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Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Gilmore Girls Guys - Gilmore Girls Preference

Title: Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Gilmore Girls Guys

Characters: Dean Forester, Jess Mariano, Logan Huntzberger

Word Count: 3,183 words

Warning(s): (Dean's) none, (Jess's) jealousy, mentions of abandonment, (Logan's) bit of arguing (playful, but still arguing)

Author's Note: I might write for more characters in the future, but this felt like a good starting place (especially because of how long things like this take me).

These aren't written in chronological order.

Fearless gives off the same vibe as Gilmore Girls and I will not be explaining any further.

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Dean Forester:

Today was a Fairytale

Can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me Fell in love when I saw you standing there

To this day I don't know what gave me the confidence to say yes when Dean asked me out.

It was a nice date.

I just wish I hadn't been so nervous. Maybe I could've actually appreciated it.

It was small. We really just got ice cream and spent a while walking around. It didn't really matter though. The entire event was perfect to me... besides how stupid I had been acting the entire time.

I tried to play it cool.

But I tripped leaving my house, rambled for ten minutes, and almost ran into Dean and knock over his ice cream. But through all of those moments where I wanted the ground to swallow me whole, he would smile.

He would smile, grab my hand, and keep going like nothing had happened.

When he dropped me off, I expected a shell to crack. I expected some sign that this had all gone wrong.

But he walked me to my door.

It was then that I noticed how he was looking at me.

It was disappointment or shame. He was smiling at me with this look in his eyes that made me incredibly nervous.

"I had a great time," he said.

I just nodded, "Me too."

I looked down, wanting to avoid any other potential mistakes.

"(Y/n)," Dean spoke softly. I slowly looked back at him. "Can I kiss you?"

I blinked at him a few times before nodding quickly.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine gently. It only lasted a few seconds, but it still made my heart do front flips. He leaned back and his smile was even wider than before. It made me smile back.

It was magic.

Paper Rings

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

We both knew that we were moving faster than most couples our age. We had committed to each other fiercely. I wouldn't have traded this for the world.

It was the summer after we graduated that Dean decided he wanted to take a risk.

After making dinner for me at his house and having a lovely night together, we were sitting at the table with smiles resting on our faces.

"We should get married," he mumbled, almost in a daze.

"What," I asked. He nodded. "Are you being serious?"

"I know we're young," he explained. "I don't want to rush you into anything, but we've been together for years, we both love each other, and we're about to take a huge step in both of our lives."

I blinked at him, completely stunned.

"We... We can wait," he shook his head. "I... I don't even have a ring yet. I just... I'm ready to commit to you."

"Dean," I placed my free hand over our hands that were resting on the table. "I... I don't think I'm quite ready for a wedding because of college and the costs that come with that, but... I want to commit to you too. I'm ready to be with you... just not financially."

"Really?"

"Yes," I nodded. "I love you. Endlessly. As soon as we're both at the point where we can afford it without killing our savings, then I want to marry you, Dean."

He chuckled before leaning forward to kiss me. He pulled back abruptly.

"Hold on," he said, standing up quickly.

I watched him grab some twine and a pair of scissors.

"Give me your hand."

I held my hand out and watched him make a ring out of the twine. I smiled at the knot tied around the top of my finger.

"Just until I can get a proper ring."

"I love it," I nodded before kissing him again. "And I love you, Dean Forester."

"I love you too, (Y/n) (Y/l/n)... or Forester," he muttered.

It had a nice ring to it.

You Are In Love

'Cause you can hear it in the silence You can feel it on the way home You can see it with the lights out You are in love, true love

Our dates had become a normal pattern.

Dean and I had managed to find a pattern that suited both of us very well. It all just felt so natural with him. It was like this had been a part of my life forever.

I loved it.

I loved him.

Not that I had brought myself to actually say that to him.

Dean stopped in front of my house and I smiled at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

"Yeah," he nodded.

I leaned over and pecked his lips.

There was a pause as I pulled away. We just looked at each other for a moment. There was so much in that moment that went unsaid. Silence truly spoke volumes.

I grinned again and got out of the car.

I was about halfway up the walkway to my front door when I heard a car door open and close. I assumed it was further down the road.

"(Y/n)!"

I turned around when Dean said my name.

"What is it-"

I froze up when Dean pulled me into another kiss. His hands held the sides of my face. I slowly kissed him back as my hands touched his sides. He pulled away slowly, only moving a few mere inches from my face.

"I... I love you," he said quietly, almost studying the look on my face.

I smiled at him, "Really?"

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling back. "I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too," I replied.

I leaned in and pecked his cheek nervously before pulling back fully and heading to my door. I stopped with my hand on the doorknob.

"Bye," I waved awkwardly.

Dean waved back.

It was innocent and precious and perfect.

I wouldn't have traded that moment for the world.

Jess Mariano:

The Other Side of the Door

I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you To stand outside my window throwin' pebbles Screamin', "I'm in love with you" Wait there in the pourin' rain, comin' back for more

I jumped when something bounced off my window. I pulled open the curtains just as another pebble hit the window. I glared down at Jess, who was standing in my yard with that stupid ass smirk.

I opened the window, "I don't want to talk to you."

"Don't be like that," he groaned. "Come on. We need to talk."

"I told you what I wanted."

Commitment.

That's what I wanted.

