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kyleoreillysknee · 4 years

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Christmas Trees Are Not For Eating

Pairing: Luchasaurus X Unnamed Female Character

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1648

A/N: Tis the season for dino fucking. This is my installment of @25daysofchrismuts hosted by @toxiicpop. Hope you all enjoy this super niche depravity.

Heavy footfalls trampled through the snow leaving holes in their wake big enough for the two younger men behind him to leap into. Luchasaurus heard a yelp and immediately turned to find Marko's leg sticking out of a nearby snowdrift while Jungle Boy nearly toppled over from his laughter. With a short roll of his eyes he reached back and plucked Marko out of the snow by his leg and placed him down in a footprint behind him. Marko desperately shook his head to try and get rid of some snow before flashing a bright grin and giving him a thumbs up.

"Thanks Dad!" Everyone stopped and stared at Marko while he seemed to suspend himself in time. Luchasaurus gave a small shrug and reached down to pat him on the head before continuing into the forest. He already knew they both looked up to him like that but it was still nice to get some confirmation.

Meanwhile, Jungle Boy gracefully pranced beside Marko before rapidly signing, "You just called him dad," and widely grinning.

Marko huffed, pointedly ignoring how hot his face felt and went to try and shove Jungle Boy into the snow, mumbling, "whatever."

They both rushed to keep up with Luchasaurus while taking turns trying to push or trip each other. As Marko reached down to get a handful of snow he stopped and pointed at a nearby sapling, "Hey! What about this one?"

Luchasaurus turned and squinted at the tree that was just a bit shorter than Marko before tilting his head, "It looks … too small."

"But it's cute!" Marko insisted while Jungle Boy also tilted his head with a frown.

"Does it have to be cute?" Luchasaurus asked as he trudged through the snow to get a closer look.

Jungle Boy let his hands fly through the air before reaching up to scratch his head, "It won't feed her for long."

"You don't eat a Christmas tree!" Marko explained as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

Luchasaurus reached out to feel the needles of it, scowling at the sharp and rough texture. She would have to be very strong if she wanted to eat these. The thought filled him with pride.

"If you think she'll like it then I'll get it." He said while circling the tree tentatively. Marko enthusiastically nodded with a wide grin as Luchasaurus bent down to get a good grip on the trunk. He could wrap around it with just one hand but he used two just to have it secure. Grimacing at the poking sensation along his arms, he grunted before sharply twisting the tree and yanking it out of the ground.

He gave his head a shake in an attempt to dislodge some of the twigs and pines that showered down on him as he started the long trek home. Jungle Boy tapped his back so Luchasaurus crouched down to allow him to climb up and soon nimble fingers were plucking debris from him and he let out a low rumble as thanks. Marko began telling them about the Christmas trees of his childhood, ignoring the confused looks from the pair. Luchasaurus had no idea how to tell a Christmas tree apart from a regular pine tree but apparently they were quite common. With a sigh he adjusted his grip on the tree and just hoped she would like it.

As they approached home, he became more anxious and the two younger men could tell. Jungle Boy started preening him from his perch on his shoulders while Marko reached out to grab his free hand.

"She's going to love it!" Marko spoke with the utmost confidence and Luchasaurus allowed himself to take in some of it and gave a small nod. He couldn't picture her ever being angry at him but he had no idea how she would react to this gift. She had cried the first time he brought her flowers, happy tears she insisted, and he figured this was similar. Only he promised he would never make her cry again. He knew he would be happy if she smiled so he was content with wishing for that.

The snow broke into the pathway he kept clean and both Marko and Jungle Boy gave their farewells before parting from him to go to their cabin. Now alone the nerves surged back in full force and Luchasaurus found himself dragging his feet the closer he came to being home. they were quickly quieted as a rapid pitter-patter approached and he found himself with an armful of woman.

"I didn't know where you went!" She said breathlessly while winding her arms around his neck while he adjusted her in his grip.

"I got you this," he mumbled while lifting the sapling in his other hand. Her excited wiggles nearly made him drop her but instead he pressed her closer into his chest and smiled at the bright grin she was beaming at him.

"Is that a Christmas tree?" She asked while boldly shifting her weight to get a better look at it, trusting that he would hold her. Luchasaurus nodded, mildly amazed at her ability to tell it apart from a regular pine tree.

