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Dean heard three knocks on the metal door, his brows furrowed as he set his coffee cup down and threw Sam a perplexed look.

“Who is it ? Did you call someone ?” Sam mouths, his hand reaching for his gun at back of his waistband.

“Me? Why would I call someone? You said no naughty maids.” Dean shrugged, whispering loudly.

Sam rolled his eyes and his face twisted into a scowl as he took slow calculated steps towards the top of the stairs. He swung the door open, shock caused his breath to hitch so he just stood there, blinking at the person, completely speechless.

“Dean, come here.” Sam’s voice escaped his throat hoarsely.

“What? What?” Dean whined, “the bacon’s getting cold and I’m winning the word game against mom.”

Dean’s voice got stuck too when he saw the boy-no the man standing on the other side of the door. He was frozen still, his body and mind unable to comprehend. He willed his feet to move forward, to climb the stairs without falling. His palms were clammy, his knees shaking and his stomach felt so weird, he was gonna hurl for sure. This was just like the time Bobby made him shoot a deer for the first time.

He grabbed onto Sam’s shoulder, more to stabilize himself than to move him away from the door. He gulped, trying to compose himself before he spoke. He wanted to sound carefree and jovial, and not like he had the life knocked out of him. He looked the man up and down, he was surprised now, a small proud smile dancing on his lips at the fact that he looked more like him than he looked like her. He looked strong, his eyes reminding Dean of Sam’s- smart and sure eyes but when he smiled. He looked like his Mom for sure.

In that moment, he didn’t hesitate, he did what felt natural. Something he always thought about for years, but never got a chance to do because of their safety. He flung his arms around the man, just holding him for the familiarity. It might have been years but it still felt the same. He tapped his back, then pulled away. He was still smiling, the man was smiling back as Dean smacked his cheeks gently out of affection.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean marveled, “you’ve gotten tall. Tall and handsome. Good to see you, come on in Ben.”

“Thanks Dad.”

That took Dean aback, but that didn’t stop him from slinging his arm over Ben’s shoulder and tugging him inside.

There was lots of catching up to do.

Chapter 2~Make Cameron Jealous~

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*Addis’ PoV*

“Well who should do it?” Gilinsky asks. I see him looking around the room before stopping right near me. I knew who he was thinking about for this plan.

“Nash.” he says a smirk playing on his features. I look back at Nash to see him looking from Gilinsky to me while absent-mindedly poking the part of my back that was exposed with only my tank top on.

“That would be perfect.” Sam says. “Nash? You in?” I ask him, his attention moves to only me. He nods his head. “You in?” he asks. “I can flirt.” I say. “Then I’m game.”

The room goes silent after the decision was made when we all heard a door slam. “God fucking damnit.” I hear Cameron yell. They boys and I let out sighs and then they all look at me. I nod my head, grabbing my phone from the bed before standing up off the bed and walking over to the door. I turn the nod trying to be quiet, I poke my head out of the door to see Cameron walking around the room with his hands on his head and his elbows bent in the hair. I close the door quickly before walking over to him.

“Cameron?” I say in a soft voice. He turns to me and right away a smile appears on his face. “Everything okay?” I ask while walking closer to him. “I don’t even know.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, grabbing his hand with my ow, and bringing him up into his room to talk about what happened.

“What happened Cam?” I ask sitting on his large white bed with him. He rests his hands on my lower legs, his warm hands touching my cool bare skin making goosebumps appear. He looks at my legs and a slight chuckle comes from his parted lips.

“Kylie and me.” he starts with a sigh. “We’re just not working. At first I thought it would work, but now it’s just not. We fight all the time, about stupid things. Like today it was because I said that I wanted to go to Disney Land with you and her because you’re my two favorite girls, and she got all angry and defensive and wanted to know why I couldn’t just go with her. But I already did that for a date and I wanted to go with both of you.” he says, tapping his fingers absently against my cool skin. I nod my head, while looking at him, my long hair falling in my face as I do so.

I brush it back down my back while I continue to look at him. “What do you want to do about it?” I ask, he shrugs his shoulders up and down at my question.

“Well, that’s what you have to figure out.” I say. He nods his head.

“Do you want to know something?” he asks. “If someone asked me what the best part of the relationship was right now, I would have to answer when we were apart.” he says.