I was tired of Rory Gilmore feeling like a potential third player in our relationship. I could only blame her so much when she wasn't making any moves. But I was tired of Jess's behavior suddenly changing whenever she showed up.

"I know, I know, that's why we need to talk," he said. "Come on. Let me in. Please."

I crossed my arms and shook my head.

"Fine," Jess replied. "You want commitment, right? You want to know that you're the only one that I want?"

I nodded.

He smirked, "Then, watch closely."

He took a few steps away from my window and looked out at the street. He placed his hands around his mouth as a makeshift megaphone.

"I am absolutely in love with the person up in that window," he shouted into a pretty busy part of town. "I am in love with (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and I will continue yelling it until I know that (Y/n) believes me!"

"Holy crap," I mumbled.

This boy was so lucky my dad worked night shift.

"What the hell is going on," my mom asked as I pulled on my shoes and started running outside.

"I'm sorry," I yelled over my shoulder. "I'll take care of it!"

I ran into the yard and grabbed Jess's arm, pulling on it so he would turn and face me.

I quickly kissed him before he could speak. His hands touched my sides, pulling me closer to him.

"I love you," he repeated quietly once I pulled away. "I'm sorry that I didn't show it the way I should've."

"I love you too," I replied.

He smiled before leaning in to kiss me again. My arm wrapped around his neck. How perfect could this have been?

Run

Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go like they're trying to chase us Go where no one else is

Soft moments with Jess weren't super common.

They were mostly saved for times when we were alone, usually late at night or early in the morning. Those seemed to be the only time that Jess's sarcasm switched off for the most part.

"We should go on a road trip," he suggested one night, running his finger up and down my spine. "Just... go."

"What," I asked. "It's the middle of the school year."

"And?"

"We can't take off on a road trip right now," I chuckled.

"Why not?"

"Do you want a serious answer to that?"

He rolled his eyes.

He suggested things like that a lot. I had to be his voice of reason. I would love to do something like that. Just the two of us without anything else affecting us. It was a sweet idea. Just not realistic.

"We can plan for a trip over the summer," I offered. "You know I hate missing school like that."

"And there's nothing I could do to convince you?"

"No," I chuckled. "Plan a summer trip for us and we'll see what happens."

"'We'll see what happens,'" he mocked me before leaning over to kiss me.

I grinned against his lips. I started planning our trip in my head. I could only dream of how great it was going to be.

This Love

When you're young, you just run But you come back to what you need

Jess was impulsive.

That was truly the best word for it.

I never saw it as a particularly bad thing. It was just a part of him that I had long since accepted. Like every part of him.

I just never thought that would culminate in him leaving me behind.

I went to the diner to see him only to be told by Luke that Jess had left town. I asked where he had gone. Luke didn't know, but he was trying to figure it out. I asked if he had mentioned me at all before he left. A note, a passing comment, anything to make it seem like he had me in his thoughts at all.

Nothing.

I spent that night in bed. I cried until the exhaustion had finally forced me to fall asleep.

I had to eventually give up on trying to track him down. He clearly didn't want me to know where he was. I stopped trying.

I thought I was doing a good job moving on.

And then Jess showed up at my door.

I let out a huff and immediately went to close the door.

"Hey," he said, stopping the door with his foot. "Please. Talk to me."

"Like you talked to me," I snapped.

"I-"

"No," I shook my head. "You left me, Jess. You don't get to waltz back in. No. No."

I tried to push his foot out of the door with mine. He didn't budge.

"Do you think I wanted to come back here," Jess asked. "I came back for you-"

"Then you could've called," I said. I wanted the tears in my eyes to go away. I didn't want to show him any emotion.

"I know," he leaned on the doorframe. "And I'm sorry. I will do anything, and I mean anything, to get you to forgive me."

I looked away from him. I felt like I had wasted so much time waiting on him. I did everything in my power to fight off the sob that wanted to come out.

"(Y/n)," Jess softly pushed the door open.

When I didn't stop him, he stepped inside and pulled me into his arms. His hand cupped the back of my head to guide my face into the crook of his neck. My arms wrapped around him, and I finally started crying.

"You left me," I said through my crying.

"I know, I know," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."

I felt him press a kiss to the side of my head.

"I'm going to fix this," he promised. "No matter what it takes. I promise."

I just moved closer to him. I had missed him so much. As much as he hurt me, I didn't want to send him away. He was all I wanted.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

It was the first time I hadn't said it back. He didn't expect me to. Not yet, anyway.

Logan Huntzberger:

Ours

Don't you worry your pretty little mind People throw rocks at things that shine But they can't take what's ours

It was the first night I had stayed the night with Logan.

It had been calm and relaxed. It was perfect to me. I don't think I had anyone ever make me feel so completely comfortable. I loved every moment.

There was only one moment of pause.

I woke up around two in the morning to find the other side of the bed empty. I frowned and looked around the room. I spotted Logan pacing the room.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he muttered.

"That's not what I asked," I pulled myself into a sitting position. "What's going on?"

"I just... I got stuck in my head a bit," he shook his head, trying to wave the question off.

"Any reason why," I stood up and walked over to him.

"My dad... I called him today... he... wasn't very nice about us."

"Oh," I mumbled. "I'm sorry-"

"I don't want you to have to deal with this," he cut me off. "You don't deserve to be judged. You deserve to be able to be happy without getting crap from people. You deserve better."

