The gym was a great place to decompress. Sure, most of your
day job consisted of running, jumping, and kicking serious ass. But, at least
when you were at the gym, you could do all of that at your own pace.
Your warm up started at the treadmill, a three mile walk to
get the blood pumping. After shuffling your favorite workout playlist, you
hopped onto the machine and got to it. The place was reasonably busy for a Monday
night, over half of the machines taken. Once you got your rhythm down, you
smirked. Let the game begin.
Every time you made it out to the gym, you would play a
little game with yourself. You would hunt down the hottest guy in the place,
and try to outdo him… without him knowing most of the time.
After your warm up, you moved over to the elliptical machine.
There were so many delicious candidates, muscles flexing, chests heaving. Yum. After a few minutes of scoping, you
found your first victim. He was tall, muscular, and shirtless. He was facing away from you at the lift station. But,
from your location, you were in decent viewing territory. You gawked as his
muscles flexed and relaxed, making your lips water. He was the most glorious
specimen you had seen in at least a few months. And you were going to go over
there and show him what you were capable of.
Welcome the the Spoiler Sheet for season 13 - a constantly updated post collecting every Supernatural spoiler I can find. DISCLAIMER: Everything here is gathered from public sources. I do not have unauthorized access to SPN production or writers, and nothing on here is obtained through nefarious means. I’m just obsessive and like to be organized. I do this as a fan.
Things to know:
Last updated: September 18
Rumors/unconfirmed spoilers/guesses are in italics.
Guesses: Writers, directors and appearances for Castiel/Misha are based on patterns from previous years.
Filming dates are based on Supernatural’s eight day filming schedule and the schedule for previous years. The same goes for airdates.
Latest spoilers: additional cast for 13x02, promo for 13x01 and 13x02, new michalel!, filming bots for 13x06, filming bits for 13x05, titles for 13x11 and 13x12,
General stuff (newest to oldest, once info is matched to an episode it’s moved there)
Certain characters will return, but not necessarily in the same bodies.
Jack will ‘get away’ from the boys for a bit but will end up in the Bunker with them. He doesn’t have a lot of control of his power.
Misha has read scripts that have Cas elements that will be challenging.
Episode 16 will be an animated Scooby Doo crossover episode. Jared, Jensen and Misha recorded their dialogue in early 2017.
(x) It will be written by Jeremy Adams and Jim Krieg. The episode will have some live action with an entire, fully animated Scooby Doo episode in the middle.
Misha Collins will be returning for season 13, as a series regular.
Other returning cast: Mark Pellegrino, Samantha Smith, Alexander Calvert (Jack).
Samantha Smith (Mary Winchester), Alexander Calvert (Jack), Mark Pellegrino (Lucifer), Christian Keyes (Michael), Keith Szarabajka
(Donatello Redfield), Jeffrey Vincent Parise (Asmodeus) Mark Sweatman (Tattoist), Ryan S. Williams (Commander)
Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):
We will see the return of Donatello the prophet.
Lucifer will not be the most powerful being in the thunderdome world. (x)
A new force/character will emerge to fill the power vacuum in hell played By Jeffrey Vincent Parise (might be Asmodeus).
We will have a big bad that’s “an old friend” we haven’t seen for a while who may emerge from the alternate world. - It’s Michael
We will see scenes of Mary in apocalypse world. With skeletons! (x)
Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word Count: 1274
Warnings: It’s a little angsty.. And there is bad language!
A/N: All of the support and comments that I have been receiving on this series has really made me feel so great and totally inspired!! I’m sorry this part is.. Well.. You’ll see.. Feedback as always would be amazing!! Thank you for reading xoxo
Thank you @dadd11e for your request! Sorry it took so long!
the reader has feelings for Dean but finds out that they are actually for him. Leads
to rough sex and them getting together.
followed the sway of Y/N’s hips as she danced over to Dean who was making
breakfast. My veins boiled with the jealousy pumping through me as Y/N leant
over Dean and giggled at whatever he was saying. As she bent forward the long
shirt she was wearing (either Dean’s or mine) rode up to reveal her blue
panties. She was obviously trying to show off to Dean as she always did, as she
had been doing for the past 5 years she had spent with us, and again all she
seemed to be succeeding in was getting me riled up. I eventually gave up trying
to keep myself under control and pushed away from the table roughly, storming
angrily out of the room.
additional notes: i’m back! i’ve had this idea in my head for a little over a week, and i hope yall like it :) thanks for sticking around and i hope to post more fics soon.
They were bickering when you entered the kitchen for lunch that afternoon.
“It’s gotta be me. I’ve had the most practice.”
“When’s the last time you even kissed someone?”
“When’s the last time you did, old man? The thirties?”
You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the fridge, hoping to find sufficient ingredients for a bagel sandwich. Listening to Sam and Bucky argue was the last thing you wanted to do after an hour-long workout, but you couldn’t help but be curious. “Should I even ask what you two are arguing about?” you asked, flashing Sam and Bucky a withering look over your shoulder.
