stop it right now sam

Good Little Angel

Word count: 2,034

Warning: smut, little bit of fluff, teasing, dom!Lucifer, sub!Lucifer

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request!

Lucifer has to help the Winchesters but there is some awkwardness when Y/N realises that he is an old hook up of hers. Leads to some passionate sex and a lot of teasing and self-denial.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“We’re working with you, not because we want to, but because we have to.” Dean sighed.

You were currently sitting beside an agitated Sam who was trying his best not to look over the table at none other than Lucifer himself.

“It’s good to see you guys too.” Lucifer grinned. You scoffed. Immediately his head spun round to see you, now trying to sink into your seat subtly. “Oh I know you love having me around Y/N. You find me irresistible.” He almost sneered at you.

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A hand trailed the small of his back, making Sam wake from his half sleep. It was still dark outside, but the silhouette of his brother was familiar as always.

Sam pinched his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Dean only continued stroking Sam. If it was like any other night —and Sam was sure that it wasn't— he wouldn’t say anything for a long time.

“If I weren’t your brother”, Dean whisperes, repeating the words Sam had used to corrupt him years ago. “I’d fuck you awake right now.”

Sam has to stop himself from letting a sound slip out. He always had a trouble not inviting Dean to do whatever he wanted to. Sam wouldn’t mind. Sam would love it.

“I’d go in dry to wake you up real good”, Dean mumbles, softly laying himself down on the side of Sam’s queen. They hadn’t shared a bed in many years, but it felt familiar to have Dean’s body right next to him, even if it was ten years older than the last time.

A hand pushed away some of the hair that was hanging in front of Sam’s face. It was so affectionate, but at the same time so wrong, knowing that Dean would do this while fucking Sam.

“Or maybe I’d stick my dick down your throat. Cut off your air supply and have you wake up choking on my cock.”

A tiny moan slipped it’s way out of Sam’s mouth and Sam resisted the urge to rub himself against the matress.

He doesn’t think about his needs a second later, when he hears the sloppy sound of jerking off.

Dean was jerking off right next to him.

“When you were a kid you’d let me do anything to you”, Dean mumbled. “Hated every second I used you, but the look on your face when you got fucked… Holy shit.”

The jerks became faster and Sam just got harder and harder, his erection trapped between him and the mattress.

“Then, it was okay”, Dean said, pumping his dick slower, edging on that sweet, sweet orgasm that waited. “We weren’t brothers, not really. But now I am your brother and I don’t wanna mess that up.”

Sam wanted to scoff and roll his eyes, but stayed quiet instead. Dean is quiet as well, the silence growing over as Dean finally shoots his load, conjuring images of young Sam fucking himself on Dean’s cock.

“But, holy fuck”, Dean says as a final thing. “You used to be such a slut for your brothers cock.”

He closes his eyes, therefore missing when Sam’s eyes snap wide open. A tiny gulp is heard, and in a hoarse voice Sam says

“Still am, big brother.”

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anonymous asked:

Poly relationship between Sam Chloe and Mark?

Hm, while I think this is a rad idea to explore in fic, etc., Sam is still getting used to being romantically interested in anyone and it will probably surprise no one to hear that Mark is not particularly good at sharing. And if Chloe was interested in Sam romantically, she would have said something by this point. The girl is not quiet about it when she falls for someone. 

Castiel’s Creations

Characters: Cas x Pregnant!Reader, Sam, Dean

Summary: The reader is pregnant with Castiel’s children and reveals the genders to her brothers

Words: 995

Warnings: As fluffy as an angel’s wings

A/N: Sorry it took so long! Thank you for bearing with me! I had to come up with the idea and make sure I didn’t turn it into angst! (Which was a bit hard to do) So for the sake of no angst, the reader conceived when Castiel was human.

Originally posted by ardysgurl

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Who is Cas?

mini-fic I wrote in thinking about Supernatural 12x11.


“Who is Cas again?” Dean stared at the sticky note with a blank face, none of the names having any associations at all to his hexed brain. His brows knitted together in concentration, trying to remember. It was like water running through his fingertips.