As she hugged him, he made his way inside and propped the tree in the corner of the main room. She shimmied her way out of his grip and danced in place, unable to contain her joy to a simple smile.

"I love it! Thank you," she turned as she spoke and he couldn't help but be struck by how beautiful happiness looked on her. Moving on instinct, he reached out to cup her cheek while he bent down to press a kiss to her forehead that made her giggle. Incensed he moved to press another to her nose and was rewarded with another giggle so he peppered kisses around her face until she had giggled herself breathless. A low chuckle left him as he watched her catch her breath and he felt her arms wrap around his neck. As he straightened he lifted her off the ground, his arm naturally moving to hold her in place. He placed them both beside the tree before sitting on the ground, settling her into his lap with his arms loosely around her while she rested her head against his chest, staring at the tree with an unwavering smile.

Luchasaurus peered down at her before nudging the side of her head with his chin to get her to look at him. Once they locked eyes, he reached up to trace a finger along her cheekbones as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips. Still she maintained her smile while her hand moved to playfully tug at his beard, earning her a low rumble. Gradually he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue along her bottom lip. His hands wandered, one lazily trailing down her back to grab hold of her ass and the other snuck under her shirt as his fingers danced up her side, dragging the material upwards by his wrist.

She pulled back from the kiss to blink up at him, biting down on her lip before lifting her arms to help him take her shirt off. His largs palms pressed against her ribcage, his warmth offsetting the winter chill in the air, while she gently trailed her fingernails down his chest, occasionally catching on the fabric of the sweater she had forced him to wear earlier. That too was soon discarded and his mouth descended to her neck, the combination of licks, nips, and sucks leaving blooming blemishes along the delicate skin.

Her gasps and moans brought him to a desperate brink and he began clawing at her pants that she promptly shimmied out of. Impatient, he scrambled to undo the button and zipper of his pants to free himself. Caught in the fervor, she sunk down on him immediately and they let out twin moans. One of her hands dug her nails into his shoulder while the other held onto his hair as she began rolling against him, tearing a series of whimpers from her throat. He groaned, resting his forehead against her clavicle and moving his hand to her hip to help her move. Soon he was thrusting up in time with her gyrations and the room filled with breathless noises at the pair fell further into the throes of their embrace.

A delicious burn scorched through her and she threw her head back, incensed to chase her peak she began babbling, begging him to let her finish. More than happy to oblige, he cradled her in place against him and changed their position to be on top of her, resting her on the floor. His forearms dropped to frame her head and hold his weight as he began snapping his hips into her. Her nails left angry, stinging red lines across his chest as she began chanting yes in increasing pitch.

In an instant they both stilled in a crescendo of ecstasy that overtook them and rendered them both speechless, exhausted vessels. Luchasaurus collapsed beside her and she promptly rolled to snuggle into his side, resting her head against his chest. An idle hand lazily swam through her hair as they caught their breaths. After a few quiet moments she perked her head up.

“I have to get some decorations for it,” she murmured as a satisfied cheshire smirk refused to leave her face.

“Do we get to eat it after it’s pretty?” he asked with a tilt of his head and a small frown that only deepened as she burst into laughter. A little frustrated that he was never getting an answer to his questions, he decided he was more than happy to spend as much time with her as necessary to learn all the secrets to these mysterious Christmas trees.

#my writing #25 days of chrismuts #chrismuts 2k19 #luchasaurus

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lostincalum · 5 years

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Dawn- Ashton Irwin

AN: okay, who is ready for pure fucking angst, with a fluffy ending? idk

Word count: Bro, almost 3000

TW: some swearing, some mentions of abuse (not really in depth tho)

previous parts: Midnight

If Midnight was when you saw Ashton for who he was, dawn would be when he saw you for who you were.

It was after Ashton had stayed over for the first time. It was a weekend, so he didn’t have to get up all that early. Yet, Ashton groaned as the alarm on your phone went off. The two of you barely fit on the dorm bed and after the a long night of being too hot and cramped up, Ashton still pulled you closer.

“Why the fuck is there an alarm set for now?”

He groaned into your collarbone, trying to stop you from moving away, when you pulled the covers off from you and tucked them in under his ribcage.

