somehow i churned this out super last minute in one day i felt like i was possessed in the last hours of doing this

decided to get two birds with one stone because apparently england and shakespeare share a birthday!! i only had the energy to represent 4 of shakespeare’s plays here and they should be easy to recognize… i think…

Shape of you

Summary: Dean meets someone in a bar. A hunter’s love affair ensues. 

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, mention of Cas

Word Count: 1231

Warnings: hunters flirting, passing implications of smut but no actual smut

Author’s Note: This was written for @wildfirewinchester Meg’s Birthday Challenge. My prompt was the song “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran. I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by lucifersagents

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The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends doing shots
Drinking fast then we talk slow
You come over and start a conversation with just me
And trust me, I’ll give it a chance

It is the end of a successful hunt–all his bruises and scrapes were hidden under his clothes, no blood got on his shoes (impossible to get out of leather), and no additional victims had been added to the body count. Perhaps low criteria for success, but it is what it is.

And now, it’s time to celebrate.

Dean is well aware that conversations can be conducted entirely through nonverbal communication; he and Sam do it all the time. He didn’t realize, however, that they could be conducted across a crowded bar with a woman he’d never met before, especially after several shots of whiskey.

She’s chatting with a frat boy and damn if she doesn’t look bored out of her mind.

‘Bored?’ his raised eyebrow asks.

‘Getting there,’ her shrug suggests.

‘Need some help?’ says his quick glance at her date.

‘Hell yes,’ replies her enthusiastic nod.

A quick flash of his FBI badge has frat boy gone in a skinny minute. The pentacle tattoo peeking out the low neckline of her blouse and the gun-shaped bulge at her hip starts a verbal conversation that goes ‘til last call.

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#tbt Today we celebrate the birth of William Shakespeare, a genius who helped shape the English language we use today. You’ve probably quoted him more than you think! 

But I do think it is their husbands’ faults
If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps,
Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,
Or scant our former having in despite;
Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace,
Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know
Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have. What is it that they do
When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think it is: and doth affection breed it?
I think it doth: is’t frailty that thus errs?
It is so too: and have not we affections,
Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
Then let them use us well: else let them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
—  Emilia, Othello, IV.iii