They were nice, too—really nice, and we had a lot of fun before I left. Here, there, all over city, the state even. But, after that, things kinda…fizzled out.” A hint of melancholy seeps into her tone as she averts her gaze to the ground, quieting for a moment. She can feel Dean’s eyes on her, prying, interested in hearing what it is she has to say. The tension between evaporates. They’re no longer foes on this park bench, not with the newfound intimacy that seems to envelope them.


It’s hard re-opening this wound right in front of someone, in front of Dean. He knows her— for all the years they’ve been partners, for all the wholeness of her herself she has given him he knows her, but telling all this comes harder than she thought it would. There’s a knot in her chest refusing to untangle, that doesn’t want her to spill all this now, but it’s about time… Sighing, she swallows and turns to him. She blinks, expression saddened.


“You know why I hate this place so much? Massachusetts, Boston?” She asks.


Dean shakes his head.


“Because I had a life here. A good life. And I left a lot behind when I left to hunt.”


“Y/N…”


She can feel the tears stinging her eyes and tries to blink them away. They won’t budge. Instead they spill over, trickling down the curve of her cheek. She doesn’t want to remember having it all, because it means recalling leaving it behind. And it hurts—God, does it hurt.


Biting her lip, she sniffles and another tear trickles down her cheek. “I hate this stupid town,…” She says Carefully. Quietly. Her voice is hoarse and is at the precipice of cracking.


“Come on, Y/N…”


“I can’t wait to leave.”


And that’s all it takes.


And she’s in his arms, head rested on his chest, face pink and wet and fingers knotted together because she can’t breathe. Her chest stutters, falling as fast as it rises. Dean, smoothing his hand over her arm, tells her to breathe, to relax.


“I can’t, Dean…” Tears trickle down her cheeks as she shakes her head. “God, I can’t wait for this wedding to be over. To get out of this place.”


“Y/N, listen to me.” He coos, somehow managing to pacify her, because she actually does. Sniffling, she tips her head back and their eyes meet. Green on y/e/c. His eyes swim with a sadness, an anguish she can’t bring herself to understand.


Gulping thickly, the elder Winchester gathers his thoughts. His courage. Watching this is more painful than imagined; just because they fought, it doesn’t mean Dean doesn’t still care for Y/N. It doesn’t mean that watching her cry doesn’t make his heart splinter, or that hearing her quiet sobs is any less painful than taking a bullet to the shoulder.


He never makes her cry. Ever. Tries not to, but apparently fails because here she is, stifling a sob.


“You had a good life here, maybe even great, but leaving to embark on something new doesn’t mean leaving that good behind—it means taking it along with you.” His eyes bore into hers. “And that’s what you did. You took a whole lot’a good from this crappy town and brought it into our lives. You changed them. And it may sound selfish, but you leaving your old life behind was the best thing that could have happened to mine.”


Y/N manages a small, sad smile. A coarse chuckle escapes her. “Softie.”


“Hey…” he admonishes but it’s only semi-genuine before a smile breaks through; his eyes crinkle, pink lips pulled back and there it is again. That glimmer.


That spark that ignites the warmth in her chest…


She looks at Dean like she’s looking at him for the first time in years—takes in the wrinkles and creases engraved into his skin, the blots freckles across his nose, the little bit of gold that glints in the green rim of his eyes and she feels her spirit soar.


“You’re right.” Averting her gaze, her words are q bit mumbled. The elder-hunter’s eyebrows quirk.


“Am I?”


Y/N nods. Stuttering a breath, she casts her eyes to meet his.“I’m sorry I was being so difficult.”


“We both were. Some more than others, but…” She rolls her eyes at his words, punching him in the shoulder softly. He only laughs.


Dean offers a small smile. “It’s fine.”


“No, it’s not.” It’s going to take some time for the guilt to dissolve, but an apology is one step closer to that achievement. Inhaling deeply, Y/n shakes her head slowly. “And I’m sorry for saying I would have rather brought Sam with me. You’re doing a great job keeping up with my family and my crazy ass. I never should have said that.”


“It’s okay..”


“Could you stop it? it obviously isn’t. i know that. I’m sorry, Dean. I….”The sentence melts away somewhere in her throat as she feels her chest shake. Her eyes water. Glancing away, the words are barely a whisper…


“…I care about you.” Y/N admits.


