You were currently in the shower, Jamming out to your favourite song before going to your brothers to Massachusetts for a hunt. Cas has been AWOL, Not answering any prayers you three threw his way, So you stopped waiting for an answer months ago.
You turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around you; Turning off your music before you walked to your room, Your wet feet colliding with the smooth floor, Feet marks following behind you.
Once inside your room, You made your way to your drawer; Picking out a pair of panties before dropping your towel and drying the remaining damp skin. You slid on your panties, About to pick out a bra before a deep voice stopped you.
“So (Y/n), What did come first? The chicken or the egg?”
You whipped around, Shrieking while covering your bare chest.
“Get out! Out!!” You threw the towel, But he dodged and knocked over your lamp, Causing it to shatter.
“(Y/n)!? What’s wrong!? Your brothers knocked, But eneded up barging in.
“Cas?! What the hell-?!”
Your brothers eyes land on you, Half naked.
“What the hell Cas?!”
“I was just asking (Y/n)-”
“You don’t just appear in peoples rooms Cas! Especially when (Y/n) is half naked!!” Your brothers covered Cas’s eyes, And dragged him out.
Once clothed and ready, You walked out of your room, Going to get your broom to clean up the shattered lamp.
You go into the kitchen, Your brothers whispering to Cas before laying their eyes on you.
“Cas has something to say (Y/n)” Sam stands up, Pushing Cas in front of you.
“I apologize (Y/n). It was unkind of me to appear in your room like that. I promise it will not happen again.”
“And??” Dean tries to coax him further.
“And- And I’ll clean up the mess and buy you another lamp.” Cas gives you puppy eyes and you sigh.
“It’s okay. Here.” You hand him to broom and dustpan, Watching as he takes it and walks toward your room.
“You sure you’re okay (N/n)?”
“I’m fine Dean. It’s not like he saw me fully naked. It was an accident.”
“He saw you half naked” Sam adds, And you roll your eyes.
“It’s fine Samuel. So when are we leaving?”
“20 minutes tops. So go pack up.”
So I’m doing a new thing.. I want to start tagging people! So tell me if you guys want to be tagged in anything! :D
Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Colin (OC) Misha Collins, Bob Singer (mention),
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Language, Jealousy, drinking (everyone are adults), flirting, meh I don’t know. Just read it - it is not angsty, not for me anyways. Flangst maybe.
A/N: This is written for @jalove-wecallhimdean’s “Do it like Dean” Challenge. My prompt was ”He’s just a cheap trick…like a little slut!” - It is still in the exact words but they are slurred a bit because someone is drunk. Hope that it okay :D Thanks for letting me participate. This was fun :D
Thanks to my boo @chaos-and-the-calm67 for helping me come up with this idea, and thanks to my Sam to my Dean @blacktithe7 for betaing it for me and helping me make Jensen sound drunk. You girls rock!
It wasn’t unusual for Jensen and some of the cast members to go out on Friday nights after a full week of filming, especially not if noone were planning on flying home that weekend. Those Friday nights were as amazingly fun for Jensen some days as they were torturous other times. Tonight was one of the later.
Jensen downed yet another shot of whiskey, signaling to the bartender to keep them coming. Jensen felt his temper boil inside of him with each wave of heat the strong liquid sent through his abdomen. This was unusual. Drinking never used to affect his temper before. If anything, Jensen was a very loving drunk. He was sure he would have been tonight too if it wasn’t for Mr. Bigshot putting his greasy paws all over Y/N as she danced with him.
Jensen didn’t know the guy, but he also didn’t have to to know he was a first class asshole. Jensen couldn’t believe she couldn’t see that. He couldn’t believe she let him touch her like that.
I’ve been so super busy with a work project-almost two months now…so Drawing has been impossible! But things are winding down so finally i can draw some Sansukh (written by @determamfidd ) fanart <3 <3 <3 <3
I just did a doodle of something i kind of thought of after reading chapter 46 of Sansukh. Fili trying to be the best ghost wingman ever for Sam!
I can’t wait for the next chapter! ^///^ Also can i just add i was so ecstatic to see Rosie asking about Frodo!? I love that she’s worried for him and sam <3.. You have no idea how long i was holding me breath about Rosie’s character. *cough frodo/sam/rosie for the win cough*
“Please.” Sam’s sweaty and writhing and doesn’t remember ever being this hard.
