It’s interesting because Star Wars continues to evolve and George when watching that scene, he really liked it, but then he went “Uhhh, we have to take that scene out.” “Why, George?” “Because the Sith can’t become ghosts. That’s not what they do. They’re so concerned with their corporeal existence, and wealth, and power that they can’t think beyond that. They don’t think about the afterlife. That’s why they’re all afraid to die. That’s why they’re always trying to figure out how to cheat death.” […] So that scene was cut. But that’s the cool thing about The Clone Wars. It’s the last George Lucas produced Star Wars. And there’s so much you can learn about that mythology by watching that show very carefully.
A/N: This is my really late submission for @percussiongirl2017 ‘s birthday challenge! Hopefully it was worth the wait. I had the prompt, “You can’t tell me how to live my life. You’re not my mother.” & my song is “Hey Jude” – The Beatles. The pairing is Dean x Sister!Reader however there is some Sam in there as well. The reader is the oldest sibling.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
“Take care of Sam and Dean.”
That was your motto. You were eight years old when your mother died in the fire that turned your life upside down. You could remember the heat, the fear you felt, and how you had never gripped Dean’s hand or held onto Sammy so tightly then you did that night when you brought them out of the burning house.
Ever since then your father gave you one task, to take care of Sam and Dean. It wasn’t something that was foreign to you; it was something that you had loved helping your mother do. She had always lovingly referred to you as the mini mama because you enjoyed it so much.
If a tree’s roots die, the tree dies. The only problem is that because roots are hidden underground you don’t know there’s a problem until it’s too late; the tree gets uprooted and taken out just like that –– a snap in the wind as it’s hollowed out from the inside.
That’s how Castiel felt. That’s exactly what he felt when Dean’s mind no longer spoke to him.
Request: “Could You Write Something Where The Reader Pretty Much Grows Up With The Winchesters And Her Mom Dies And So They Basically Adopt Her And The Reader Develops Feelings For Dean But Doesn’t Think He Feels The Same Way About Her? Thank You!”
Warnings: Mild swearing, death, mentions of sex.
Word Count: 2009
Notes: Since you didn’t really specify any ending I just winged it, hope you enjoy anon! -Dani (You’re welcome for proofreading this, Dani! -Lottie) (Also Y/M/N means “your mom’s name”)
Prompt: You and Sam had been left alone in the motel room to do some research on the current case. Dean had headed to a bar, frustrated because the case wasn’t going anywhere. Research gets boring, so you decide to find something else to do,specifically Sam.
Warnings: Smut, Smut, and more Smut. Slightly Dom!Sam, Daddy Kink
Word count: 1,046
You were laying on one of the beds in the motel room, on your stomach, scrolling through pages of research to try and help your case, which had gone nowhere for the past couple of days. Sam was on the bed next to you, doing the same thing, none of you having any luck with finding anything. “My god. This is boring.” You grumbled. “We’re finding nothing.” “Tell me about it. I give up.” Sam said, shutting his laptop, clearly frustrated. “We should of gone out with Dean.” “Well, we could go to find him, but I have a better idea.” You said, shutting your laptop as well, and going over to the bed Sam was laying on. “Which is?” You had liked Sam for a while, and for some reason, tonight was the night you needed him. Maybe it was the frustration from the case building up, needing to be let out. Instead of answering his question with words, you latched your lips on to his. Sam froze for a second, and pulled back. “Y-Y/N, are you sure?” You nodded, before kissing him again, this time, Sam kissed back. He pulled himself into a sitting position, and pulled you forward, so you were straddling his lap. Your tongues battled for dominance, as you pushed him back down, so that you were leaning over him. You could already feel the bulge in his jeans, and began to tease him slightly. You reached your hand down, playing with his cock, over his trousers, as you kissed him. “Suck me off.” He mumbled against your lips, after a few minutes of you teasing him. You ignored his