this probably makes sense if you read my feels earlier

Spearmint and Salt

Spot is out with his friends when he sees Race in trouble. After ignoring him earlier, Spot feels terrible and can’t leave him there.

This is a third installment of my Schenley Park saga so you probably need to read the other two first for this to make any sense.

Truth or Dare?
I Want You

So, I created some characters to be Spot’s friends and accidentally became attached so they’ll probably be back. Especially Hawk. God damn it, Hawk. I’m obsessed with you. I’ll tag them as if they’re normal characters.

TW: Mentions of sexual abuse and internalised homophobia

Red neon lights stinging his eyes, Spot snorted at his friends. Laces had swung around a lamppost, completely ignoring his surroundings and smacking headfirst into Mouse on the other side. The pair stumbled to the floor, complaining and clutching at their red foreheads.

“What the fuck, Lace?” Mouse groaned, rubbing his head as he accepted a helping hand to bring him to his feet from Hawk. He collected his hat, placing it firmly on his head before squaring up to where Laces was trying to stagger to his feet himself.

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She Will Be Loved

Request: “Song request??:D Can you do a Dean one shot based on the song ‘she will be loved’?”

A/N: I really like this one. I think it’s my best so far and I couldn’t be more proud of it! This is my post for this Friday. Everyone is getting their own days to post and I have Friday. :D I’ve been listening to ‘Apocalyptic Love by Slash on repeat for like 8 hours now and I just can’t.. the song is love. Anyway, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to produce a request for you guys.. I’ve been super duper busy and I can’t tell you enough times how sorry I am. Anyway, I’ve been really super excited to pick this back up and write. Now that I have - I’m super happy I did. But I hope you guys enjoy this because I know how much I did writing it. :) I hope this request pays off for me not being active! I’m not really sure I like how the ending turned out so if I ever have the time, I might redo that part. Also, I kinda wanna make this request into a series or something like that, so let me know if I should! One more thing, thank you for over 1k followers. I know Emily has been the only one really active lately, and Em if you’re reading this, I’m sorry and ily♥ But a lot of us are/have been busy lately and don’t really have time to upload. I still have requests from January in my queue that I’m working on. I promise to get them all done soon. If you took the time to read this long ass A/N, Kudos to you. 10/10 you win. :) xx

Author: Vicky

Pairings: DeanxReader

Summary: You and Dean are oblivious to how the other feels about you. When you come home after a traumatizing fight with your boyfriend Kyle, Dean can’t help the bestfriend over-protectiveness that kicks in.

Warnings: Abuse, Language, Rape.

Words: 4508

Y/H/C - Your Hair Color

Y/E/C - Your Eye Color

Y/N/N - Your Nick Name


In Dean’s eyes you were most definitely a pretty girl. Wait, scratch pretty. In Dean’s eyes you were most definitely a beautiful girl. Your Y/H/C complimented your Y/E/C, you had the perfect body; you weren’t the skinniest of girls, but you most definitely were not overweight. Dean loved that about you. To yourself, you had so many imperfections. But in his eyes, all he saw was beauty. The day he ran into you on that hunt, when he saved you from a nest of vampires with his dad and Sam, he knew you were going to be in his life. Whether he wanted you to be or not. He most certainly wanted you in his life, but he couldn’t help but fear what would happen if you got hurt.

You and Dean were bestfriends. You instantly clicked when he and Sam saved you and your sister from those vampires. Not only because he saved your life, but because he acted like a friend when you needed one. That was also the night John had died. The boys were devastated and you couldn’t bare to leave Dean and Sam alone by themselves that night. You never knew why, but there was something about the two of them that intrigued you and your sister. Thus, not letting you leave them. You and Dean had ended up sharing a lot more about yourself to the other than you should have, because now you were stuck with eachother.

