spn fluff

Castiel/Teacher

Author’s Note: Smutty part two, as requested! If ya’ll want it, I’ll write it:*

Thank you @dontshootmespence, @wayward-dean-girl, @vickiq9761, @skrratata, @taylorchwan, @silverbulletsandredsigils, @chameleah86, @eurusholmmes, @webcricket, @ilovetaquitosmmmm, and @kdfrqqg for the feedback in part one!

Warnings: Smut, cursing

Summary: Cas asked, now it’s up to you to teach. Picks up right where my last Castiel imagine ended;}

Originally posted by lgbtfangirl

*Not my gif*

Castiel’s hands were still holding your thighs, albeit gently than before. His words echoed in your mind.

He had more questions?

You tried and failed to keep the ghost of a smile off your lips. “Like what?”

Cas opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His eyes dipped momentarily to your lips and below before slowly returning to your eyes.

“I…” he swallowed. “I think that you are extremely beautiful. I think that you are brave, and strong, and kind, and everything good humanity has to offer. I think…”

Heat flushed in your chest. “You think what, Cas?”

“I think I love you.”

A huge smile broke out of your face.

“But not like I love Sam and Dean,” he clarified, and you couldn’t help the giggle you let out.

“I love you too, Cas.” You cupped Castiel’s face in your hands. “You have no idea.”

For a few moments you simply stared at eachother, mesmerized at each of your own luck.

“You’re beautiful, Cas.”

Castiel’s smile faltered. “It’s really just a vessel, I -”

“No Cas, you’re beautiful. You are not a vessel, you’re an angel - literally. Your spirit and your smile and who you are, that’s what’s beautiful.”

A goofy smile lit up Castiel’s face.

“I love you,” you chuckled, ruffling his hair.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you my question?”

“Of course, Cas.”

Castiel’s eyes once again drifted to your lips. “Dean told me there’s ‘fucking and there’s loving’. I want to learn how to love you.”

You flushed. “You mean…”

Castiel returned his eyes to yours. “If you want me, yes.”

You didn’t even need to think about it.

“Yes, Cas.” You ran your thumb over Castiel’s bottom lip, smiling when his eyes fluttered shut. Your free hand threaded through his soft, messy hair, massaging his scalp. “What do you want me to teach you?”

“T-tell me…” Cas gulped, struggling to focus on his words. “Tell me if I’m doing things right.”

“Okay,” you smiled, leaning in and brushes your lips against his. You were pleasantly surprised when Cas forcefully pushed up to meet you, eagerly moving his lips with yours. You let out a soft hum when he softly prodded you lips with his tongue, opening your mouth for him. You tilted your head when his tongue entered your mouth, desperate to feel him deeper.

You pulled back reluctantly, giggling when Castiel’s lips tried to follow yours.

You leaned back, lifting your shirt over your head and flushing when Castiel’s eyes lowered to your breasts. He glanced up at you, tentatively leaning forward. Once he recognized the longing in your eyes, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips over your heart.

You kept your hands in his hair as he gently kissed his way down your cleavage. He cautiously reached behind you, fumbling with the clasp of your bra. You froze when the article dropped in between you, his eyes glued to your now naked chest. Then he moved in, slowly and carefully, taking your left breast into his mouth.

“Cas,” you whined, cradling his head against your chest.

He pulled away, pouting up at you.

“Later,” you promised. “Do you want to wait, or just do it?”

Castiel pressed another kiss to your chest. “Later?”

“Definitely.”

Satisfied with your promise, Castiel began *adorably* struggling to maneuver your jeans off of you.

You giggled, climbing off him. You shimmied out of the denim, watching has Cas struggled to rid himself of his clothes while his eyes stayed glued to you.

When he finally managed to remove his pants and boxers, you stepped up to unbutton his shirt.

You went slowly, eyes glued to his now exposed crotch, a sudden excitement bubbling in your chest.

