You and Jensen have been friends for as long as you both can remember. You have stuck together through thick and thin, good times and bad; everything. What happens when Jensen accidentally blurts out that he has a girlfriend when he doesn’t? How will your friendship be effected when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend?
Summary: Sam calls reader to babysit Dean after he’s cursed by a witch.
Word Count: 1776
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The screen lights up on your phone, Sam Winchester’s name flashing on the screen.This can’t be good, otherwise Sam would never, ever call you. Not after everything that happened. Should you answer? You don’t really want to dredge all that shit up. But if he’s calling, it’s important. You’re thumb hovers over the green button. It’s on the third ring before you decide to answer.
“(Y/N)? It’s me, Sam. Please, don’t hang up, just hear me out.”
“Thank…thank you. Listen, I wouldn’t be calling if I didn’t need help, you know that I wouldn’t. But I need you.”
You can’t figure out how Sam knows you’re in the area. You haven’t had contact with Dean or Sam for over year. Is he still keeping tabs on you through the hunter network? It’s touching in a way, you’ve always had a soft spot for Sammy. Truth is, you miss him.
Why the fuck are you driving to the motel right now? Why would you willingly put yourself in this position? Must be temporary insanity. It’s the only logical explanation. Maybe you should drive straight to the psych ward and check yourself in after this is over.
Summary: Sam and the Reader have been dancing around a kink they both share, so the reader pisses him off to see that side of him again.
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: Dirty talk, Language (probably say the f word like 200 times.) LOTS OF SMUT, OH MY CHUCK! Like a dom/sub relationship, fingering, oral (male receiving), sex, Angry!Sam. LIKE THIS IS SO DIRTY LOOK AWAY.
A/N: This is soooooo dirty. I was given a prompt and I don’t even know where I went with it. I’m so sorry. ANYWAY, this is for @kas-not-cas 2.5K Dialogue Challenge, and my prompt was: “Oh so you think I’m cute when I get angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to get gorgeous!”
A/N 2: ALSO BIG BIG BIG SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA @highonpastries without her encouragement I honestly would never have posted this work of trash, so make sure you send her love!
Pacing back and forth around your trailer almost drove you dizzy. Back and forth. Back and forth; as if that was going to simultaneously solve all of your problems. It wasn’t. Not even close.
You had just gotten the memo that your intimate scene with Jensen was moved to today, not that you weren’t sweating buckets the second you got the script, but the fact that the scene was moved to today instead of five days from now had you ripping your hair from your head. You were going to be very exposed to him, and no matter how long the two of you had been friends, this was something you weren’t comfortable with on so many levels.
Requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing: A Misha x reader x Jensen in which the reader is Misha’s girlfriend, but has a thing for Jensen. Jensen returns the feelings, and they surprise the reader by telling her they’ve shared before.
Word Count: 2100ish
Warning: smut, threesome
A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO
You tried to ignore it, and since you realized that wasn’t going to help, you’ve just been trying to hide it. But he knows.
You’ve been caught staring at Jensen one too many times, have laughed too loudly at his jokes, have let yourself text him about silly things in the middle of the night, and now Misha knows.
Summary: Plus-size hunter reader x Dean. She wears a sexy top and he can’t keep his eyes off of her. This was originally written on my phone, so please disregard any grammar issues.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, road head
Another salt and burn was over. After digging up the grave, the boys and you decided to take showers and high tail it out of town tonight.
You showered and put on the only relatively clean shirt and bra you had left for the week and found a pair of only semi dirty dark wash blue jeans. Sure you had worn the shirt and bra earlier in the week but you had to flirt with a security guard to get some info about the case, you only wore it for like an hour, so it didn’t count.
A/N: My first time writing this kink! Hope you enjoy! XOXO
Sam has lost weight. It happens every now and then, when they have a particularly stressful or active few months and Sam can’t devote hours to lifting weights and bulking up. His natural frame is lanky and thin, more slender than Dean, sleek muscles that mislead people into thinking Sam’s not nearly as lethal as he is.