And no one has fucking touched him yet.
That’s the problem, really. Gabriel’s had him lying in this bed for hours, while he watches from a chair, telling Sam how to roll his hips and when to drag his cock over the soft sheets, but not a single hand (or mouth) has been on him, and Sam’s pretty sure he’s dying. Especially since Gabriel’s gotten himself off more than once and made Sam watch.
“Nope,” Gabe grins. “Not yet. Just keep thrusting. Those sheets feel good?”
Sam claws at the bed, shaking a little because he’s so fucking close and he is not going to come until he’s told to, and nods. “But not as good as you. Come on. Come fuck me.”
Gabriel grins and stays silent, so Sam pushes his luck and rolls over, spreads his legs wide and lets Gabriel see what he could have. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” Sam asks. “Don’t you want to pound into me until we both come?”
Gabriel winks, and Sam groans, knowing he hasn’t won. “I want you to roll back over and keep feeling those sheets. While I tell you, in detail, exactly what I want to do to you.”
Summary: A hunt frustrates Sam and makes him feel like he’s not smart enough. You set out to prove him wrong.
Word Count: ~1,130
Warnings: insecure!Sam, fluff, Sam appreciation <3
A/N: Written for @idreamofhazel‘s traits of Sam challenge! My trait was Sam’s intelligence. I loved this challenge, focused around all things Sam. Amazing idea, thanks for letting me participate!!
There he was again, sitting in the library of the bunker, books spread across the large table in front of him. His brow was furrowed as his eyes skimmed the pages, desperately seeking answers. He rested his knuckles against his forehead as the other hand flipped and held the pages, long fingers trailing along the words as he read them. You watched from the doorway, but when you noticed his leg shaking in frustration, you stepped into the room and quickly made your way to him.
“Sammy, what’s wrong?” You stood next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Huh? Oh - oh, hey baby. Uh, nothing. I’m - I’m fine.” His eyes flitted to you very briefly before concentrating on one of his many books again.
“Don’t lie to me, Sam.” You walked to the other side of the table and sat down across from him.
It was like he barely even noticed your presence. Sam did this every time he researched. He would get caught up in the lore, so determined to figure everything out on his own. It was one of the many things you admired about him. He made it look almost effortless, figuring out the most difficult of cases with help from no one.
Imagine IronFalcon in the 'my Nana thought you're my boyfriend so now I have to bring you to thanksgiving dinner or I'm pretty sure she's going to hate me forever' situation where they're good friends who have to pretend to be boyfriends, and then becoming boyfriends for real.
(Watch out for the cut)
“So you don’t
have actual plans for Thanksgiving,
Tony glanced up
as Sam sat down next to him, fingers already tapping nervously over the
textbooks for their shared lit class.
he echoed, and Sam nodded. “You mean like, actual plans besides the ‘annoy the
shit out of Howard until Mom asks me to stop’ plans I already mentioned?”
“No,” Tony said
slowly. “No actual plans.”
“Good, good. So
uh, I have a situation.”
narrowed, suspicious and wary. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this….”
Star Wars at me,” Sam said, then blurted, “Nana thinks you’re my boyfriend and
demanded I bring you to Thanksgiving dinner so she can finally meet you.”
How’d she get that idea?” Tony yelped, eyes going wide and panicked.
“I don’t know!”
Sam said back desperately. “She just did, okay, and she’s so happy about
meeting you and I am pretty sure if I show up without you that she’s going to
hate me forever! Tony!” Sam whined. “I can’t have my nana hating me forever,
she makes the best pies and she’ll not make my favorite for me if she’s
despairing that we’re not actually dating!”
Tony made a
rough noise, like a scoff. “She’ll hate us both if you lie to her!”
“Only a little
“This is a bad idea,” Tony insisted.
“It’s just for
Thanksgiving! You’ll get free food out of it! I’ll buy you all the coffee you
want for the rest of the semester!”
giving him an incredulous look. “Finals are coming up. That’s a horrible
promise to make, Sam.”
“I am that desperate,” Sam said seriously.
After a moment,
Tony sighed, caving. “Alright, alright,” he muttered. “I’ll pretend to be your
damn boyfriend, even though I think this is a horrible idea.”