Bucky defended himself immediately. “Sam here thinks he’s the better kisser. I’m trying to tell him why he’s wrong.”
Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh, there is no way Snowflake here is better than me. He can run, he can lift, he can fight, but I draw the line at kissing. Help me out, Y/N.”
“Sam, I wouldn’t even know,” you told him, taking a moment to relish the cool air wafting from the open refrigerator. You found the cream cheese, butter, and cherry tomatoes before letting the door swing shut. “I’ve never kissed either of you. All I know is from what you two brag about to Steve and me, and even that has to be pretty biased.”
Bucky snorted. “Please, doll, I speak nothing but the unbiased truth.”
You shrugged and started gathering your supplies. You were making a grilled cheese bagel sandwich and if that meant having to weather their bickering, so be it. “Whatever you say, Bucky.” You wondered if you should grab your earbuds and drown them out with music.
There was hushed murmuring back and forth between the two of them, and then Sam cleared his throat. “I mean, you’re right,” he began. “You’ve never kissed either of us.”
You turned around, fixing him with narrowed eyes. He was leaning with his elbows on the counter, watching you with a playful glint in his eye. “And?”
“Maybe to put this argument to rest,” Bucky chimed in, stepping around the counter and making his way toward you, “you need to see for yourself who’s better.” He stopped by the fridge, lifting an eyebrow to punctuate his proposition. “Whaddya say?”
You blinked. Had he really just suggested that you kiss him and Sam? Was Bucky really giving you the panty-dropping onceover and was Sam really licking his lips like you were some mouthwatering dessert? Your teammates, your friends, two men you’d worked with for years now, men you had never pictured yourself being romantically or even sexually involved with—well, not often. Your mind wandered every now and then, when you saw Bucky lifting weights shirtless or Sam slow-grinding to old-school R&B while he cooked breakfast. Okay, maybe you did picture yourself with them a few times, but it meant nothing. You pictured them as much as you pictured Steve or Thor. You worried that getting a taste of the real thing would enhance your fantasies by tenfold, and you were still sweaty (and half-dressed) from your workout, but none of that stopped you from looking Bucky straight in the eye and saying, “Fine. Who’s first?”
There was the slightest expression of surprise in both Bucky and Sam’s eyes, but neither of them hardly wavered from his confidence. They exchanged a look, and you crossed your arms. “Well?” you prompted, only half-feigning impatience.
Bucky turned back to you, slipping effortlessly back into that predacious swagger of his as he sauntered up to you. The T-shirt he was wearing clung to every inch of his chest and exposed just enough of his arms to make you sigh with longing. He smelled amazing. His hands slid up your arms to your cheeks, cupping your jaw as he leaned down. “Ready, doll?”
You nodded. Bucky smiled and sealed his lips to yours.
You knew Bucky had gone several decades without affection. He’d come to the Avengers headquarters a touch-starved wreck, plagued with nightmares, anxiety, depression, problems you had all wished you could heal with a simple push of a button. He was far from completely healed, but now you saw firsthand that his craving for human touch hadn’t diminished in the slightest. His kiss was ravenous, desperate. You gripped his shoulders with your hands, letting your eyes flutter closed. He used his gentle grip on your jaw to tip your head back, pressing his hips into yours and grinding into you. His metal hand felt wonderfully cool on your skin, and you wondered how it would feel elsewhere on your body. He nipped at your lower lip, making you whimper, and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocated as best as you could, lost in the ecstasy that was Bucky Barnes, until he finally pulled away, his lips detaching from yours with a soft, wet smack.
You swayed a little on your feet, but Bucky’s hand on your hip kept you steady. “Wow,” you exhaled, feeling like you were buzzing all over. “Nice.”
Bucky chuckled. “‘Nice’? I was expecting some higher praise, doll.” He squeezed your hip and stepped away from you. “Take your time, sweetheart. I’ll be right here. Your turn, Samuel.” He clapped Sam on the back as he sat down at the kitchen island, smirking.
Sam seemed impressed but not the least bit shaken. He rose from his seat and walked over to you, his brown eyes locked with yours. They were so warm, filled with an intensity unlike any look you’d ever seen from Sam. “Good?” he murmured, his arms encircling your waist to draw you up against him. You hadn’t noticed that you’d been leaning against the counter for support.
“Yeah,” you replied breathlessly, and Sam kissed you.
Where Bucky’s kiss was wild, Sam’s was soft. His lips were so plush, moving against yours with an unhurried rhythm, like this was a regular occurrence. The gentle approach had you feeling just as heady, as his hands roamed your body, from your shoulders to your waist and teasingly close to your ass. You held your hands on his chest, partly for the sake of your own balance. He used his tongue before his teeth, licking your bottom lip and asking for entry. You allowed it, and his tongue rubbed tantalizingly against yours. Sam had bragged countless times about what an amazing lover he was, always taking his time, savoring every moment, every touch, every sensation. Evidently, the same was true of his kisses. Sam’s kiss was slow, slow and sensual, and you felt like you could go on like this for hours. He was teasing you, and when you tried deepening the kiss, he smiled against your lips, amused at your eagerness. His hands finally dipped down and squeezed your ass, just once, but enough to make you gasp. He moved one up to the back of your head, the other to your waist, letting his fingers rove aimlessly over your bare ribs.