A/N: This has been in the works for over a year. It started at my NaNoWriMo fic in 2016, and I picked it back up for NaNoWriMo this year. It is finally finished, and I can’t wait to hear what you all think of it! Special thanks to @manawhaat and @nitelotus who both read this entire monster and gave me invaluable help and encouragement, as well as put up with me angsting about it. I will try to post at least one chapter a day.
Summary: The Winchester boys have been your life since the first time you babysat them when you were 15. Their father was the standard against which you compared all other men. After he died, you kept going for your boys, giving them everything. Now, ten years later, he’s back and you’ve changed. Will things be different this time?
Although this is a John fic, there is a lot of Dean and Sam, too. (So much Weechesters!!) This story has a lot of flashbacks, which will be in italics, and the year of each flashback will be at the start so you don’t get confused. This story is canon-compliant up to about episode 11.22 - We Happy Few, and diverges from there.
Pairing: John x Reader (there will be other side pairings, which will be mentioned when they appear)
Warnings: Canon-level violence and angst. Any other warnings will be mentioned as needed.
Chapter word count: 1104 words
“Something killed his wife, and
almost took the baby. He’s in bad shape, Patrick. He needs a firm hand with a
gentle touch, and someone to watch the kids. I got no problem with the older
boy, but I don’t know anything about diapers,” Bobby said.
“Y/N’s been working at a daycare the
past few months to earn spending money. She’s been doing real good there, too.
She’ll be good with the kids, and Nancy and me can take care of the dad.
Between the three of us, we’ll find the son of a bitch that killed his wife
lickety split and get them back to being a normal family before they get sucked
in too far. You’ve got my word, Bobby.”
“I know, Patrick. You’re good
You came around the corner, then, to
see your dad and Bobby clinking the necks of their beer bottles together. Your
dad pulled you under his arm and gave you a good squeeze.
“Hey, munchkin, how do you feel about
babysitting a 1-year old and a 5-year old for a few days here at Bobby’s while
your mom and I teach their dad a thing or two?”
You shrugged. “I already quit the
daycare since school’s out and I figured I’d be on the road with you guys full
time, anyway. I can handle a couple of kids, especially with Bobby here to lend
a hand if I need it.”
Your dad smiled. “Good girl. I knew
we could count on you.”
The rumbling sound of an older car
grew as tires hit gravel. By the time the car stopped, you could feel the
vibrations of the engine in the floorboards beneath your feet. You went to the
door to see who the newcomer was while your dad continued chatting with Bobby.
Out of the car stepped the tallest man you’d ever seen, all dark hair and
stubbly beard with his shoulders slumped so low you thought he must have the
weight of the world resting on them. He glanced at the house with tired eyes,
and you thought about what you’d heard Bobby say about his wife.
The stranger opened the rear door of
the car and reached in, giving your teenage hormones a terrific view of his
ass. You mentally slapped yourself for even having the thought. The man just
lost his wife and you’re staring at his ass? You were raised better than that!
He pulled a little tow-headed boy out of the car, and set him on the ground
near his feet. The boy stayed exactly where his father had put him, his eyes on
his dad the whole time. The man reached farther into the car, and emerged with
a baby in his arms. He said something to the boy, and the boy climbed back in
the car, coming back out with a diaper bag almost as big as he was. The man
shut the car door, and the trio approached the house.
You opened the door for them, trying
not to stare. The father was drop-dead gorgeous, and his children were
Summary: When Sam stands in as your boyfriend on a visit to your parents you find yourselves more committed to the relationship than you had previously expected.
Characters: Sam x Reader
Warnings: Smut, fluff. 18+ only
A/N: Ok, so this was going to be really fluffy but it ended up more smutty. I put it down to PMS. :P I hope you enjoy.
Take Me To Church
“Thanks for doing this, Sam… she’s just been driving me crazy, always asking if I have a boyfriend!”, you said as you drove up the driveway to your childhood home.