Sam gushed, hugging Tony for a moment before sitting back and opening his
textbook. “Okay. Now that that crisis is over, on to this one.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Dark shouted, his voice doubling, tripling as he threw punch after punch at the wall. “Dammit! Goddammit!”
Anti stood behind him, just watching as Dark made the new hole in the wall get bigger and bigger. Suddenly Dark stopped hitting the wall, still seething with rage, eyes getting blacker by the second. He headed for the mirror at the end of the hall. That’s when Anti finally moved. He blocked Dark’s way, barring him from where Anti knew he had been trying to go.
“No,” Anti said, standing firmly in the way as glitches started to crackle around him. “You can’t go to him.”
“Goddammit get out of my way!” Dark screamed at him, eyes finally completely black. “You can’t fucking stop me!”
“I can and I will,” Anti stated, glitches getting more and more pronounced as he prepared for a fight. “Now back the fuck up.”
Dark swung at him, barely hitting him before Anti pushed him back.
“He’s mine! I can do whatever I fucking want to do to him!” Dark roared, finally loosing all control. “*Now get out of my fucking way!*”
He swung at Anti, hitting his jaw so hard that his back hit the mirror with a crunch. Dark took out his anger on Anti, punching him over and over again so hard it was a miracle the cracking of bones couldn’t be heard. Then finally Anti ducked.
Dark’s hand smashed into the mirror with a crack, breaking the entire mirror into a spiderweb of glass. Anti tackled him to the ground, slamming his back on the floor and somehow Dark got angrier.
“Goddammit just let me go!” he roared, his voice getting louder and louder as it layered over and over itself. “You can’t protect him!”
Anti didn’t even look surprised at the comment, he just jerked his head back to avoid the next punch. And the next and the next and the next. Until he tried to do it again and he glitched back into the path of the Dark’s fist. His body flew off Dark, thudding into a wall with so much force he let out a cough full of blood.
“Damn it,” Anti muttered, wiping away the blood with his sleeve as he prepared for Dark to attack him again. “Fucking come get me.”
Dark got up from the floor, aura the blackest Anti had seen it yet.
“You want to know why you can’t fucking protect him?” Dark seethed, a cruel grin settling on his face. “Because you can’t protect anyone.”
Anti face became grim as he looked at Dark, eyes flashing darker and darker.
“One day you’ll be all alone,” he whispered to Anti. “ And it’ll all be your own fucking fault. Because you’re a fucking monster. You don’t want people in your life. I mean just look at what you did to your family. You fucking killed the-”
Anti punched him so hard that he fell back to the ground, clutching a bleeding, broken nose as he looked up at what he had accomplished. And without a word Anti turned and left him on the floor.
Anti locked himself in his room, never coming out for food or to see Dark. He just listened to Dark, pacing outside the door and muttering to himself, but never knocking. That came after five days. Five days of Anti thinking about the world, about his memories, feeling loneliness gnaw at him as he isolated himself from his ‘friend’. Then Dark knocked.
“I want to talk. Can I come in?” he almost whispered through the locked door and Anti finally snapped. He summoned one of his many portals and left Dark talking to an empty room.
“Jesus Fucking Christ!” Jack yelled, jumping back from the kitchen in alarm. Inside sat Anti, staring at the floor with blank eyes and hastily shoving spoonful after spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. “Anti? What are you-” In a second Anti had jumped up from the floor and tackled Jack in a hug. They fell to the ground with a thud and Jack groaned, a question on the tip of his tongue before he felt Anti’s shuddering, almost panicked breathing. “Are you okay?”
Anti shook his head, clutching Jack’s midsection as if it was his only chance in survival. Slowly Jack sat up, trying not to move too fast as he dragged Anti half into his lap. He could feel Anti’s heartbeat racing and his body shaking in his arms.
“It’s okay,” Jack whispered, gently rubbing Anti’s back. “Just breath. I got you. It’s okay.”
“Please,” Anti whimpered weakly. “Please don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” he promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Jack sat there, whispering calming words to Anti for what felt like for forever, but he didn’t care how long he sat there. He just wanted to help Anti.
After a long time, Anti finally completely relaxed, he breathing going back to normal as exhaustion slowly set in.
“It’s okay,” Jack told him. “I won’t leave, so just go to sleep for a little.”
And with that his eyes closed and his mind finally settled.