Sam sighed, more frustrated than annoyed. He had just gotten off the phone with Castiel and was waiting for Rowena. He didn’t want her involved but Cass agreed she was their best bet.

“Cas is your best friend.” Sam said for what felt like the hundredth time today. Dean kept going back to that name.

“How did I meet him?” Dean said with no enthusiasm. He seemed almost bored as he took a sip from the water bottle that was opened on the desk.

Sam laughed a short, alarmed laugh as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Umm. At work…I guess you could say…”

Dean cocked his head to the side and his brow drew down as if he was skeptical. “We work together?”

“Yeah, for about eight years now,” Sam said, discomfort creeping into his voice.

“Tell me about that,” Dean said as he looked over at his brother with the beginnings of interest.

Sam squirmed in his seat but knew he didn’t need Dean to get to stop trusting him or he might bolt and he’d never find him quickly in his condition. “Well, Cas worked for another….company….that was trying to recruit you to work for them. He got you out of….a really bad situation… and he was supposed to help recruit you but he found out the…company…wasn’t a good company to work for. They lied, were bad to their employees, etc. He eventually stopped you from working for them and he left too, and you two have been kind of inseparable ever since. Sometimes the company executives try to get Cas to come back and work for them and it always ends badly, but he is a really, really loyal friend to you.”

Dean cocked his head to the side and his finger tapped next to the name on the paper. “There’s more to it than that…It’s like…right on the tip of my tongue.” Dean rolled his eyes in frustration and squeezed his eyes shut. “Blue,” he said assuredly. “His name makes me think of blue.”

Sam quirked an eyebrow. Dean could barely remember anyone’s name or his own….”Blue is the color of his eyes and he’s always wore a blue tie.”

Dean shook his head adamantly. “That’s not it. Not all of it. But yeah…really, really blue eyes right? There’s something about his tie too…or was?”

Sam’s eyes widened more. He wondered if this wasn’t his opportunity to find out more about those two and their feelings. “Right, Dean! He used to wear his tie flipped around.”

“That’s weird…he’s kind of a weird, dorky guy huh?” Sam’s head shot up as Dean smiled softly.

“Dean…how do you feel when you think about Cas?” Sam said softly, without any words leading him on. He leaned his left elbow on the table and hunched over in his chair with an air of casual conversation. He felt tense however. Something was going with those two and he was going to find out what. For once Dean took his request seriously. He closed his eyes and sat calmly. Sam assumed he was thinking. Hell, maybe he’d forgotten how to open his eyes.

“Safe,” Dean said softly and Sam leaned in to hear him better. “I feel safe when I think about him, like he protects me? Like I can trust him.”

Sam nodded softly. “You trust him with your life. He’s saved you a lot…Anything else?”

Dean sighed again and rubbed his temples. “Peaceful. I feel really peaceful. That doesn’t make any sense…”

Sam nodded to himself. He knew when Dean was with Castiel he was different. He didn’t want to discourage Dean’s memories. He was remembering, even if it was only fragments. This would at least keep them busy and maybe slow down the loss until Rowena got there. “No, it does. Cas is….He’s…he’s kinda like your “guardian angel”, you know, watching over you,” Sam said, trying to lighten the mood with a soft laugh but Dean’s eyes flew open and they slowly drug over to Sam.

“My Angel,” Dean growled out softly. He leaned over and whispered, despite them being utterly alone in the hotel room. “He’s my Angel…like a real one…and he likes me…like, likes me likes me.”

Sam’s eyes widened with discomfort and alarm. He sat up rigidly in his chair. “Um, well, Angel I can say…yeah he is. The other part, I mean, I don’t know…” He trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“No, he does. We’ve talked…me and my Angel…but we both said my brother wouldn’t like it…he’d think I was choosing my Angel over my brother,” Dean said this all with calm assuredness that made Sam’s stomach tighten. Apparently Dean had forgotten who he was talking to for a moment but then he drug his eyes up to meet Sam’s again. “You’re my brother…Sam. I’m sorry. I forgot for a second.  We can stop talking about….Cas…right? We can stop talking about him now.”

“Dean…I…” Sam stuttered out.