“No problem. I can imagine that gets annoying’, he said with a smile.
As you killed the engine you took a deep breath.
“Y/N, it will be fine. It’s just a couple of days”, Sam said, trying to reassure you.
“You haven’t met my mother…”, you sighed.
Your parents had invited you over for the weekend. You hadn’t seen them in almost a year so you were determined to convince them that you had your shit together. In your mom’s eyes, that would mean being in a committed relationship. Trouble was, you weren’t, so you’d asked Sam to come with you to be your boyfriend for a couple of days.
As you sat in the car, preparing yourself for what was to come, you saw the front door of your house open and two figures step out onto the porch.
You took another deep breath before pushing open the car door and stepping out into the crisp, winter air.
“Y/N, my darling!”, your mother called as you approached her.
She pulled you into a tight embrace, the familiar scent of her perfume softening your mood a little.
As she let go of you she looked back at the car to see Sam picking up your bags from the trunk.
“And who is this handsome young man?”, she asked, delighted by his unexpected appearance.
You suddenly felt Sam’s hand resting against the small of your back and looked up at him. He politely introduced himself to your parents.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name’s Sam Winchester, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend”, he said.
You felt a small spark of satisfaction at his words. It didn’t sound weird, in fact, it felt completely right for him to be introducing himself like that.
Your mom stepped towards Sam, wrapping her arms around him fondly. You took the opportunity to greet your father who had been waiting patiently behind her.
It didn’t take long for all the introductions to be made and for the bags to be brought inside.
“Well, I wish I’d known you were coming, Sam. I would have made more food”, your mother said as she walked you into the dining room, all laid up for dinner.
You looked at the table, covered in steaming dishes of every roasted food you could imagine.
“I think we’ll be fine, mom”, you laughed.
“Well, we’ll manage”, she sighed. “Now, I made up your old room to sleep in Y/N, but since Sam is here I imagine you’ll both be wanting to sleep in the guest bedroom”, she said matter-of-factly.
“Oh, no… it’s ok”, you stuttered, a little embarrassed by the suggestion.
“Nonsense!”, she said, gleefully, “I’ll get it set up for you right away”.
She hurried up the stairs to the spare room and you smiled at Sam apologetically.
“Don’t worry, we’ve shared before!”. He chuckled, amused by your sudden apprehension.
“I know… but not with my parents in the next door room”, you said, blushing.
As you sat around the dinner table, your mother questioned you tirelessly on every aspect of your life. Of course, you couldn’t tell her the truth - that you were living in an underground bunker with two guys, hunting monsters and living off fraudulent credit cards. You had naturally prepared a back-up story - you were working at a restaurant in Lawrence and living in an apartment with Sam, who you had met at your local church.
Before long though your mother turned her attention to Sam.
“So, Sam, tell me about yourself. Where were you raised?”, she asked, dabbing her lips with her napkin and taking a sip of her champagne.
Sam rested his fork on the side of his plate, aware that he was in this for the long-haul.
“Well, I was born in Lawrence and went to Stanford University. My brother Dean and I work together in… law enforcement”, he said.
Your father chirped up at this statement.
“Law enforcement, ey? How intriguing! Tell me about that”, he asked.
“Well sir, we work mainly on local cases but our job does occasionally take us further afield. We’re particularly concerned with domestic issues”, Sam bluffed.
Your dad was satisfied by this and continued to eat his roast potatoes, giving your mom another opportunity to jump in with more interrogation.
“So you two met at church? How lovely. Tell me, Sam, do you have the intention of marrying my daughter?”.
You’d chosen the wrong time to take a sip of water and found yourself choking at her question.
Sam patted you on the back, a small grin on his face.
“Mom, please!”, you exclaimed in embarrassment.
Your mother looked taken aback by your reaction, as though it had been a perfectly acceptable proposition.
“What? I’m simply interested in Sam’s plans for the future”, she defended.
Sam smiled, calmly.
“Ma’am, your daughter is a beautiful, intelligent girl. I don’t know what my current plans are but I can tell you that I have no intention of letting her go”.