request, until he pulled back from you. “I said, suck me off.” You could see his eyes full of lust and passion. When you didn’t move again, he grabbed some of your hair in a fist, and pulled you down. You un-did his belt, and slid off his jeans, and boxers in a swift motion. You could already see the pre-cum on his tip. You leant down, and licked it off, already earning a groan from Sam. You decided to tease him a bit more, swirling your tongue, around the tip for a few seconds, before Sam pushed your head down, so his cock filled your mouth. “Tease Daddy again, and you don’t get a reward.” He said, growling slightly. You moved your mouth up and down his cock, using your hands where your mouth couldn’t reach, and swirling your tongue around it, as you did. “Fuck Y/N.” Sam groaned. He grabbed your hair tighter, as you went faster. After a few minutes of you doing this, and Sam groaning your name, he lifted your head up, and flipped you both over, so he was above you. “Now, it’s time for your reward Princess.” He smirked, before ripping your shirt off you. He lifted you up slightly, to unclasp the blue lacy bra you were wearing, chucking it on the floor, with your ripped shirt. He lay you back down, with tender kisses on your lips, before moving down to your neck, and biting, making you emit a groan. He bit down hard enough to know he was gonna leave a mark, before kissing down your collar bone, and reached your breasts. He started kissing one slightly, grasping the other, and kneading it with his hands. He began to kiss and suck on the other one, focusing on the nipple, before removing his mouth, replacing it with his other hand, and moving down. He put his head between your thighs, and looked at you. “Want Daddy to eat you out, Princess?” “Yes, yes please.” “Yes, please what?” He demanded. “Yes please Daddy.” That was all he needed, before he buried himself between your thighs. You felt him tease you by licking your folds. “So wet.” He said, from where he was. “Is this all for me, Princess?” “Yes Daddy.” You groaned, as his tongue entered you. He swirled his tongue around inside you, making you groan out in pleasure, knotting your hands in his hair. He moved one of his hands of off your breasts, and entered two fingers inside of you as well. The sheer movement, gave you so much pleasure, and you arched your back, as you could feel your orgasm building. “Da-Daddy, I need to c-cum.” You mumbled out between groans of pleasure. “Cum for me Princess.” He said, his voice muffled. You let yourself go, your juices coating his fingers and his tongue, as he made sure to lick up all your juices. He sat up, and licked his fingers clean of your juices. “Fuck me, Daddy.” You moaned, as he stared at you, with a lustful expression. “Does Princess want Daddy to fuck her as hard as he can?” You nodded, needing him inside you, the thought of it overwhelming you. “Use your words Princess.” “Yes Daddy, I do.” With that, Sam grabbed your ankles, and put your legs against his chest, your feet on his shoulders, and lined himself up with you. He entered you roughly, making you groan in pain and pleasure as he did. He thrust out, as quickly and as roughly as he thrust in. “Faster Daddy, harder.” You groaned. Sam complied, and begun to thrust harder and faster, making you groan. “F-fuck Daddy.” You groaned, feeling another orgasm build up inside you. “D-Daddy, I’m close again.” “Hold it.” He ordered. “You can cum when Daddy says you can.” You tried your best to hold it back, as Sam fully pulled out of you, flipping you over again. “Ride Daddy.” You quickly obliged lining his cock up with your entrance, lowering yourself on to him. You rolled your hips back and forth, making Sam groan. “Fuuuck, Y/N.” He groaned. “Faster.” You obliged by moving your hips faster, as he bucked his hips to match your movements. His bucking movements got rougher and sloppier, as he groaned. “Cum for me.” He groaned, as you let yourself go, at the same time, as Sam did. You rode each other through your highs, before you removed yourself off his cock, and lay on his chest, panting rapidly. Once, you’d caught your breath, you leaned up, looking at Sam. “So, a Daddy kink, huh?” You smirked.
Summary: What can you say? You’re a creative genius, if your mind is not being mentally stimulated you can be pretty disruptive to the productivity of others. It’s a good thing that Negan and Sam don’t mind.