“I said we can stop talking about him now, Sammy,” Dean said with venom creeping into his tone. He sat the paper down on the table and abruptly walked off from the desk.

“You called me Sammy…” Sam said quietly after some time had passed. “That’s your nickname for me.” Dean stood staring out the hotel window, the sun making him a dark silhouette. “Dean, listen, you may not remember this later but I wouldn’t…you know…mind, you and Cas together. I know I said some things about you putting others in front of me, but I never meant…”

Slowly, Dean turned around and looked blank faced at Sam. “Who are you, again?” Sam squeezed his eyes shut in pained frustration and stood up, sat Dean back down at the table, and showed him the list again. “I’m your brother, Sam. Mary Winchester is your mother. Castiel is…your best friend.”

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Couples Counseling- Part 2

Summary: What better way to investigate a marriage counselor (who may or may not be responsible for the death of six of her clients) than to go to marriage counseling? It’s just pretend right? No different than putting on the FBI suits. Of course, nothing ever goes according to plan, and Sam and Dean quickly get more than they bargained for.

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Warnings: Wincest, eventual smut (all the smut), slow burn, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 9,200

A/N: This is the second half! Hope you enjoy it, and I appreciate all the love you showed the first part! Feedback MUCH appreciated on this one! XOXO

MONDAY

“I got nothing.” Sam mutters to himself as he stares at the EMF meter, doing absolutely nothing in his hand. He looks up and shakes his head at Dean, who is currently flirting with Leah in the doorway of Dr. Sodhi’s office. He’s been there since he convinced her to let them into the office early, on the premise that Sam lost a glove, and they wondered if it might be in there.

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OH MY GOD everyone STOP whatever you’re doing right now and watch this Nathan/Sam video, it is literally EVERYTHING.
Prepare for overwhelming feels and tears.

Fields of Stars in Bloom

Pairing: Sam/Dean, references to Sam/Jess

Rating: Gen

Length: 1.8k

Summary: Sam is overcome with grief when he and Dean pass where Sam was going to propose to Jess on the way to a hunt. Dean comforts him. Written for madebyme_x the 2017 Spring Fling over at LJ.

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The past fifteen weeks have been stuffed full of silence. Dean’s not sure how to break it. They’re trapped in a fragile glass bubble, and if he chooses to pop it, they’ll be worse off.

Nothing makes the situation any better. He’s never felt more restless in his life. They tear up miles of highway, and never sit still for more than a couple of days, but stagnancy is creeping up on Dean, making the little hairs on the back of his neck itch.

The worst part about it all is how awkward he feels with Sam. They’re not strangers, never have been, but this kind of grief… Dean can’t understand, can’t touch it. If only Dad were here, he thinks for the millionth time, maybe he could help Sam cope.

Every time he wishes for an easy way to help Sam he wants to deck himself. Of course it’s not easy. Loss is ever easy. Their entire life is underscored by that exact damn sentence.