Sam would call you the girl version of Dean, and you agreed. You and Dean had everything imaginable in common. You both loved rock, had an interest in cars, hunting, a love for beer, but the thing that really brought you together was that you both lost your parents. You had a little sister, her name was Ashleigh. Believe it or not, she was Sam’s age. Except, she didn’t want the hunting lifestyle she had grown accustomed to after Sam and Dean saved you guys. So once she was old enough, she left the three of you to go to Yale. She and Sam are dating, they’ve been struggling with long distance for 2 months now. Sam actually prefers that she’s at Yale and not living this life. He hopes that it keeps her safe, though he hates not being able to see her smile everyday.

The four of you, bestfriends. You laughed, Dean was currently making faces at you while Sam was talking to the mortician.

Mr. White glanced at you weirdly. “Is there a problem Mrs. Tufnel? Because I don’t think investigating a dead body in which the insides are liquified is funny.” Mr. White grew angry with every word.

You began to come up with an excuse for your laughter but Dean beat you to it. “Excuse me, Mr. White. I told my fiancé a joke earlier and she just got it now. My apologies.” Dean spoke as he moved to your side to lazily wrap his arm around you and rubbed your arm. Butterflies started to erupt in your stomach but before they could fully awaken from their slumber, Dean dropped his arm and moved himself to talk to the mortician about the bodies.

“You can’t like him Y/N. You’re with Kyle. Besides, Dean’s your bestfriend. You wouldn’t want to ruin that now would you?” You began to mentally scold yourself for feeling the way you did towards Dean, but he interrupted you.

“You okay there, Sweetie?” Dean snapped his fingers in front of your face chuckling and sending you a look.

“Uhh.. Yeah. Sorry babe, I zoned out.” You answered, swatting Dean’s hand away.

Dean froze at ‘babe’ and glanced at you, but you didn’t see it. You had walked over to Sam, who was currently inspecting the bodies.

“Thank you Mr. White for your time, but we must go. It was nice meeting you.” You smiled and shook his hand while Dean had his hand on the small of your back, leading you outside the morgue.

“And you aswell, Mr. and Mrs. Tufnel.” He replied.

“Mr. McCreedy.” he nodded towards Sam.

Mr. White had walked you outside and was standing on the steps.

“Sammy, to make it look like Y/N and I are an actual engaged couple, maybe you should sit in the back and let Y/N sit up front.” Dean suggested to Sam quietly. You smiled. You loved sitting up front in the impala. You had to admit, the impala was a beauty. Dean only let you drive once, and you enjoyed every second of it.

“Yeah. Whatever Dean.” Sam chuckled as he got in the back.

“M’lady.” Dean laughed, as he opened your door for you.

“Why thank you, Mr. Tufnel..” You winked at Dean, getting in the car. Once the door was closed, you began laughing and you could see Dean laughing as well as he made his way around the car to the drivers’ side.

Dean opened his door and you turned on the radio in the impala, Apocalyptic Love by Slash started blaring through the speakers. You couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across your face. When the impala sped off back to the motel room you sang at the top of your lungs at the song currently playing.

“This is the last time

Oh, oh

Don’t care how we do it

Just as long as we can love under the same sky

All we got is tonight”

This was one of the many reasons Dean felt the way he did about you. He looked over at you and a smile spread across his face. You loved rock music and you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot whenever this song came on. The sun was shining in your face but that wouldn’t stop you from head banging and thrashing in your seat while belting out the lyrics to the song. You were carefree at moments like this and Dean couldn’t ask for you any other way.

Dean snapped out of his train of thoughts when you started to dig through your bag. You pulled out your phone that played ‘Back In Black’ By AC/DC, and you turned down the radio answering it.


“Oh, hey Kai. Who’s phone is this?”

“What happened to your old phone and why do you need a new number?”

“I don’t know, I promised the boys I’d stay in tonight.”

You looked over at Dean who turned to look at you. You raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed in defeat.

“I guess I can. Where do you wanna meet?”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Alright, Love you.”

You looked over at Dean, who was intensely keeping his gaze on the road and was doing the jaw thing he does when he’s feeling upset or mad.

You touched his shoulder. “Hey, are you sure it’s okay?”