"Logan-"

"I dragged you into this."

"Please stop," I grabbed his hands. "I chose this. I chose to be in a relationship with you. And as long as it doesn't change how you feel about me, I don't really care what your parents think of me."

He looked down.

"Logan," I stepped forward. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes," he replied. "Of course, I do."

"Then that's all that matters," I continued. "Anyone else can fuck off. Your happiness should come first. As long as you aren't hurting anyone, your happiness should be the first priority-"

Logan leaned forward to kiss me, cutting off my little speech. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned into the kiss as he pulled me closer.

"I love you," he blurted as soon as he pulled back. "God, I love you."

I smiled even wider, "I love you too."

He kissed me again. I pulled away a moment later.

"Let's go back to bed," I said. "Please. It's two in the morning."

He chuckled and nodded.

After that, the night was perfect.

Besides my issues falling back asleep after being woken up, but that wasn't important at the time.

Enchanted

This is me praying that This was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name Until I see you again

Meeting Logan was a complete accident.

I was just at work when he walked in.

At first, I didn't take much note of him. Just a handsome, rich kid that waltzed in. It wasn't the most uncommon thing for me to see on a day-to-day basis.

However, when he leaned on the host's stand and smiled at me, it definitely got my attention.

"Hi," I said, a bit awkwardly. "Can I help you with anything else?"

"Well, a phone number would be nice," he replied.

I had to bite back a scoff. He was confident at best, arrogant at worst.

"I'm afraid that's not very appropriate, I'm sorry," I explained. "Thank you for the compliment. Your table will be ready in a few minutes."

"Is there any way I could convince you-"

"Hello, how can I help you," I asked the person behind him.

He chuckled, watching my interaction.

When I finished with that customer, I turned back to Logan. He still seemed a little shocked that I had completely ignored him.

I gave him a sickeningly sweet smile, "Can I help you?"

He smirked and shook his head before stepping away.

"We'll call you when your table is ready," I called as he walked away.

I couldn't help but hope just a little bit that he would come back to bug me later.

I Think He Knows

He got my heartbeat Skipping down 16th Avenue Got that, oh, I mean Wanna see what's under that attitude like

I was just trying to get through my workday when I heard the door open.

"Hi, welcome," I said as turned around. It was Logan. "Welcome back."

"Hey, there's my favorite host," he greeted. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"I was visiting my parents," I explained. "Have you been stopping by every day?"

"It's my favorite place to eat," he shrugged. "And you're always a pleasant surprise."

"That's not weird," I muttered.

"Ah, yes, the sarcasm and attitude I get in response every time I see you," he said.

"I don't give you attitude," I replied.

"Oh, yeah, none at all," he mocked sarcastically.

He had a point.

After meeting him the first time, the two of us had ended up in a bit of a competition of who could sass the other person more. I was winning, by the way.

"So... I have an offer," Logan said when I had a moment to pause.

"Oh, I am so intrigued about what this is gonna be," I smirked as I leaned on the stand.

"Let me take you out to dinner," he offered.

"What," I asked, stunned.

He hadn't actually asked me out before. It was playful flirting. That's all it seemed like. I didn't mind it because he didn't seem like a threat at all. I also didn't think that he was genuinely interested. I thought I was just fun for him to mess with... hence the attitude.

"I want to take you out on a date," he continued. "Dinner, specifically."

"Are you being serious?"

"Completely," he nodded.

I stammered for a moment, every potential sarcastic comment falling apart.

"So...?"

He knew. He probably had known from the first we met that I liked him. That little bitch.

"Uh, yeah, okay, sure," I nodded awkwardly.

Logan grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it before letting go and going to leave the restaurant.

"See you later!"

I sat there in shock for a moment. That smug little asshole.

He better make this worth it.

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#gilmore girls x reader #gilmore girls imagine #gilmore girls fanfiction #dean forester fanfiction #dean forester x reader #dean forester imagine #jess mariano fanfiction #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano imagine #logan huntzberger imagine #logan huntzberger fanfiction #logan huntzberger x reader #fanfiction #imagine #x reader

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topgun-imagines · 4 months

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Consider this my attempt at trying to return to the fan fiction world 🫣

#let’s hope it sticks this time #top gun #top gun imagine #topgun-imagines #gilmore girls #dean forester #jess mariano #logan huntzberger #fingers crossed #🤞

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parkbutterfly · 3 days

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bl00dst41ned · 4 months

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I'm looking for dean fan fics and all i see is that jess guy

get him away from me

#bl00dy's binging experience #gilmore girls imagine #gilmore girls #dean forester

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sobersight · 1 year

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which gilmore girls characters would own guns?