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Avengers Chatroom: Hold The Door
  • A/N: Game of thrones spoilers, if you haven't seen the latest episodes.
  • Clint has created a chatroom.
  • Clint has invited Y/N, Tony, Steve, Nat, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, Vision.
  • Clint: Hold the door.
  • Y/N: Clint no.
  • Clint: Hold the door.
  • Nat: Don't start.
  • Clint: Hold the door.
  • Nat: I spent an entire mission with you saying this. Bye.
  • Nat has left the chat.
  • Wanda: SPOILERS! NO.
  • Wanda has left the chat.
  • Clint: Hold the door.
  • Steve: do you need help with the door? I don't understand? Are you locked out?
  • Y/N: No Steve, he's referencing game of thrones. :(
  • Steve: Oh I missed a few episodes.
  • Clint: Hold the door.
  • Bucky: Steve you should go watch them and then come back to the chat.
  • Steve: but he's not even spoiling it, buck.
  • Y/N: sigh
  • Clint: Hold the door.
  • Tony: It's a shame he died, I liked him. :(
  • Steve: who died?????
  • Clint: Hold the door.
  • Y/N: Steve, leave. Spoilers are coming.
  • Sam: I hate white walkers. Man, I'd rather face the hulk than those things.
  • Clint: HOLD THE DOOR.
  • Y/N: STOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW CLINT
  • Clint: HOLD THE DOOR.
  • Sam: HOLD THE DOOR.
  • Bucky: HOLD THE DOOR!!!
  • Steve: What the hell is going on?
  • Y/N: I warned you.
  • Y/N: HOLD THE DOOR!!!
  • Clint: HODOR!!!
  • Sam: HODOR!!!
  • Bucky: HODOR!!!
  • Steve: wait a second
  • Steve: YOU ASSHOLES
  • Steve has left the chat.
  • Y/N: ... Well
  • Tony: HE SWORE!
  • Sam: That was so worth it. Don't care if he throws his shield at me.
  • Y/N: YOU MAY NOT CARE BUT I VALUE MY FACE!
  • Bucky: I'll protect you, Y/N
  • Clint: ohohoho what have we here
  • Y/N: shut up, don't you have a nest to build
  • Clint: you wound me :(
  • Y/N has left the chat.
  • Clint has left the chat.
  • Bucky: I'm going to check on Steve.
  • Tony: No, I will.
  • Bucky: he's MY friend.
  • Tony: he's MY FRIEND AS WELL.
  • Sam: lol u losers I'm ALREADY WITH STEVE. MY BEST FRIEND.
  • Sam has left the chat.
  • Bucky has left the chat.
  • Tony has left the chat.
  • Vision: Wait... Hodor dies? NOOOOOOO!
  • Vision has left the chat.

This was originally posted on LiveJournal on September 25, 2009. I’m keeping the text its original form as much as possible; the only things I’m updating are broken links, broken pictures, and a touch of formatting. This is something that I went back and forth about transferring to Tumblr because it’s insanely personal and emotional… but it’s also one that I should probably preserve in more than one spot. 

Context: This was written the day after 5x03 aired. Yes, I have been talking about the codependency for a very long time.


My respect for Supernatural just went through the roof.

I plan on doing a review later today, complete with pics and probably some capslock. For now, I need to address something else. 

Last night I watched the ep, I chatted about it online, and then I tried to go to bed. As I rolled over to shut my eyes, though, two little things came into my head and I found I couldn’t go to sleep. 

This episode kept me awake last night.

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ROAD TRIP WITH BUCKY, STEVE AND SAM!

  Back seat with Bucky!


  Being in a car with three handsome as hell is nerve wracking by itself, but being just by Bucky’s side.


Bucky: Can you move your seat up?
Sam: No.
Steve: Come on, Sam. Move your seat up.
Sam: Not to him!
Steve: Not to– Why?
Sam: Do I really have to answer?!
Bucky: For God’s sake. Just move your damn seat up, you dumb pigeon.
Sam: What did you just call me? You rheumatic hunker!
  Steve, Sam and Bucky start arguing.
Y/N: SHUT THE FUCK UP, EVERYONE!
  All of them shut up immediately.


  Steve turns the radio on.
Sam: I’m not listening to Donna Summer! *changes station to Bob Dylan* Now we’re talking.
Bucky: *sticking in between the front seats to change station again* I don’t want anyone mumbling in my ears. Sam is enough.
Sam: You better take your words back or else I–
Radio host: And now the next song in our playlist: Bon Jovi’s You Give Love A Bad Name.
  Everyone remains quiet for a moment and exchange glances as the song starts to play:
All together: SHOT THRU DA HEART
                    AND U’RE 2 BLAME
                    U GIVE LUV
                    A BAD NAME!

  When the song ends, you bend over the front seats to choose a station, and just as you change it, you immediately recognize the song playing and prepare to the chorus:
Y/N: WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?! 
  Sam literally punches up the radio until it stops playing.


  Playing Rock Paper Scissors with Bucky because boredom. Somehow you win mostly all the turns.


Y/N: Ok. My turn. Guess this one: It’s a girl’s name and it starts with S.
Bucky: Sam.
Sam: I hate you.
Steve: Why are you guys like this?
Sam and Bucky: He started!
Steve: Then stop it at once!
Bucky: Y/N, the name’s Steve.
Y/N: Correct!
  Sam bursts into laughter.
Steve: I’m kicking all of you out of the car.