“Cause I’m gonna go for a run, Ash. I’ll be back soon.”

You whispered as you pulled off the black sweater of his you had borrowed to sleep in. Neither of you were hungover, but Ashton seemed drunk on sleep, as he lifted his head up. Curls were dangling in his eyes, and sticking up in all directions, making him more dishelved than when you had gone to sleep.

“Didn’t we burn enough calories last night?”

He was always a little cheeky, but right now everything felt just slightly out of place. Even Ashton, the man you had been dating for some time now, felt a bit odd in your room. As if he noticed that something was wrong when no clever retort escaped you, he sat up in the bed. Scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.

“Hey, you alright?”

All the feelings you had bottled up, ever since you had met Ashton were somehow begging to be let out, you could feel your fingers not knowing where to be as you quickly got dressed.

“Angel, talk to me?”

It came out as a question though, like he didn’t want to break you. Like all other questions, you avoided it.

“Look, I’m gonna go for a run, if you want to you can stay here.”

You were standing in front of the mirror, tying your hair up your hair, when he suddenly stood behind you. Not really touching you, just being near you. Before he had a chance to do something, you hurried out the door.

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The lighting when you came out, was dull. Nothing had been touched by the sun yet, and everything was quiet, except for a few birds. It felt like your heart was not getting all the blood it needed. It felt like the air around you was dense. It felt like nothing in the world was right. It felt like yet another panic attack.

So you found it best to stop, and go through the easier things, like your name, and number. Then where you came from, and where you live now. Then Ashton, the picture of him in your bed became too much. Tears pressed on as you sat down on the little wooden jetty near the ocean. Little gasps for air sounded as 6:30 rolled around, and another body sat down beside yours.

“Hey, lay back for me?”

It was Calum, Ashton’s best friend. You had met him a handful of times, but under different circumstances. Mostly joyful ones. This was not what you wanted.

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna hea-”

Calum interrupted quickly, looking at you with worries in his eyes.

“Just trust me, it will help with breathing.”

You went out on a limb and decided to trust him. Carefully laying down as sobs racked your body almost soundlessly.

Then he got up, stood with one leg on either side of your thighs and lifted your hips. Suddenly air rushed to your lungs, flowing down like silk. After a couple of minutes like that, he carefully set your hips down, and returned to his previous seat.

“How’d you know to do that?”

The question tumbled out from your lips as overlooked the sea. it had changed from the faded grey shade, to a more lively pink hue that covered the reflection in the water.

“I have taken so many footballs to the stomach, that’s usually the quickest way to gain back breath.”

Calum always had this easy going, yet still thoughtful nature about him. It made him easy to talk to.

“You know my ex? Max? he was very kind in the beginning, but I don’t know, everything just went so wrong, I don’t even know where to begin”

It felt good to get it off your chest for the first time, yet you still regretted that it hadn’t been to Ashton.

“D’you want my advice?”

All it took from you was a slight nod, with curious eyes, that met his deep brown ones.

“Write it down, figure out how you want to articulate it, and bring it Ash, let him read it, let him understand. The worst thing he knows is not understanding, the worst thing for you guys is not sharing stuff like this.”

It made you think, because it made sense, you were just so scared of how Ashton would take it.

Max had always been around as you grew up, not in the sense that you used to be best friends, but that he was always in your peripheral vision. Until the end of high school closed in. He had started with charming his way in, with playing on all the good sides he had, all the little things he had noticed while being in your peripheral vision. After the two of you broke up, he was angry, frustrated, and perhaps a little vengeful.

So when Ashton came knocking on your door after a night out with his friends, you expected him to be fired up and ready to go out on an adventure. He wasn’t. You opened the door to a beaten and battered Ashton.

You stared at him with wide eyes and numb arms, as the door closed behind him.

“What the hell Ash? what’s happened?”

He groans as he sits down on your bed

“Some random guy came up and just started hitting me!”

Now this should have been red flag number one, but you were to caught up in trying to clean up his wounds. He was truly battered, with bruises on his ribcage, a split lip and brow. How anyone might have gotten the best of Ashton you didn’t know. And that might have been red flag number two.

“Please tell me you got some hits in too?”

You whispered as he hissed, when you dabbed the rubbing alcohol on his lip.

