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mermaidgirl30 · 1 month

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✨New Beginnings✨

Joel Miller x fem! reader

Series Masterlist Part 1

A/N: I loved writing this, it was so soft 🥹 This can be read as a stand alone, but it is a continuation of my fic Fortnight! I hope you enjoy! This is the ending I wanted for them 🥰 Might write another little cute one shot for them in the near future because I love them so much. Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for beta reading and helping me with the mood board 🩷

Summary: You’ve spent the last three years healing, growing, and letting go. During a day at the lake, fate steps in when you run into Joel without a wedding ring on.

Word Count: 2.9k

Rating: 18+ Only

Tags: fluff, flirting, making up for lost time, old flame, no use y/n, reader sees Joel again after 3 years, reader has a dog named Sammy

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The summer breeze of Austin rushes through your hair, the smell of fresh oak, the sloshing sounds of lapping blue water, and the feel of new beginnings permeates throughout the air. Summer. Your favorite time of year, your favorite place to be. Georgetown Lake. An escape, a picturesque safe haven where you can sunbathe and let Sammy, your golden retriever, pounce around the clear water as it splashes against his sandy fur.

You’ve been doing okay lately, healing, moving on like you should’ve a long time ago. After sulking around the house days after the mail incident with Joel, you knew it was time to do something, anything to make that pit of sadness wash away. You couldn’t face Tess again, face him, not after you broke down in tears the moment he slipped his calloused fingers firmly around your wrist. It was too much, too soon, too fresh. Even though it had been years since you’d broken up. You never quite got over him, his face, his eyes. But It was way past time, the time to move on.

So you moved, put a sign outside your house to let everyone know it was on the market and sold to the first offer you got. You remember Joel’s face after he saw the posted sign in your yard full of dying roses. He looked so sad, the flecks of his dark irises shining in the February chill as you caught his eyes after hammering the sign in the soft ground. You were wilting more than your red roses, and you needed a breath of fresh air, a way to thrive and grow like your flowers used to be. It was your sign to flee.

After you sold your house and moved half an hour away, you could finally breathe, the wilts of your lilting petals starting to bloom and thrive the longer you were away from them.

You saw the pictures of their wedding on social media, saw how truly happy they looked. You remember shedding a tear or two looking at the photographs, at her flowing wedding dress, at their shared kiss after saying their “I do’s”. It was enough to send you spiraling, enough to make you drop your laptop and crack the screen. And that was the last time you saw Joel Miller. There was no sense in dwindling over what if’s. It was over, done. You swore you’d never see his face again in the city of Austin. He was the past, you had to look towards your future.

You got a new job, working for an environmental engineering company and helping with tracking the bluegill and catfish populations in the lakes around Austin. You liked working outside, loved being near the water. You always felt at home out on the lake with the soft sand sinking between your toes, the calm breeze always blowing away any worries of your messy life. But it wasn’t so messy anymore. It was peaceful, bright, made you feel alive.

You throw the damp tennis ball again, laughing at the way Sammy flops into the water and splashes around, eagerly fetching the soaked ball as he brings it over to you again.

“You ready, Sammy? Go get it!” you yell as you toss the ball back towards the water. He shakes his soaked fur and makes a run for it, but he stops half way and perks his fuzzy ears up at something in the distance. “Sammy?”

You watch him pant happily and make a dash for it in the opposite direction, barking at nothing you can see. “Sammy!” You follow after him, sprinting behind as you hear his chipper barks and feel your hair blow back behind you as you chase after him.

“Sammy, come on! This isn’t like you,” you breathe out as you run until your legs feel like jello and feel as if you’ll pass out at any second.

Your bare feet drag through the sand on the shore, your breath feeling as if it’s on fire as you run and run and run until you finally see his giddy, long tail and golden paws that leap up off the ground. What’s got him so excited? He never runs up to strangers.

“Sammy! Come here, boy,” you clap your hands together as you walk towards whoever he’s got wrapped around his cute, fluffy face.

“I’m so sorry. He’s not usually like this. I…” You freeze, your breath hitching as you stare at the man that fully consumes your vision. Joel.

He looks over at you, a warm smile curling against the edge of his plush lips as his golden brown eyes crinkle down at you. It nearly takes your breath away. He looks so… good.

He’s filled out more, his flexed arms and broad chest clinging to his white t-shirt, corded veins twisting down his tan arms almost like you remember. He looks more buff, more healthy, like maybe he stopped drinking that amber colored whiskey he used to love. His grey threaded curls are grown out, his doe brown eyes more shiny, more alive than the last time you saw him. And he looks like he’s happy, so happy. It’s amazing what three years of not seeing him can do to your own mind. The sight of him almost makes you dizzy, delusional, like maybe this is fate.

“Joel?” you whisper out, your voice shaky and breathy as your eyes slide down his blue swim trunks, his leather sandals, his tan skin that seems to glow like glitter under the orange beams of the sunlight.

“Yeah, it’s me. Nice to see Sammy’s doin’ good. Guess he remembers me,” he chuckles as he bends down and scratches the back of Sammy’s fluffy ears. Sammy jumps up and licks the side of his face as another infectious smile takes over Joel’s glowing face.

Joel laughs as he wipes the slobber from his greying scruff and stands back up, bright eyes blazing through you as he flicks his gaze slowly over your figure. You feel a little self conscious standing in your too short denim shorts and baby blue crop top as you fold your arms nervously over your chest. Why are you so nervous?

“It’s uhh… good to see ya. How ya been?” he asks slowly, rubbing the back of his neck as his hand drags through the curling strands that sit against the nape of his neck.

“Good. Yeah, good,” you nod as your fingers dance nervously up and down your scorching arms. “What about you?”

“Yeah, I’ve been good, too. Busy, but that’s always good. Been workin’ a lot, contractin’, the usual.”

You nod your head, watching the way his heavy gaze never leaves your eyes. Suddenly, it feels too hot, too intense. That spark simmers low in your stomach, that strong pull that you always felt when you were around him. It’s almost like you were meant to meet here like this, unplanned. Maybe it was fate. Maybe… but then you remember Tess. Where was Tess?

“You, umm enjoyin’ your new place? House, apartment, wherever you moved?” His tone is gentle, like he’s genuinely interested in how you’ve been, where you moved. And it feels strange, but also like it needs to be asked.

“Oh, yeah. Actually, I love it. I moved just a few miles from the lake. It’s so peaceful, being able to come out here whenever I want to.” Your eyes flick over the calm water, examining the gentle ripples of the clear lake, but then Joel’s deep voice brings you back to the present.

“Sounds like you’ve been doin’ good.” He gives you a lazy smile, one where it’s crooked and soft and so serene that you can’t help but smile back.

“Yeah, I really have.”

“That’s good, real good,” he says as he nods his head, just continuing to stare at you in awe. And it’s like you’re just seeing him for the first time, that summertime glow just sizzling off his tan skin.

Your eyes wander over him, lapping up his broad muscles and dreamy smile and untamed curls. He looks so handsome. You don’t know what it is, but something brand new seems to shine through him.

“You look… different,” you say with narrowed eyes, trying to assess what exactly is different, but you’re not sure what.

“Yeah? That a good thing or bad thing?” he chuckles as he runs a hand straight back through his lush curls. The action makes your breath get caught in the back of your throat.

“I dunno. Think it looks good on you, whatever it is.” You smile nervously up at him and bat your eyelashes flirtatiously.

“Yeah?” he smirks as the flecks of his dark eyes glisten under the rays of the hot sun.

“Yeah,” you reply bashfully. “You seem more… happy.”

He chuckles as he shoves his thick fingers into the pockets of his blue shorts. “Guess that’s what happens when a man stops drinkin’.”

Your eyes grow wide as your mouth drops open. “You? The Joel Miller has stopped drinking his precious whiskey?” you ask dumbfoundedly.

“Mhm. Mostly. Haven’t touched a bottle in three months. Been doin’ good, feelin’ stronger, more sharp. Even been hittin’ the gym.”

You smile warmly over at him, your eyes alight as you drop your arms to your side and nod, his words taking your breath right out from your chest. “Joel, that’s so great. I’m so… so… proud of you.”

He nods slowly at you, the dimple indenting the middle of his cheek as his crooked smile makes you feel things you haven’t felt in a long time. Like there’s hope. “Proud of me, huh?”

“Yeah,” you whisper out.

“Well, that’s sweet of ya to say, darlin’.”

Darlin’. He hasn’t called you that in so long, you almost forgot how good it feels to hear seep off his sticky sweet voice, that gravelly lull that soothes your racing pulse in your chest.

You suddenly notice his left hand, tracing every inch, every tan speck of his thick fingers. It’s unusually bare, no gold ring like in the wedding pictures you saw online. It’s gone, vanished. Was Tess and him, dare you say… over?

He watches you assess his empty ring finger, his eyes flicking over your narrowed, confused face as you stare so hard that you think your eyes might fall out onto the smooth sand.

You open your mouth, drawing air into your tight lungs, until you release the words you’ve been wondering this whole entire time. “Are you and Tess still…” You can’t even finish your sentence, afraid that maybe he’d just left his ring at home or left it at the jewelry shop to get polished up.