  The car is in complete silence. You’ve played all the games you could remember and Sam broke the radio. All you have to do is to stare at random things. After many time staring at Sam and Steve’s head and out of window, you lay your head on the bench and stare at Bucky, because he’s for sure the most interesting thing to stare at. Bucky is staring out of the window and doesn’t notice you looking at him:
Y/N: Gosh, Bucky. You’re so hot I could give you a blowjob right here, right now.
  Steve stops the car in half a second. He, Sam and Bucky all turn to you immediately and say together:
Sam: What the fuck?!
Steve: The hell?!
Bucky:What?!?!
  They all stare at you with dumb confused faces, you lead your hands to your head, feeling dizzy due to the sudden car stop.
Y/N: Oh my goodness, guys. I was just kidding.
Sam: No blowjobs in this car!
Steve: *starts driving again* That was something I never needed to hear…
  Bucky remains quiet, staring at his own legs. He was first surprised, but now he was feeling way too shy. He then, unwittingly, starts imagining you giving him a blowjob at that very moment. Plus, you’re very hot too. He realizes he’s having a boner and starts moving uncomfortably, trying to hide it. You look at him and see what’s going on. So you decide to help him hide it by laying on his lap. Just as the guys see you moving down to Bucky’s lap, Steve stops the car again (almost causing you to fall):
Steve: Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Sam: YOU COME BACK UP RIGHT NOW!
Y/N: I’M JUST LAYING DOWN FOR A NAP, FOR GOD’S SAKE! I’M NOT GIVING HIM A BLOWJOB! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!
Sam: YOU BETTER BE JUST LAYING. I’LL KEEP AN EYE ON YOU!
Steve: This ain’t good for my heart.
  Once they’re all calmed down again, you get comfortable on Bucky’s lap, hiding his boner. You smile and blink at him and he sweetly smiles back at you. He starts running his fingers through your hair and you soon fall asleep on his lap.


Bucky: I need to pee.
Steve: We left that gas station 10 minutes ago!
Bucky: I didn’t need to go to the restroom when we were there!
Steve: Fine. There’s another stop about 10 or 15 minutes from us. Can you hold until there?
Bucky: *happy* Yeh!


  Once you get to the stop, Bucky can finally go to the restroom. You go too, just ‘cause. Steve and Sam go into the store and take AGES to come back from there, doing whatever they were doing. You and Bucky wait outside by the car.
  Small talks come and go and Bucky pushes and presses you against the car, giving a desperate kiss on your lips. You desperately kiss him back, holding him with one arm and his head with your other hand, pulling him closer to you.
Sam: I can’t believe it.
Steve: We left for 5 minutes! 5 minutes!
 
Their voices make you two split, nearly out of air.
Y/N: We weren’t–
Bucky: There was nothing–
Y/N: I was just–
Steve: No need to explain.
Sam: *pointing at Bucky* If you kissed her/him against her/his will I’ll end you.
Bucky: What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t do that!
Y/N: Sam! He didn’t do it.
  But your words and Steve’s are meaningless to stop the two from arguing. Bucky and Sam then start “fighting” by slapping and tapping each other (or at least trying to). You and Steve just looked at each other, entered the car and left. They saw you leaving and started running after the car and shouting for you to come back, but stopped and just watched the car disappear into the horizon.
  Steve drove for about 8 minutes and turned to get the guys back. They were sitting on a bench silently staring at nothing, with pissed faces. When Steve parked, they both ran on your direction:
Sam: WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR OVER AN HOUR!!!
Steve: It’s literally been just fifteen minutes!
Bucky: I thought we were buddies, Steve!
Steve: Just get into the car!


Bucky: Are we there yet?
Steve: No, Bucky.
 ~5 minutes later~
Y/N: Are we there yet?
Steve: No, Y/N. We’re not there yet.
 ~5 more minutes later~
Bucky and Y/N, together: Are we there yet?
Steve: nO!
Y/N: And now?
Steve: for fuck’s sake…
Sam, Bucky and Y/N: Language!