You pushed his shirt down his shoulders, returning to gaze to his. “Do you want me on top?”

Cas swallowed. “No…I want to do it. I’ll be careful.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “I’m not worried, Cas.”

You moved behind him, laying down on the bed and watching as he crawled over you.

He pressed his lips to yours, tenderly kissing you. He ran the tips of his fingers down your body, stopping when he reached your slit. He swallowed your moan when he slipped not one, not two, but three long fingers into you. He curled them experimentally, smiling with pride against your mouth when you squirmed beneath him. He began curling them faster, pumping in and out harder the more you moved. As you began to climb higher towards your orgasm, you grabbed his wrist.

“W-wait, Cas,” you panted.

Concern flooded the angel’s face. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

“No no,” you caught your breath. “I want you to…uh…be in me so we both…uh…go at the same time.”

It took a moment, but understanding crossed Castiel’s face.

He shifted his body over you, reaching down to lead himself to your entrance. He pushed in slowly, dropping his face to your neck and letting out a low whine.

You rubbed his back, closing your eyes. “You got this, Cas. I trust you.”

Cas shuddered, pushing himself in all the way to the hilt, and then slowly pulling back. He started slow, but as your moans and his own pleasure urged him on, he began an almost inhuman pace. He grunted in your ear with every snap of his hips, his hands fisting into the blankets on either side of your head. You gripped his shoulders, eager to get him just a bit deeper.

“Am…am I -” Cas tried to speak, his words lost in his inability to concentrate.

“Yeah, you are.” You grinned, stroking his hair.

You felt him begin to hit into you harder, his hips smacking loudly into yours.

You came suddenly, out of the blue. You were clenching down hard on Cas, and he followed soon after. He collapsed on top of you, whimpering in your ear.

You waited until you were both completely still and down from your highs, and then you spoke.

“Hey Cas?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“If you have any more questions, any…please come ask me as soon as you think of them.”

You felt Cas smile into your neck.

“I will.”

Nice to Meet You

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

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Stripped Bare

Title: Stripped Bare

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary: The reader plays strip poker with Dean.

Characters: Demon!Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  2801

Warnings:  canon typical violence, nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: Written for @deansdirtyduchess Birthday/1000 Follower celebration. My prompt was strip poker.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by the-captain-destiel

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Baby’s Big 50 Masterlist

Wow. Just wow!

It all started with this post, inviting folks to use a song prompt to write a Baby-centric fic in honor of her 50th birthday.

Thank you so much to each and every writer that participated. I am blown away by the interest in this writing challenge and by all the creative work that everyone contributed.

I hope you are able to set aside some time to go through and read these amazing pieces of work.


Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector


No Pairing:

Dean:

Sam:

Cas:

Wincest:

Lucifer:

Multiple Pairs/Ships:

  • All You Need is Love @impalasutra John x Mary, Dean x Lisa, Sam x OFC, then Choose your Winchester x Reader, smut through and through, with some humor and sweetness 

Watch for fics to be added from:

@sunriserose1023 @little-red-83 @wideawakeandwriting @kayteonline @helvonasche @hanginwithmanerds 

Dean Winchester/Sex Banshee

Author’s Note: Sorry not sorry this was just on my mind…actually super proud of thisXD

Summary: You question why Dean is so quiet in bed, and once he explains it, he promises he won’t hold back one more beautiful sound.

Warnings: Smut af, cursing

Originally posted by born-to-be-his-baby88

*Not my gif*

Sex with Dean Winchester was nothing short of amazing.

He never seemed to disappoint in stamina, always gave as well as recieved, and never ceased to give the best warm cuddles afterwards, whispering how much he loved you in your ear.

You knew you truly had no reason to complain, but you couldn’t help but have one tiny problem…

Well, it was more of an insecurity than a problem.

Dean never made any sound during sex, apart from the occasional grunt as he came. He never moaned or whimpered or groaned or cried out, in fact, it looked like he was trying his damn hardest not to.