He lets out a heavy sigh and shakes his head. “Nah. We ended things last year.”

“Oh.” You’re dumbstruck, your mouth agape as he says the words you were almost too scared to hope for. Not that you wanted things to end badly between them, but somewhere deep inside you still wished that maybe one day you could find each other again. And as fate twisted its tethered vines around the two of you, it seems like this was meant to be.

“I’m sorry, Joel,” you say with tight knit brows.

“Don’t gotta apologize, wasn’t your fault.”

“I know, but still. I’m sorry things didn’t work out.”

He shrugs his broad shoulders and gives you a tight lipped smile. “After gettin’ married, we jus’ realized we wanted different things. Things weren’t the same as before, and we decided it was better off if we went our own separate ways. There’s no hard feelings, jus’ was better off not bein’ together. We gave it a good two years, but ultimately it jus’ didn’t work out, and that’s fine. Had a lot of growin’ to do after, found my own pace again. It was the best choice. I’m much… guess you could say happier now.”

“Oh, well that’s good. I’m glad things turned out for the best.”

“Me too.”

You give Joel a small smile, and he sends a dreamy one back your way, all crinkled eyes and that crooked smile that makes you dizzy every time you look at him.

He shifts his weight and digs his heel into the soft sand. His eyes look down towards the ground, then flick slowly up towards you, almost like he’s nervous.

“Hey, do you maybe wanna go grab some coffee this week with me?” His hand scratches the back of the scruff on his neck nervously as his jaw ticks from the building anticipation.

“Houndstooth Coffee?” you ask with a raised brow.

He chuckles warmly and nods. “‘Course. Only the best.”

You smile in reply. “Okay. Yeah. I’m in.”

“Great.”

You both stand there in the heat of the afternoon, gentle smiles pressing against both of your lips as Sammy barks and runs circles around you and Joel.

As if Sammy is trying to intrude on the awkward moment between you and Joel, he jumps up and presses his damp paws on your back which knocks you off balance and sends you lurching forward.

“Sammy!” you whine. As if on cue, Joel reaches out and catches you, wrapping his strong arms around your hips as he balances you back on your feet.

“Whoa there, easy now,” he chuckles as he lingers his big hands on your shimmering skin. Your mouth parts open, and you gasp as you look up to find kind, dreamy brown eyes staring down at you, almost like he’s mesmerized. And for the moment, it feels like the first time the two of you ever met, almost magical, but this seems new.

You hook a strand of hair nervously behind your ear and laugh. “Always showing up at the right time it seems.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” he smiles kindly.

You stand there breathing his air, feeling a little dizzy at the smell of his woodsy scent, no more whiskey fragrance lingering in his sandy hair. You feel the tension, the chemistry just bursting at the seams. And you know now that this was fate, it had to be.

Joel gives Sammy a couple more scratches behind the ears and then looks over at you with a crooked smile. “Well, it was good seein’ ya again. Been a long time,” he sighs while you nod in response.

“Yeah, it really has…”

Another long minute goes by and then he’s taking one hesitant step back. “Well, guess I’ll let you get back to it. I’ll umm text you about coffee.”

Before he can take another step back, you hold your hand out as if to reach him. “Wait.” He ticks his jaw and knits his eyebrows together as he waits for you to finish. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He smirks over at you. “Jus’ thought I’d let you get back to enjoyin’ the lake. Figured I was interruptin’.”

You shake your head. “No, not at all. Please, stay.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes, and he chuckles in response as his dark brown irises seem to glow in the sunlight.

“Always knew how to get me with those big, beautiful eyes.”

You crinkle your nose up at him and bag your eyelashes sweetly up at him. “What, like this?”

He just crosses his broad arms over his chest and smirks over at you. “Mhm. Jus’ like that, gorgeous. Jus’ like that.”

Your cheeks heat up as you feel the crimson blush taking over, lingering your fingers against his wrist as you ask sweetly. “So, will you stay?”

Joel nods and smiles. “Yeah, darlin’. I’ll stay.”

And he does stay, until the sun starts to slip under the fluffy clouds. He stays the entire afternoon, walking along the shoreline with you, playing fetch with Sammy, catching up on lost time together, starting fresh. It’s almost like he never left, picking up right where you left off. And maybe it was supposed to be like this. Like you had to fall apart to fall back into one another.

And when the sunset starts to fade to light purples and pink colors in the distance while you sit on the edge of the wooden dock, he leans over and kisses you softly. It’s like the world fades to black, and there’s only you and Joel getting lost in one another. His hands cradle your face softly, his plush lips melting into yours as you taste him and let the syrupy taste mix in with yours.

This is how it was supposed to be, how it was always supposed to be. You had to find each other later in life, begin again, have this special moment in time. It was fate, always had been. He was always the one for you, and this just solidifies it.

When he breaks the kiss, you lean against him while he wraps a large arm around you. You gaze out to the calm blue water and take a breath of fresh wildflowers in the air. “Joel?”

“Hmm?” he hums as he looks down at you.

“Thank you for staying.”

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “‘Course, sweetheart. I’m not goin’ anywhere. Gonna just stay right here with you in my arms.”

You lean your full weight into his warm chest as he scoops you up into his lap and hooks his arms around your waist, his lips lingering against your jawline. You take a deep breath and smile as you look out against the misty lake. You were finally home, with him.

Your forever.

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nescaveckwriter · 8 days

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Heyy! Can I request a Dean Winchester x reader with an established relationship where they have to deal with a case for which they have to dress up all nice, and reader usually wear baggy clothes or clothing that hides most of her body and for the first time, he sees reader in a tight fitting dress and he's just

😍 "shit, that's my woman?!"

And he's just over the moon even more for reader (if that's even possible)

😱💓🥰... Awww sweetheart this is such a cute idea, I just simply love it, also thanks for asking, I really do hope you like, this little drabble, I've written is what you had in mind💓 anywayz I hope you have an epic day, love ... 🐞💓🥰

A/N: I love receiving requests, so keep em coming 😅

Warnings: 18+Only, Some mention of violence, and intimacy, but nothing to much, light foul language. And Pure FLUFF 🥳😘💕

Pictures used: Pinterest

Words: 1189 😘

Lady in Red 💕

His husky voice lingers in the air, oh how I loved the sound of his voice, we have been together for a few years now, and somehow hearing him, looking at him, never got old. His green eyes caught mine, helding it captive, because I mean who wouldn't drown in those emerald green orbs, mouthing with his plum lips across the table, "I love you" as Sam discussed the plan with us. Mouthing back "I love you too Dean". Looking at each other as if we were the only people in the room.

"Really you two?" Sam looked at the two of them, "we need to focus, the two of you need to pose as a high end, couple, for this charity event, so I need both of you too listen" Dean and I looked a little guilty, but then Dean smirked "bite me" I chuckled a little, the way Sam's face has irritation written all over..

Sam looked at me, eyeing the oversized clothing I always wear, oh he didn't want to say it out loud but, I knew what he was thinking, how am I going to look the part?. I barely even wear makeup or do my hair, but like who would not want to be comfortable when you're fighting monsters and ghosts. I smile, "Don't worry boys, I'll dress the part" Dean gave me this surprised almost scolding look sounding sincere, "You are beautiful sweetheart, I don't care what you wear, your beautiful" he walked up to me, and without hesitation he pulled me into an endearing kiss, his hands resting on my hips, I heard Sam, mumbling "Oh! Give me a break" and walk out, leaving the two of us, I could feel the way Dean smiled, against my lips. After a few more seconds, we came up for air, sounding breathy ,"Babe you should stop terrorising your brother so much" he simply smirked "Not my fault Sammy is so easily annoyed" I laugh, starting to turn away from him, "I need to go and get ready for tonight's event, you too mister" he grabbed my wrist, "Come here sweetheart" he pulled me close to him, looking into my eyes, "you know I love you right, more than anything in this world?" I smiled, looking at this gorgeous man in front of me, his freckles, my damn weakness, "Mhmm you see I know that's not true" surprised he looks at me "what?" Chuckling a bit "what about baby?" Referencing the love for his Chevrolet Impala, standing in the garage, he burst into laughter "You are driving me crazy woman, now go get ready" giving me a playful slap on the rear. I walk away, smiling, my heart bursting with love and joy.

He smiles as he watches her walk away, wearing loose fitting jeans one of his t-shirts and some flannel, hair in a messy bun, it's true he didn't care what she wore, she's so beautiful for him, but he would be lying, if he said he wasn't curious what she'll look like all dressed up, for some reason that's beyond him, she always thinks she's not pretty, but oh how far that could be from the truth, he knows every single inch of her body, every little spot that makes her tickle, every Little sensitive part, that makes her moan in pleasure, he loves her, even more than his car, but he'll never admit it.

Checking himself in the mirror, mumbling "I hate these monkey suits" as he struggled with his bow tie. He walks around the bunker searching for Sam, of course he finds his little brother's nose buried in those damn books, "Sammy help a man out?" Sam looks up, "you can hunt some of the most dangerous creatures, but you can't fix a tie?" The glare Dean gives him shows he isn't happy at the remark, he gets up, helping his big brother fix the tie.