Jack carried Anti carefully up the stairs, arms not even straining as they held the little that Anti weighed. Soon he got to his bedroom and gently placed Anti on the bed, covering him with a blanket before he lay next to him. He wanted to make sure Anti knew he was there, so that no matter what he would have someone with him. This was one promise he wouldn’t break.
A few days went by and Anti still hadn’t woken up. Jack got more and more worried about him with every passing hour, going so far as to watch his breathing just to make sure he was still alive. Then one day the doorbell rung.
Jack rushed downstairs, Anti sleeping on his back as Jack had grown used to in the last few days. Dark stood outside, rain pouring around him so hard Jack could barely make out who it was.
“Can you let me in?” Jack could faintly hear Dark say through the door and he struggled to open it without dropping Anti. Finally he managed to do it and Dark walked in, rain dripping off him as he took in the scene before him. He caught sight of Anti and his eyes flashed darker instantly. “What did you do to him?”
“He had- Something happened and he f-fell asleep,” Jack stammered, starting to shake under Dark’s death-filled glare. “H-He won’t w-wake up.”
“This is your fault,” Dark whispered as he stepped closer to him, his hand going around Jack’s throat. “I will make you pay.”
And with that Jack lost his grip on Anti. He fell to the ground with a thud as Dark began to strangle Jack with a murderous look in his eyes.
Anti mumbled something in his sleep for a second before he shot off the ground, glitches crackling so bad that all Dark and Jack could see was static, distorted and moving images that made no sense taking up their vision.
Dark felt something strong hit his face and he let go of Jack, stumbling as he tried to find balance without his vision.
“Fuck,” Dark groaned as he stumbled again. “Anti calm the fuck down.”
Jack was on the ground, coughing as he tried to breathe.
"I-“ he tried to say, voice hoarse and broken. “I’m okay.”
Anti kicked Dark in the ribs this time, the static getting louder as Anti started to really lose control.
“You tried to ḱ̶͞i̵͘͠lļ him?” Anti’s voice twitching and jumping around him as Dark fell to the ground. “I’ll k̨͘i͘͡͞l̀l͠ ҉͠y͜҉o̵u.”
“Anti!” Jack struggled to yell in a voice much too raspy. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”
“J̶̴a͘c̴k̵͢͞?” Anti whispered, glitches starting to fade a little. “S̴ti͜͏l̢l̢̨̕ ̶h͘è͠r̴̡͝ȩ̵?͠”
“Yeah,” Jack managed to say. “Never left.”
The glitches finally faded from their vision.
Anti stood in front of a bleeding and fallen Dark, muscles shuddering and twitching as the adrenaline finally wore off and he dropped to the ground. Jack crawled over to him, not trusting himself to stand up.
“Anti?” Jack asked with a raspy voice. “You okay?”
Anti barely moved his head to say no.
“Tired,” he whispered, his eyes starting to close.
Dark kneeled next to him and grabbed his hand. Anti struggled to open his eyes so he could see him.
“Anti?” Dark said softly. “I’m sorry. It was my fault, okay? It was all my fault.”
Anti weakly reached up to him.
“Can we go home now?” he asked, his voice a whisper that could just barely be heard.
“Yes,” Dark promised, standing up with Anti cradled in his arms. “Let’s go home.”
Alright, first thing first. Im gonna clarify something; You see how at the very end, it seems like Anti got super tired for no reason? That was because of his glitches. When he has lost control over himself or uses his powers more than usual, the glitches start to appear. This makes him more powerful, but at the same time, it harms him.
A single glitch feels like a pinch. The more the glitches the more the pain.
By the time Anti recovers himself, he feels extremely tired and has some bruises on his body.
Now let’s talk!
I wanna thank Sam for writing this. Like, seriously. You have no idea how happy this makes me.
I gave Sam all of my information about Anti and Dark, and every now and then they asked me questions. So it’s more information that i already had. They worked really really hare, writing down non-stop since wednesday i think?? Writing down information and then writing the story.
This is only the first part. Yes. Sam and I decided this to be with an alternative ending. I’m talking about the angsty one. I think they haven’t started writing yet, but they have some ideas. So this could be a thing!
Hello~ I decided to write an special chapter for this Christmas! I hope
you like it!
Supernatural and its characters don’t belong to me.
“So this house belonged to your
grandpa” Gabe said.