Stilling, he takes a moment processing. Then, lips quirking into a subtle, knowing smile, he offers her his hand. “Truce?”


She glimpses down at it. Rough and calloused. Dean’s. An unspoken contract. She can’t help but think back to their first day, in the car. An unspoken promise between the two of them, and within a second all the hate has vanquished. All the bitterness and resentment and the arguments and the tears, and all that’s left is that glimmer in her chest.


Grabbing it firmly, she nods. “Truce.”

                                                 ~ *~*~*~*~

Part 6

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The angst is over! I know I said that the update was due last week, but my break just finished and I only got the time to post today. Nonetheless, I hope you liked what you saw.

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Karma’s A Bitch, And I’m The Biggest Bitch Around

Originally posted by admiringjensen

Characters: Y/n, Sam Wesson, Dean Smith, OC James

Pairing: Sam x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Fluff, past cheating, present cheating, angst, smut, unprotected sex, somewhat breeding kink, biting kink, revenge, bitchy reader, destroying peoples marriages and careers, happiness for the reader at the end

Word count: 2628

Summary: Being called back to film NotNatural gives you a chance to get back at Sam for breaking your heart.

A/N: Ok, so, I never usually do cheating. But this idea just refused to go away…I don’t know why, but it happened. Also, this is an AU where it’s basically real life, but instead of Jared/Jensen and whatnot, it’s Sam/Dean as the actors. And instead of Supernatural, it’s NotNatural…I don’t know, that’s how it happened. Hope u like it!!

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“So, can you come back?”

You groaned, chastising yourself for not knowing that this would’ve been why he wanted to meet.

“I don’t know, James”.

“Oh, come on, y/n. It’s the 200th episode. We want basically all the cast back with us”.

“I know that. It’s just…it’s gonna be uncomfortable for all of us”.

He looked around the bustling café, leaning in closer to you.

“Cos of the breakup? No one even knows about that, apart from me and Dean. Besides, I thought it was an amicable one? That’s what Sam said”.

You scoffed, leaning back into your chair and shaking your head.

Of course that’d be the story he went with.

Keep up his saintly image, so his fans wouldn’t realize the truth about the man they idolized.

God, you hated the asshole so much. You wondered how you ever fell for him in the first place.

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A Wing-man

Title: A Wing-man

Summary: Sam feels the need to help Captain get a date with the reader.

Words: 1600

Pairing: Captain America x Reader

Warning: Fluff

Originally posted by capsteverogers-things

Every weekend morning you strolled down the city streets to the national mall or the botanical gardens and read. You had this whole thing about pulling yourself out of your work and putting yourself into different universes. These days today could be draining, complicated, and sad. It was nice to transport to a new place. You found a spot by the reflecting pool on the grass, placing out a blanket, your cup of coffee, and lunch box full of snacks.

You tried not to pay much attention to the ton of people running around the reflection pool or the meetings walking by. It was about the book and the places that book took you. An hour and a half into Winnie the Pooh by A. A. Milne, a guy collapsed in the grass in front of you. He was breathing heavily and very sweaty, you look at him, “Do you need some water,” you ask.

He looked towards you, shaking his head, “No, nope, just needed to take a breather. Don’t let me bother you,” he breathed out. You eyed him up not believing him. He was wearing an air force shirt, athletic build, and it seemed he could have quite the personality. It was just a feeling you had about him.

“Here,” you leaned over and handed him a water bottle, “Just hydrate, I really wouldn’t like to have to resuscitate you.”

He reached over and grabbed it, “I’m Sam.”

“Y/N,” you reached over and shook his hand.

“Thanks for this,” he drank some of the bottle, “Is that a protein bar,” he pointed on your blanket.

You chuckled, “Yeah,” he did this little pout thing, pretending to cough some more, “Would you like it?”

“If you don’t mind,” he grinned reaching for it, “I’m just so dizzy,” he put a hand on his head to illustrate he felt faint.

“I’m sorry, should I be calling someone to come get you,” I ask, putting my book down completely.

He shook his head, “Nah, I just need a minute or two,” he said opening the protein bar and taking a bite, “So Y/N-.”