“Of course I did, but I can’t say I won though.”

Ashton looked down on the floor.

“Hey, you can’t win every fight you know?”

The words seemed to do little to console him, so you left a quick peck on his lip as you finished with the rubbing alcohol. Then you moved on to clean his eyebrow, where the blood had crusted. You finished up without getting the liquid in Ashton’s eye, and sat down on his lap.

“I just don’t get what he would do that for?”

Grabbing his head with both your hands, you made him look at you. The light from the sunrise hitting his hair making it look like a halo of sorts.

“You have done nothing to deserve random guys beating you up. Ok? Nothing”

It wasn’t an argument, it was reassurance, and Ashton seemed to register it. Because his hands snaked around your hips and interlaced at the back, pulling you close to him. He then leaned back, falling down on your mattress with you on top.

“Oooww, okay, that was a bad idea.”

Ashton groaned out as you looked at him with worries eyes.

“I’m fine babe, I swear. Now come on, it’s dawn and I don’t think you’ve been sleeping again.”

This time it was his eyes that held an immense worry in the beautiful hazel irises.

“Okay.”

It was the only thing you could think of to say as the both of you settled into the all to small dorm bed.

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Later that sunday you were sitting at your usual cafe, where you studied. When the chair across from you scraped over the floor, you looked up from your notes.

A blonde guy, with too familiar, green eyes was sitting across from you. Max. Your entire face turned into a scowl as you stared at him. Waiting for him to speak up.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m here?”

He asked, voice smooth as honey, slower than syrup and utterly sickening.

“I know why you’re here. You’re here to study, to make new friends and save the unsaveable, or perhaps you’re just bitter and want to fuck up my life as it is now.”

The anger in your voice was obvious, as you tried to stare him down. He was not budging though.

“C’mon, I’ve changed, I’m not the man you left anymore.”

As if to empathise what he said, he leaned forwards trying to grab your hand.

“I didn’t leave a man, I left a manipulative douche of a boy.”

You said as you pulled your hand from his clammy grip.

“That’s not fair, baby, you weren’t exactly grown up either.”

Quietly you started to pack up all your stuff, being careful so he didn’t notice. It wasn’t that hard either, considering Max never was good at paying attention.

“No I wasn’t, but I did have a moral compass, even if you clouded it sometimes.”

Just as you were about to stand up, the door dinged as another person walked into the cafe. You looked up, in fear of it being somebody who would tell Ashton. Turnes out you didn’t have to be afraid of that. The person that entered was Ashton himself.

“Y/N, what are you doing with him?”

Ashton looked like the epitome of confusion and perhaps a bit jealousy.

“Nothing, I was just leaving, do you wanna come?”

At this Max also got up, giving Ashton a smug smile, trying to put an arm around your shoulder. Quickly you took a step forwards, as his hand fell to his side. Ashton seemed to notice the fear that radiated in your body language, and reached out a hand, that you gratefully clinged on to.

“Let’s go Y/N.”

To be honest you thought, that could have gone so much worse. Until you noticed Max following you, making you tighten your grip on Ashtons hand. He looked down on you in worry, before turning around and looking at Max.

“Dude, just leave us alone.”

Ashton said as he stopped dead in his tracks.

“No, the slut needs to know where she belongs.”

Without hesitation, you let go of Ashtons right hand, as it pulled back to gain momentum, before smacking straight into Max’s face. A gross sound of bones crunching sounded through the street, as Ashton stepped away, and blood started rushing from Max’s broken nose.

“That was for me, and my girl!”

At that point you didn’t need any more flags. Because everything suddenly clicked. Max had actually, well at least tried to, beat up Ashton.

“Don’t ever fucking dare, come near us ever again, or so help me God, Max, you will be reported to the police for all the stuff you did to me. Your dad isn’t in this state to save you.”

With that you grabbed Ashtons hand, and stormed away from the scene. Shying away from the crowd of people that started to from. As soon as you reached your dorm, Ash stopped you, with furrowed brows and worried eyes, only increasing it when he saw the state you were in. Tears streamed down your face, and he though you weren’t breathing.

“Hey, what’s going on? you need to breathe angel.”

Suddenly it felt like everything was out of place again, just slightly. He wasn’t supposed to see you like this, you were supposed to be the strong, independent girl he first met. Not crying because of some blast from the past.