“The one Luci killed.”
“Gabe, I didn’t revive you for
“Right, it was an accident
actually” he commented. “But just to be clear-
“Gabriel” Castiel cut him
I thanked Cass with a nod and he
gave me a shy smile.
“Now,” I looked at Lucifer,
who was sitting on a chair “you, move your ass and help me with the
“Me?” Lucifer put one hand
on his chest and acted innocent.
“Why not Cass? I know he’ll
“Because he didn’t try to kill
me, now move.”
“I actually want to help”
Cass spoke quietly.
“Okay” I sighed and smiled
a bit. “Gabe.”
“Can you look after Mike? He’s
been sleeping a lot since he got out of the cage and lost a lot of power…”
“Sure.” Gabe winked at me
and left the kitchen.
“Why didn’t take me out of the
cage too?” Lucifer asked and I hid a smile.
I could have heard a bit of jealousy
in his voice.
“Because you always manage to
get out by yourself, honey” I smirked and he pointed at me.
I started making dinner with Cass’
help. I laughed a bit at Castiel innocent comments and hummed some Christmas
songs while we stayed in silence.
“This is boring” Luci
“Then go watch Tv with
“You know what would be great?
Having our powers back!” He stood up behind Castiel and I.
“Not in this house!”
“Then I leave!”
“You can’t” I sang.
“If you’re so bored, then help us.”
Five seconds later
“Y/N, I’m bored…”
“Cass, can you pass me the
“Y/N, pay attention to
“You’ve sauce in your coat, let
me clean it.”
“Y/N, listen to me. I’m
“I heard you, Luci.”
“Then play with me… Y/N… Y/N!
Look what I did with the glasses! Hey! It’s a tower! A fucking tower I ’ll break
if you don’t look at me now! …….. Y/N!”
“Oh my Dad!” I exhaled
“Now I know why you were kicked from Heaven! ‘Daddy, I’m bored!’” I
imitated him. “'Daddy, pat attention to me’, ‘Daddy, you wanna play a
“…I don’t speak like that”
“And what about you?”
Lucifer said. “'I’m a good girl, I can change the world and save everybody.’”
he talked girly. “'Dad is the best dad of the world!’, ‘he’s very
handsome! No more than Lucifer, but…’”
“I’ve never said that!” I
turned to see him and he was smirking at me.
“Now you’re paying me
attention!” He got close. “You know all this is stupid, right? It’s a
fucking joke! If we had had our powers, we would have killed each other! We are
not this kind of-
“Of what?” I asked.
“Family? Well, sir, I don’t think so! Even if we’re different, all of us,
we ARE family! And old and wise man said Family don’t end with blood! He’s
right! We’re a dysfunctional and weird family! And you like it or not, this is
my way of getting on well; having dinner together, a beautiful and bright
Christmas dinner!” I looked at Castiel, who was watching me in silence.
“Sorry… I know we’re not exactly a happy family; we all had our moments…
Lucifer tried to kill me… First time I met Gabe he threw me a shark…”
“I tried to kill you…
twice” Balthazar spoke from the frame door of the living room.
“That too” I said
sarcastically. “But… I really want-
“Mike is awake!” Gabe
announced while he and Michael entered in the kitchen.
Michael walked to Lucifer and
punched him right in his face. Everybody let out an “Ouh!”, and more
than one was smiling.
“Michael!” I stopped him
and took his face between my hands. “Calm down.”
“Hey” he finally said.
“Hi” I smiled and Michael
hugged me. “O-Okay, this is nice. Now, go to the dining room, I’ll be
here… And please don’t kill each other…”
“We can’t promise
anything” Balthazar left with the other while I started mashing the
I realized I forgot the milk so I
turned to the fridge. However, someone grabbed my arm and handed me the milk. I
looked up with a smile thinking that it was Cass, but I found Lucifer’s eyes.
“Thanks” I said hesitantly.
“Are you playing soft now we’re alone?”
“Why did you revive
Gabriel?” he avoided my question.
“Because…” I locked my eyes
on the dish. “Because dad left and I felt lonely” I answered without
looking at him. “And I don’t know… Gabe was really close to me.”
“You got me” he joked.
I didn’t respond; I just smiled a
bit. Was he jealous? Or just curious? I really wondered what was going on in his
mind. He never was the jealous type, he always annoyed me with questions and
embarrassed me every time he could… especially when there were people around.