I smile and let out a chuckle. “Then I think you just answered the question.” His eyes get wide and he nods his head quickly.

“You always know just what to say to me.” He smiles at me, looking a lot calmer then he did when I first saw him walking around downstairs.

“So what are you gonna do?”

“Well, I have to bring her back to her place, she’s waiting in the car for me right now. I’ll bring her back, then I’ll do it. I’ll break up with her. End things. I should have a long time ago. Thanks for helping me get my head on straight.” he says, I nod my head at his response. “That’s what I’m here for.”

“What would I do without you?” he asks as he gets up off of the bed. “Be lost.” I say with a smile. “Yeah.” he says before reaching out his hands and pulling me up off of the bed. He then pulls me into a tight hug. After a few moments the door opens and Nash walks in.

“Dude Cameron. Kylie just called me. She’s in the car waiting for you and she’s pissed.” Nash says interupting the moment Cameron and I were having.

“I know she is.” he says smiling down at me, I smile back at him and we move apart. He grabs his phone before leaving his bedroom and going down the stairs.

I hear the door close downstairs and I sit down on his bed again and I flop down onto my back. Nash continues to stand in the doorway, and leans against the door frame.

“So what happened? What did I walk in on?” he asks, with a raised eyebrow.

“He talked out what happened with me. And then I asked him what he wanted to do about it, and then he told me that the best part of the relationship was when they weren’t together. And I told him he answered the question. He’s going to break up with her once they get to her place.” I say. Nash jumps ontop of me while I was still laying down on Camerons bed and then straddles my lap .

“How many times in a single day can I walk in on this?” Gilinsky says walking into the room and laughing, then I start laughing. Nash just smiles a cheesy smile.

“She’s magic. She did it!” Nash says, excitement laced in his voice. I sit up and wrap my arms around his lower torso to keep myself up right. He puts his legs straight on the sides of me, I smile to myself at how comfortable he was with me. It made me happy.

“What did she do?” Gilinsky says sitting on the chair in the room, all the boys end up in the room before we had a chance to answer the question.

“They’re breaking up.” he says, all the boys cheer. “Nash my arms are tired.” I say, he moves his arms around my body to hold me up right. I put my arms in my lap, partly on Nashs legs.

“Maybe you should just date Nash.” Matt says while letting out a laugh. “Well I mean we are gonna flirt.” Nash says looking at me and winking. I put my hands up to cover my face. “Sterph.” I say. “Never.” he says moving my hands away from my face.

“Just date everyone.” Matt says, making me laugh and blush slightly.

“Why are they breaking up?”  Johnson asks.

“Because he told me that the best part of the relationship is when they aren’t together.” I say. They all start laughing.

We all head out of Camerons room and go into the living room to wait for Cameron to get back. I had to go back to place and either stay there for the night or get stuff and come back here, but Nash got me this morning, so I didn’t have my car.

I sat down on the white carpeted floor with Jaxx laying his head in my lap, while I pet his head.

The door opens and I hear Cameron walk into the house. “Jaxx come here buddy?” he says walking from the door. Jaxx moves his head, but doesn’t get up. “Where is he?” Cameron asks.

“Cam, come here.” I say. He walks into the room. “He likes her more then you man."Nash says sitting down next to me on the floor.

"Jaxx come here.” he says again, getting Jaxx to wag his tail, but still not get up. I laugh at the face that Cameron makes at Jaxx. I move to sit on the floor and Jaxx gets up off of me just to lay on my again.

“Jaxx is trying to make a move on Addi.” Shawn says as I continue to pet Jaxx.

Cameron sits next to me on the floor before he lays down right across from me. I move my hand up near my face and he puts his hands on my arm as he turns to lay on his stomach.

“So how did it go?” I ask, while turning as much as I could to see him while Jaxx was still laying on me.

“Well, awkward to say the least.” he starts with a laugh.
 


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Intoxicated, I Love You (Preview) - Dean x Reader

A/N: Avengers x Supernatural! An interesting combo. Testing the waters a bit here. Not something I’ve done before, but it was requested. So, time to give it my best shot! Anyways, the full part one will come out in a few days!

Description: Reader is an Avenger. She’s also Black Widow’s sister. And, Captain America’s ex. Dean Winchester, a long lost lover, strolls back into town one day with his brother, Sam, in tow. He shakes things up immediately.