God, he knew how to make a girl blush. You had to admit it, you’d always had a thing for Sam; he was so sweet and gentle.
Instinctively, you moved your hand to Sam’s, entwining your fingers with his.
He looked at you, grinning.
You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, suddenly feeling flustered. As you stared at your reflection in the mirror you tried to focus your thoughts.
‘He’s just playing the part’, you thought to yourself, ‘he doesn’t like you like that’.
You composed yourself before unlocking the door and returning to the dining room.
Sam was laughing with your parents. You were glad to see he was getting comfortable.
You walked back over to the table, sitting down next to Sam again.
Your mother turned to you as you helped yourself to another glass of champagne.
“Sam was just telling us about your first date”.
You took a sip from your glass and raised your eyebrows.
“Really? What did you tell them?”, you asked, intrigued by what kind of story he had made up.
Sam chuckled, taking hold of your hand again, making your heart race.
“Just that we went skating at the Christmas market”, he grinned.
“Huh… what’s funny about that?”, you asked.
“Well, remember, you didn’t let go of the railings the whole time?”.
You smiled, remembering that he had actually taken you skating in Denver after you’d finished a case.
“It was cute”, he added, pulling you into him affectionately.
Your mother smiled at the pair of you - proud that you’d finally found someone, probably.
“You know… you two would have the most gorgeous children”, she smiled.
“Ok, who wants dessert?”, you said, standing up, embarrassed again by your mother’s forwardness.
Before they could answer, you had disappeared into the kitchen.
As you leaned against the counter you heard footsteps following you down the hall.
Sam entered, carrying the plates from dinner and he placed them down by the sink.
He sighed with a smile and turned to you.
“I like your mom”, he said, making you laugh.
“I’m sorry. She must be making you uncomfortable”.
He shook his head, chuckling.
“No, it’s ok!”, he said, “I think she’s making you uncomfortable though…”. He looked up at you, suspiciously
You looked down at your feet, trying not to look guilty.
“She has a way of doing that…”, you muttered.
He walked over to the refrigerator, opening it and bringing out the cheesecake your mom had made.
“So… shall we go back in?”, he suggested, holding out his hand.
You took it and he pulled you back through the hall into the dining room.
After dinner you sat in the lounge. Sam and your father watched the game on the TV whilst you sat with your mother by the fireplace.
“Sam seems like a nice boy”, she said.
You nodded and looked over at him. He looked so great, sitting there with your dad, enjoying himself.
“He is nice”, you agreed. “He’s everything I want…”.
Your mom poured herself some peppermint tea before reaching over to you, touching your shoulder.
“You’re not together, are you…?”, she whispered.
You looked at her in surprise. How did she work that one out?
“Of course we are…”, you said, trying to keep up the act.
“Y/N, you’re my only daughter. I know you better than you think", she said before taking a sip of her tea.
“What do you mean?”, you asked.
“Sweetheart, I see the way you look at him; you want him. You wouldn’t look at him like that if you already had him”, she analysed.
You sighed, defeated. She had sussed you out.
“I do want him…”, you said, glancing back over at Sam who was still absorbed in the game.
Your mom settled back in her chair as a thought occurred to you.
“Hang on… if you knew we weren’t together then why did you keep going on about marriage and babies?”, you asked, suspicious of her motives.
“Just putting the idea in his head”, she smiled.
You stared at her in awe, amazed by her mischievous plan. She noticed your surprised expression and put her hands up defensively.
“I’m just giving him a push in the right direction”, she laughed.
“Mother!”, you scolded. You would never have expected such things to come from her. It made you smile though. You had never seen this side of your mom before and you liked it, it reminded you of yourself. Maybe you were more alike than you’d thought.
As you lay in bed next to Sam you felt your heart racing.
It reminded you of the last time you had shared a bed, on a case. You had hardly slept at all, so aware of his presence beside you.
“Y/N?”, he whispered in the darkness.