“What about Balthazar?”
Lucifer snapped me to reality.
“I don’t know…”
“Why not Raphael?”
“I don’t know!” I finally
looked at his motionless face.
“Zachariah? The others?”
“I don’t know why!” I
realized he was trying to make me feel bad, and he succeeded. “I don’t
know how to control my emotions, okay? I guess I have faith in you!”
“You have…faith in me?” he
asked, almost whispered.
“Yes” I answered shyly.
“You little lamb, you
shouldn’t” Lucifer smiled.
“Then why didn’t you kill me
yet?” I asked. “Are you waiting my thirty third birthday?”
He laughed at my stupid joke and
stayed silent for a moment. I could feel his eyes on me, watching every
movement I did while his mind trying to find an answer to my question.
During dinner, I sat in the middle;
Michael sat on the right chair and Lucifer on the left one. Cass, Gabe and
Balthy sat opposite.
“Stop kicking me… Y/N, Lucifer
is kicking me.”
“Balthazar, Lucifer is not
“Then who is?!”
“You’re a party
“This turkey tastes funny.”
“Then don’t eat it, Luci.”
“I think it’s really
“Awe, thanks, Cass!”
“Can I punch Lucifer
“You don’t understand!”
“The things he made me do in
“Becoming friends wasn’t one of
“I’m not kidding, Y/N!”
“Michael, calm down!”
“Yes, calm down, big bro!”
Lucifer hugged me.
“Don’t touch her!”
“Wow” I said. “Guys,
can we just have dinner, I promise I leave you alone! I just… I just wanted us
to be together, having fun and… being happy at least for a moment…”
“The onions are fabulous,
Cass” Gabe spoke and I smiled.
“Thanks!” Castiel looked
at me proudly.
“Good boy” I muttered.
“I supervised” Lucifer
“Yeah, you did!”
“I looked after Michael!”
“You poked at me until I woke
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“You slapped my ass!”
“I would have done the
same” Lucifer commented.
“Me too” I said.
“I guess me too” Cass
“You’d have done it too, Balthazar,
don’t deny it.”
I laughed along Gabriel and the
others joined us. We talked for a long time and after dessert we decided to
“I heard there’s a Dr. Sexy,
M.D marathon” Gabriel sat on an armchair and took the remote control.
I sat on the couch and rested my
head on Castiel’s shoulder. I felt warm, like home… I didn’t even hear what
Balthazar and Gabriel were talking about; I simply couldn’t stop feeling happy.
I sighed and hugged Castiel’s waist.
“It wasn’t that bad, uh?”
Castiel told me. I nodded. “The spell thing was a good idea.”
“We should’ve invited Dean and
“Yes, they’re family,
“Maybe next time.”
“I love you, guys” I
“We love you, too”
Balthazar spoke sincerely and my heart melted.
“I guess we should get
going” Gabe stood up.
“You can stay if you want
to” I said.
“It’s okay, baby girl”
Gabe kissed my forehead. “You should rest… after removing the spell, of
“I removed it like six hours
ago,” I said “the trick was on you, trickster.”
“You got me” he joked.
“I actually knew it”
Lucifer sat next to me.
“Really?” I looked at him
and he shrugged. “Then why did you stay?”
“Alright” Balthazar stood
up too and walked to me. “Sweet dreams” he winked at me and
“I should go too, in case Dean
“Run to your boyfriend”
Lucifer joked and I hit him on his shoulder.
“Good night, Cass.”
Cass left and Michael just went to
sleep. Good Lord, that guy was devastated after some time in the cage. I
wondered how Lucifer…
“If you hurt her, I’ll kill
“I killed you once,
Gabriel” Lucifer smirked. “Don’t threat me.”
“Call me if you need
something” After kissing my cheek, Gabe vanished.
“We’re alone” Lucifer
looked at me and I giggled.
“Aren’t you leaving?”
“Christmas isn’t over. Besides,
I have nothing more interesting to do…”
“Would you like some
“Just if you pay attention to
“It’s a… deal?”
“Oh, dear, you shouldn’t make
deals with the devil.”
“I’m not bidding my soul, Luci”
I joked and he barely smirked. “Right…?” He didn’t answer.