lorelai: has a tiny pink camo pistol she has never bought ammo for — she thinks if she just pulls it out during a confrontation, it will scare off her attacker. really, she thinks of it as more of a cute accessory she can keep in her purse instead of a weapon

rory: is pro-gun control so she doesn’t own any firearms. however, she does have a baby blue pepper spray instead (it’s expired)

luke: has a couple firearms he all keeps very responsibly in a safe hidden in his closet. one he bought for self defense purposes, but the others were passed down from his father and he doesn’t have the heart to sell them

christopher: used to own one or two pistols, but he got rid of them when gigi was born

emily: has one antique rifle kept in her panic room that she thinks will defend her in the case of a burglar (it won’t)

richard: has a gun safe in his office containing a pistol and a sophisticated looking rifle, but he hasn’t told emily that they’re there

trix: believes that it’s a man’s job to handle the self defense of the home. however, she still keeps the old firearms that her late husband owned in case of “dire emergencies”

dean: goes hunting with his family regularly and therefore owns several firearms and knows how to use them

jess: has illegal firearms, one of which is a fully automatic that he takes out into the woods occasionally to shoot with his buddies

logan: has several high-tech, custom built handguns and rifles that he and his friends show off to each other. rory vehemently disapproves

lane: prefers knives, or perhaps a baton

mrs kim: she once shot an american soldier during the korean war, traumatizing her and being the inciting event for her conversion to seventh day adventism

paris: expert at self defense. she has a tricked out glock with tons of attachments, as well as excelling in several forms of hand to hand combat

sookie: was there when lorelai bought her pistol, so she also has a matching one. hers is lime green camo and it hasn’t seen the light of day for about five years

jackson: afraid of guns, but owns one gun (that he never touches) to keep up appearances of being tough and masculine

michel: european (doesn’t like guns)

taylor: acts scandalized by the idea of townspeople owning guns and tries to pass a motion banning them from the town, but really he has a large collection of historical muskets and rifles in his home for which he made “special exceptions”

kirk: bought a handgun once, but he shot himself in the foot and the town petitioned at a town meeting to confiscate it as a matter of public safety (it passed unanimously, with even kirk voting to confiscate)

liz: not really interested in firearms. she knows she’s too clumsy to use them — instead, she owns several swords, none of which are really practical

tj: bought a handgun once he and liz bought their house, but he still doesn’t know how to use it

patty: when asked, she says dramatically that she once “shot a man in reno.” she will not elaborate

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jessmmariano · 2 years

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I can’t be the only one who thinks Rory making a book about her life is stupid, right?

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mauradersdaughter · 2 years

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I wonder how Lorelai would’ve felt if it was one of her boyfriends going to talk to her mother about their relationship. The way Lorelai is 100% ok with Dean complaining to her about his relationship with Rory, is just weird. Also, when Jess buys Rory’s basket and Lorelai asks if she wanted help to deal with Dean, like, ma’am you’re not part of the relationship, your daughter knows how to deal with her own boyfriend. I think she wanted to have this sort of weird proximity with Rory, to know everything that was going on in her life, all the time and that closeness with her without boundaries is just suffocating. Again, if Lorelai had a guy and he went to Emily to complain about a fight they had, we all know that Lorelai would’ve been pissed. So, how can she not see how that would be unconfortable to Rory. Having her defend Dean about his behaviour, just comeback to her weird obsession with him and desire to have complete control and knowledge to what’s going on Rory’s life.

#Lorelai Gilmore #rory gilmore #Gilmore Girls #anti dean forester #literati #emily gilmore #lorelai x rory #you can't live you daughter's life #a tisket a tasket #imagine lorelai's arguments in her fight with Rory as Emily's #we all know she wouldn't agree with them

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feralgodmothers · 1 year

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Based purely on looks. Who would rather meet? Dean Forester or Tyler Galpin?

ANON THOSE ARE MY TWO MAIN BABY BOYS NOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

Okay, let’s see…

They’re both lanky

With adorably floppy hair

And great smiles

I…

I think Dean might have the edge on this one, but only slightly

#asks #gilmore girls #dean forester #jared paladecki #wednesday #tyler galpin #hunter doohan #this was way harder than it should have been lol #I’M GREEDY ANON I WANT BOTH #(but the excuse to fangirl over my two beautiful boys was amazing thank you 💖)#could you imagine if they lived/worked in the same town?#I’d have no money after I spent it all on groceries and coffee 😭😂

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vilentia · 1 year

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A Fragile Reunion

Dean Forester x reader

part 1 | part 2

The weight of regret hung heavily on Dean's shoulders as he embarked on his journey to win back your trust. Every step he took was filled with uncertainty and trepidation, yet his determination to right his wrongs propelled him forward.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Dean poured his heart and soul into demonstrating his remorse. He wrote letters filled with heartfelt apologies, expressing the depth of his regret and his unwavering love for you. He left them on your doorstep, hoping that his words would reach your heart and ignite a glimmer of forgiveness.

But the silence that followed his efforts only intensified his anguish. Doubt gnawed at his insides, threatening to unravel his resolve. He couldn't help but wonder if his actions were in vain, if he had truly shattered any chance of reconciliation.

One day, as Dean stood on your doorstep once again, letter in hand, he hesitated. His hand trembled as he debated whether to leave it behind or to knock on the door and face you, to see the pain he had caused reflected in your eyes.

Summoning all his courage, Dean raised his hand and knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet street. Moments stretched into eternity until finally, the door creaked open, revealing you standing there, your eyes filled with a mixture of emotions—pain, uncertainty, and a glimmer of hope.

"You," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "What do you want, Dean?"

His heart thudded painfully against his chest as he looked into your eyes, his own filled with remorse. "I want to make things right, to earn back your trust," he pleaded, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I know I made a terrible mistake, and I can't change the past, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove to you that I've changed."

