Mick Jagger and
Bianca Perez-Mora Macias
on their wedding day in
Saint-Tropez, France on May 12, 1971.
The couple had a
a Roman Catholic ceremony at St. Anne’s Church. They separated in 1977 and in May 1978, Bianca filed for divorce on the grounds of his adultery. She later said, “My marriage ended on my wedding day”.
A witch’s curse hexes the three Winchester men and reader, leading to a night of desire that would change things forever.
Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Threesome (NO Wincest), Fingering, Language, Dom!John, discussion of being high, dirty talk, orgasm denial, squirting, spanking, mention of a panic attack, Feels, A lil fluff, lack of protection, canon divergence. To be clear- the characters have all consented to all sexual acts in this story.
This fic had a mind of its own but I love it. I hope you do too :)
The Impala rolled into a parking space on the street and Sam killed the engine. I straightened the sleeves of my navy fed suit, and looked over at him.
“You really think she’s going to know anything?” Sam pestered, looking through the window.
“Witnesses said two of the victims had been here to see her for readings.” I responded, climbing out of the car. I patted my jacket pocket to make sure I still had my fake FBI badge. “She does readings on love and relationships.”
Sam rolled his eyes as we walked up the sidewalk to the old house.
“What if she’s really psychic then? She’ll know we’re hunters.” Sam suggested sarcastically as he looked over his shoulder to the street.
“Then we’ll improvise. It’ll be fine, Sam.” I responded, looking around the front porch. A bright Psychic Reader sign lit up the front window.