“Wilson, you alright,” you looked up to meet the beautiful blue eyes of another man, “I got worried when I didn’t lap you back there,” he was looking down at Sam. You recognized this new man instantly, this was the emphasis Captain America. You noticed him once or twice around the area running or the news. I guess he was the closest celebrity you have ever been near, but you were kind of shy and didn’t like to meddle in other people’s lives.

Pointing his protein bar at Captain, “I just needed some air and this lovely stranger offered me substance and libations.”

“Offered,” Captain mocked his friend, “I’m sorry ma’am, Sam here struggles with social skills. I apologize.”

Shaking your head, returning comfortably to your blanket with your book, “I didn’t mind. I was just glad he was okay. I’m not known for my medical skills and I don’t have a phone on me.”

“How exactly were you going to help me call someone if I said yes to your offer,” Sam shot back, looking mockingly offended.

“I had a plan,” I shot back at him, “It involved running and/or screaming.”

Sam laughed at my response, “Well Y/N, it was real. Thanks for the extra fuel,” he started to get up, “Now Cap,” he looked at Captain America himself, “Give me a head start, stay here for a bit.”

“I don’t think that is necessary,” he said to his running mate, “I’ll take it easy on you.”

Shaking his head again, “Nah man, you don’t want me to faint again. Just let me have a head start, old man,” Sam continued.

“You’re a real-,” Captain started to say.

“Thanks bud,” Sam run backwards onto the trail before spinning around, looking awfully spry again.

You watched the conversation between the two men in amazement. This definitely threw a wrench in your usual morning routine. He looked down at you, “Aa, I don’t mean to barge in on your picnic, but may I,” he asked to sit down with you, “If he wants a head start, I’ve got some time,” he shrugged.

“Yeah,” you looked down to your blanket, pushing all your stuff, including your book out of the way, “Here have a seat.”

“I truly am sorry about interrupting your morning routine. I’m Steve,” he sat down on your blanket and put his hand out to shake, which you instantly accepted.

“Y/N,” you answered, “And it’s fine. My morning routine need a little spice up, I guess.”

Captain nodded looking around, you took this time to look at him, I mean, really look. He was watching the area or looking up at the sky. He was breathing lightly, which was nothing like his friend. Though I imagine a super soldier is built for working out harder than this. His arms seemed to be unreal, you leaned forward to touch it, but before you could, “So today is Winnie the Pooh,” he turned to me suddenly gripping my book.

Letting go the moment, “Oh, yeah,” you said awkwardly, what has gotten into you, “It’s a classic.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. I was eight when this came out. My mom would read this to me,” he grinned at the book, “A classic,” he shook his head. You sat quietly, just listening in amazement, “Last week it was The Secret Garden and Ethan Frome,” he made direct eye contact with you grinning, “Not once since I’ve seen you, that you were reading something published in the last twenty years. You must really like old and classic things.” You didn’t know what to say, he was just so pretty, you never acted like this, “I’m sorry, you must think I am really odd. I’m not st-,” he muttered out after your silence.

“Please,” you whispered, “You are truly the last man I’m worried about stalking me. You’re Captain America, I know what people say about you.”

“Oh really,” he grinned putting your book down, “What do they say?”

You blushed, pulling back a stray hair, “That you have an exceptionally strong moral compass, kind, and incredible strong,” you sputtered out, “Oh and very patriotic.”

Who did you think you were, joking around and saying those things? You really needed to learn to keep a tight lip. His laughing drew you back to him, “Yeah, I believe they say that, but right now I’m just Steve Rodgers a man from the Brooklyn, New York.”

You nod, smiling a little, “If that is the case, maybe I should be worried about you noticing my reading habits,” you joked.

“Touché,” he laughed again, “It’s hard to miss a woman like yourself reading such familiar things from my time and not once looking at a phone or using any technology. It’s refreshing,” he grinned looking away from the runners and back at you.

You nod your head, “I’m a lawyer, so I’m always answering my phone or dealing with some new tragedy. And sometimes I think people now a days are so awful, that I come here and throw myself into a whole new universe and what is better than the true classics,” you got carried away again, becoming a chatty Cathy. He must think you’re so weird, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what has gotten into me. I’m not usually so talkative to strangers.”