Like right now.

Even through the intense pleasure coursing through you as Dean slammed his hips into yours at a fierce pace.

His eyes were shut tight, his face scrunched up and red to the point he looked almost in pain. Every few moments he’d inhale sharply, almost as if he was holding his breath.

“D-Dean,” you choked out, gripping his shoulders. “Hold on, baby. H-hold on.”

Dean’s eyes popped open, concern etched across his face. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Your face flushed, and you considered telling him nevermind, suddenly embarrassed.

“I just - I…”

You couldn’t back out, you had to tell him now.

“You’re so quiet.”

You had expected Dean to raise an eyebrow, perhaps laugh or give you a funny look, something to tell you your observation was pointless, but to your shock, his face turned bright red.

“I…uh…I don’t…” he stuttered, his face growing more red with every sound he made. “I just don’t usually…”

You felt a rush of guilt crash over you. Clearly, you had made him uncomfortable some how. “It’s okay, D. I get it.”

Dean blinked. “You do?”

“Yeah…” you swallowed. “I can try something else, maybe me on top or from behind or…I don’t know, just something to make it better for-”

“Wait wait wait.” Dean cut you off. “You think I’m quiet because it doesn’t feel good?”

“Well…” you furrowed your brows. “Yeah.”

Dean stared at you bewildered. “Y/N…no, that’s not it at all. I just…” He took a deep breath. “It’s embarrassing.”

You cocked your head, reaching up and stroking a hand through his short hair. “What’s embarrassing?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yeah, Dean. I can’t be the only one screaming,” you teased.

Dean chuckled, an awkward lopsided smile tugging at his lips. “Okay. But don’t laugh.”

“I promise.”

“Alright…when I first started…uh…masturbating,”

You giggled.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”

“Even horny giggles?”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Horny giggles?”

“Anything I do from this point on is horny.” You gestured between you, “As you can see, you are still very deep in me. This is going to be a hard conversation to keep serious,”

Dean chuckled. “If I gotta try, you gotta try. Anyway, when I first started to masturbate I made really…loud noises. And uh…I got teased for it.”

“Teased for being vocal?”

“Yup. They used to call me a uh…sex banshee…”

You struggled not to giggle at the name. “They?”

“Old friends, you know how guys are.”

“Stupid?”

“Yeah that.”

“Dean…” you chewed your lip. There was only one way to show Dean you wanted - no, needed - him to let loose. “Do you remember that time Cas asked you about the pizza man porno and he pulled it up in front of us and Sam?”

“Uh, yeah.” Dean looked confused.

“Do you remember the sounds that man was making?”

“Well I mean, I’m a guy, so…I usually try not to notice other guys in pornos…or in any situation…”

“Shut up, Dean. Anyway…the noises he was making were absolutely crazy. I mean moaning, groaning, grunting…the works.”

You ran the hand not touching his hair up his chest and to his shoulders, gently massaging him.

“I’ve never been that interested in porn, but that…that was something else.”

You raised your hips just enough to feel Dean sink slightly deeper into you, and grinned as he shuddered.

“I mean I just about came on the spot. Don’t you like it when I make noises? When I moan or cry out for you?”

Dean swallowed. “Yeah…yeah I do…”

“I don’t care what anyone ever said to you, a man moaning is hot. I just want to hear you, Dean. Will you let me? Sam isn’t here, neither is Cas or Jack or your mom. It’s just us, baby.”

“Y/N, I…”

It was a dirty trick, but you didn’t care. You were desperate to hear those sex banshee moans he was telling you about. You thrust your hips up without warning, then grabbed his firm ass to keep him in place.

The noise that fell from Dean’s lips shocked you.

It was a choked cry, something you never could have imagined from him. He clamped his jaw shut quickly, as if he was trying to take back the sound.

“Oh shit,” you breathed. “Can you…oh shit if you make noises like that…I don’t think I’m gonna last long…”

“You thought…you thought that was hot?”