Sam's eyes widens, his mouth falls open, Dean looks at him "What's your problem?" Sam could barely utter a single word he was stunned to say the least, Dean followed his eyes and when Dean turned around, his breathing hitched, his heart rate went up, he slightly gasped for air, taking in the beauty before him, his eyes wandered over her. Her hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes glistening, her smile could light up the darkest of rooms, wearing a red tight fitting dress. The high cut slit in her dress, exposing her right leg, the crystal like heels, making her seem taller, her legs leaner, the low halter cut, just exposing enough of her collar bone, to leave something for the imagination.

Without saying a word, Dean gestured for her to turn, the back of the dress, totally exposed, just covered her lower back. He bit his lower lip, and with the back of his hand, hitting against Sam's chest, his voice sounding a bit more husky, "shit, that's my woman?!" She laughed and her voice rang, "Last time I checked, I was all yours"

All the way to the event Dean could barely keep his eyes on the road.

When he led her through the doors, his hand rested on the curve of her back, so many eyes were on her, and he slightly chuckled when she whispered "why are they all looking at me?" As if she doesn't know she's beautiful! So he just smiled, took her hand, and asked "do me the honour and dance with me?" She did a little playful dip, "the honour would be all mine" before he pulled her close, he gave her a once over. He never saw the highlights in your hair, that caught your eyes, or the dress you're wearing tonight, he pulls you close. Dancing cheek to cheek, the way she feels this close to him, her small hands on his shoulders, his calloused hands, in the small of her back, sending electric shocks through her spine, swaying with the music, maybe Dean's caught up in the moment, but there's a question weighing on him for months, but now, now it feels like the right moment, he's voice sounded deeper than normal as he whispered, hot air brushing against her neck "Sweetheart?"

Slightly breathy, "Yes?" He cleared his throat, "make me the happiest man alive, and be my wife?"

Her swaying body came to a stop , "A...are you asking me" he cut her off, pulled back looking in her eyes, "yes, will you marry me?" I couldn't believe it, he just asked me to be forever his, without further due, I planted a kiss on his plum lips, soft tears rolling down my cheeks, he smiled against her soft lips, "is that a yes?" I break the kiss, smiling widely, "yes a million times yes" he laughed, picked her up, gave a twirl, and placed her down, his fingers intertwined with hers. Giving me that signature smirk, "What do you, say Mrs Winchester let's go catch that shifter, then we celebrate with some pie and beer?" I laughed, nodding, as happy as can be, "lead the way Mr Winchester".

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#spotify #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #jensen ackles x reader #sam and dean

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via-l0ve · 11 months

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Hey! I love your silly spn things🤭 could you please do how’d the boys would react if you gave them a flower crown?🥹❤️

Flower Crown (SPN pref)🩷

a/n: THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE OMFG!! i love this idea so much. i hope you enjoy, babe 🫶🏻 i’m sorry it took a little bit to get put out, i’m having some family struggles and they’re taking a toll on me but i hope you enjoy 🥰🥰

warnings: fluff, swearing

Dean:

dude.

he falls in LOVE

i think he would try and act all cool and stuff but he’d be MELTING inside omg

he literally adores you and the crown

i think he would let you put it on his head at first but he wouldn’t leave it on. he would display it tho

“y/n you made this?”

“yeah.. do you like it?” :))

“I love it sweetheart.”

hugs you

shows sam

“sammy look at what y/n made me! it’s so cool. you don’t have one. ha.”

teach him how to make them cus he’ll make you one

Sam:

he loves it so much

sam dosent get affection often and he NEEDS it and it’s SO CUTE

“hey y/n. what’s up?”

“i made something for you.”

toy hand him the crown and he looks up at you and his eyes are all glossy.

“this is for me?”

“yeah. i tried to get your favorite color flowers in there. do you like it?”

HUGS HUGS HUGS

He fuckin ADORES it

he’s so cute omg

he wants to wear it forever and ever and ever

he shows dean and brags for days

he’ll teach himself how to make them and make you a bunch of them with your favorite colors

Castiel:

cas wouldn’t take it off

you give it to him and he insists to take some photos and everything

he loves it so much omg

he’s never loved anyone as much as he loves you and he also loves getting little surprise gifts

he goes back to heaven and brags and brags

get yourself a man who will brag to the angels about you

“y/n gave me this flower crown thing. it is truly beautiful.”

he wears it when he goes to see sam and dean and they’re both looking at him like he’s on cocaine

“cas. what’s on your head?”

“oh, isn’t it beautiful? y/n made me it!”

he won’t wear it on hunts or during battles bc he dosent want it to rip or get ruined :(

give him so much more

Crowley:

crowley will wear that shit loud and proud

he’s torturing a demon with a little red rose and vine crown on his head :(

it reminds him of you so he always wears it

he lets the flowers wilt and get a little dead bc it fits his vibe but when they rlly do die he’d be crying lowkey

he wants so many more

“please y/n? they compliment my suit so well, my love.”

crowley deserves all the love

he literally can’t get enough of them

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #castiel #castiel x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #crowley #crowley x reader

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domripley · 1 month

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Vamping

pairing: sammy (abigail 2024) x reader

warnings: vamp!sammy, mommy kink, fingering, biting, light verbal humilation, fluff, angst, dark ending (sequel?), abigail is not mind controlling sammy, nonconsenual vampire turning (sammy to reader)

summary: frank tells you to go with your girlfriend to try to find abigail. unfortunately, things don’t go as planned.

request: Vamp!sammy request incoming bc she deserved more time 😭 Could you do a thing where reader is with Sammy when she turns instead of Peter? 🙏😎 🧛 or something with reader comforting her after she changes?

gif credit | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰💜

“Joey, Peter, and I will go together,” Frank said, “You and Sammy will go together. Call on the radio if there’s something wrong.”

“Yeah, we’ll call,” you nodded.

As the others left the room, you and Sammy stayed behind. You frowned as soon as you noticed your girlfriend’s eyes were glued to the ground.

“Are you okay?” you asked, moving closer to Sammy.

“If I turn,” Sammy sighed, “You’re going to kill me.”

When she finally looked up, you noticed that her eyes were red and you knew she had been crying. You shook your head. “I wouldn’t,” you reassured her, but she walked away.

“No, you’re going to have to,” she began, “I don’t ever want to hurt you and if I turn, I just might.”

Despite her moving away from you, you moved closer to her. Although you were a little terrified, deep down you loved Sammy, no matter what. You were going to make sure she always knew it.

“You wouldn’t, I know that for a fact. I also know that you know that, too,” you stated.

“You don’t know that, because I don’t even know. Okay?” Sammy snapped.

“No, you’re right. I don’t know that. But I trust you. So fucking much,” you admitted, causing Sammy to smile.

“I love you,” Sammy sighed.

You could tell she was a lot more relaxed now that you reassured her.

“To the moon and back,” you replied. Walking up to Sammy, you pulled her into a hug. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Okay, let’s go before Franks gets on our asses.”

Pulling away, Sammy took your hand and led you out of the library. The two of you made your way down a random hallway, occasionally looking behind your backs. Finally, Sammy led you into a random room, shutting the door behind her. The windows were all boarded up and she was thankful as her head began to hurt. The room began to spin, and she fell to her knees with a little shout. Her vision was blurry as her jaw began to hurt.

“Sammy… Sammy?” you called out as you rushed over to her.

Putting your hand on her back, you tried your best to comfort her. To your surprise, Sammy shoved your hand away. “You need to leave, (Your Name). Now,” she said through gritted teeth.

You stood your ground, rising to your feet, “I’m not leaving, Sammy. I love you.”

Sammy finally looked up, her now razor sharp teeth on display - you couldn’t help the sound that escaped you. She smiled, standing up off the ground.

“What is it, baby?” she teased, licking her lips. “Do I scare you now?”

You shook your head, “N-No, I’m not scared of you.”

Sammy’s smile grew into a smirk, “Oh, I know what it is…” she trailed off, tapping her chin as she looked up at the ceiling as if she was deep in thought.

You swallowed, “Y- You do?”

“I can smell that you’re wet for me,” Sammy stated, “Or is it for Joey?”

You bit your lip, knowing that Sammy already knew the answer to her question. You backed up, and she began to follow you.

“I feel fucking fantastic! But there’s just one thing that I could really, really go for right now,” Sammy said as your back hit the wall. “Do you know what that one thing is?”

You shook your head, even though you knew what she wanted. She tucked her head in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath, inhaling your scent. “You smell so fucking delicious. I’m going to fuck you, but I want to hear you say that you want Mommy to take you right here and now.”

She licked your neck, pulling away to watch your face. You had always been a bit shy, but now? The words were refusing to come out at all. Sammy could kill you instantly, but she wasn’t and that’s what was turning you on even more.

“Come on, little bunny. You can use your words,” she pushed, rubbing you through your pants. “Or does the cat have your tongue?”

“Please, Mommy,” you finally gave in, “I want it so bad. I need you.”

Sammy was satisfied with your begging for the time being. She undid your belt, pulling it out of the loops and throwing it to the floor. She pulled your pants down with no hesitation.

“I wish I had some of my stuff with me, but it’s all good,” she commented, sighing playfully.