Warnings: Sexual polyamourous relationship between professor and students, girl on girl action, ffm threesome, daddy kink, unprotected sex, use of toys, masturbation
Author’s Notes: Yes it’s a sequel, no you don’t have to read part one, but if you want to here’s the link. Sam is @grungedaddykinks . Feel free to message me if you have any writing ideas for me.
You never thought you would be involved in a polyamorous relationship but so far things were going pretty well. You weren’t really sure what your relationship status was with neither Sam or Negan but things were getting pretty serious. After the term ended, Negan moved you and Sam into his house. It was very well maintained and a huge upgrade from student housing. You couldn’t even fathom trying to sneak Negan and Sam into your old dorm room. The house was right in the centre of town but far enough away from the university that you didn’t risk running into anyone you knew when the three of you would go out and pick up groceries. Negan had even taken you and Sam on a couple of dates.
Request: Saw that your requests are open? Could you do one where the reader is sam and deans lil sister (like 16) and is secretly bi, and john figures it out and she’s scared he won’t accept it but he does and super fluff???? Sorry that was so specific
Pairing: John x daughter!reader. Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.
Note: Forgive me if John’s character is a little off. Everyone is still in school, in the fic!
Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!
Hope you enjoy it!
“So did you finish the project?” You asked Sam. He sat beside you on the bench. Both you two and Dean were currently waiting to be picked up.
“Yeah. I finished mine yesterday,” Sam went on to tell you on what he did, but you zoned out. You were watching Dean and the girl he was with. Dean would do what he does, then you all would be gone within the week.
That girl he was with, she had a younger sister in the same grade as you and you liked her. Liking both guys and girls made life a little difficult. Others normally tend to overlook people like you.
“(Y/N), are you there?” Sam waved a hand in front of you, pulling you out of your daze. You looked back towards him.
“Yeah,” You shook your head slightly. Sam pointed towards the road and you saw the familiar vehicle pull up. “Great.”
You and Sam headed for the car, with Dean not far behind. You slid into the back with Sam.
“Everything good? No fights today, right?” John spoke up. He stopped to look at each one of you. There had been a lot of fights lately, mostly between Dean and others, but occasionally, Sam or you would get into a fight.
“No, sir,” Dean shook his head, staring straight ahead at the road. John looked to Sam.
“No, sir,” Sam copied Dean, then they both looked towards you.
“What about you?” John spoke, but you were looking out the back window, staring at her. She was out talking to her sister and you couldn’t help but stare. John followed your eyes. He titled his head ever so slightly, but then resumed. “(Y/N)!”
“Oh. N-no, sir,” You forced your eyes away and back to your father. He rose one eyebrow slightly, but then turned back around and headed for the motel. Your eyes cascaded downward and you stared at your lap.
You felt Sam put his hand on yours and you looked towards him. He gave you a small nod.
“And that’s how it’s done,“ Sam threw the pencil down and leaned back into the chair.
“Oh. Why didn’t the teacher just explain that way, then?” You titled your head, looking at your older brother.
“They just do what they think is the easiest,” Sam told you. You sighed.
“Why is school so confusing?” You head hit the table and you grumbled.
“Well-” Sam began.
“Sam.” John spoke.
“Yes sir?” Sam looked around to his father, you doing the same. A worried expression filled your face. Both he and Dean had just got back from a hunt, and now he was wanting Sam.
“Go stand out there with Dean.” John commanded.
“Can I just fin-”
Sam exited the room without another word. This only left you and John. You watched, through the window, as Sam headed towards the impala, where Dean was standing. You heard John clear his throat.
“So, (Y/N), when I picked all of you up a couple days ago,” he started, “I noticed that you were looking at someone.”
You didn’t say anything, but you felt your heart rate speed up. You didn’t dare look away, in fear of why he might do. Dean always told you to keep your head held high and don’t break eye contact.
“You like her, don’t you?” He questioned you. There was no backing out now. You didn’t know what you expected, for the great John Winchester not to find out?