You studied his face, searching for sincerity amidst the pain. Slowly, you opened the door wider, allowing him to step inside. The room felt heavy with unspoken emotions as Dean cautiously entered, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I've spent so much time reflecting on what I've done," Dean began, his voice tinged with a mixture of regret and determination. "I've sought guidance, I've taken steps to become a better person, and I want to show you that I've learned from my mistakes. I want to prove that you can trust me again."

You listened, the words hanging in the air, mingling with the uncertainty that still clung to your heart. Emotions waged war within you as you struggled to reconcile the pain of betrayal with the lingering love you once shared.

"Dean," you finally spoke, your voice trembling with a mix of caution and longing. "I don't know if I can trust you again. But there's a part of me that believes in redemption, in second chances. If you're willing to put in the work, to show me every day that you've changed, maybe... just maybe, we can rebuild what we once had."

Dean's eyes widened with hope, tears of relief shimmering within them. "I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to make things right," he vowed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll cherish your trust and love like never before. Together, we can overcome this and create a future filled with happiness and healing."

As the room filled with a renewed sense of hope and the tender promise of healing, Dean and you stood at the precipice of a new beginning. The journey of redemption lay before you, a path filled with challenges and uncertainties, but also the potential for growth, forgiveness, and a love stronger than ever before. Together, you embraced the opportunity to rewrite your story, fueled by your shared determination to forge a future built on trust, understanding, and the unwavering belief in the power of second chances.

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iwritefandomimagines · 10 months

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took one day off binging gilmore girls & had an elaborate jess/dean x me dream. expect more gilmore girls imagines as a result lol (and feel free to keep requesting them) (ideally for jess, dean, tristan or logan)

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls imagines #gilmore girls imagine #jess mariano #dean forester #tristan dugray #logan huntzberger

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 months

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The Ranger (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is trying to enjoy her vacation in the rainy forest in her cozy cabin when an unexpected heat comes on. But things turn dangerous fast and she needs the help of a local forest ranger to get out of it. But she wasn't expecting his help to include claiming her and being her true mate. Because something isn't right and her Alpha is keeping something from her...

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, life threatening medical situation, angst

A/N: Please enjoy this first part!

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This was not an ideal situation. You’d finally done it and taken that solo vacation in the mountains. A cozy cabin in a retreat from the world. The trees had turned already and were bare but the damp, cloudy rainy day would have been perfect to curl up by the wood fireplace and get through that stack of books you’d been meaning to.

Except your heat, your heat that’d always been on schedule since you’d started having them, was three fucking weeks early. You didn’t have any medicine besides a few pain killers meant for headaches, not dangerous cramps, and the cabin only had basics meant for allergies or a cold. You needed heat suppressants soon if you didn’t want to go into a full heat.

Which again, wasn’t an ideal situation since you didn’t have a flippin’ mate.

You could have tried to trek back to civilization through the winding dirt road but it’d taken two hours on the way in. Two hours of intense cramps? No way were you making that drive.

“Shit,” you said, walking slowly to the service room on the lower floor of the cabin where a radio at a table sat. Because of course you wanted to vacation somewhere without people, that meant no cell service either.

A rumble of cramps passed through you, warmth flaring your insides. You gritted your teeth and grabbed the radio, turning the frequency to the ranger station listed on the sheet on the table for emergencies.

“Hello, uh, forest service? I need help,” you said, closing your eyes as pain radiated up your spine. You frowned for a moment, the radio crackling. “Hello? I-”

“This is station 327, Ranger Winchester. What’s the emergency?” asked a strong, serious voice. You bit your bottom lip as you imagined he was an Alpha, your core quivering at the idea of getting a knot. “Mam? Please respond.”

“M-My heat’s early. It’s real bad and I have no medication. I-I’m in the Vrbo cabin off route 37, Mount Dusk I think it was called. I-”

“This line is for true emergencies. Your heat being a few days early and you being an unprepared Omega is not-”

“Listen asshole,” you snarled, gasping when your stomach threatened to curl in on itself. “It’s three fucking weeks early which everyone knows isn’t normal. I need a fucking heat kit, a strong one, or a fucking knot now and since I’m out here alone, all I got is your ass. So get me my shit and-FUCK!”

You dropped the radio as you bent over, falling to your knees. Something was wrong. Heat’s didn’t come on this fast, not even when you scented your true mate.

You could hear noise through the radio but your head was thrumming, your body grateful for the cold wood floor below you. It wasn’t possible to die from a heat, was it? If you let the fever go you supposed but it took days and days for that to happen and you’d only felt crappy for an hour. Yeah, you’d be just fine. This guy would bring you medicine and you’d be fine.

Right?

You blinked open your eyes when you heard glass break. Crap, you’d passed out for who knew how long. The overwhelming scent of Alpha hit you and despite the pain, you shot upright, staring at the man in the wet raincoat as he reached his hand through the broken pane and undid the lock. He froze when he saw you, his own scent shifting subtly. A hint of fear under the surface.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, raking his eyes over your sweat drenched body. He took off his backpack, pulling out a white box and a bottle of water, cautiously setting them on the ground and sliding them over to you.

“I look that bad, huh?” you said, ripping open the box and finding the medicine you needed, knocking it back with a swig of water.

“You’re in heat and I don’t want to be accused of doing shit I didn’t,” he said. You narrowed your eyes, hand fisting in your own shirt over your stomach. That shouldn’t have been happening still. Heat medication worked instantly. “What’s-”

You fell over again, clutching your abdomen, head spinning, body going haywire at his scent.