“That was ridiculous. Like…holy shit please tell me there’s more where that came from,”

Dean grinned, pride swelling in his chest. “If you want it you got it, baby.” He shifted slightly, pulling back his hips and getting ready to thrust back in. “You ready?”

You beamed, excitement stirring in your stomach. “Give it to me, D.”

Dean closed his eyes, getting ready.

For the first time ever, you and Dean both cried out.

When his hips slammed into yours, the impact was so hard it knocked you up a few inches on the bed.

Dean began a relentless pace, slamming into you hard and past and merciless. With every snap of his hips he let out a delicious cry, and it was so overwhelming all you could get out was a squeak.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhh…..”

You could hardly believe the sounds coming from him as he pounded you, and the louder he got, the harder you clenched around him.

“Hoooooly shit, D,” you cried, raking your nails down his back. “Baby keep going.”

The heat in your stomach was almost overwhelming now, the combination of Dean’s thrusts and his cries igniting a fire in you.

Dean dropped his head to the crook of your neck, somehow making an even hotter noise then before. He continued his hard thrusts, loud, low whines falling from his lips right beside your ear.

“Oh Dean…” you moaned, your voice shaky as the sounds and thrusts stirred a heat in you.

“Uuuuhhhhh…mmm…fuuuuck…” Dean began to thrust faster, rubbing and hitting all the right places.

You began to clench down on him, your hands reaching to grab his ass and pull him faster into you. He reached down, viciously rubbing your clit under you were chanting his name.

“Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean - ooohhh!” You practically screamed for him as your orgasm washed over you, your arms and legs tingling and your vision filling with white spots.

Now usually, Dean would finish as your pussy began to flutter, and you’d ride out your orgasm as he finished his. But this time…

It wasn’t a moan or a grunt or a cry, it was a wail.

A full out wail of your name, like nothing you’d ever heard. It was loud and slurred and so fucking hot. You screamed at the sound, a second orgasm crashing over you so hard you almost passed out. And then you felt it.

You squirted all over him, crying out as he whimpered in your ear, the sound almost coming out as sobs.

He thrusted slowly and sloppily into you, riding out his high with barely enough strength to pull out far enough to push back in. When he finally stilled, panting and laying almost all of his weight on top of you, he let out a long groan.

“Holy fucking shit.” He panted, propping himself up on his elbows. “Did you…did you just squirt?”

“I…I think so,” you breathed, eyes closed as you lay under him.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” Dean rumbled, bringing his lips to yours. His tongue delved into your mouth, devouring everything you had to offer. You moaned, stroking up and down his spine with one hand and cupping his face with the other.

“I didn’t either,” you mumbled against his lips.

“If I’d have known you’d like it that much I would have tried to sound like an idiot way sooner,”

You smirked. “Baby you got a lot of time to make up for now, my big handsome sex banshee.”

Writing is Hard, part 6: SEX

Summary: Dean and the reader have sex. Finally. FINALLY.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 4250ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And the quotes are from my own Faking It series, in case anyone was curious. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


“You knew he didn’t quite understand why you found it so hot, but Dean had never seen himself leaning over the engine in a tight, sweaty t-shirt, hands and forearms covered in grease as he worked.”

Dean’s outside working on the Impala, and you’re reading fics about just that. Apparently, Dean working on the Impala is the hottest thing to ever grace the fandom (aside from his lips…and his green eyes…and his cocky swagger that is really just hiding adorable and unnecessary insecurity…and Jesus, these people are thorough), and you’re curious. In your actual experience with Dean, working on the Impala is just a nuisance. You have to wait longer to get on the road, Dean takes forever to scrub himself clean afterward, and for the next few hours, everything smells like metal and oil covered up by motel soap. Why do people find that so hot?