“Y-yes…sir,” Your eyes went downward. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t lie to him.
“Hey, hey! Look at me,” His voice was strict, but soft. You slowly tilted your head up at him. “I’m not upset.”
“I’m not upset,” John sat down in the chair Sam was in, “As long as they treat you right, then we’re good.” John gave a small smile at you.
“T-thank you,” You smiled. You still couldn’t believe it.
“Just make sure I don’t have to send your brothers to go beat someone up.”
Part 1 Warnings: Angst, Mentions of past torture Summary: Sam and Dean’s younger sister caught Mary working with the BMoL and left to protect the Colt and her family. How will the Winchesters and Cas react when they see that she’s gone? Word Count: 1946 (It’s a little longer than the first part) Tags are below the cut. Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list.
Cas walked to the library after stopping in front of Y/N’s door. She asked to be left alone so Cas respected that. He saw Sam and Dean sitting at one of the tables with drinks in their hands. “Hey, Cas.” Dean called. “Where’s Y/N?” “Her room.” He answered. “She said she wanted to be left alone.” Sam looked at the angel. “Did something happen on the way back?” “No.” Castiel lied. “She said she was tired.” “I guess we’ll see her in the morning.” Dean said. Moments later Mary walked in and sat down next to Dean. She looked around. “Where’s Y/N?” “She went to bed.” Sam informed her. “Cas said she was tired.” “Oh.” Mary whispered. “I was going to talk to her.” “You’ll have to wait until morning.” Sam laughed. “She sleeps like a rock.” Dean added. About an hour later they went their separate ways and headed to bed. The next morning Dean walked down to his sister’s room to get her up for breakfast. He knocked on the door and didn’t hear a response. He opened the door and walked in to see her bed empty. He looked around and noticed the dresser drawers were mostly empty and her weapons bag was missing from the closet. He was about to yell for Sam when he saw folded pieces of paper resting on the pillow. There was one for him, Sam, Cas, and Mary. He grabbed his letter and eased onto the edge of the bed.
(Sorry, forgot to include this bit bc I’m a Tumblr idiot.)
While we were chatting after autographs on Sat, we delivered boxes of wine-infused chocolate truffles to Sam and Cait that @givemethewest brought from Oregon. At one point, @birdie4573 teasingly offered Sam’s box to Cait. Sam said to Cait, “Didn’t you say earlier that you wanted dessert?”—to which Cait replied, “Why yes, Sam, I do want some dessert.” So cheeky. Sam read from the box and gave Cait her pick of Pinot Noir, Pinot Gris or Syrah. Cait said, “Hmmm, that’s a hard decision. I’ll have the Syrah.” My kind of gal.
I respectfully decline the invitation to join your hallucination - Scott Adams
Sam drives with white knuckles and a far away stare. He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat, doesn’t stop unless you asks him to. His body sits rigid with two hands on the wheel and foot heavy on gas as if he has somewhere to be. There is no destination and you both know it. There is no reason left, motivation slid down the drain five states back, now it’s just movement. Forward motion to keep it going, can’t stop, won’t stop, Sam thinks he might die of he stops now ‘cause there’s an aching itch under his skin that won’t go away, no matter how hard he claws it.
“I hate this car.”
Sam’s glad you’re the one who said it so he didn’t have do. He hates it too, hates everything about the gritty engine rumble and the screeching hinge of the doors. He thinks about selling the Impala, weighs the thought of someone else driving it with the unnerving feeling of driving the fucker himself. No one else should be sitting behind the wheel - you suggest burning it. You want to buy a gallon of gasoline, drive out into the desert and watch the ancient hunk of metal go up in flames. You beg him, crying wildly and making a scene at the Amoco until he has to pick you and lock you both in the unisex bathroom. You just want to get rid of it, you warn him you’ll walk away, you’ll leave him because there’s too much of Dean wrapped up in the damn car.