“Please,” you whispered, finding his hard eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I-I need you to-”

“I can’t.” A wracked sob slipped past your lips as something in your broke, pain flooding every single cell. You just needed a knot and it would be bearable. He muttered to himself and quickly you were in strong arms, your own wrapping around him shakily. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I’ll pay you,” you whispered, hating how that sounded but he simply carried you out in the pouring rain, the cold air helping your skin not feel so hot.

“I’m on Novi-Alpha. If I knotted you,, you’d fucking die so I’m sorry but I can’t help you like that even if I wanted to.”

“I’m gonna die from this fucking fever anyways!” you shouted as he opened the backdoor of a rugged looking jeep.

“One’s a chance, one’s a guarantee,” he said, setting you down, your arms still clinging to him. He eyed you, forcibly grabbing your wrists and pulling them away. “You will not die, understand me? Now let me get you to a hospital.”

You reached for him but he moved away too quickly, closing the door. He ducked into the cabin to retrieve his bag before he was behind the wheel.

“Honey Dusk Hospital is aware you’re in a dangerous heat,” he said, turning the jeep around and driving down the dirt road, way faster than you had.

“Don’t kill me in a fucking car accident on the way,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

“This vehicle is meant for these roads, unlike your car. We’ll be on route 37 in thirty minutes, at the hospital in forty five.” You threw your head back, his musky scent filling the small space.

“Distract me,” you breathed out. “Fuck you smell so good. If you weren’t on Novi-Alpha, I’d climb you like a fucking tree.”

“Whoa lady. Calm down-”

“Don’t lady me. We’re like the same fucking age.”

“You say fucking a lot, you realize.”

“You have your insides tearing apart and tell me you wouldn’t be cursing-” You shouted, bracing yourself against the door panel, feeling him step on the gas harder. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

“...I have an idea,” he said quietly. You flashed open your eyes, looking at his incredible scruff covered jawline, his gaze focused on the bumpy, wet road ahead.

“What? Are you a doctor? Are-”

“No. I only know my basic medical training.” He frowned, rounding a tight corner. “It’s probably not a heat and you’re just sick.”

“I know what a heat feels like thank you very much.” You shivered violently, the ranger sighing. “What’s your name?”

“Dean Winchester. Try to rest. We’ll be there soon.”

The ranger’s suggestion to rest had, shockingly, not worked. By the time you were speeding down this small town’s streets, you were shaking so hard you literally couldn’t stop. Dean had reached back more than once as he drove with a handheld thermometer, muttering a few f-bombs to himself.

At least he wasn’t the one with a hundred and five temperature. A hundred and five and a half to be exact. You were pretty sure your heat was about to boil the fuck out of you and kill you within the next hour.

Dean said something but you didn’t hear him over your screaming. The next thing you knew he was ripping open the door and running inside a hospital with you in his arms, nearly tripping into a stretcher where a team was waiting.

“She’s fucking dying,” he said as he set you down, the team of doctors and nurses rushing you into a side room.

“You said this heat came on suddenly?” he asked Dean, someone sticking a thermometer in your ear.

“106. She’s too hot,” called out the nurse, the doctor near Dean rushing over, the team suddenly pushing you out of the room and down the hall. You were shoved through a pair of double doors into a bathroom, a silver high walled tub in the corner.

“I got her,” said Dean, lifting you up and plunging you into an icy cold bath. You screamed as it burned your fiery skin, his hands on your shoulders forcing you to stay inside. “Look at me. Look at me.”

You couldn’t get the words out, taking in his green emerald eyes for the first time. His scent was still all around you, pine trees and vanilla beans, a cozy campfire and aged whiskey, fresh tobacco and soft linen. Your brain went fuzzy, blood pumping in your ears, thrumming in time with your heart. Was it getting slower? Your eyes were getting heavier, that was for sure.

But he smelled so pretty, so…homey. Rugged. Yours.

“We’re losing her!” someone shouted, just as one last image of his concerned face crossed your mind.

You felt strangely…blissed out when you woke. Satisfied, like you were after being on the receiving end of a knot but also relaxed and floaty, like when you finished a heat. It wasn’t exactly a problem your heat had passed but you remembered a whole lot of pain and a high fever which wasn’t normal.

So what the fuck had happened?

You stretched in bed and sat up, a doctor in a white coat stepping into the room with a smile.

“Y/N! Glad to see you awake. It’s been a few hours. How are you feeling?” he asked, gently taking your wrist and checking your pulse.

“Uh, pretty good actually. I take it my heat’s gone?” He hummed, raising your arm up, feeling under your armpit.

“Yes. There’s not many cases a year but some Omegas do unfortunately have a negative reaction.” The doctor put two fingers to your bonding gland on your neck, your eyes narrowing. Why would he be feeling that?

“What are you doing?” you asked as he pulled them back, glancing at a monitor.

“Just checking your bond is healing.” You stared at him, the doctor glancing down with a sigh. “You don’t remember, do you? What happened before you passed out in the tub?”

“I remember being dumped in ice cold water and a whole lot of people shouting but that’s it.”