Warnings: Eventual Smut, No editing, Awful description (I’m truly sorry)

Word Count: 402

Your fists slammed into the gym bag to the beat of the music blasting in the gym inside S.H.I.E.L.D’s headquarters. Your job required you to stay on top of your game. Whether you wanted to or not.

“Hey,” Nat’s voice made you go into your round house kick, knocking the bag a decent distance down the track. As far as a plain human with your build could physically get it.

“I thought you went home?” You asked, breathing a bit heavy from the exertion you’d put into the bag.

She leaned against the wall, looking at you. Her full lips were pulled down into a worried frown. Natasha Romanoff was gorgeous. She had bright blue eyes that made men fall in love at a glance. Her red hair was cut to her shoulders and curled. Dark skinny jeans and a dressier, tan, shirt complimented her form perfectly.

“I started to,” She began carefully. “Then, I realized that you were going to work yourself to death if I didn’t come and get you.”

“I’m fine.” You insisted, bending down to grab your bottle, careful to not let her see your knuckles. “He set you up to this. Didn’t he?” She didn’t even have to answer. You knew your sister too well. “God, Nat. You’ve gotta stop interfering-”

“Not only do we work with him, but he happens to be a friend.” She pointed out as you took a drink. “And you’re my sister. I have no choice but to stay in the middle of this.”

“It’s been three months.” You straightened up. “He needs to let me go.”

“I still don’t understand what happened.” She crossed her arms. “One minute you two are living together blissfully. The next? You’re back at my place, and Steve looks like a broken puppy.”

“I told you,” You pulled on your jacket, preparing to leave. Knowing if you didn’t, Nat would get Clint involved.

Ordinarily, he was out on his ranch with his family. But, he happened to be staying with you and Nat for a few days as he renegotiated his contract with the agency. He wanted more family time with the third baby on the way.

“You told me you didn’t want to talk about it.” She reminded you. “That’s it.”

“Exactly.” You fought back a smile as she rolled her eyes at your stubbornness.

Imagine having a sleepover with Charlie and Kevin

She suggested it as a joke, but somehow you ended up in the middle of a game of twister with Dean and Kevin, while Sam working the spinner and Charlie braided his hair back.

“Y/N, left foot yellow.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Sam?” you growled from your backwards crab position, only staying up with Dean’s knee under your back.

You tried to make the move and fell down, dragging the guys with you until you were a jumbled pile of limbs on top of the mat.

“Thanks for that, Y/N,” Kevin complained, stretching his back out as he stood up, helping you to your feet despite his complaints.

“You’re welcome,” you grinned, helping Dean up before grabbing a new beer.

You eyed the bottle with a gleam in your eye, turning to Charlie and Sam.

“Spin the bottle, anyone?”

11: “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

It was snowing. In April.

Not only snowing, but it was settling as well.

On top of all that… you’d never seen snow before.

“It’s not that exciting,” Sam assured you, “You’ll get over it.”

“But Sam!” you grinned, letting yourself fall back into a pile of cold, icy snow that you had made, “It’s so fun.”

“We have work to do,” he sighed, straightening the jacket of his fed suit.

“Correction,” you smiled, sitting up and beginning to ball up some snow in your hands, “You have work to do. Don’t you remember saying that I ‘look too young to be an agent’? Because that’s the reason I get to play and you don’t. Your fault.”

“Just because you look young, doesn’t mean you have to act it,” he hissed, trying to look professional as you continued to add to the growing snowball in your hands.

He noticed the way you grinned, looking down at the snowball and back up at him.

“No,” he said firmly, “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-”

You let it fly, and it hit him square in the chest.

“Goddammit!” he shouted, “Y/N! I have to go an interview someone!”

“Boo hoo,” you rolled your eyes, getting up and wiping the snow off of your clothes, “Stop pouting. It was funny.”

“You’re infuriating.”

You smiled and brushed the snow from his chest.

“There,” you said, “No one will know.”

“Totally not the point,” he huffed.

You went up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“You’re really pretty when you’re mad,” you told him, sinking back on your heels and linking your hands.

“I don’t like you,” he told you, pulling his hand free and throwing his arm over your shoulders.

You smiled and leant into him, “You love me.”

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