“I’m so sorry Ash, you need to go.”

It hurt to say it, at it hurt even more when you saw his face, so disappointed and scared.

“Please just go”

Was all that you managed to choke out. And when he left, he slammed the door in frustration, which caused you to jump in fright.

iii

After leaving your dorm, Ashton went back to his apartment, that he rented with his three best friends.

“Thank god you’re back, I really need my coffee right now”

Calum came from around the corner, the two other boys following closely behind him, having heard the door slam. They don’t expect to see Ashton as much in disarray as he is. His hair stood up in every direction, and his eyes never stopped searching the place. As if looking for something. It caused them to stop. All of them saw the lack of coffee, but none of them knew how to ask.

“What’s going on, bro?”

The words come from Calum and finally Ashton meets his eyes.

“I don- she asked me to leave?”

Ashton spoke as if he couldn’t believe what had happened. And finally, the tears fell from his eyes. First a single one and the more.

“I- I think she might have had a panic attack. And she asked me to leave, I just don’t get it.”

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That night he didn’t sleep. All he did was sit in the kitchen trying to put everything together, to figure out what he had done wrong. Maybe he had been too much when he figured out that the Max dude knew Y/N, or maybe you didn’t like him being violent, but nothing made sense.

Ashton is still awake at 5:46 when someone knocks at the door. He does not think of the time, or the fact that any normal person would use the bell. So he opens the door, and finds his angel standing there, in one of his old hoodies and ripped skinny jeans.

“Hi”

Your voice was shy, and barely above a whisper. You even had your glasses on, and Ashton couldn’t stop himself. His face melted into a smile, and he reached out a hand and pulled you into the apartment. He really wanted to hug you, but stopped himself, unsure of where the two of you stood.

“Hey, Angel”

The way she fiddled with her hands, he could tell something was on her mind. Quickly he decided he should let her tell him when she’s ready.

“You want some tea? I think we still have some from the last time you were here.”

All she did was nod, and look around the place. Ashton took the lead into the kitchen, and started making some tea.

“I was gonna give you this letter, but I think it’s better if we talk.”

He turned to look at your nervous expression, and could tell by the wrinkle in between your brows that you really didn’t want to.

“Okay, cause I have some questions I would like to ask, but, you can talk to me too, you know that right? relationships are a two way street.”

He said before letting her continue.

“Yeah, I’m starting to realise.”

Ashton handed you the now finished cup of tea, and lead the way to the sofa.

“Who was that guy?”

You can feel the bitter smile on your lips, along with a cold laugh.

“My ex. My dickhead ex.”

Now it’s Ashtons turn to feel a bitter feeling growing in his chest.

“He was this really self- entitled asshole, and his dad was a cop in my old hometown, I really thought I was through with him, but it doesn’t seem like that.”

Carefully took the tea cup from your hand, and put it on the coffee table, before he laced his fingers with yours.

“He started out really sweet, but when we got further into the relationship, he wanted me to cut contact with all of my friends, especially the guys. But I didn’t, so he hit me, and it was only once, it isn’t a big deal. But when I went to the police station, his dad was there, He just shook his head at me, even though he saw the bruise on my eye. So I broke up with Max and moved here.”

You didn’t notice the tears that streamed down your face, but once Ashton brushed them away, it all felt okay, a little less bad and misplaced.

“Hey, you know, a lot of things could have happened, but the fact that you got away, the fact that you are here,is so much more important than your past. And I’ll help you no matter what happens.”

At that point you didn’t want to hold back anymore, you were tired and grateful.

“Sleep with me?”

A content expression covered his face, as he lay down and pulled you down in front of him on the couch. Then he pulled a blanket over the both of you, before whispering quietly.

“I love you.”

You grabbed the back of his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and whispered back.

“Love you too, so much.”

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The next morning Calum is the first to wake up. He spent some time on his phone, before getting out of bed, and walking into the living room. The sight that met him was not what he was expecting. Cause on the sofa lay Ashton and Y/N spooning, and looking very soft.

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a-fluffer-nutter · 7 years

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You Were The Monster

A/N - Hey y’all, I wrote the Supernatural fic for day whatever for Ficruary. Thank you for the prompt @fanficsandfluff! I hope you like it along with everyone else!!! Thanks for reading, y’all!