“Yeah?”, you replied.
“I had a great time today”, he said, rolling over to face you.
You stayed facing the ceiling.
“Yeah, me too. More than I thought I would…”.
Sam sighed, as if unsure of whether to say something. A couple of seconds passed before he spoke.
“You know, I think your mom is right. We would have pretty cute kids”, he chuckled.
You felt your heart skip a beat and rolled over to face him.
“You think?”, you smiled.
He nodded with a grin.
“Can I try something?”, he asked cautiously.
“Umm, yeah, sure”, you said hesitantly.
You froze as he moved closer to you, bringing his hand up to take hold of a strand of your hair, pushing it behind your ear.
His touch gave you goosebumps and you could hardly believe it when he gently pulled your face to his, pressing his lips against your own.
Your breath hitched as his tongue traced your lower lip.
You reached up to run your fingers through his hair before pulling away.
You opened your eyes, still in a state of ecstasy.
“Was that ok?”, he asked.
You took a second to think. Were you dreaming? This couldn’t be happening.
“You good?”, he asked after you had been silent for over a minute.
You snapped back to the present, focusing on Sam’s soft eyes in the darkness.
“Yeah, that was… good”, you whispered. “Why…?”, you asked. You weren’t complaining but you couldn’t get your head around his decision to kiss you.
He sighed, moving onto his back again.
"Uh… I don’t know. I guess, it just felt right”.
“Oh…”, you said, unsure of what else to say.
You turned over again, back to staring at the ceiling.
Another moment of silence passed before you found the words you were searching for.
“Can we try that again?”.
You rolled over to face him again and he did the same.
“Really?”, he asked, excitedly.
You nodded, giggling as he moved so he was on top of you, his strong arms either side of you as he bent down to press his lips to yours.
You returned the kiss more passionately this time, grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling him closer to you.
You paused again, not wanting to go too far without knowing his feelings.
“Wait… Sam… I don’t really understand”, you said as he sighed, frustrated by the sudden space between you. “Do you like me, or is this just… sex?”, you whispered, not wanting your parents to overhear you.
He smiled, brushing your cheek with his fingers before kissing your nose, playfully.
“Y/N, I like you”, he whispered. He took a piece of your hair and twirled it in his fingers. “I really like you”.
You sighed before adding:
“Good…, because I sort of like you too”.
With an enthusiastic smile he returned his lips to yours. Wrapping your arms around his back, you pulled him into you, his leg slipping between your thighs
“You know, tonight at dinner, it just felt so right”, he said quietly.
“Yeah… it did”, you giggled.
A sudden friction from his thigh against your core made you moan softly. As you did so, he kissed you again, trying to stop the sound.
You felt a burning desire for more and turned him over, straddling him and leaning forward to kiss his neck.
He bucked his hips, making your breath hitch as you felt him hardening beneath you.
“Are you sure you want to do this tonight?”, he asked, eyeing the door.
You froze, having almost forgotten your surroundings.
“Shit!”. You rolled off of him, remembering that the guest bedroom was directly attached to your parent’s room.
He chuckled, sitting up in bed and switching on the bedside light. You did the same.
“I really want this, Sammy”, you moaned.
“Maybe it would be best to wait until we get home…”, he suggested.
You breathed a sigh of frustration, knowing that this was the best option but so desperately wanting him in that moment.
Reluctantly agreeing, you switched off the light, settling down again into the cozy bed-covers. You felt bad, knowing that Sam was probably still hard and so, with a cheeky glint in your eye, you pulled back the duvet, revealing his tented pants.
He smirked as you moved down the bed, quickly pushing his pants down over his hard length.
“It’s hardly fair for me to leave you in such a state”, you flirted.
He smiled, looking down at you admiringly.
You took hold of his member, beginning to gently pump it with your hand.
“Y/N, I should warn you. I’m quite vocal”, he said, his voice wavering as you continued to pleasure him.
“I know.”, you giggled. “Motel rooms have thin walls”.