“You didn’t pass out immediately. We determined while you were on the way here that your heat was triggered by the fact you came into contact with your true mate. Ordinarily, you would have picked up on this yourselves but your Alpha is on medication that has strong side effects. Namely, he was only vaguely aware of who you were through scent but there was no desire to mate as would be the norm. For you, unfortunately there is no recognition on a level that you’re aware of. You understandably would not know you went into heat early because of your true mate.”

You reached a hand up to your bonding gland, wide eyed when you felt…something. You flew out of bed, the doctor trying to stop you but you were quickly in the small bathroom, staring in the mirror.

“What the fuck is that!” you shouted. On your neck was a fresh, pink, bite mark. Someone had fucking claimed you. You angrily spun around, the doctor holding up his hands. “What kind of hospital is this! I’m suing the fuck out of you and this whole place!”

You caught a whiff of something…delectable, an Alpha’s scent somewhere close by. It calmed you, ever so briefly, the doctor sighing.

“The man that brought you in-”

“The ranger guy.”

“Yes he…well he…there’s no easy way to say this. He is your true mate. Ordinarily we would have used medication to mimic your true mate’s scent but seeing as he was there…when he was told he would be able to claim…” he said as you stalked out, eye twitching. “We were losing you and receiving a claim bite from your true mate was the fastest way to bring your fever down. In emergency situations, true mates are allowed to make medical choice for you if you’re unable-”

“He wasn’t my mate then,” you growled.

“Physically, no but on a metaphysical level, yes. Frankly, the health of my patient, you, is all I care about. We’d like to observe you a few more hours before discharging.” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“So my heat is magically gone and some random dude hanging out in the hall is now my Alpha?”

“That’s the more blunt way of putting it. We’ll send home medication to suppress your urges to mate physically. Your Alpha will be unable to knot you until he has completed his Novi-Alpha prescription.”

“And when will that be?” you asked, tilting your head. The doctor frowned. “When?”

“...You don’t know what Novi-Alpha is prescribed for, do you. That is a discussion for you and your Alpha.” You wanted to argue but he lifted his chin. “Please let me finish my examination and determine if your heat had any consequences.”

Three hours later they finally let you leave, a white baggie in hand that held a bottle of pills you were to take once a week for the foreseeable future. There were well over a hundred inside which made you more than queasy.

What the fuck was Novi-Alpha and why did a guy that looked more than healthy need to be on it?

You frowned when you stepped outside under the covered front entrance, the ranger standing from where he sat on a bench.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?”

“I didn’t give you permission to claim me.” His scent shifted, an edge to it you didn’t like. He narrowed his eyes, a frown growing on his otherwise handsome face. “Oh, don’t you start on that we’re true mates shit. You didn’t ask for my consent.”

“Excuse me but you were the one begging for it,” he quipped back. He took a few steps away like he was heading for the sidewalk, suddenly turning on a dime and getting in your face. He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw. “You don’t feel…this and I get that it’s my fault. I barely feel it myself. And I frankly don’t care about your consent. My mate was five minutes away from death.”

“Oh, I did not sign up for some toxic asshole,” you said, shaking your head. You took a step, Dean grabbing your wrist. He looked ready to snarl, lip curling up.

“True mates are never, ever bad mates. Stop hating me for saving you.”

“I don’t even fucking know you. This whole situation is your damn fault in the first place.” He twitched his eye, yanking on your arm so you stepped forward. “Get off, ass-”

“I am your Alpha and I’m taking you home,” he said, tugging you along after him, your feet cold on the wet ground, socks already soaked through.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you growled. Dean whipped around and in a second, you were tossed over his shoulder. “Dean! Put me down!”

“You’ll wear yourself out if you don’t calm down.” You growled, punching his back twice. You raised your fist again but felt dizzy, your hands instead gripping him tightly. “Did you listen to the doctors at all? You need to take it easy.”

“Just take me to my cabin,” you grumbled. He didn’t speak again, only grunted once when he opened the passenger door of his truck to slide you inside. You were too tired to deal with this crap. You’d go back to the cabin, sleep for a solid twelve hours and figure out this mate crap tomorrow.

The roads were unfamiliar as Dean drove in silence, winding and twisting as he drove away from town and off a small road. It was a gravel road unlike the one to your cabin but you perked up when you saw a cabin in a small clearing after only a few minutes.

“Uh, that’s not my cabin,” you said. Dean put the truck in park, turning it off. “I was out on Mount-”

“This is my house…our house,” he mumbled the last part. You shook your head at him, Dean rolling his eyes. “You need rest, not to sit in a car for hours. I’ll get your shit from that rental and bring it here. We’ll figure out the rest of your crap from wherever you’re from later.”

“Excuse me? We’re mates, as much as that appalls me. We make decisions like where to live together. I have a job, a life-”

“We live here. End of discussion,” he growled. His scent was raw, twitchy. There was no room for arguing. You were ready to fight back but you forced yourself to calm down. He was your true mate and as much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. True mates were never bad to one another. He wouldn’t harm you but good god was this guy protective.

You frowned when he held up a finger to you and got out. He threw up his hood, rain coming down harder. In a flash he was at your door, picking you up bridal style and rushing you over to a covered porch. He set you down to unlock the door, flipping a light switch before he stepped back. You walked past him, surprised to find the cabin quite spacious and modern.