She pulled your underwear to the side, sliding a single finger into you. She didn’t want to waste any time. You let out a cry, not expecting her to do that right away.

“Please,“ you moaned out as she fucked you with her finger.

“Please what?” Sammy questioned, quickening her pace.

“Fuck, fuck,” you whimpered.

You whimpered as Sammy stilled her finger. She raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting for you to answer her. Finally, she pulled her finger out as she grew impatient.

“I knew you get fucking stupid when your pussy gets all wet,” Sammy laughed, pulling your shirt off of you.

Sammy roughly pulled your bra down, licking her lips. “Are you going to answer my question? Or am I going to have to leave you hanging?”

“Please, Mommy,” you began, “Please, I need more than just one of your fingers.”

Sammy hummed, sliding in two fingers, pumping them inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting the sounds that were threatening to leave your throat. The last thing you needed was for the others to walk in, knowing they would kill Sammy in a heartbeat.

Your thoughts left your head as Sammy dragged her teeth against the skin above your nipple. You gasped, “Sammy!” which made her laugh.

“What?” she questioned playfully.

Sammy didn’t waste any time, leaning down and wrapping her lips around your nipple, she added a third finger. You jumped as the radio beeped.

“Sammy?… (Your Name)?… Are you guys okay?”

It was Joey.

Of course it was.

Sammy bit your nipple as softly as she could with her newly sharpened teeth before pulling her mouth away with a sigh. She stood up straight and smiled, her fingers still deep inside of you. Just as she was about to speak up, the radio beeped again.

“(Your Name)? Sammy? We’re going to come looking for you if you don’t respond in a minute,” Joey threatened.

Sammy continued to fuck her fingers in and out of you. “You better answer her, baby. Wouldn’t want them to see you getting fucked… or maybe you do?”

You shook your head as Sammy removed the radio from her belt. “Talk,” she ordered before clicking the button on the radio.

“S- Sorry, we- we’re okay!” you choked out as Sammy curled her fingers.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t sound like you’re okay,” Joey said skeptically.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Yeah, we’re, yes!” you cried out as Sammy rubbed your clit with her thumb.

“Uh… okay? Have you seen the girl?” Joey asked.

You took a deep breath, giving Sammy a warning look as she moved down to her knees. Sammy raised an eyebrow, signaling for you to keep talking.

“Oh,” you moaned as Sammy wrapped her lips around your clit.

“No, you haven’t seen her or?” Frank repeated, sounding annoyed.

“No we haven’t!” you cried out. “ We’ll call if we do!”

With that, you dropped the radio, grabbing Sammy’s hair to keep her in place. The feeling of her fingers mixed with her mouth became too much. You came quietly as Sammy helped you through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” Sammy chuckled as she pulled her fingers out of you, “You’re so fucking pretty when you come. Each and every time. I never get sick of it.”

You tried to move away from the wall and Sammy, but she kept you in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, pretty baby? I’m not done with you just yet,” Sammy hummed, standing up off the ground.

Pushing herself against you, she covered your mouth. She pushed your head to the side, and without hesitation, she bit into your neck. You screamed into her hand, tears running down your cheeks while you struggled against her.

After a minute, Sammy pulled away. Licking her lips to clean off your blood, she smiled. “Now you’re mine forever, baby.”

#my writing #mine #sammy x reader #abigail 2024

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spnfic85 · 1 year

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Off Limits Ch. 4

Warnings: Language, fluff (?) (define... fluff), Personal Body Image Struggles, smut, unprotected sex

Author's Note: Ah yes... that place where I'm supposed to apologize for my failure to ever commit to anything in a timely manner... 🥲

(*goblin screeching in the background "Well, I REFUSE!!" *)

No- Actually- My bad guys. I fuckin suck and I had writer's block/the big sad to all hell.

As always, this is not beta read, forgive my typos pls. I love you all!

Please Please PLEASE send me ideas to write... Shoot it by me, and if I feel like I have a confident enough grasp on the lore/history, I'll give it a shot! (A girl also knows how to research fandoms yaknow xD)

Pairing(s):

Sam Winchester x Plus-Sized Female Reader

Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized Female Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: WHAT HAVE WE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR???? Thank you writer's block for finally allowing Y/N to climb that big ole giant we all like to call Sammy 🥰

Masterlist

~ There was an obvious need simmering under his stare, the man standing before you both was promising something you couldn’t even say you were sure you could keep up with, but the hammering in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach both told you that you were ready and willing to take it on. ~

Sam excused himself while you were flushed crimson, allowing Dean some time for a bit more aftercare and the shower you both found yourself tangled in just an hour later. By the time you left your bedroom, you smelled of Dean’s alpine body wash mixed with your favorite Bath and Bodyworks spray while crimson love bites bloomed across your throat and shoulder. Dean’s mission had been to obscure the ugly fingerprints left behind, while making a bold and clear statement upon your later return to the bar.

You liked the way yours and Dean’s scents seemed to marry into one, and bit your lip wondering what you’d smell like after a morning like that with Sammy… You flitted down the back staircase, your dishes in tow, and turned directly into the solid tower of a man you were wondering about.

Sammy moved quickly, catching the tray and contents while maneuvering to catch you up against the pantry door. You gasped in surprise before flushing red again, “I- I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention; did I break anything?” You worried and reached for the tray in Sammy’s hands. He only moved the tray to one hand while the other ghosted over your hip.

“I’m okay, are you?? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked intently, eyes flickering to your lips and back to your eyes, “You gotta be more careful Princess…” he murmured softly. Your heart galloped at the endearment, and you bit your lip as you felt your entire body react to this man. What was it the Winchesters held over you? Were they gods?!?

“I will.” You squeaked out. Sam smiled slightly then, seeming to be pleased with your reply, before moving his hand to your face and dipping his head down to ghost his lips across yours. Having him so close had memories of the night prior flooding your mind, his bergamot and spice scent engulfing you. You licked your lips, only hesitating a millisecond, before you stood up just a bit more on your tip toes and pressed your lips to his.

The groan that rumbled through his chest told you all you needed to know. Sam has been holding back… giving you space… You heard the tray clatter a bit as Sam pushed it on the sideboard in the hall before framing your face with both hands and deepening the kiss.

His teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, tongue teasing and asking for more. Your sigh was almost breathed in by him, as he pressed you against the pantry door and took from you what was his. Your fingers laced up along the nape of his neck before you mewled into his mouth as Sammy ground his hips into you before breaking from your lips but staying close.

“Why is it so hard to think around you…?” He asked curiously, “Princess, I haven’t slept I’ve been thinking so much about you… I was so scared you were going to be gone today…” His ability to be vulnerable with you was always something you adored in Sammy, and now- those puppy dog eyes broke your heart.

“I’d never just up and leave… I just needed some time to think…” You murmured, “It helped having Dean fill in the blanks though.” You smiled and he chuckled,

“I’m sure he filled in a lot for you.” He grinned wickedly and kissed your forehead when you smacked his arm. “No really- Dean’s always been better about feelings and… words. I should have just been honest with you last night before ever moving to the bedroom… I’m sorry Y/N…”

You ran your fingers through Sam’s hair, tucking it behind his ear and smiling, “Thank you for apologizing, it was so confusing last night…” You admitted quietly, “I felt like the butt of a bad joke honestly…” Sam’s face dropped a bit and he looked ashamed,

“I could never make you feel like that… You will and always will be my Princess… Spoiled, but a princess none the less.” He winked and kissed you once more on the lips gently before stepping back to let you balance on your own feet again.

Sammy was helpful with dishes and prepping lunch, his hands only wandering in passing, lips grazing your bare shoulder as he unnecessarily reached over you to put away things. The man was teasing you to no end, but the prodding member that grazed your bottom when he leaned up against you assured that the torment was not one-sided. You wriggled your hips against him and smiled back at the soft hiss that came from his lips.

“Be careful baby… I wanna make our first time together special, but I’m not partial to bending you over on the kitchen island right here…” He smirked at you when you bit your lip and flushed red hot. The crimson climbed down your throat and bloomed across your breasts and shoulders. Sammy chuckled at your reaction before stepping back some when he twitched needily against you.

After lunch, you found yourself with nothing to do, Dean elbows deep in some junker car Bobby kept on the side of the house, and Sammy busy in the back yard tackling whatever moved in under the deck. You eyed both men from your spot under the corner of the deck itself and decided both tasks were above your pay-grade. There was no way you were going to accidentally break something in that old thing, and there was an even lesser possibility you were crawling under this deck to whatever momma possum was soon to choose Sammy as the enemy.

You decided to go back in the house, grabbing your Bluetooth speaker, a bucket with rags and cleaners, and the broom and mop, before heading up to the top floor. The boys both knew your routine: start at the top of the house and work your way down. You knew the bathrooms needed attention, along with the additional spare bedroom upstairs. It was dusty, and there was no guessing if it would ever be needed, but your allergies were going to never forgive you if Dean turned that furnace on in a couple more weeks and that space hadn’t been dusted in time.

All too soon, you found yourself singing along to your playlist of choice and cleaning room to room. By the time you found your way through the guest room and your room, you heard Sam holler Dean’s name and the thuds of a very large man stuck under a deck with a very angry animal. You sighed and looked out the hall window down to the back yard.