“Yeah. It’s fine I’ll probably just do some research with Sammy. Ya know, figure out what this thing is.”

“Dean, I think I have an idea what it is.”

“And you didn’t mention this earlier?” He slightly turned his head to glance at you while you spoke.

“I think it’s a Djinn. I remember my Dad talking about a hunt with John where the same thing was happening to the bodies.”

“Y/N could be right, Dean. It makes perfect sense. I think I remember reading something about them in dad’s journal. I mean, the liquified bodies? What else could do that, Dean?” Sam had grabbed John’s journal and began flipping through pages.

“I don’t know, Sammy. It seems kinda off.” Dean protested.

“According to Dad’s journal, this is a second type of Djinn. Uh, their eyes light up blue, they pass as humans, all that regular jazz, except these leave their victims with jelly-like insides, and supposedly, when they poison their victims, they leave behind a blue handprint.”

“Like a bastard offshoot? Great. Well that would explain why all the victims had a blue hand mark somewhere on them.” Dean glanced at Sam in the rearview mirror.

“Alright. So say this thing is a ‘Djinn Offshoot’. How the hell do we kill it?” You said sitting up and turning your body sideways in the seat.

“Well. I imagine it would be like all Djinn’s. A silver knife dipped in Lamb’s blood.” Dean said looking at you.

You nodded and turned your head to look out the impala window.

“Hey, your dad hunted many Djinns. I’m sure he’s hunted this kind before. Just because your dad was killed by a Djinn, doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get killed by one okay?” Dean reached over and picked your hand up in his. You looked up to him and tried to wipe the tears that rolled down your face.

He let go of your hand and lifted up his arm. “C’mere.”

You unbuckled yourself and slid down the seat and leaned against Dean. He rested his arm around your shoulder and kept his eyes on the road. You yawned and felt your eyes getting heavier by the minute. Your eyes fluttered shut and you were asleep.

This is why Dean was your bestfriend. You could be the saddest person in the world but with one gesture he could change your mood. He didn’t care if you fell asleep on him. You meant something to him and if letting you cuddle into him helped you stop being upset than so be it. He hated seeing you upset. Especially if you were upset over your parents’ death. That isn’t something you should be afraid of anymore, you have him to protect you.

Dean stared down at you. Why did he feel this way about you? You’re supposed to be his bestfriend, he shouldn’t feel this way.

Once Sam was for sure that you were asleep, he spoke up. “Dean, you gotta tell her. You’re so oblivious, dude. She feels the same way about you.”

“Sammy, that’s not true. She’s in love with Kyle. I’m her bestfriend. That’s all I’ll ever be. End of story.”

“You and I both know there’s something about that Kyle guy, Dean. Just know, that Y/N deserves the best.”

“Sam, you know that I know Y/N deserves the best. Hell, she deserves something special and if that Kyle guy is special to her, than that’s fine by me. She needs someone to brighten her days after everything she’s been through. Hell, we all do. But I don’t care about that. If any of us deserve a white picket fence life, it’s sure as hell Y/N. You and I, we’ve been in it for far too long. Y/N, she’s something else man. She means too much to me to ruin it all. She’s my bestfriend and I love her.” Dean leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

You snuggled closer into his side and wrapped an arm around his torso and smiled in your sleep.

Sam and Dean talked awhile in the car about random things. Some things about the job, some things about your sister, Ashleigh. But most of the things they talked about were you. Making sure you were asleep before they started talking about you of course.

You awoke while being carried into the motel room. You buried your head into the neck of whoever was carrying you. You took a deep breath and instantly recognized the aroma of an alcohol and woodsy smell. Dean.

You felt a red hot pain on your stomach and you winced. “Dean, Dean.”

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked quickly rushing to sit you down on the bed.

“Dean, Agh! Dean, my stitches.” You gritted through your teeth.

“Sammy, I think Y/N ripped her stitches.” Dean yelled to his brother in the parking lot.