You lowered your head, taking him in your mouth as he let out a deep, muffled moan.
As you traced your tongue along the underside of his cock he shifted, tensing up in his effort to contain himself.
You looked up at him, enjoying his attempts at self-control. His head was tilted back against the headboard, his hands gripping the sheets, his knuckles white with tension.
You suddenly didn’t care about your parents being next door. You wanted to enjoy this and you would happily put up with the consequences.
You slid your hands up to his stomach, lightly tracing his prominent abs. Sam closed his eyes as you took him further into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You moaned gently around his cock and looked up at him.
“Fuck, I’m so close”, he groaned, his hips lifting up towards you.
You pushed him through to his climax, gagging a little when you got a little over-enthusiastic. You enjoyed his expressions though. You loved seeing how he reacted to your touch and how he scrunched up his face as he came, it was unbelievably cute.
You smiled as he came down from his orgasm, moving back up the bed to lie next to him. He was still steadying his breathing as you rested your head on his chest.
“Was that ok?”, you giggled.
He kissed your head as he wrapped his arm around you.
“More than ok”, he chuckled.
You grinned as he reached over to turn off his bedside light.
“I’ll return the favour tomorrow”, he whispered, giving you goosebumps.
“Did you sleep well?”, your mother asked you at breakfast the next morning.
“Very well…”, you replied, avoiding eye-contact with her.
You glanced at Sam who was sitting beside you. He grinned as he took a sip of his orange juice.
You felt his hand move to your thigh, slowly tracing his thumb in a circle.
“Have you got any plans for today?”, your mom asked you. “You could take Sam to see the local church?”.
You felt Sam’s hand begin to slide up your thigh and you struggled to think.
“Um… Yeah!”, you said. “That would be nice”.
Sam reached the top of your thigh and pulled your legs apart.
“I’d love to see it”, he said to your mother.
You squirmed a little in your seat as his fingers began to move towards your centre.
“Y/N was baptised there. It’s a beautiful little place”, your mom continued.
Your heart rate picked up as he continued to edge closer to your core. This was so wrong but you wanted him so badly you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. Suddenly, Sam’s fingers began tracing your clit through your pyjama pants.
“Shit”, you breathed quietly. You saw Sam smile out of the corner of your eye. You would get him back for this.
“Language, y/n”, your mother said, looking at you suspiciously.
You shifted so that Sam’s hand was beneath you.
“Sorry, I bit my tongue”, you bluffed.
Sam chuckled before starting a new conversation with your parents.
“So when did you move here?”, he asked as you began to roll your hips against his hand, his fist rubbing against your clit with each movement.
Your father lowered his newspaper and you quickly stopped, aware that your actions would be obvious from where he was sitting.
“Well it must have been 20 years ago”, he said. “We fell in love with the place on the first visit”.
Sam moved his fingers against you again and you let out a small gasp of pleasure, instantly blushing as your parents looked at you.
“Are you alright, y/n?”, your mother asked.
Your voice shook a little as you spoke.
“Sorry, mom, I’m not feeling well”, you said, deciding you had to move this somewhere else. “I think I’ll go and lie down for a bit”.
Sam stood up as you left and excused himself saying he should make sure that you’re ok.
You made it up the stairs before Sam scooped you up, carrying you back to bed.
“Sam, that was so not funny”, you muttered as he set you down.
“It was kind of funny”, he chuckled.
You shook your head disapprovingly at him before he moved in to kiss you, pushing you back against the pillows.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist it”, he argued.
He pulled your pants off of you before thrusting his fingers into you making you gasp.
As he pumped his fingers, he was quickly able to find your g-spot and he made sure he curled his fingers to hit it each time.
“Oh shit!!”, you moaned, gripping his hair as he kissed you again.
Sam moved further down the bed and spread your legs wider as he settled between them.
You watched him in anticipation as he lowered his head to your core, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you.
Next thing you knew, his tongue was flicking against your clit making you see stars.