Dean was sprinting across the yard to where Sam’s feet were hanging out the side of the deck kicking. He cursed, grabbed Sam’s feet, and yanked him free. Sammy’s hair was a mess, and you could tell from here he would need the first aid kit when he came in. You chuckled and sighed to yourself softly and gathered up your cleaning stuff and placing it in front of Dean’s bedroom door in the hall before stopping to grab said first aid kit under the bathroom sink and heading back downstairs.

You heard Dean laugh and mention calling Animal Control, while Sam admitted defeat, his voice trailing to the hall leading to his own bedroom. You padded down the stairs, smiling at a busy Dean on hold while his eyes crinkled at the sight of you with the kit. You pointed to Sam’s room, and he nodded, understanding what you were saying, before you continued. Sam had the master bed and bath (it was the only one large enough to fit his massive bed set, the BFG he was) and when you stepped in his bedroom, you could hear the shower running. The bathroom door was left open, and a clear silhouette of a very naked and wet Sam could be seen through the frosty glass of the shower door. Your mouth went dry as you realized, again, how amazingly stunning this man was, before clearing your throat to announce your arrival and knocking on the open bathroom door.

“Hey- it’s just me…” You called out, smiling weakly at Sam when he peeked over the glass door, “I thought you might have a bite or two you needed taken care of when you’re done.” You grinned a bit and Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“That momma possum was not messing around.” He laughed, “Thank you, Princess… I’m almost done, wait for me?” He asked. You nodded before finding your voice,

“Y-yeah, I can wait.” You answered awkwardly. There was something about Sammy that always turned you back into some fumbling schoolgirl with a crush and it was agonizing. Although Sam seemed to enjoy it, you wished you carried more alluring poise rather than fumbling cuteness…

“Where were you off to? I realized you weren’t in the back when I got out.” He spoke up, dragging you from your thoughts.

“Oh- I was cleaning upstairs. There’s no way I was helping with wild animals.” You teased back at him.

“Ah yes, Vampires are no problem, but Y/N draws the line at the territorial neighborhood possum.” His brow quirked and he laughed at your reaction. You scoffed and feigned offense before sitting back on the sink counter,

“Well, clearly my choice to not engage was much the wise.” You said loftily and stuck your nose in the air. The shower cut off and your head whipped back to Sam. The involuntary reaction you had to him standing there, naked, in front of you was sinful. Sam smirked and grabbed the towel hanging next to him and let you stare as he dried in front of you.

“Come here, Princess.” He commanded softly.

It was as if you had no control of yourself, as you hopped off the counter and walked directly towards him. You weren’t feeling out of control, but the rush of euphoria you got at his satisfied smirk made you desperate for him to command you again.

“You listen so well…” He smiled and dropped his towel to hold your plush hips. “Do you like to listen?” He asked, his voice a murmur for only the two of you to hear. You nodded, eye contact never breaking, “Words, baby girl.” He coaxed gently.

“Y-yes…” you shy and bite your lip. He smiled and dipped his head down to kiss you deeply, hands moving across your hips and up under your tank top.

“Can I take this off?” you nodded again at him, “Words baby…” he teased and nuzzled your neck, dripping water from his hair down your shoulder.

“Yes, you may.” You squeaked out and gasped as Sammy moved his fingers up your bare skin, nibbling at your throat, before stepping back and pulling your top off carefully. His eyes roved over your body, making you shy more and blush for him.

Sam continued to carefully take off each piece of clothing while his fingers and lips worshiped your skin, never breaking contact for longer than was needed to undress you. Once you were in nothing but your panties, Sammy led you to his bedroom, flipping the bathroom light back off. The blackout drapes were pulled tightly over the windows in his room, leaving an almost intimate silence from the rest of the world around the pair of you two. You pulled Sam back to your lips as you dragged him into his bed, thighs wide to pull him closer as your fingers laced again in his hair.

Sam was eager and easily framed your body as he held himself over you, nibbling and kissing every inch of skin his lips could find while he never stopped gently rutting against your covered core. Everything about this man felt huge against you, and it was all you could do to not climax from friction alone.

You moaned softly when Sam took his attention to your breasts and easily took a nipple in his mouth, his large hand cupping the supple soft excess as your hips tilted up towards his.

“Please…” you begged, pulling his attention back to your face, eyes locking with yours, “Please Sammy…”

Sam groaned and crashed his lips into yours while his hand moved down your hips and gripped the band to your panties. He only broke his touch to sit back and pull them down your legs and stare down at you hungrily only a moment before crawling back up to your lips and finding them with his.

“Anything you don’t like, anything hurts, you tell me. You tell me and I promise to stop immediately.” He murmured gently, making sure you understand that you can stop this at any point.

“Yes sir…” You tease and you watch his gaze darken with need.

“Princess, be careful.” He groaned while his hand moved between the two of you and teased your wet folds with his thumb, “Look how wet you are for me…” he murmured, more to himself than to you. As he lined himself up to your core, he watched you carefully as he slowly pressed his girth into you.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size, and you moan softly as Sam’s thumb finds its way back to your bud, drawing small circles as he worked his way into you, brows scrunched in concentration.

Where you thought you’d be sore, your body only openly accepted him. He groaned again as he worked the final length into you, your core warm and tight around him.

“Fuck princess, fuck…” Sam cursed and kissed you softly before carefully pulling his length out and swiftly impaling you again. The moan that escaped from your lips was pure bliss to Sam’s ears. You clung to Sam’s shoulders as he continued to tease you while he carried slow, methodical thrusts into you.

“Please Sammy…” You moaned again, pressing your hips up against him, “Please…”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.” He coaxed, his hips never stuttering, even while your walls fluttered as your climax ebbed closer and closer.

You moaned in frustration, him stopping you from making him move any faster, “Please fuck me hard… I want to cum so bad, please Sammy…” You begged and mewled as your legs shook while his thumb pressed down more on your sensitive bud and rolled the wet mess.

“Sound so sexy begging for my cock, Princess…” He moaned praise as his hips thrust deeper, the pace slowly picking up to match his thumb. His hair hung damp along his face, draping the world around you both as his eyes roved over your body, watching you swallow his girth so well.

You felt the tell-tale pressure in your belly of a climax finally coming to fruition, back arching as your walls clenched down on him as wave over wave washed through your body. Sam groaned loudly and moved the hand teasing you, to pull your leg up, hooking your foot on his shoulder and picking up the pace to fuck himself into you, hard.

You were a babbling mess, clinging to the sheets around your head, as Sam panted, lost in this moment with you. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned while looking down upon the mess he’d made of you under him and grabbed the headboard for leverage, “Shit- Princess tell me where...” He muttered urgently.

“Wherever you want Sammy,” you panted and moaned, enjoying the angle he hit your spot. Sam cursed softly and pulled out the last millisecond, covering your mound in his cum. You watched with a pleased look on your face and wiggled your hips back up when you saw the look on his face fighting pressing his still hard member into the mess.

Sam kissed you deeply, ignoring the fact that he could continue if he wanted, choosing to pay attention to you instead. His kisses littered down your throat, darkening marks from Dean as he went, before stopping and looking down over you.

“Never in my life did I think I’d get to see you like this.” He murmured bemused.

“Naked and well fucked?” You teased with a wink.

He chuckled at you and shook his head, “That, yes, but so much more… I never thought I’d get to see you like this because of me.” He admitted.

This tore your heart. Both boys denied themselves something so simple, and for what? Your dignity? Your internal voice scoffed to itself. No... This man before you and his brother would never feel that way again… Not if you had anything to do about it.

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crystal i am on my knees begging for #7 from the prompt list simply because of all of sammy's cozy little sweaters. he'd have so many to steal🥹

A blurb just for you, my love 🥰

Cool nights called for cozy sweaters and you knew exactly where to look. Sliding yourself out from under Sam’s sleeping form you tip toed your way into your shared bedroom and pulled open his side of the closet.

Your eyes lit up as you took in the row of cozy sweaters he had finally switched his button down t-shirts for. You ran your hands over the fabric of your favorite cream colored knit number and pulled it off of the hanger. Dancing your thumbs over the ridging of the sweater you brought it to your face and breathed in the scent of Sam mixed with your laundry detergent.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sam’s raspy slumber tinged voice shook you from your thoughts. You spun on your heel and tucked the sweater behind you, hiding it as best you could.

“I was looking for um… a blanket?” Your cheeks burned as a crimson red blush kissed the skin knowing you had been caught. Sam raised his brow as he pushed off the wall and made his way over to where you stood. He reached around you and gently plucked the sweater from your hands.

“This doesn’t look like a blanket, sweet girl this looks like your favorite sweater of mine.” He held the garment by the corners and shook it out so it fell perfectly in his grasp. You fiddled with your hands, twisting your fingers in every way possible as he watched on.

“It’s big enough to be a blanket for me.” You sing songed, letting the corners of your lips pull down into a pout.

He shook his head lightly and began to bunch the fabric up in his hands. You tilted your head to look up at him and couldn’t help but reciprocate the soft smile that played across his lips. He held up the now bunched up sweater and nodded in your direction as he slipped the neck of it down over your head. You couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past your lips as he gently pulled the fabric down around your torso and held it outwards from your chest so you could slip your arms into the sleeves.