“Right? Lucifer, stop smiling!” He smile went bigger. “Luficer!”
You fiddled with the pages of the book in front of you biting your lip. ‘Y/n’ Dean smiled as him and Sam walked in the motel door. ‘Hey’ You stood walking over to him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before doing the same to Sam. ‘How was it? You get her?’ You asked. Sam nodded. ‘We got her’ You walked back to the table closing the book.
You were on a hunt in Nevada. A werewolf, the boys were just after coming back from ganking her right now. You had declined from going saying you were going to pass this one up. You knew how strong and aggressive werewolves were and you shouldn’t be thrown around the place, not in your condition.
Dean held up a beer. You shook your head sitting back down. He furrowed his eyebrows. ‘You feeling better?’ Sam asked ignoring his brother. Realization flashed across Dean’s face as he remembered you being sick this morning. ‘Yeah, yeah. I’m fine now, thanks’ You smiled at Sam and looked at Dean.
You had no idea how you were going to tell him, the two of you weren’t even together. You were just seeing each other when things got tough, when the two of you felt like it you jumped into bed together. It wasn’t anything serious. You remembered the night two months ago when you were both were drunk, it must have been that night. You both always made sure to take precautions every other time. You couldn’t remember if you had that night or not. The two of you hadn’t been together for the last month.
Dean sat down across from you. ‘You okay?’ He asked pulling you from your thoughts. ‘You’ve been acting off for the last few days’ He leaned forwards his elbows on the table. ‘Yep fine. I need a shower’ You stood walking over to your bag pulling a large shirt out of it before closing the bathroom door behind you.
Nate and Sam the adorable brothers get dressed up for the auction at the Rossi Esate x) Their brotherly relationship is so great ;) Thank you nekocrouton for that cute commission! I really liked your idea for drawing Sam fixing Nate’s bow-tie :>
Sam carried you towards the couch, while you clung onto him for dear life, crying. You had started hiccuping, and judging by the crease between your eyebrows, Sam knew you had started getting a headache too. Meanwhile your immense sadness tore at Sam’s heart. He felt guilty for making you so sad, even if it wasn’t really his fault. It wasn’t much he could have done to prevent it, but it was heartbreaking that you got on the line. This version on you, a five year old, innocent and fragile little child should never be feeling this responsibility for something that was defiantly not your fault.
It was all so unfortunate that it all played out like this. You being turned into this form by unknown reasons, Jess finding out, and them fighting about it. But it had happened, and now Sam had one job; to comfort you. So he did. Even though he felt deep down that he was in need of comfort himself. Even though that the sheer presence you, as loving as you were, helped him. Even then, he missed you. Well, the other you, the real you. He was once again reminded by how long it had been since you really saw each other, and then how much he would have given anything to have you here.
Gabriel was the kingof flirting. Everyone knew it. He told them so all the time.
He was charming. He was witty. He was reasonably good-looking and knew how to persuade people he was more than that. He could flatter his way into anybody’s good books.
But he still couldn’t get that gorgeous, adorable, floppy-haired art student to notice that he was hitting on him.
Every weekday morning at eight he’d shuffle into the coffee shop where Gabriel worked, rubbing his eyes and mussed-up and yawning hugely behind his hands, rubbing them together in their patched brown woollen gloves to chase away the late-winter cold. Every day he’d order the same boring boring black coffee in a take-away cup just in case he had to run away early (which he never did), and he’d smile the same sleepy distracted adorable diffident smile when he thanked Gabriel for making it. Then he’d curl up at one of their corner tables with his books and pencils (or charcoal, or pastels, or whatever it was that day), and go to work.
Gabriel had considered the question at great length over the last month or so—usually out loud, to Balthazar or Charlie or Anna or Castiel, until Balthazar draped a towel over his head to shut him up—and had come to the conclusion that there was absolutely nothing in the world so attractive as the expression of concentration on the face of a gorgeous genius as he made gorgeous works of genius. Unless it was the way he sometimes nibbled on his thumb when he was thinking. Or lowered his glasses on his nose to squint over the top of them for a different view. Or the way he filled his worn old shirts. Or—
Or the way he completely failed to notice every time Gabriel winked and flattered and tried to draw him into cheerfully suggestive conversation, because apparently his brain travelled straight from sleep to art without bothering to notice mundane details like the cutest of baristas in front of him.