“Holy fuck, Sam”, you called out before grabbing a cushion from behind you and bringing it to your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds you were making.
You felt the pressure begin to build inside you, his mouth and his fingers working steadily to bring you to your climax.
You bucked your hips against him as he sucked delicately and he brought his spare hand up under your shirt to massage your breasts.
The combination of everything finally pushed you to the edge and you shut your eyes tightly, awaiting the rush of pleasure.
“Oh my god, Sammy!”, you said, squirming against him as he tried to keep you still.
“Cum for me, sweetheart”, he ordered before returning his lips to your core.
His command was all you needed to fall over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you as he continued to finger you through it. You practically screamed into the pillow which you still held tightly over your mouth.
“Jesus Christ!”, you moaned as he pushed you through your climax, renewing it each time he pressed on your g-spot.
You laughed as you came down and Sam looked at you, confused.
“What’s up?”, he asked, intrigued by your giggles.
“I think we definitely need a visit to church after that”, you sighed.
He chuckled as he pulled your pants back up, kissing you through the material and making his way back up your body, his lips lingering on every inch of you before finally arriving back at your lips.
You kissed him desperately, tasting yourself on his tongue.
He pulled back to look at you.
“I think I’m already in heaven”, he said making you laugh.
It’s not what he expected at first. The pain. Dean had always known death was painful, but this was different.
It wasn’t like Sam’s or Bobby’s or anyone else’s. It was empty, hollow and utterly numb.
The first week was a blur. No, more like a buzz. The buzz of alcohol, the buzz of voices around him, the buzz of his mind as it tried to handle the situation.
He knew Cas needed to be buried. Sam insisted on a pyre but Dean reeled at the thought. Cas, burning. He’d already seen that once.
Dean remembered crying silently, in the darkness of his room. He didn’t want Sam to see — to see how not okay he was. He’d finally cracked one night when, at Dean’s insistence, they cast a preservation spell on Cas’s body. The tears had flowed then, endlessly streaking his face and reddening his already tired eyes. And sleep didn’t help, and neither did drinking. Nothing would.
Prompt: I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth
Word Count: 2400
Tags/Triggers: Sam is a kid when this starts, but is sixteen before anything sexual happens, Sam wears panties, blowjobs, pining
A/N: This quote makes me ache. I hope you enjoy it! XOXO
Dean loses his virginity when Sam is eleven years old. Sam knows that to be true, because Dean told him. Dean tells him everything, always has, and Sam has never minded before. It always made him feel older, made him feel special to have secrets that other kids his age hadn’t discovered yet. And it always made him feel close to Dean.
A/N: This is the first fic I’ve posted since May. I feel so dirty. Plus, this is a rewrite of one of my marvel fics, called ‘Unexpectedly’. I haven’t had the mojo to write anything new lately, so I wanted to put some content out for you guys. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think! ♥
“Y/N,” Sam started, walking towards you with the first aid kit you kept in your bathroom. “Do you mind cleaning up Dean?”
Looking up from your laptop, you raised your eyebrow at him. You were a bit squeamish with blood, but you couldn’t deny a request from Sam. He extended the box out to you, a sweet smile on his face. Being around Dean always gave you mixed emotions. You were extremely attracted to him, there was no denying that, but their lives were complicated. Seeing him hurt like you knew he was right now, would only put your fears into perspective. With a soft sigh, you closed your laptop and stood up.
Summary: Sam and Eileen spend a night together after an unplanned meeting. I am sailing this ship hard.
Word Count: 2400
A/N: Hope y’all are in the mood for some Saileen. XOXO
Sam recognizes Eileen from the punch she’s throwing. He can’t see her face, but he doesn’t need to. He can see her in the graceful push of her arm, in the whip-sharp way it cuts through the air and connects with the thing’s jaw. The vampire hits the brick wall with a loud thud, crumpling just a little before throwing his own punch. She ducks just in time.
Sam actually stops to watch for a second. He’d wondered if she’d be here, since it was an obvious case and close to the town where she had an apartment, one she called home most of the time.