“Is the princess happy now?” He cooed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You nodded enthusiastically and brought your sweater covered hands up to your face to smell his sweet scent once more.

“Yes, sir.” The reply was muffled by the fabric, making it sound more like a whisper.

A soft smile caressed Sam’s lips as he reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist and slipped your hands up under his shirt.

“Can we get back to our movie now? Since you’re nice and warm now.” He chuckled, running his hands over your arms. You nodded softly, lifting up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips before breaking from his embrace and leading him back to the couch.

#sam kiszka #sam kiszka blurb #sam kiszka x reader

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aerodaltonimperial · 3 months

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Hi hello, almost kisses that are interrupted by a third party for junglecorpse pls 🥰

Nick has a singles match in his first PPV, and Shayna throws a party. It's good; Nick's worked his ass off for this, and it's a huge honor to get somethin' like that so damn young. And mostly, it ends up being an excuse to get a bunch of the roster that they like over and hyped up, and Darby can respect that. They deserve to have this happiness. It's been long enough, the house is too quiet.

And at least Shayna gave Darby some spots on the invite list. As many as he wanted, probably, because that's just what she does, but in the end, he only wrote one name down. She might not even really have noticed with all the planning, since she never said anything. He was reasonably sure she'd corner him and ask about it, given... everything.

There's quite a bit of booze. That's kind of a staple at shindigs like this, really. He's pretty sure Orange is on, like, his fourth beer already, and the man has barely even blinked. Fascinating. Darby weaves through the raucous laughter and Nick back pats and shop talk to get to the kitchen where he finds his guest of honor, sitting quietly with a Red Bull clutched between his palms like a lifeline.

"Hey," Darby says.

"Hey," Jack returns. He looks terribly out of place, but maybe it's the leather jacket and the aviators and all the bullshit he seems to enjoy so much lately.

Darby opens the fridge, stares at the rows of bottles and cans. Jack must've found one of Nick's stash, since the fucker is still underage. Darby ends up choosing nothing and closing the door again. "Having fun?"

Jack eyes him for a minute, a sardonic sort of smile on his face. "I, uh, I'm not really sure why I'm here."

That's an opening, and oh, Darby's great at taking those. He grins, arches his eyebrows, and asks, "You wanna see the ring out back?"

Another beat. Then, Jack says, "Sure."

Jack follows Darby out the back door and into the cool air. Seattle's kind of perpetually moist, the sort of place that's always holding just a little bit of rain in reserve. There's really only the one motion-sensor torch between the back door and the garage, and it clicks on as they pass, flooding the grass with yellow. Darby pulls open the door and only hits one of the mounted lanterns, so it's still fairly dark inside.

"This is it, huh?" Jack asks. He makes a circle within, but the ring takes up most of the available space.

"This is it," Darby agrees. He watches—mostly because the way the light catches on Jack's stubble beard is enticing, and the way the man turns, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, bears some of his discarded personality traits. It's hard to describe him as soft now, but Darby can still see the tendrils of it when he squints. "Spent a lot of time here."

Jack's gaze flits to Darby's face. "Does everyone get a tour?"

"Nah," Darby says, and grins. "Just the lucky ones."

Jack goes to the apron and raps his knuckles on the ring surface beneath the ropes. He seems unsure, so Darby makes the decision for him. "Going up?"

That seems to be all Jack needs. He hops up and ducks between the ropes. Then he bounces a bit near the center, knees snapping. Darby follows him in. He's not dressed for this, with his sweatshirt and jeans, but neither is Jack, and besides, Darby doesn't want to actually fight the man. It's just intoxicating to be here with him, in this place. With no one else.

"You invited me?" Jack says, and it's not a question. Maybe he's catching on, if the way he's taken his hands out of his pockets and flexed his fingers is any indication.

"Well, don't read too much into it," Darby replies. "I invited Sammy, too."

Jack's eyebrows arch. "Really?"

"No. Fuck that guy."

Jack laughs: loud and bright, and oh, man, it's been awhile since Darby heard that. There's something about the way Jack laughs, too, that warms him from the inside out. And Darby lunges at him, tries to catch him off-guard in the tail end of it. Misses, but not by much, and Jack has to skip off to the side to avoid it.

"Kind of an asshole, you know?" Jack says. "You haven't talked to me in months, and then, what... you throw an invitation in here?" Jack drops, leg outstretched, and almost knocks Darby over when he swings it across the ring surface. "How badly did you want me to show up?"

"More than Trent," Darby replies. He grabs for Jack's arms, gets one for a few seconds before Jack wriggles free. "More than Ricky, for sure."

"Too easy," Jack says. "Try something harder. More than Sting?"

He ends up going down again, gets his legs around Darby's calf and topples him. At least Darby was sort of expecting that move; he hits the mat with both palms and flips, taking Jack over with him as he falls. Ends up on top of the man, knees on either side of Jack's legs.

"That's not a fair comparison," Darby replies, and fuck, he's breathing fast. His heart's stuck up in his throat, all swollen and clingy.

"Why not?" Jack asks, before aiming for Darby's shoulder with his elbow. If he'd hit, that might have really hurt, but Darby grabs his wrist, slams it down onto the ring. Gets his other hand, too, for good measure, and it probably sinks in slower than it should that he's got Jack's wrists pinned, hunched on all fours over the guy.

Jack's staring up at him, too, with those wide fucking eyes that gleam impossibly bright.

"Different categories," Darby murmurs, and their faces are close enough that he can feel the heat of Jack's hitched breaths.

"What does that mean?" Jack whispers. He isn't trying to get out of the hold any longer, but Darby can feel his muscles trembling all the same.

Darby leans closer, gets his mouth so it skims across Jack's jaw when he replies, very low, "I don't wanna kiss Sting."

Jack sort of groans. Sort of, because it's strained and not unhappy, and he shifts his arms just enough to slide their palms together, tangling their fingers. His eyes are so fucking dark and so fucking big, and he smells like a tang of aftershave, and all Darby wants is to lick his way into Jack's mouth, which he's nearly close enough to do, and Jack's got his lips parted, leaning up to meet him, and—

"Oh, goodness!" Shayna, from the entry. Darby scurries off of Jack's form as she's got her hands on the door. "I didn't know you were in here! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Then she directs her index finger towards him, all business. "Ten minutes, Darby, and you bring him inside for a proper introduction."

Darby's never had a hard-on shrivel that fast before. He grimaces into his hand as Shayna struggles the door closed again, and Jack, the absolute shit, pushes up on his elbows. He's laughing.

"That felt like getting caught by your mom," he says, with the widest, most obnoxious smile.

"That was worse than getting caught by my mom," Darby moans. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Jack gets up onto his feet, and then holds his hand out to help Darby up. "You lack follow-through on the planning."

"Shut up," Darby grumbles, but he does accept the hand.

Jack pulls him up, and, without warning, keeps tugging, hauls Darby forward further. Gets their mouths mashed together with his fingers wrapped around Darby's, and he tastes like Red Bull. Darby does lick into the corner of his lips just to get a stronger burst of it. Fuck, he really loves the way Jack kisses his mouth apart, demands more just to pull away again.

"Come on," Jack murmurs, close enough that Darby gets the bristles of his beard dragging across his chin. "You have to go introduce me. Better make it good. What're you gonna go with?"

"An asshole," Darby laughs, and only half means it.

#tag so you don't lose this shit #i ignored nick going into the patriarchy for this #as is my fic-given right

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theladyinwhite13 · 8 months

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okay so the thing is rory will do something slightly shitty and i feel bad for dean cause poor little sammy winchester but then he totally overreacts and acts like a total asshole and i know he's a walking red flag but he's also just baby sammy and its SO hard

yeah it’s pretty bad 🥰

#that episode is a lot #but it’s worth it #everybody is horrible to each other in that show #(I love them more than life itself)

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Emergency daddy style

A/N: Story got inspired by this ask.👇 Thank you tiktok anon. 🥰😍

Title: Emergency daddy style

Square Filled for @howbadcanitbebingo: Overly dramatic (character or entire fic)

Summary: Dean lost something important.

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, scared Dean, a hint of crack!fic, fluff, daddy!Dean

Wordcount: 700+

Divider @firefly-graphics

Multifandom Bingos & Special Collections

“No, no! Not good! Red alert Sammy! RED ALERT!” Dean panics. “SAMMY! HELP ME! THEY ARE GONE!” He freaks out.

“Where is the fire!” Sam runs into the library, shotgun in his hands, ready to attack any enemy who managed to slip inside the bunker. “What’s wrong? Where is the intruder?”

“Sammy, they are gone,” the hunter frantically runs his fingers through his hair. He’s completely out of it as his brother tries to fathom what just happened.

“Dean, what happened?” looking around the library to find out why his brother is losing his mind, Sam frowns deeply. “Everything looks normal.”

“I was gone for like two minutes and now they are nowhere to be found, Sammy. OH—Fuck! Y/N will kill me! My wife will leave me, and I’ll die a painful and slow death before she leaves.”