  You’re bored once again and decide to take a nap, so you lay on Bucky’s lap again, causing Sam and Steve to freak out… Again:
Steve: Y/N, you get up right now!
Y/N: I’m not doing anything!
Sam: Bucky, get out of the car!
Steve: Sam!
Sam: What?!
Bucky: I’m gonna punch you in the face.
Y/N: Bucky!
Steve: Ok, that’s it! *he pulls over* Sam, you drive. Y/N, come to the passenger seat. I’m going in the backseat with Bucky. This way no one will complain or try to give the other a blowjob anymore!
Y/N: I wasn’t trying t–
Steve: Passenger. Seat!


  You’re now in the front seat. Sam is driving. There’s finally peace in the car. But you want Bucky. You pass your right arm in between the passenger seat and the car door so Bucky can reach your hand and you can at least hold hands. You smile to yourself as you feel Bucky’s warm hand holding yours. A few minutes later, Steve sees you and Bucky holding hands.
Steve: Buck, change places with me.
Bucky: Why?
Steve: Because I said so.
  They then change places in a noisy and confusing movement of rolling over each other and kicking the front seats until they finally get in their places.


  The truth is that you were Steve and Sam’s baby and they wouldn’t ever let anyone touch you, not even Bucky. You were no super hero, you were a civilian. A tiny person too precious for this world. Especially for their world. You were in danger just for being their friend, and they not only wouldn’t be able to live without you so you’d be safe, but they’d never forgive themselves if anything happened to you. Steve also cared for Bucky, and he was pretty aware of Bucky’s interest on you, but Bucky was also his to take care of. Steve wanted you two to be together, and so did Sam. But they worried so much about the two of you.


Bucky: … Can you move your seat up?
Sam: *pulls over* OUT OF THE CAR!


 Steve and Bucky eventually fall asleep, Steve’s head on Bucky’s shoulder and Bucky’s head resting on Steve’s because they’re gay for each other best buddies forever and didn’t really bother about that or anything else. You and Sam take a bunch of pictures and send them to the whole Avengers team.

Since it’s possible to plant grass inside the JojaMart, how would Morris, Shane, and Sam react to walking into work and finding the place completely overgrown (with the possible realization that the farmer probably had something to do with it)? (delete from all)

“And, Shane, don’t forget to restock the bread isle, alright?” Morris asked over his shoulder as he fiddled with the keys to the front door. Shane grumbled in response but nodded obligatorily. Finally, Morris found the right key and swung the door open to begin the day, but he froze the moment his eyes met the floor of the establishment.

“I– what!?” Was all he could really stammer out as his glasses nearly fell off his face.

“What?” Sam craned his neck to see over Morris’s shoulder and gasped loudly when he found the entire floor covered with overgrown grass and weeds. Tiny flowers had even somehow sprouted up! Sam practically crumpled to the floor outside of the store in laughter, clutching his sides as if it would help keep in the fits of laughter.

Morris turned away from the store and began to angrily fumble through his pockets for his keys again. Shane cocked an eyebrow at both of them and peered into the store. He only cracked a grin but he was secretly holding back a cackle that would almost put Sam’s to shame, even though he was now rolling around on the ground.

“This is all that farmer’s fault!” Morris practically screamed into the air as he jerked the keys back from his pocket. “I’m so sick of all their meddling!” He practically kicked Sam out of the way to pull the doors shut again and he jammed the key in again and locked it up. “Sam! Stop laughing right now or you’re fired!”

Sam let out a few more cackles then wiped the tears from his eyes before sitting up. “Sorry, sir,” he chided and stood. “Want me to go talk to them?”

Morris growled and crossed his arms, tilting his face to the ground and closing his eyes in thought. Finally, he replied, “No. The legal department wouldn’t like it. We obviously have no proof.” He uncrossed his arms again and stomped his foot hard, but it did nothing to knock the anger out of him. He let out a loud bellow of frustration and turned to his workers again. “Go get everything you need to kill and clip all this grass. You two are going to make this place spotless again, got it!?”

Shane knew better than to protest but Sam let out a loud whine. “Yes, sir.” They both agreed.