Summary: Sex. Just…hot, fast, and hard. If you’re looking for plot, this isn’t the fic for you.
Word Count: 1383
Warnings: See summary. Also, about ten million f-bombs.
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Her back is pressed up against the wall, my forearm across her chest. She’s breathing heavy, I’m breathing heavy. Just a minute ago we wanted to claw each other’s eyes out, but now? Now I hear myself asking her, “Can I-?” And she says “Yeah.” That’s it. Just ‘yeah’. One little word that changes everything. And now my fingers are sliding up under her too-short skirt, the one I was mad at her for wearing earlier. My fingers are running over the lace of her panties and I’m groaning. I shouldn’t be, because I was angry as a polecat thirty seconds ago. She’s the only person on this earth that can me so goddamn crazy.
She’s up against that wall and her cheeks are pink, her teeth worrying her lower lip. I’m thinking about kissing those lips, but that’s a line that maybe we shouldn’t cross. A bigger line than my fingers up her skirt. A line I’m not sure we can cross and recover from. But fuck it, I’m horny, she’s horny, we both need fucking release. This job, it’s bringing out the worst in all of us. So screw it. I’m all in.
be a 7 part series with each part related to one of the “seven deadly sins”
A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone so long. What’s it been now? 6 months?
That’s too long! But I’m back. Giving you a new 7 part series. I figured y’all
would want some steamy smut to start with. Usually I would work up to this but
there’s plenty more opportunities to sprinkle a little more smut into this
series. Hope you enjoy and don’t forget, feedback is always nice!
Summary: You and Dean have been working together for a few months. You
knew each other as kids and you’ve been nursing a crush on him for a long time.
You finally let him know how you feel and things start to get hot.
Warning: Smut / just assume
all the smutty things are going to be touched on (pun intended) in this first
part :) You may need a cold shower after this one
of Dean’s aftershave, mixed with worn leather and whiskey, causes your knees to
feel a little weaker and your mind to drift off into what-if’s and different,
possibly inappropriate, scenarios with him. He’s been standing too close to you
this whole time and in this little cubicle you really couldn’t blame him.
we’re getting nowhere” Dean’s rough voice broke you from your trance and
brought you back to reality.
he’s been questions just keeps answering with “umms” and “uhhs” and you can
tell by Dean’s tight jaw and stiff stance that he’s had enough of it. You can
see Dean’s fists start to ball up, his knuckles turning white.
you put your hand on Dean’s arm, hoping it will bring his blood pressure down a
little “why don’t we just go back to the sheriff’s department and see if they
have any new evidence?” you asked Dean in a clam but stern voice.
When the reader receives upsetting news from home at a Supernatural convention, Jensen steps in to save the day.
A/N: I realized after I wrote a bunch of this that 1) it doesn’t fit with actual convention stuff and 2) it’s totally and completely unrealistic but bear with me kids. Besides, even if it would never happen in real life, I think we all kinda wish it would, right?
There was an excited buzz about the convention hall. Any minute now, Louden Swain would come out on stage for the Saturday Night Special Concert, and you couldn’t wait. Your first convention had already been incredible so far, and you knew it could only get better. Sure, you might not have gotten an autograph or a photo op, or had the best ticket in the world. But just being around people you had something in common with and who loved Supernatural as much as you did made your first experience magical.
Suddenly, a roaring cheer erupted from the crowd as Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas filtered into the hall through the speakers. The noise level was so deafening you could hardly hear yourself think, and yet you sang along anyway. It felt as if everyone at the convention had joined together to jam out to the official unofficial theme song of Supernatural, and the thought made you smile.
Tumultuous applause rose from the fans as Richard, Rob, Matt, Mark, and the rest of Louden Swain came bounding up onto the stage. The boys hammed it up for the audience in between songs, and even brought out some special guests from the show to perform with the band. In your opinion, the best part was when Jensen came out and performed Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Simple Man.” Your smile never wavered the entire time, and you laughed and clapped along with everyone else.