“DEAN! Tell me what happened!” Sam grunts.

“Why did they have to learn how to crawl? Before I could place them onto the little mattress, give them a plushie, and leave for three hours without them making a fuzz. UH, not that I ever let them out of sight for so long,” Dean hastily explains. “I wanted to take a piss and when I came back, Dean jr. and Lara Jo were just gone.”

Dean hides his face in the palms of his hands, despairing as he lost his babies.

“Dean, I’m pretty sure the twins cannot leave the bunker on their own. We only need to find them.”

“Right,” he swallows thickly. “Where should we look first?”

“They are slow and small. Little Dean and Lara won’t make it far,” Sam places his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I’ll take the left side; you go to the right. If they do not hide at the library, we will search for them in every room at the bunker.”

“Good plan,” Dean nods, relieved that his brother came up with a plan. The hunter can’t think straight right now and is happy to give up control to his brother for once. “I’ll go right and—”

“Dean, baby,” you call from the hallways. “Can you lend me a hand? They are getting heavy. DEAN!”

“WHAT? Oh-shit, Sammy,” Dean looks at his brother, eyes wide and fearful, “Y/N is already back! OH NO! Now she will leave me and I’ll never see her or the babies again.”

“Babe, can you take your son? DEAN! Dude are you even listening,” you make your way back inside the library, carrying both babies in your arms. “Dean, can you stop messing with Sammy and take one of them.”

“MY BABIES!” there is no holding back. Dean almost rips his babies out of your arms to hold them tightly and pepper kisses all over their tiny heads. “I thought I lost you.”

“Lost them?” cocking your head you search Dean’s face. “I told you that they need a bath. Little Dean pooped too much and stank as if something died in his diaper, Dean.”

“Bath? What?” while Sam chuckles behind his brother’s back, Dean starts to sniffle. “You could’ve told me so! I was scared to hell and back.”

“Babe, the bunker is the safest place on earth,” you pat Dean’s arm. “Nothing happened to them.”

“Something could’ve happened! They are crawling now. Soon they are going to walk and fall and get hurt and have a bleeding knee or worse.”

“Dean, you need to calm down,” carefully taking your daughter out of Dean’s arms you sigh deeply. “They are safe. We are safe. Nothing happened.”

“I’ll never leave them alone again to take a piss,” he mumbles under his breath. “One moment they happily played on the mattress, and then they were just gone.”

“Yeah, I picked poop-machine and squealing machine up to get them clean,” Sam chuckles at the awful nicknames Dean gave his children. “Let’s go back to their room, okay.”

“Okay,” still a little shaken Dean follows you out of the library, holding his son a little tighter today. “I just love them so much.”

“I love them too, and you,” you stop in your tracks to turn around and peck Dean’s lips. “And you are the best dad in the world. Strong. Brave. Sexy.”

“Sexy, huh?” Dean flashes you a lopsided grin. “How about we find out how sexy I really am after we put our little angels to sleep.”

“We will see, Mr. Winchester…we will see…”

Tags in reblog.

#howbadcanitbebingo #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfic #Daddy!Dean #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester SPN #Emergency daddy style

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itsyourstarboy · 2 years

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🎃Redacted Couples Dressing Up For Halloween🎃

👻👻Spoopy Time Headcanons👻👻

🥰Couples Costumes🥰🥰

Pt. 1

(Btw, the gender of the costume character is not directly linked to the gender of the redacted character/listener character, Milo and Sweetheart’s is prime example of this)

First up is...

Asher and Baaabe

Ah, yes, the lovely goofball/hot bitch power couple ☺️☺️

These two are the reason I made this list, because I KNOW

Asher would dress as Roger Rabbit

And Babe would dress as Jessica Rabbit

(Who Framed Roger Rabbit 1988 film)

THEY CANT NOT DRESS AS THEM, SERIOUSLY

I also just kinda wanna see Babe in that red dress, ngl-

You just can’t tell me this isn’t them 👇👇👇

NEXT!

Milo and Sweetheart

Okay, DONT HATE ME FOR THIS

I’m not making fun of Milo’s accent, I swear-

That being said...

Milo would dress as Harley Quinn

And Sweetheart would dress as The Joker

(The DC Universe comic book series and more)

If you disagree, that’s fine, I get it, it’s probably an overdone joke idk,

BUT MILO WOULD BE KILLING IT IN HARLEY QUINN’S SUICIDE SQUAD OUTFIT, ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

And Sweetheart in a suit 👀👀👀👀

I don’t think more needs to be said

Milo calling Sweetheart Puddin

NEXT!

David and Angel

I wish I could think of something more interesting or elaborate for these two, but let’s be honest...

David would dress as The Big Bad Wolf

And Angel would dress as Little Red Riding Hood

(Little Red Riding Hood 17th century folktale)

ITS SO PERFECT THEY LITERALLY CANT BE ANYTHING ELSE

Okay, well, that’s a lie, I almost made them Beauty and the Beast

But I have a feeling David would not want to dress up, so Angel just has to work with what he already is-

NEXT!

Sam and Darlin

THIS ONES MY FAVORITE THIS ONES MY FAVORITE

Now, I’m not making fun of Sam and calling him a cowboy.

I have his accent too, it’d make me a hypocrite.

HOWEVER THIS IS TOO PERFECT AND IF I CAN MAKE THIS COUPLE CANON IN ANY WAY IT SHALL BE THIS

Sam would dress as Jedediah

And Darlin would dress as Octavius

(Night at the Museum film franchise)

JEDTAVIUS MY BELOVED 😩😩😩

Darlin rocking that Roman armor 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Sammy in the cowboy fit 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

I know he wouldn’t want to dress as a cowboy, but I think he’d be fine if he’s dressing as Jedediah

We all know he’s an Owen Wilson kinnie anyway

NEXT!

Vincent and Lovely

Okay this one might be a bit of a stretch...

I really struggled to pick a dynamic duo for them, but I think this works

Vincent would dress as Erik “The Phantom”

And Lovely would dress as Christine

(The Phantom of the Opera 1986 musical)

No, I didn’t choose this because I think Vincent would look hot in The Phantom’s mask 😅😅😅

...👀

I honestly don’t have much else to say about them, it just felt right.

NEXT!

Geordi and Cutie

This is another one that I struggled with

And I honestly don’t know why I think they’d dress as this duo-

Geordi would dress as Jerry

And Cutie would dress as Tom

(Tom and Jerry animated franchise)

To be completely honest, I think they’d dress as any dynamic duo within Looney Toons/Warner Bros...

NEXT!

Gavin and Freelancer

Y’know how I said Sam and Darlin’s costume was my favorite?

Well this one is a very close second

Gavin would dress as Tiffany

And Freelancer would dress as Chucky

(Bride of Chucky 1998 film)

I JUST KNOW THAT GAVIN WOULD

HE’S A HOT BITCH AND SO IS TIFF, IT JUST MAKES SENSE

God I hope someone draws this, ngl

Do I just want to see him in a leather jacket and fishnets? Maybe.

NEXT!

Ollie and Mentor

This one was another struggle

I just don’t know much about either of them even though I’ve listened to Ollie’s playlist

Hell, Mentor doesn’t even have a proper pet name...

But, regardless, there was one iconic duo that came to mind for these two and it just kinda stuck...

Ollie would dress as Shaggy

And Mentor would dress as Velma

(Scooby-Doo animated franchise)

I don’t know why, I just feels like they would

(This is a really cute gif omg)

NEXT!

Elliott and Sunshine

Okay, hear me out-

These two DO NOT PLAY when it comes to Halloween costumes, alright?

They’ve been doing matching outfits for YEARS, even before they were dating

And they will not stop.

Elliott would dress as Wybie

And Sunshine would dress as Coraline

(Coraline 2009 film)

Again, I just feel like they would, okay?

The bestest, mostest, dynamicist, duoist duo in the entire Redactedsphere

NEXT!

Avior and Starlight

THEY CANT NOT DRESS AS A TIM BURTON COUPLE OKAY-

It’s just perfect for them 😭😭

That being said...

Avior would dress as Jack

And Starlight would dress as Sally

(The Nightmare Before Christmas 1993 film)

I might just want to see Avior in a black and white striped suit, but I swear there’s more to this-

Halloweentown is basically hell.

Here's part two!

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indigostreaking · 1 year

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headcanon request if you’re still doing them:

i would love to see the guys reaction at a bar or something where a rap song comes on and you know every word by heart and they never even knew you listened to rap

😂 I love this so much!

Warning: Danny, y/n, and Sammy are in a throuple. It’s the very last blurb, so if you don’t wanna read it, stop after Jake’s 🥰

Josh:

Sam and Danny had made their way to the dart boards, and despite begging you and josh to join, you had both declined. Instead opting to whisper into each other’s ears over drinks. You glanced towards the bar and noted Jake flirting with the cute bartender, shaking your head in amusement. “Your twin is trouble,” you said to Josh before taking a sip of your fruity mixed drink.

“He’s not the only one,” he crooned back with a saucy eyebrow wiggle and smirk. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile.

“Oh hush,” you reprimanded playfully. “I’m gonna go pick a song. Any requests?” You asked with a sly smile. You had this thing where you tried to embarrass him by playing their music every time you found it on the jukebox, which was happening more and more frequently nowadays.