Word Count: 1,629

“Hold my hand, bitch,” Dean Winchester yelled, running away from a monster with his brother Sam, per usual.

“Why?” Sam exclaimed, taking a quick look behind him to make sure they were still being pursued by whatever the hell monster they had bothered today.

“That way, if the monster gets a hold of me, it’ll grab you too!” Dean yelled, reloading his gun as they ran.

“What the hell, Dean?” Sam nearly stopped, before remembering their current predicament. The two of them were running down an abandoned road in the middle of who-knows-where, being chased by a monster. Lightning crackled overhead as heavy rain soaked both of them to the bone, goosebumps coating their skin from the chill of the Pacific Northwest rain. Their boots splashed through the numerous puddles which dotted the gravel road, causing the two hunters to stumble as they ran.

“I thought it would be sweet,” Dean winked at his younger brother as he whipped around to fire his gun. They both heard a loud sound, a mixture between a screech and a hiss, erupt from the beast behind them. A large tremor shook the ground, nearly sending the two brothers toppling to the ground. To recover, Sam grabbed Dean’s hand to keep steady, drawing a smile from Dean. “I thought you weren’t going to accept my offer.”

“Shut up,” Sam growled as the two of them slowed, turning back to see the collapsed monster. “Looks like you killed it. Whatever it is.”

“Sure did,” Dean grinned as they approached the crumpled creature. He kicked it with his boot, the monster not reacting. “I guess we should clean this shit up.”

Before Sam could respond, the monster attacked.

***

“Well, that fucking sucked,” Dean held a bag of ice to his cheek, offering one to Sam, who was seated on his bed, tending to his wounded ankle.

“And after all that, you still wanted to hold my hand,” Sam remarked, accepting the ice pack. He held it against his bruised shoulder, wincing at the cold.

“I was hoping that if I got struck by lightning, that I’d take you down with me,” Dean replied, plopping down onto his bed, reaching for the tube of ointment to apply to his heavily scratched face.

“Aw, how sweet,” Sam retorted with a roll of his eyes. He rubbed his leg as he watched Dean apply the ointment to his bloody face, wincing as he did so. “You know, I’d probably be the one struck by lightning. I am the taller one, remember?”

“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean growled in pain as he applied the medicine to a deep gash just beneath his eye. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Really?” Sam raised an eyebrow, reaching for the pill bottle on the side table. He popped three aspirin into his mouth, downing them with a glass of water as Dean continued to clean his face. “I wonder if it’s because we look like we got hit by a car twelve times in a row?”

“I said shut up, Sam,” Dean hissed in pain, coating the scratch beneath his lip with the ointment, thus concluding medicating his face. The ointment smears glistened in the faint light, filling the room with a sickly-sweet smell. “Don’t remind me.”

“It’s three in the morning,” Sam said after a few minutes of silence. He fell onto his back, lying on the firm mattress of the motel room. “We should probably get some sleep. We need to get on the road early tomorrow if we are going to get to Maine by Wednesday.”

“Why does all the weird shit happen at opposite ends of the country?” Dean rolled his eyes before rolling under the covers of his bed, turning off the lamp on his bedside table. “Set the alarm for eight. We’ll grab food before heading out. I think I saw a Taco Bell when we got into town.”

“Yeah, it was on Beavercreek,” Sam replied, sleepily setting the alarm on his phone. “We’ll head there in the morning.”

“Alright,” Dean rolled over. “Night, bitch.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

***

The sky was pure black, no stars twinkling above. The wind whistled as Dean stumbled through the underbrush of the dark forest. Footfalls pounded behind him as he ran, tripping through puddles and downed branches. The forest was alive, deafening the hunter with eerie sounds as he went.

Dean was weaponless and terrified, body covered in his own blood, though he cannot remember when he got hurt. His chest ached, his heart threatening to pound through his ribs. Vision blurred and darkening, Dean felt himself fall. He rolled down a ravine, body being torn by the abundant thorns covering the numerous blackberry bushes.

His body stilled as he hit the bottom of the ravine, every part of his body aching. Paralyzed, Dean began to cough. He smelled his blood dripping down the side of his face as he tried to move, body fighting his every action. Letting out a strained groan, Dean flinched at the sound of snapping twigs and the crunching of leaves getting closer.