The last hunt you were on, a Demon lunged at you mid-battle and sliced you on your stomach with a knife, Sammy had to patch you up. Sam rushed into the room and closed the door to the room behind him. You squeezed your eyes shut in pain. Dean had began taking off your dress jacket and blouse, you were left in your tank top.

“Y/N, I’m gonna need you to take off your shirt. Dean, she needs to lay down. Now.” Sam ordered looking at his brother.

You nodded your head and began taking off your tank top until you cried out in pain from the sudden movement. You felt the bed dip behind you and Dean helped you take off your tank top. You were now left in your black Victoria’s Secret bra and your dress pants as Dean pulled you back into his chest so Sam could access your wound easier. He began to do his work and you winced in pain.

Dean automatically gripped your hands tight and whispered little things in your ear about how he’s glad you’re his bestfriend because you’re a fighter. How you’re the only girl he knows that enjoys everything he does and he couldn’t ask for anyone else as a bestfriend.

“You’re lucky you only ripped half of the stitches out Y/N/N.” Sam slapped your leg slightly and smiled at you as he got up.

“Shit, you guys. Kyle’s gonna be so pissed. I can’t go out when I’m in this much pain.” You started worriedly. “He’s gonna think I’m lying.” You began to become scared at your own words. Though you hid your fright from Sam and Dean, you couldn’t lie to yourself.

Kyle has never physically hurt you, but he’s threatened you before while drunk one night. He gets very upset and drinks away his problems and they turn to anger. You’re never really sure why you’re with him. Maybe it’s because you’re afraid to not be with him because of what he might do?

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just tell him that you aren’t feeling well. If he gives you any problems, let us know and we’ll deal with him. Okay? You have us to protect you.” Dean squeezed your hands and kissed the side of your head. He lifted you up a little bit so he could move out of your way and get you your phone. Once Dean had left the bed, Sam helped you put your white tank back on. ‘

Dean always does little gestures like the one that he just did. It was his way of showing you that you were his bestfriend and that nothing would/could break you two apart. Dean had come back with your phone by now and he handed it to you. You called Kyle.

“Hey Kyle, I’m not really feeling well, so I think I’m gonna skip tonight.”

“No, it’s nothing like that I promise.” You motioned for Dean to help you up.

“Hold on, give me a second.” Once Dean helped you up, you gave him a sad smile and walked towards the door.

You walked out the door of the motel room and Dean followed you, a look of confusion spread across his features. He stopped and leaned in the motel door as you walked across the parking lot to lean against the impala where Dean couldn’t hear you speak.

You looked Dean in the face as you spoke these next words to Kyle. “Kai, you know that Dean’s only my bestfriend. I love you, you know that. I would never cheat on you with Dean. Baby, you know I love you.” You couldn’t stop the tears that came out of your eyes. It was so hard to lie to Dean, yet you didn’t know if what you were feeling, were feelings for Dean or just a temporary thing. You were still looking Dean in the face from where you stood leaning against the impala. He was staring back at you intently.

“Babe, I promise. I love you.” You spoke into the phone. Your voice, cracked towards the end of your sentence.

How could you love someone who scared you? You were positive now within yourself that Kyle is not the one you belong with. Especially because the thought of Kyle scared you.

“Alright. Love you. Bye.” You hung up and you screamed in anger and threw your phone across the parking lot, where it met with the wall and smashed into pieces.

You gripped at your stitches in pain and tears sprung to your eyes. You heard Dean start to walk to your aid, but you dismissed him to go back inside. You heard the motel door slowly close. You hid your face in your hands and began to cry. You slid down the side of the impala and sat there with your legs pulled up to your chest. You don’t know how long you sat there for, probably minutes when you decided to head back in.

You slowly pulled yourself up and walked back into the motel room. Dean rushed to your side and engulfed you in a hug. “You can’t do that. You can’t make me wait to make sure if you’re alright.” Dean whispered.

“Literally, Y/N. He was freaking out.” Sam gave you a sympathetic look.