Summary: This is an AU where you and Dean have been separated by a terrible curse for over two years. You’re banding together with some old friends and old enemies to bring down the person responsible in hopes of removing the curse. If you missed Part 1 get caught up HERE.
Warnings: blink-and-you-miss-it smut (I don’t know either guys), canon typical angstishness?
A/N: This is partly inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies Ladyhawke, though I’m taking it in a different direction. This will be a multi-part series. This is my first AU series, so feedback is very much appreciated!
Thanks to the fabulous beta @wheresthekillswitch, you are so wonderful! I don’t know what I’d do without you!
Thank you to the amazing @arryn-nyxx for the BEAUTIFUL aesthetic you created! You capture a feeling with color, light and pictures that I can rarely find with words.
My tags are open so send me a message or an ask if you’d like to be added to the list!
Crowley moves out from the back of the cave. His black scales make him hard to see but his
eyes give him away. Glowing green, they
watch you as you move closer.
“We’ve been looking for you.“
“Well, you’ve found me,” he says turning to go deeper into
“Wait, we need your help.”
“My help?” he whips around, his huge face mere inches from
yours. “Why should I help you? Like you helped me when I needed it?”
“I’m sorry, we should have…” you say backing away.
Crowley laughs flapping his huge black wings. The wolf growls at your side, his hackles
rising, as he steps in front of you.
“Shut up dog. I’m
just teasing. Besides, it’s not so bad
being a dragon.”
“Of course, it’s bad!” he roars and the smell of dead meat
fills the cave. “It’s awful! Why do you think I’m holed up here?”
“That’s why we’re here,” Sam says stepping up next to you. “We have a plan to get you back to your old
“And just what is this plan?”
“First, we need some information from you,” you say.
“Darling, information doesn’t come cheap.”
Rolling your eyes, you raise your crossbow and squeeze as a
bolt zips out, hitting Crowley in his front leg.
“Ow! Hey, that hurt!”
“I’m so sorry princess,” you say lowering your arm.
Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader Word count: 2,062 Warnings: Minor hunting violence. Low key smut. Nothing super graphic. Unprotected sex. Mentions of male and female oral. Request: ( @little-red-83 ) Ok so how about this for a Mick fic (it’s a thing now, calling them Mick fics. Cause I said so lol) anyways: Reader is a close friend of the Winchesters. And Mick makes it known that he is interested but she brushes him off. Sam & Dean know better, they can tell that she likes him & they ask her why she won’t go out with him & she says “Pfft, not with a beard like that. He needs to grow it or shave it off.” Mick overhears & the next day shows up clean shaven. Then she says yes and… smut?
“This is so fucking stupid.” Dean grumbled, pulling at the pink ribbon hanging from his neck. Specifically, the collar around his neck, complete with a fucking bell of all things.
He felt stupid - he looked stupid, and this whole thing was just plain stupid.
He didn’t even know how he managed to find stockings in his size - nonetheless these little cat ones, the ones which when he saw he couldn’t help but blush and imagine how the soft fabric would feel against him.
And then he couldn’t help but purchase them shamefully, with the clerk giving him a knowing smirk. And now he’s sitting on Sam’s motel bed, feeling fucking stupid and ridiculous and Sam’s just gonna laugh at him because he’s still a grown ass man wearing pink stockings and a collar with a bell and a ribbon and he buried his face in his hands, groaning.
This is the most stupid idea he’s ever had, and done, and he should just change before Sam gets back from the store and as he stood up to do just that the door opened with the most deafening, not really so, regular door opening sound. Whatever - Dean was panicking.
“Hi Sammy.” Dean said, strangled tone and Sam didn’t look up just yet, locking the door behind him and he was humming softly, deep tune flinging about in the small room and Dean bit his lower lip, feeling apprehension build uncomfortably in him.
“Hey -” Sam paused, mouth hanging open, bag of food clunking to the floor and there he went - finally noticing Dean’s absolutely stupid get up, “Dean.” Sam’s voice was quiet, breathy, and one hundred percent shocked.