“Again, refreshing,” he continued to look into your soul. Suddenly he looked at his watch, “I guess I’ve let Sam get enough of a head start. I’m sorry for taking up so much of your morning ma’am,” he began to stand.

“That’s alright Captain, you definitely made it more interesting. Take care of Sam, you might have to go a little easier on him,” you look up at him.

“Not a chance,” he grinned down at you, taking a few steps back, “And it’s Steve, please.”

You were overwhelmed by an impulse to ask Captain a question, “I’m sorry, Cap – Steve, but do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“No, ask away ma’am.”

“When you said a woman like myself, what did you mean,” you were concerned he meant weird or worse, though you’re sure Captain America wouldn’t say anything if that is what he meant when he said it.

He grinned, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, checking the running path before answering, “Beautiful ma’am – a woman like yourself I meant a beautiful.”

You sat back in shock, “Oh, oh alright. As long as you didn’t think I was weird.”

Sam whistled on past us again, Captain sent him a glare, “That’s my call,” he pointed at Sam.

“This was interesting, thank you,” you said to him again.

He looked down the path at Sam, “Hey, look – do you, could I buy you your coffee tomorrow? Maybe join you. I won’t bother you, we can sit in silence and read.”

Taken back, you blinked a few times. Captain looked a little discouraged by your hesitation, “Sure, I mean, that sounds fine,” he looked relieved, “One condition, you’ll have to tell me what it was like to be alive when my book was published.”

He chuckled, “Deal,” he smiled looking down, “See you in the morning Y/N.”

“Goodbye Steve,” you waved after him. Not in a million years would you have guessed that you’d get a date with the infamous Captain America.

Captain caught up quickly to Sam, “Did you get a date?”

“You think you’re so clever,” he said to Sam, “I could have done that on my own.”

“Nah man,” he said smiling at his friend, “You’ve been out of the game for far too long. You need yourself a wingman.” He burst into a blunt laugh, “Ha, get it wing man. Now that is a pun.”

“I’m going to sprint past you know.”

“Your welcome,” Sam screamed after him.

Kampos -- Part 4

Part 4 of A Thing I’m Writing For @reioka. No warnings on this one, just some plot stuff! Next chapter will be DARK I’m warning you guys right now. After next chapter I don’t reeeeally have anything planned so feel free to send me plot/chapter suggestions? 

Part One ~~ Part Two ~~ Part Three


A dark colored human whistled as he walked in. Steve was leading him, and looking slightly nervous. “You weren’t kidding, were you? What have you gotten yourself into?”

Tony looked up from where he was playing chess with Bruce Banner, staring at the new human curiously. He hadn’t seen anything but familiar humans since his first day. New humans or unknown humans hadn’t come near him. The dark colored human stared back, looking slightly unnerved, though Tony couldn’t figure out why.

“Tony,” Steve said with a small smile as he walked closer, “this is Sam.”

“Sam,” Tony repeated slowly, rolling the name around on his tongue. A strange name, very strange. Then again, Bruce Banner was also a very strange name, and so was Hill.

“I thought you said he was intelligent?” the human Sam muttered to Steve. Tony frowned.

“I resent that. You haven’t even spoken to me yet and you are calling me stupid.” Sam looked at him levelly, and he glared back.

“You’re right,” Sam finally said slowly, uncrossing his arms. “I’m sorry.”

“He’s a therapist and a field trained medical officer. None of the doctors here have ever seen a birth but he has, so he’s agreed to help with your labor.” Steve smiled again. Tony tilted his head.

“I should not need help with it, but that’s okay. The fry are not coming right now though.”

“We know,” Bruce Banner said with a soft laugh. “We just wanted you to meet him so you wouldn’t be freaked out.”

“Okay.” He continued to stare, looking at Sam. Sam stared back, apparently unphased. Tony nodded to himself. Natasha would have liked this human, so he was good. He turned back to the chess game.


It was nighttime when more new humans came. They were very quiet, whispering to one another; and it took Tony a moment to realize they were speaking ocean, and not human. He stared at the door as he heard them approach, both apprehensive and excited. Humans who could speak ocean! Who were these humans?