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I'll have some gay with that honey, please
  • Cas: Want some honey?
  • Dean: *chokes* *looks down* Oh, uh. Haha sure, <b>babe</b>
  • Dean: *looks up and sees Cas slowly pushing a jar of honey towards him*
  • Dean: *looks into the camera like he's on the fucking office*
Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

Originally posted by spn-spam

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The Secret’s Out

Summary: You and Sam have been secretly dating for months now and Dean still hasn’t caught on. Until some fun between the two of you leads to you getting caught after all. Oops.

Sam x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: Smut, language, fingering, handjob, oral (male receiving), bit of Dom!Sam. NSFW! 18+ only, please!

A/N: This is for @shadow-hokage who requested the following:

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by frozen-delight


“Get some rest, kiddo. We’ll be back at the bunker soon.” Dean assured you as you were trying to get comfortable in the backseat of Baby. Thankfully, nobody had gotten hurt on this particular hunt but you were all drop-dead tired and ready to be back home. Dean only got a mumbled response from you and he chuckled, shaking his head, as he started up the Impala and headed out of town, his music playing at a decent sound level.

You sighed, unable to get settled as you leaned against the door, wrapping your arms around yourself and curling up on the seat, getting Sam’s attention. He looked into the back and frowned from his seat upfront with Dean and he sighed. Dean glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, raising a brow.

“Pull over a minute, Dean.” Dean peered in the rear-view mirror and saw how restless you were and he nodded, doing as Sam asked. It wasn’t unusual for you to need to lean on one of them when you couldn’t sleep as they knew you were still plagued by nightmares now and then, needing some sort of contact to help ground you.

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The One With The Picture

Title: The One With A Picture

Summary: The reader stumbles upon Dean’s biggest secret. Dean’s not happy about it. He thinks…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 500 (look at me, I can drabble!)

Warnings: Uh, language, I guess. And so much fluff, guys. So much fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my sumbission for @trexrambling Daring Drabbles. My dear Jess, congratulations on your milestone and thank you so much for letting me participate (see how I was on schedule this time, even I can’t believe it lol.)

Special thank you to my wonderful twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with this. I wouldn’t have come up with this story if it weren’t for her (shocking, I know).

My prompt for this was the world “befuddled” and has been inserted into the fic.

Enjoy <3

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel


Dean keeps a picture of you in his wallet.

It’s an old photograph, a fading reminder of all those mornings you’d spend at Bobby’s back yard, back when the world wasn’t such a complicated place.

Sunshine sweeps over your face while you’re sitting on the hood of the Impala, mug of coffee in hand, laughing at something Dean’s said. It’s loud and warm, a real laugh that makes your eyes crinkle and shine, and you wonder if you can still laugh like that after everything you’ve been through.

But that’s not the point.

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Courage

Requested ages ago by @grace-for-sale​. Hope you like it!

Summary: AU in which Dean and Cas are both high school teachers. Dean has a crush, but no courage to do anything about it.

Word Count: 1600ish

Warnings: None. I wrote something without smut. What??


“You’re late, Mr. Winchester.”

“The bell was literally ringing as you said that, Lydia,” Dean smiles. “I think we can all let it slide.”

Lydia smiles back and starts sharpening her pencil in the sharpener by the door, where she’s clearly been waiting for him. “I can let it slide,” she agrees, “since you were just out there talking to Mr. Novak.”

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Dating Castiel would include:

Originally posted by magneticcas

·        Awkward hand-holding in public

·         Light cheek kisses when you get a side glance from a guy in public

·         Deep, passionate, all-tongue kisses when someone checks you out at a bar

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Dean’s Favorite Flannel

Title:  Dean’s Favorite Flannel

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary:  You borrow Dean’s flannel.