“I’m fine. Just wanna take a shower, and go to bed.” You said in a small voice.

Dean let go of you and you quickly reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as you could. Dean instinctively wrapped his hands around your waist and hugged you back equally as hard, if not harder.

“I’m sorry.” You squeaked.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let it out, isn’t that what you always tell the victim’s families while we’re on cases? To let it out because it’s okay to cry?” Dean moved a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead. “Go get in the shower, wash up and we’ll watch movies alright?”

You nodded and moved to the end of the bed where your duffle bag was. Once you picked out some clothes, you entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You turned on the shower and striped. You turned on your ipod and clicked on So Far Away - Avenged Sevenfold. The song began and you stepped in the shower, getting your hair and body wet. You couldn’t help yourself when you slid down the wall and hugged your knees.

Outside the bathroom door, Dean was sitting on your bed staring intently at the beer in his hands. He knew what was going on in that shower. How could he not? He was your bestfriend, he knew everything about you. He knew that you were crying in the shower. He knew what that song meant. He knew that was the song you listened to when you needed to think and cry. He knew how much pain you were in because it’s not often that you’ll listen to that song. You only listen to it when your upset. It was your way of calming down.

After about an hour of crying and thinking in the shower, you finished washing your hair and body. You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off. You dressed yourself, stepping into a pair of spandex shorts and one of Dean’s old button ups that he gave you a long time ago because it no longer fit. You decided you were too tired to brush your hair so you left it the way it was. You brushed your teeth and removed the mess your makeup had left on your face from the shower and crying.

You walked out of the door and Dean immediately shot his attention towards you. “Are you hungry? Do you want food?”

You shook your head no. “I’m fine, thanks.” You answered in a small voice.

“Do you want to watch movies?”

You shook your head no once again. “I just wanna go to sleep. I’m sorry Dean.” You pulled your covers down a little bit and walked over to Dean who sat on the couch.

“Goodnight Sammy.” You waved.

“Night, Y/N/N.” He gave you a sad smile.

“I’ll be better tomorrow. Don’t worry okay?” You fake smiled and hugged Dean.

“I still don’t even know what’s wrong Y/N/N.” He replied simply.

“I’ll tell you when the time comes. Just not now Dean..” You shied away from him and crawled into bed. You turned your back to Dean and pulled up the covers. You let little, quiet sobs escape your mouth. You fell asleep like that, quietly crying while Dean and Sam said nothing. They were too confused.

You woke up when you heard Dean arguing with someone at the door.

“Where the fuck is she Dean?!”

Fuck. Kyle.

He must’ve saw you in bed and pushed Dean aside because the next thing you heard was Dean yelling. “Kyle, what the fuck. Leave her alone, man. She’s sleeping.”

“I don’t give a fuck Dean. She’s my girlfriend. She’s coming with me.” Kyle pulled back your covers and scooped you up in his arms. You pretended that you just woke up.

“Kyle? What the fuck? How’d you get here?” You asked sleepily.

“Doesn’t matter. You look fine, we’re going out.” He demanded.

“Kyle put me down.” You grew angry. You were mostly scared though. You hadn’t told Kyle where you were or where you were staying. So how in the world did he get here?

“C’mon. We’re going out.” He grew annoyed.

“Kyle, put the girl down for christ sakes.” Dean warned.

Kyle let you down and stared daggers at Dean.

“Excuse us.” You pushed Kyle towards the door and closed it once you were outside.

You dragged him down two blocks away from the hotel and he leaned his back against a building.

“Kyle, this needs to stop. We’re over.”

“We’re not over until I say we’re over.”

“Kyle. I’m not doing this anymore. It’s like you don’t fucking trust me!” You yelled.

“Yes I do, of course I do.” He replied, his face turning sad. He walked closer to you and hugged you tightly. “I’m sorry, Dean’s a lot better looking than me and you’re so much closer with him. I’m sorry.”

Who was this man? This definitely wasn’t Kyle.

“Please don’t be mad.” He spoke.

“I’m not.” You looked down.