“Please,” Dean struggled to speak, his lungs aflame. A tall silhouette hovered over him, gleaming knife in hand. “Don’t do this. Please. You can fight this.”

The last thing Dean Winchester saw was Sam plunging the dagger into his chest.

***

Dean screamed himself awake, tossing his sheets off him. Sweat coated his skin as he shivered, hugging himself. The room was dark as he hyperventilated, taking a minute to remember where he was. Dean whipped his head around as a light clicked on, illuminating the other side of the room.

“Dean?” A gentle voice called, a figure sitting upright in the other bed. “Dean? What’s wrong?”

“Sam,” Dean’s voice was shaky and weak, his hands tremoring. Sam rolled out of his bed, his feet planted on the floor as he looked over to his older brother, Dean refusing to make eye contact. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” Dean replied, attempting to make his voice sound normal and strong, but failed. “Just go back to sleep, Sam.”

Sam ignored this request, standing up from his bed and walking over to Dean’s. He sat at the foot of his brother’s bed, placing his hand on Dean’s knee. Dean flinched away from the touch at first, but then accepted it, leaning into his brother’s palm with a small sigh.

“What did you dream about?” Sam’s voice was nearly a whisper.

“You,” Dean choked out, trying to bite back his emotions, trying to be strong for his brother like he usually did. “You were the monster.”

Sam was silent, a chill running down his spine. Both feared that one day, they would turn on each other, that they would have to slay the other. Both feared turning into some kind of monster, not being able to control themselves, harming the other. Both were terrified of becoming something else and having to kill the other. They had both had this fear since they started hunting together, since everything had gone to shit. They were brothers and they needed each other, loved each other, and being the cause of pain and suffering for the other was the worst thing that could happen.

“Dean,” Sam broke the silence, his voice soft. “You know I would never hurt you, right?”

“I know,” Dean answered after a moment, his dream flashing through his mind. “I know you wouldn’t.”

“Good. I would never do anything to hurt you. I am not a monster and I hope to keep it that way,” Sam let out a strained laugh.

“Me too, Sam.”

“Well,” Sam began, an idea popping into his mind. “There is this one monster I wouldn’t mind being. In fact, I think I’m turning into it right now.”

“What?” Dean asked, confusion welling up in his eyes.

“Yeah, I think I’m turning into one right now,” Sam sat up straight, his fingers curled into claws as he raised his arms over his head. “Fear me, Dean, as I am the Tickle Monster!”

Sam struck, going for Dean’s belly, avoiding his brother’s sore ribcage. Dean let out a squeak before being overcome by laughter. Sam laughed along with his older brother, wiggling his fingers around his sensitive belly, trying not to be too hard, not wanting to hurt Dean.

“Sahahammy!” Dean squealed as a devious finger swirled into his navel, sending ticklish sparks throughout the area. His legs kicked against the bed, trying to buck Sam off his thighs. “Stahap!”

“Not until you apologize for wanting to hold my hand just because you wanted us both to get hurt,” Sam teased, his fingers lowering dangerously close to Dean’s hips.

“Nohoho!” Dean laughed, realizing where Sam’s fingers were, his arms sticking close to his sides, showing Sam that he actually wanted this.

“No? Well, that’s a damn shame,” Sam laughed as he went for the kill. Drilling his thumbs into Dean’s hips, the older brother screeched with laughter, his green eyes tightly shut. Sam kept this up until he felt his brother had had enough. His fingers stilled, giant grin on his face. Sam crawled off his brother, resuming his position at the end of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Deana said after a while. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Dean,” Sam pat Dean’s knee before standing up, going back to his bed. “Wake me if you have another dream about me. I’ll kick my own ass if it makes you feel any better.”

“Thanks,” Dean laughed, rolling over in his bed. “Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t think I won’t get you back, you hear?”

“I hear you loud and clear, Dean,” Sam laughed as he turned off the light, the motel going dark. Dean smiled himself back to sleep, no nightmare disturbing his slumber.

#tickle fic #ficruary #supernatural #ticklish!dean #sad #then happy #I liked writing this one #sorry for it being late #I was busy today

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