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1706

Warnings:  Explicit language, explicit sexual content, nsfw, smut, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @wayward-marvel-sommer1196 and her Sommer’s Favorite Things Writing Challenge. My prompt was “flannel” and I had to use the number 20 somewhere in the story.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by painfulblisss

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Forever Loyal

(gif belongs to charlie-bradcherry)

Title: Forever Loyal

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Crowley

Word Count: 858

Warnings: death of a character, there are no spoilers because I made my own ending to last night’s episode, small amount of fluff. *The gif I guess could be counted as a spoiler?*

A/N: I said I was going to do it, so I did it. You all get some special treatment today!! Enjoy this extra fic! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3

Crowley smirked at Lucifer as the fallen archangel fell to his knees.  Lucifer withered in pain and all Crowley could do was chuckle.  He had big plans to torture Lucifer.  Crowley wasn’t going to spare Lucifer, not one bit.

“Do you remember [Y/N],” Crowley asked Lucifer, his tone snarky.  “She’s your soul mate isn’t she?  Pretty little thing she is.”

“Keep your hands off of her Crowley,” Lucifer seethed as he clutched his stomach.

“It’s more like she can’t keep her hands off of me,” Crowley mused, his eyes traveling to the door of the thrown room.  His smirk grew as you opened the door to the throne room.  “Oh look who’s here.”

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Soft Cas eating a watermelon, I don’t have an explanation for this and I don’t need one

To make it clear, no, I still can’t draw hands nor feet

Early Riser

Title: Early Riser

Summary: Sam likes to get up early, you do not. You decide to convince him to come back to bed.    

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1334

Warnings: explicit language, nsfw, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  Written for the 100 Kinks List,  #33 - Morning Sex; requested by an anonymous requester

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Angels in the Bunker

Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Lucifer x Reader (you’ll see *wink wonk*)

Word Count: 1,580

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: This was requested by @averagegaykid! I loved writing this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! I hope you’ve all enjoyed Satan Sunday this week!! I love you all so much!!

You assembled the four angels, all of them standing together in front of you.  They all towered over you, which was one of the reasons you recruited their help.  While the Winchesters were gone, you were going to decorate the bunker for Christmas.  It was not an easy task to do by yourself.  

You had them each bring along different decorations.  Balthazar was to get the Christmas tree, and the ornaments for it.  Gabriel was supposed to get lights for the tree, along with stockings.  Castiel was sent to get candy for the stockings, along with candy canes for the tree.  You asked Lucifer to bring one thing, garland.  You knew Lucifer was not a fan of Christmas, but he could never say no to you.

“Alright my angels,” you smiled.  “We only have the rest of today and a little bit of tomorrow to decorate the bunker.  Dean and Sam don’t take long on hunts.  They’ll be even quicker when they realize this is just a ruse.”

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Control Me

Word count: 1,479

Warning: smut, dom!Sam, teasing, masturbating (male)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @dadd11e for your request! Sorry it took so long!

Sam thinks the reader has feelings for Dean but finds out that they are actually for him. Leads to rough sex and them getting together.

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Sam’s POV

My eyes 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.

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Home

Title: Home

Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)

Word count: 1418

Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.

My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”  from Parks And Recreation

Enjoy <3

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill


Dean isn’t sure he knows what having a home feels like.

He remembers he used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.

He never settled after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after all, knows that, for most people, home is where the heart is.

That’s the thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can be measured. His heart, he knows, is not at one place; it’s strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that are still around.

So, yeah, perhaps Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala. There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers, he feels free.

And yet, there’s something missing.

He can feel it in moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.

And then, he sees her.

She’s fallen asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in her hand and she’s so beautiful and stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.

“You’re disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You know that, right?”

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Imperfect Celestial (Castiel x Reader)

Plot: Cas doesn’t understand why the reader feels so insecure. Why should she? To him, she’s the most beautiful thing in the Universe.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warning: Selfhate, Cas being a sweetheart, almost smut (Winchesters be cockblocking), lots and lots of fluff, angst

(In this fic, all the crap with April and Meg didn’t happen but I still hardcore ship Megstiel. I apologize because this is crappy.


Also look how pretty he is in the gif!)

Originally posted by thearronaut

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