yeah i went back to old faithful there

She Calls Me Daddy Too.

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There’s nothing like a man in a nice suit. You watch the tall man in front of you order, admiring the back side of him in all its glory. When that back side turns this front side you do you best to ignore the impressive bulge in his trousers.
Your eyes snap up at the sound of your name.
“That’s cruel, don’t even recognize me,” he teased and the smile is what brought it all together for you.
It was Rafael. Oh my god.
“Rafi?!” You practically screamed, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight. He didn’t hesitate to hug back.
Rafael was your high school boyfriend. From the ages of 14 to 18 Rafael Barba flooded your every sense with his love for you.
Even the breakup was amicable. You’d known he was going to Harvard and you were so proud, pushing him to go and pursue his dreams. Of course, then he’d been an awkward and fumbling teen. You’d been each other’s first kiss, first relationship, first time and falling in love with him had always felt like coming home.
You look back up at the man who stood before you, “wow Rafi, you aren’t exactly the boy next door anymore. You grew up.” You smile and run a palm over his scruffy chin.
“When did you get facial hair?!” You accuse and you both laugh. It feels so right.
He just smiles at you, “you look so beautiful, carino.” The nickname warmed your heart. Different on the outside, but he was still your Rafi. The Rafi who had asked you every five minutes if you were okay during sex, who had also held you in his arms and let you cry when family troubles got hard.
“Do you wanna get a cup of coffee or something?”
He chuckles, “Carino, were in a coffee shop, remember?”
You flush, “right, right, sorry. It’s just… Wow you look different…”
“How so?”
“Have you looked in a mirror lately Rafi? You went from ’hello sir, nice to finally meet you, I’ll have your daughter home by 9,’ to ’she calls me daddy too.’”
He bursts out laughing, “yeah? Wel,l I seem to remember even back then a certain someone calling me ‘papi.’
You took a deep breath and a leap of faith, "care to reprise that role, papi?”
His eye darkened as he smirked, putting his hand on your lower back and leading you out of the coffee shop, “I’m always happy to catch up with old friends.”
“Especially when those old friends know everything you like in bed?”
“Damn straight,” he pressed you back against the car and kissed you hard, lips hungrily attacking yours. He kissed hotter than you remember, there was a tender affection there, but it was nearly overshadowed by the blazing lust.
You smile, pulling up for air breathless and he presses his nose against your cheek. “My place or yours, carino?”
“You pick papi, but pick fast or I’m letting oh take me right here.”
Those words would have made your sweet Rafi blush redder than your lipstick, but this Rafael just smirked, kissing you again and whispering against your lips, “don’t tempt me.”
You liked new Rafael. You liked him a lot.

Scarecrow - Part 1

Word Count: 2205

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: Sorry. I feel like this is awful. 

Tagging: @letsgetoutalive @aprofoundbondwithdean @spnfanficpond @pb-5minutefanfiction @desiringspnimagines @supernotnatural2005 @blacktithe7

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“Dad? Are you hurt?” Sam asked. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere. We didn’t know where you were. If you were ok.” Sam sighed. “We’re fine, Dad, where are you?” he asked.

You were still asleep, although vaguely aware that someone was talking. Being a hunter, you were a light sleeper most of the time. You were abruptly brought back to almost full consciousness when you felt your body move up. Dean had sat up in bed. It was then you were aware that the pillow you thought you buried your face in was actually Dean’s chest. “Is that Dad?” he asked, not even really aware himself you were on him.

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