“Look at me.”

You looked up.

“Kiss me if you’re not mad.”


“Y/N. If you’re not mad at me, kiss me and I’ll believe you.”

You tilted your head up and kissed him. He turned and backed you up against the wall.

Once you parted, you spoke. “See? I’m not mad.”

Kyle kissed you again and you began kissing back. He had to believe that you actually loved him still.

He began to kiss your jaw-line and he moved to your neck, sucking.

“Kyle. Stop.”

He didn’t answer. His grip on your hips became tighter and your stitches were hurting now.

“Kyle. Stop. That hurts my stitches.” You began.

“You’re mine. Not Dean fucking Winchester’s.” He growled.

He moved his hands so one was roaming under your shirt and the other tugged at your shorts. You tried to push him away. Sheer terror masked across your face.

“Kyle, stop. This isn’t you. I don’t want this. Stop.” You began to cry.

He stopped and looked up at you. He intensely kept his eyes locked on yours.


He went back to sucking on your neck. He pressed his bulge against you and tears sprung to your eyes. As he unzipped his jeans, he tugged down your spandex shorts.

“Kyle. Stop it! I’m not having sex with you. This is rape!” You screamed.

You had been struggling since his lips attached themselves to your neck and you couldn’t seem to break free. But now you had a chance. You had seen the empty beer bottle in the dumpster and took your chance. You smashed it against Kyle’s head and it shattered. Kyle fell to the floor knocked out and you took your chance to run. You pulled your shorts back up and ran for your life back to the motel room.

You burst through the door and fell to your knees. Dean looked up at you from what he was doing(gif). He shot up from his chair and you ran to him. You collapsed into his arms and balled your eyes out.

“What happened?! What did that scum bag do to you?!” He screamed.

“Dean, he tried to rape me. I.. I couldn’t defend myself.” You cried.

“He what!?”

You cried harder into Dean. “I hit him over the head with a beer bottle Dean. If that beer bottle wasn’t there..”

“Shhh, I would’ve heard you screaming. I would’ve came and got you.” He rubbed his hands over your back and you could tell he was trying to hold back his tears for your sake.

After Dean had calmed you down, he moved you to the bed. Where he sat with his back against the headboard and you in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest. He had been playing with your hair and you had started to fall asleep. You hadn’t noticed but the butterflies were throwing a party in your stomach.

“Dean?” You quietly asked.

“Hmmmm?” He hummed.

“Where’s Sammy?”

“He wanted to get another room. Said he felt bad I was stuck on a couch.”

“Oh.” You replied.

“Dean?” You asked again.

“Yes?” he kissed the side of your head.

“Do you know why I was fighting with Kyle?”

He didn’t answer and you took that as your signal to keep speaking.

“He thought I was cheating on him. He was threatening me in the parking lot. He’s threatened me multiple times and I was too scared to say anything to anyone because I was afraid of what he could do to me. Or you, or sammy.”

“He couldn’t ruin me even if he tried sweetie.”

You felt your cheeks blush. You turned around and sat criss-cross between Dean’s legs.

“Dean. I threw my phone across the parking lot because I was lying to myself. I was lying to Kyle. I didn’t love him anymore, he scared the shit out of me. I was angry because he was stopping me from going where my true feelings were.”

“What are you saying Y/N?”

“Dean. I love you, my feelings are with you. I need you to know. I can’t keep hiding this from you.”

Dean stared in your eyes with confusion spread across his face.

Your eyes filled with tears. “Nevermind, I knew you could never-”

Dean interrupted you and he held your face in his hands. He closed his eyes and his lips met yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you smiled into the kiss.

“I love you Y/N. I have for a while. Maybe we should’ve realized this sooner.” He smiled as he kissed you again and turned off the lamp next to the bed. You crawled into Dean’s embrace and before you both fell asleep like that, you spoke up.



“I always knew I would be loved. I just never imagined to be loved by you.” You smiled and fell asleep happy. You had Dean and you couldn’t be happier.