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REQUESTED BY ANON: Could you please do a half sister Winchester who gets hit in the car with her brothers Sam and dean and is in a coma or something like that:) thanks

This time, it’s not some demons who had to interfere with your family and made you once again have a car crash with the Impala. It was a simple drunk driver who had a bad day. You were sitting in the back, and Sam and Dean in the front seat. Since you are light weight, you had it hard. Sam and Dean got out of it with a few scratches and a few bruises, but nothing too bad. The worst is Sam having a shoulder dislocated.

They haven’t seen you yet, but they know your condition, they had just finished talking with the doctor when they enter your room. Sam stares at you, his face shocked and pained. Dean, with frustration and the feeling of vengeance against the guy who is responsible to where you are laying down unconscious.   

“She is going to be okay, right doctor?” Sam asked.

“We are hoping for the best, Mr. Winchester, your sister is in a deep coma, and the blood loss is not helping. We tested her blood and she has a type pretty rare”.

“Well, we are her brothers, we probably have the same one as her” Dean suggested.

“Of course” the doctor nodded “we have to make the test first”.

“We are her brothers!” Dean exploded “we have the same freakin’ blood! And she needs us right now!”

“Dean” Sam stopped him calmly “we have to test our blood first. I hate to say it, but she is only our half-sister, she probably has the blood of her mother and not Dad”.

“That could be an explanation” the doctor nodded “also, it can happen that a family member is not the same blood type. We need to know if you are match”.

“Let’s do it” Dean said exiting the room.

Two weeks later, you are still laying in a hospital bed, looking thinner and pale. Sam was able to give you some of his blood and the doctor has said the chances of you walking up was getting better.

“Come on little sis” Dean takes your hand “I know you like to sleep, but now it’s enough. Also, we don’t want to miss your birthday, you’ll be sixteen years old, way too old if you ask me. You are growing way too fast”.

He laughs, but instantly becomes sad again, his eyes teary.

“Sammy isn’t taken it too well either, you know? He misses you…”

Suddenly, he stops talking feeling our hand squeeze his.

“(Y/N)?” Dean asked hopeful.

“Got us some coffee” Sam announced entering the room and sees his brother’s shocked expression “what?”

“She just squeezed my hand”.

“She wakin’ up?” Sam asked also hoping it was real.

“I’ Sm’ ood’” you mumbled.

Both of your brother’s laugh of relieve.

“Hey, (Y/N)” Sam greeted you “can you open your eyes?”

“Mmmmm…”

“Come on, sis” Dean insisted “nap time is over”.

“Sm’ll go’d”.

“Smells good?” Sam clarified “that’s the coffee”.

“W’t ne”.

Sam and Dean laughs, all the pain from those two weeks finishing away and happy to see your (Y/E/C) eyes.

By Someone Who Knows How

Pairing/characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 3167

Warnings: It’s fluff with a little language and suggestive talk

A/N: This is my fic for @one-shots-supernatural 10k followers celebration! My prompt was Relationship Milestone: First Kiss with Dean. The wonderful @kayteonline beta’d this for me. I’d also like to give a shout-out to the real-life fella that nearly sacrificed his tongue in the name of my first kiss for giving me the idea for this. I also hope he learned his lesson. If you’ve got some feedback, please share it. I’d love to know what you think!

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines


Music plays softly on the speakers, interrupted on occasion by one of the boys recounting details about the case you just finished. Your eyes droop from boredom as endless rows of cornfields blur by outside. Another monster dead, another road trip home across three states.

“God, I wish we could just teleport. Did either of you ever ask why we didn’t get that power? We should totally have that,” you mumble from the backseat.

Sam huffs out a small chuckle, while Dean acts affronted, “And miss out on all this quality time with my Baby? Pass.”

“I’m bored. We should play a game or something.”

“This isn’t exactly the time or place for strip poker, sweetheart,” Dean grins into the rearview mirror. You scoff, but can’t help the blush burning at the apples of your cheeks. You know he throws that endearment around, but it still gets to you, making your stomach flutter when he tosses it your way. You swallow it down to continue on.

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