“Just pick something good, bug,” he replied quickly as you stood from your seat.

“You know me, love. If I have anything, it’s excellent taste,” you had to shout your response over the ruckus of the boys playing darts. You grinned to yourself as you turned and made your way to the electronic jukebox in the corner. You cycled through the songs, debating on picking Highway Tune just to spite Josh and his growing resentment for it. Instead, you settled on one of your personal favorites, even if you just wanted to see how he’d react still. You still had a credit left, so you picked a song to ruffle Sam’s feathers and went back to your seat. You had to bite back your smile as you held on to your little secret, the anticipation nearly killing you as you watched the queued songs dwindle. You took a deep breath, and Dance (A$$) by Big Sean started to play over the speakers. You began singing along animatedly, scooting closer to Josh and teasing him by directing every word to him. His face lit up as his smile grew. He danced along, shaking his ass and hyping you up while giggling loudly.

As the song came to an end, he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek sweetly before whispering, “You are so fucking amazing.” You caught his lips with yours, squeezing as you hugged him back. The opening riff to Highway Tune began to play, and you smiled into the kiss, pulling away to hide your laughter. “And I’ll always be amazed at how much of an ass you are,” he joked before pressing his lips to yours once more.

Jake:

“Not so fast, Jakey poo,” you said as you took his phone from him before he could pick a song. “Eyes on the road, passenger picks the music,” you added with a smile and a gentle squeeze of his thigh.

“Should I be scared?” He smirked at you and turned back to the road. You loosed a sigh and bit back your laughter.

“Only if you’re scared of good music,” you teased as you scrolled through his Spotify, searching for the perfect driving song. He reached across and placed his hand on your thigh, running his thumb along your bare skin absentmindedly. You grinned when you found your favorite Doja Cat song, selecting it before sitting his phone back down. The music began, and you watched the confusion unfold on Jake’s face when Freak began to play. When the lyrics kicked in, you sang along, loudly. He raised an eyebrow and turned to see you dancing and singing along. “Daddy, the grand master. Daddy I want it faster,” you made eye contact as you sang, and you noted the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard.

“Well aren’t you full of surprises?” He mused, running his hand higher up your thigh as he marveled at you. You offered him a wink and couldn’t help but smile as his cheeks flushed a bright red.

Danny & Sam:

“Watch this,” Danny said with a sly smile as he sneakily added a song to the queue of the party playlist. The two of you watched Sam’s face contort through stages of confusion then irrational anger as the next song came on. Without hesitation, you bounced in to action, singing all the words with surprising accuracy. Danny had picked Finesse by Bruno Mars and Cardi B specifically to annoy Sam, and it always made you giggle when they picked on each other for your entertainment. The three of you had never had a ‘normal’ relationship, but you always had fun, whether that was at home alone or out and around others. You stepped closer to Danny, dancing as close as you could manage, both of you moving your bodies to the music. “He’s coming this way,” Danny whispered into the shell of your ear causing your face to burn.

Sam stepped up behind you, placing a hand on your hip and pressing his front against your back. He was warm and his grip was strong. “Something wrong, Sammy?” Danny purred as he placed a hand on your other hip. Sandwiched between the two of them was your favorite place to be, and you couldn’t contain the giggles bubbling out of you. You wiggled to the music, purposefully grinding your ass on Sam until he leaned in and swept the hair off the back of your neck before placing a warm kiss to your nape.

“You guys suck, you know I hate this shit,” he whispered loud enough for you and Danny both to hear.

“That’s kinda the point, babe,” you replied in a sassy tone that made Danny smile. Sam landed a swift smack on the round of your ass causing you to hiss.

“I’ll let you make it up to me later,” he replied before kissing your cheek gently and brushing a loose curl from Danny’s face. “I’m gonna go shmooze, love you,” he winked as he walked away, leaving you and Danny grinning like always.

#greta van fleet #gvf headcanons #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka

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nescaveckwriter · 6 months

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Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞

Dean x Reader

Part 6 🐞🥰

A/N: I don't think my heart is going to make this! 🥰🙈🐞

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Blood, Gore and Blood. 🙈

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Here's your order, Julie said handing him, his coffee, not even smiling, he grabbed the warm cup and before heading out, Dean stole a quick glance to where your sitting, probably busy writing her new book he thought, going through the door , walking to the impala, running his hand over his face, his so damn tired, he thought to himself, eversince that day he got the note, he hasn't slept much, he wants to catch this bastard, and if he has to be honest with himself, its because his bed is empty without her, laying all tangled up, next to him.

Driving to his house with a CCR song playing on the radio, so that he can freshen up for another long night at the Sheriff's station, while humming to, bad moon rising, he's thoughts starts wandering of to the day he lost a piece of himself.

That morning, they made a breakthrough, gathering evidence over the past few months, from the victims, the biggest breakthrough came when they found beef yet again on one of the victims, cuts. Knowing there can't be to many butchers that closed down , and the predator will need a place where he can keep the victims for so long, they started doing some research on which butchers closed down, so after getting their gear together, they discussed that they will split up into three teams , he and deputy Jack (who was one of his best deputy's and a good friend) was one team that raided the one butchery on the farthest end of town.

Drawing his gun so that he'd be ready for anything but he weren't ready for what happened next, showing Jack some hand signs that'll he should go left and Dean will go right, entering through the two doors, the place has been closed for a while now, the moment he walked in, it hit him, the smell of iron hanging thick in the air, there's blood everywhere! He looks at the center of the room, a large steel table, the blood oozing off, he walks closer, a woman laying there, damnit he says, shock showing on his face. Her hand was cut of at her wrist, shaking his head in disbelief, looking around, is he still here, he wondered,

Excruciating screams filling the room, what she's alive, the sadistic bastard starts removing limbs, while their still breathing, quickly removing he's jacket, covering her wrist, trying to calm her down, hoping she can give them a description of this predator. By the time the ambulance got there, it was to damn late, she lost too much blood!

.........

Late that afternoon, he returned to the station, finding the envelope addressed to him, curious he opened it, first came the photos, then the note ... _She's nearly perfect isn't she? Sheriff, you where very close to catching me today, just know this I can come just as close to her, are you willing to risk her life?_

He couldn't help it, how the hell did he come so close, anger boiling inside of him, putting his fist through the wall, damnit shaking his fist out, seeing the blood on his red, swollen knuckles, shoving the pictures and note off the table.

By the time Sam walked through the door, finding Dean on the floor, playing with what looks like a diamond ring and a nearly finished bottle of whiskey, papers and files scattered all over the floor. What the hell man, he said looking at Dean, while locking the door behind him, closing the blinds, and walking over, taking the bottle from him, Dean just looks up at Sammy, mumbling I'm going to kill that bastard! What? Who? Sam said confusing and concern in his voice, showing Sam the photos, the note. I will never forgive myself, if something happened to her Sammy.

He sobered up, and went to her house, trying to not break in front of her, he revisits the anger, and hardened his face, banging on the door, he had to convince himself and her, that what he said was true, knowing all he really wanted to do is pull her close to him and never let her leave the safety of his arms, she opened the door, her beautiful face filled with concern, big eyed she stood there, he could smell the freshly baked pie, flour still visible on her clothes, with every word he said he could see the heartbreak on her face, he couldn't take it anymore, turned around and walked away, afraid, that if he stood there any longer his eyes would betray him, all he wanted to do is protect her, and if the killer saw that the two of you weren't together anymore, he'll back off.

Grabbing the closest shirt he could find, throwing it on him, he could smell her, the vanilla and orchid scent still strongly on his shirt, she sure did love to wear his t-shirts he thought walking to the impala. Just then he saw a truck pulling at to his driveway, its Deputy Jack he recognized the truck, hey man, Dean says, while Jack gets out, what's wrong buddy, seeing Jack looks like he's seen a ghost, Sheriff, Jack said I'm so sorry!, Sorry for what deputy? Came Dean's question, he has my sister Julie, and he said that if I... Uhm he strutters don't do this, he's going to kill her. Dean's searching, Jacks eyes, for any clue to what he means, seeing, Jack pulling out his firearm, No Jack! wait, let's figure something out together!, I'm, I'm sorry said Jack shakily.

Then came the noise, the look on Dean's face when the bullet hit him in the chest, wasn't anger, but sadness, knowing he'll never get to spent his life, growing old with the one he loves. Sit-laying next to the impala, he hears the screeching sounds of tyres driving away.

Thinking if this is his last breath, he's going to make damn sure, that its worth it, saying how much he loved her, taking his phone out, of his pocket, feeling the vibration in his hand, seeing her name on the family chat, which included all of them, he didn't remove himself from the chat, it was his way of keeping in touch with her. The message broke him in more ways than one, ...Mom, I'm in trouble, I got into a cab, but something is wrong, I can feel it, its the serial killer!

The phone fell to the ground, a stray tear rolling down his cheek, whispering her name, it all went dark, despite the moon shining so brightly...

#Spotify #spotify #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #eileen leahy #jared padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #sam and dean #benny lafitte #castiel spn #dean winchester imagine

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