It was dark, but the dark had never bothered him. He raised up to the surface to get a better view, leaning on the glass edge of the tank excitedly. He saw the first human enter, more quietly following, all hissing to each other.

“Are you sure your knowledge is correct?” one whispered, and Tony lit up at the use of his native language.

“Yes I am sure! If I were not sure we would not have come here.”

Tony watched as they came closer, just a bit, enough for him to finally make out their details. He froze. So did they.

The clothes they wore were strange for humans. They were brightly colored and oddly fit. That wasn’t what gave Tony pause.

“Natasha,” he breathed out, almost a sob, slipping into his native language easily. “Natasha, Rhodey- Clint, Loki! Jarvis, oh God-” He could feel salt escaping his eyes. His herd, his herd was here. He was hallucinating his herd. He was hallucinating his herd as humans. Something had gone wrong with the pregnancy, hadn’t it? The fry were coming soon, he had begun to swell – something had gone wrong. Why else would he be hallucinating his dead family? Why else?

“Clingfish!” Clint responded excitedly, as Natasha breathed in relief “Mantee.” Tony shook his head. He started to wail, sobs escaping him.

The lights came on instantly, startling his herd. “Oh my God!” he heard Fury exclaim as other humans stormed into the room, unfamiliar humans in familiar clothes. They dressed like Bucky and Steve. Natasha and Loki rushed towards his tank as Clint grabbed Jarvis and Thor and Rhodey prepared to fight.

“What have they done to you?” Loki rumbled angrily. “What have they done to our Ant?”

“Mantee, we’ll get you out of here.” Natasha touched his face, glancing down. “You and the fry. I’ll keep you safe. Who is your mate?” Tony shook his head, hiccupping. He didn’t have a mate.

“You have legs.” Loki smiled tensely. It only took Tony a second to realize that the humans could see them too. The humans were going to hurt them. He wailed louder.

“Ant, Ant, we will be fine! We will get out of here,” Loki reassured him as Natasha pulled out two sharp spines, spinning with a snarl to stand by Thor and Rhodey.

“Lokes, we can’t move him,” Clint shouted, running over with Jarvis in his arms. “Look at him, he’s ready to bust. Clingfish can’t go anywhere until the fry come.” Loki cursed. It didn’t matter.

Tony was safe. Tony was home. His herd was here and they were standing in front of him, between him and the humans, and they promised they would protect him. They weren’t dead, shit, it was real and they were here. He tried to stifle his sobs as he reached for Jarvis, pulling him into his arms and soaking the boy’s clothes.

“Jarv,” he breathed, nuzzling against the boy’s hair. “Jarv, I missed you. I’m so sorry I left you.”

“Tony,” Jarvis whined back, clinging to him desperately. “It’s okay. I know you couldn’t help it.” The boy always spoke more calmly than he felt. Rhodey said he had learned it from Tony.

“They took care of you?”

“Of course we took care of him,” Clint scoffed. “You would’ve killed us if we didn’t. Rhodey would’ve killed us if we didn’t.” Jarvis nodded.

“They took really good care of me.”

“But not as good as me of course.” Tony tried for a reassuring smile. There were a lot of humans shouting and running, and he was scared. But no one had moved to hurt his herd yet, so things were fine. It was fine. He held Jarvis tighter. 

Tony!” Steve shouted as he burst into the room, shoving humans aside and stopping to stare. “Tony?” Bucky was right at his heels, Bruce Banner following sleepily behind. Tony fidgeted nervously.

“So. Uhm. This is my herd.” He had to make a conscious effort to speak human again, and his herd glanced at him. Natasha examined the humans.

“Nice to meet you,” she said slowly, not dropping her weapons. “It is time we take back our Mantee now. If you hurt him we will hurt you.”

“These are the humans that took Tones?” Rhodey asked, his accent pronounced. “I will hurt them even if they did not hurt him.”

“No, no, no!” Bucky said, holding up his hands. “We took him from the humans that took him!”

“Guys,” Tony interrupted, slipping back into ocean speak, “they saved me from the mean humans. They’ve been taking care of me.” His herd examined the three some more before slowly lowering their weapons.

“We are staying,” Natasha said to Bucky and Steve. “When the fry have come we will leave with Mantee.” Tony held Jarvis tight.