Reasonably so, Dean figured.
“Dean, you look…” Sam trailed off, coming to stand a few feet off and still appearing flabbergasted.
“Yeah, I know, I look fucking ridiculous, don’t I?” Dean said, feeling dumb and he curled in on himself, one knee pressing to his chest and shrugging his shoulders closer - he really shouldn’t have done this.
“No no, you look, fuck, man,” Sam raked a hand through his hair, one hand gesturing about Dean as if that said anything and Dean hugged his knees close under the attention.
“You don’t have to rub it in, I know I look -”
“Fucking hot?” Sam ended the sentence for him, and it was Dean’s turn to look shocked.
“What? No - I look like a grown ass man wearing pink ribbony shit, which, to say, means fucking stupid.” Dean said, looking to Sam as if he was the one with the ridiculous get up.
Sam just laughed, moving close to put his hands on Dean’s shoulders.
“Yes, you do look like a ‘grown ass man wearing pink ribbony shit’,” Sam requoted so elegantly, “because you are a grown ass man wearing pink ribbony shit.”
Sam’s words weren’t helping Dean’s nerves, he glared up at his brother, “Where the fuck are you going with this?” He snapped out.
“That although you may look sort of ridiculous, you also look insanely hot. Like - really fucking hot.” Sam enunciated his words with heated eyes, lingering as they traced up Dean’s folded legs to the pink little collar clasped around his neck.
Dean felt himself warm up at the hungry gaze, face blushing bright and he looked to Sam’s shirt because he couldn’t handle Sam’s adoring eyes.
“Oh.” Dean managed, raising one hand to wrap around one of Sam’s wrists, his brother hands still heavy and warm on his shoulders. Dean mustered the courage to finally look Sam in the eye, and he chuckled nervously, licking his lips and not failing to notice the way Sam traced the movement.
“So, I uh, guess fitting myself into these stockings was worth it?”
“Very worth it.” Sam reaffirmed, and Dean smiled.
“Fuck yeah,” Dean breathed out, relief flooding him and he leaned up onto his knees, pressing his hands onto Sam’s chest and tracing the strong lines hidden beneath blue plaid. “I was sitting there freaking out for a fuck ton of time.”
“Mm, we’re going to have to make up for that lost time, won’t we?” Sam said, low and Dean returned the lecherous grin.
“Fuck yeah.” Dean said, again, this time grinning wildly and he laughed joyously when Sam tackled him down to the bed.
PINK THINGS HAVE BEEN SEMI DELIVERED I DONT KNOW THIS WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND
light cursing, tiny bit of (fake) blood and gore, light violence (aka Dean punching
someone), uhh… a Halloween-style haunted house + the stuff associated
with one? (if that can even be considered a warning haha)
A/N: This was written for @luci-in-trenchcoats
‘s 2k Follower Challenge. Congrats on the milestone, Michelle, and I’m
sorry this is late! (All of my challenge fics are late, why do I say this like it’s such a surprise?? XD)
I also accidentally hit post instead of save draft
like the bloody idiot I am, so if this looks sorta familiar to any of
y’all, that’s why lmao.
And it’s impossible for me to come up with short titles.
“Why in the world would someone come to a haunted house in the middle
of spring?” Y/N let out an exasperated sigh and batted a fake cobweb
away from her face. “And why the hell would someone hide a cursed object
She and Dean navigated their way through the fake
corpses, searching for the ornate mirror while dodging the people who
leapt out at them every few feet.
Dean chuckled at his
girlfriend’s annoyance. “I don’t know, but the sooner we find the damn
thing, the sooner we’ll be outta here.”
Y/N sighed once more as
the two of them were led into a slender hallway, small enough that they
barely fit walking single file. The hallway soon opened up into a large
room adorned with worn furniture and creepy portraits hanging on the
walls. Fake fog blew into the room, covering the ground and making it
difficult for either of the hunters to see where they were stepping.