You sighed heavily, and it came out more as a moan than a breath. Sam pulled away, grinning at you smugly. He released you from his arms, wiping his mouth with the pad of his thumb. You’d possibly gotten a little carried away, you decided.
“What? No ‘wow’?” Sam joked.
You shook your head. “Wow,” you croaked, reaching behind you to grasp the counter.
“Who’s it gonna be, doll?” Bucky piped up, watching you curiously.
You mulled it over in your head, the two kissing styles, both so different, yet so enticing: Bucky, who kissed with as much fervor as he sparred, and Sam, who left you weak and wanting so much more. You couldn’t care less; they were both downright sexy. “Can’t tell. You’re both too good. I think I’ll just eat my lunch in my room. Mind cleaning this up?” With that, you grabbed a pear and a couple bananas from the fruit bowl and started exiting the kitchen. “Thanks, boys.”
Bucky and Sam sat there, openmouthed and unbelieving. “Wait, you can’t just—you said you’d decide!” Bucky cried after you, watching your shaky form pad down the hallway.
You laughed. “If you really need to know, why don’t you kiss each other?” you offered lightheartedly.
Bucky blinked. He looked over at Sam, who looked equally taken aback. They wouldn’t…Would they?
Sam turned to Bucky and shrugged. “Pucker up, Snowflake.”
Dean adores the summer. It’s the time where he has an excuse to wear shorts and tank tops without you or Sam teasing him. However, most of the time he’d be walking around the bunker shirtless, especially when Sam wasn’t home. Seeing the sweat running down his perfectly toned body when the bunkers AC was broken, or watching and helping him wash baby out in the sun was enough for you to practically pounce on the man.But Dean loved the summer. Beaches, cold drinks, sunglasses, shorts… And seeing you in as little clothing as possible.
Summer time was always the best time. During other seasons, Sam would wear his many layers as if trying to hide the glory beneath. But in the summer, it would all come off. Sam would walk around shirtless, the sweat shining on his body. It was difficult to take your eyes off of him. When the AC is broken and you and Sam desperately want sex, the experience is much hotter, literally and figuratively. Sam’s hair was often stick to his neck and forehead, somehow making him seem even more sexy. He loved seeing you going around in short shorts and a bikini top, and although he wouldn’t tell anyone, it was often him that ‘broke’ the air con to see you like that.
Castiel wasn’t a fan of summer. His vessel reacted to the heat, and it was an unpleasant experience. He didn’t like the salty water that made his hair damp and get wet marks on his white shirt and trenchcoat. You later told him it was just sweat. Cas preferred to remain in his full attire, even if he is sweating buckets. But there was one positive to the sticky weather. Seeing you in hardly any clothes pleasantly surprised Cas, and he often went even redder than the heat made him. Eventually he’d give in to the heat, removing his coat and undoing more buttons of his shirt, rolling his sleeves up. Although despite this, you’d always find a way to get him to remove all of his clothes, but it would only make him sweat more during your… Activities.
Summary:Sam has this habit of distracting you every time he comes to visit. Working out more, forgetting to wear a shirt, you know the drill. But what happens when he finds a way to distract you when you’re in class as well?
Word Count: 5187 (got a little carried away. Not sorry at all)
Warnings: Implied smut. Sam Fucking Winchester (let’s be honest here, he is a warning all in himself)
A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba‘s fic Sexy Bastard is the fic that started this whole thing. Seriously, as soon as I read her summary “Sam is a fucking tease, okay?” I knew that I was done for. I’ve been working on this for an entire week because it just had to be done. Also, perfect timing! Happy Birthday Sam Winchester, you tease!
“How about that
homework last night?” Jonathan asked, sliding into his normal seat beside you.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Nelly groaned, turning in her chair
to talk to you two. “Lil and I worked on it for six hours and we still don’t
know if we did it right.”
“Right?” You agreed emphatically, getting war flashbacks to
your battles with the case study and your excel spreadsheet. “I swear, we
haven’t even learned half of the stuff it was asking us to do.”
Rhetta pushed her chair closer and you fought to hold back
your eye-roll. Here comes her self-righteous, better-than-you speech. “Actually,
we learned about the regression analysis last week, and it was just a hop,
skip, and a jump to answering question five from there.”
How about you just
hop, skip, and jump away from us?
I’ll bet when Danny got his top surgery he started doing everything shirtless. Walking around the house? Shirtless. Going to the store? Shirtless. Hanging out with friends? Shirtless. He probably tried to go out as Phantom shirtless but Sam had to stop him
Bonus: Clockwork has to literally force a shirt on him most of the time because Danny’s so proud of his flat chest he’s taken to showing everyone in the Zone, friend or enemy alike