He disappeared behind you, returning with your white paper bag, now wet. His boots were removed and you peeled off your soaked through socks, following him slowly as he went to the open kitchen area on the right. The bag was set down, Dean moving to his fridge and taking a few things out.

It was open concept, kitchen on the right, living room on the left, a dining table in the front by the windows. There was a hallway in the back and one off the kitchen, probably leading to bedrooms and a garage. A large fireplace was nestled in the corner of the living room and you saw Dean cross into your vision, going to it to toss in a few logs.

Honestly, it was nicer than your rental had been.

Once he had a fire going, he turned back to where you stood on the front rug, water dripping off of you. His lips pressed into a thin line, looking you up and down not like an Alpha would his Omega. No, he was being very clear.

You were the stray that’d followed him home he hadn’t wanted.

“I don’t have to be here,” you said when he approached, staring up at his dark eyes. “This isn’t normal. We’re supposed to be all over each other and clearly we’re not. We-”

“There’s a stew going on the stove. It’ll be ready in an hour. Just leave it alone.” He put a hand on the small of your back, walking you down to the back hall, motioning you to the last door on the left. He flipped on a light, cascading you into a cozy bedroom with soft white bedding and a dark green flannel blanket on top.

He cleared his throat and went to a closet, pulling out a few pieces including a t shirt, hoodie, sweatpants and pair of boxer briefs.

“You should warm up in the shower. Bathroom is right there. The laundry room is on the other side of the house, near the kitchen and garage. It’s coming down harder so it’ll take me a few hours to get to the rental and back here. You should-”

“Take it easy. Yeah, I got that.” He nodded, pausing at the bedroom door with his back to you.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve it.” You quirked your eyebrow up.

“You’re my Alpha. We’re soulmates. I guess this is supposed to happen.” He was still, the air thick. “I…listen I know I was…I wish I’d been aware of what I’d been saying but…”

He smelled tense, his hand in a tight fist by his side. What the fuck was up with this guy?

“Whether we like it or not, we’re mates,” you said gently. “When you get off that medicine, it’ll feel different-”

“I can never get off it and I can never knot you. You’ll never feel a damn thing for me.” Then he was gone, tearing down the hall and out the front door before you could even move.

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine that he was right.

Your feet moved on autopilot to the bathroom, stripping out of the wet clothes and standing in front of the nicely tiled shower. In seconds you were under hot water, cascading down your back, through your hair. Fingers reached up to your neck, rubbing over your bond.

There were no sparks or flurry in your veins. You were supposed to be able to feel Dean, feel your connection, feel his soul.

But there was nothing. All you felt was empty.

You couldn’t feel the other part of your soul and he blamed himself.

“Fuck that,” you said, quickly finishing and getting dressed in the clothes aside from the sweatpants that were too long.

You found his computer in one of the spare bedrooms, stealing it along with a notepad and pen. Out in the kitchen, you settled into a seat at the island and drew a line down the middle of the pad. One side for information about Dean, the other Novi-Alpha.

With a quick stretch, you cracked open the laptop and got to work.

Three Hours Later

It was dark by the time headlights flashed through the front windows. The computer said it was just after six thirty and you knew you were about thirty seconds away from an argument. Ah, what a wonderful way to spend your first night with your Alpha.

Out of view you heard the door leading from the garage to the house crack open, wet boots against the tile in the mudroom.

“I’m back!” he called from around the corner. “We’ll unpack your stuff tomorrow. How was…”

Your eyes darted over to the hallway he exited from, his socked feet padding his footfalls on the woode floors that covered the rest of the house. He stared at where you had his laptop, a charger plugged into the side of the island, a stack of papers next to you, your notepad, pen, three different highlighters and a cup of coffee.

“Are…are you working?” He asked, face souring. “You should be resting. I thought you were here on vacation anyways.”

“I am and this isn’t work related.” He narrowed his eyes, not saying anything as he went to the sink on the other side of the island to wash up.

“Did you eat yet?” You shook your head, typing some more. A heavy sigh left him. He went to a cabinet, pulling out two large bowls. “You really should have eaten something. You nearly died this morning. Your school project can wait.”

“I’m not in college,” you said, jotting down a few more notes before you saved what you’d been working on and signed out of your account. You closed the screen, watching water trail down from his wet hair and soaking his shirt collar. “Why are you wet?”

“Because there’s a thunderstorm outside. It rains here most days,” he said dryly, giving you a side glare as he walked the two bowls of stew over to the kitchen table. You cocked your head at him as you got up, Dean quickly retrieving utensils. “What?”

“You parked in the garage just now and my cabin was far enough away that you’d be dry. Where’d you stop on the way back?” He slammed the drawer shut, eye twitching. “Strike a nerve?”

“I asked you to do one thing. One thing. Rest. And y-you’re writing a research paper or some crap? Sit down and eat your damn dinner.” You would have told him off but truth be told, you were starving a bit. You took your bowl and moved it to the seat across from his, Dean angrily setting down a spoon. A few moments later, a large glass of water was in front of you and he had a bottle of beer on his placemat. Dean sat with a loud thud, shoveling a large spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Why are you wet?” you asked again, crossing your arms.

“Why does it matter? Fucking eat.” You leaned back, Dean dropping his spoon in the bowl. “Really? This is how it’s gonna be? I’ve been nothing but nice-”

“If this is you nice then I’d hate to see you mean.” You raised your chin, picking up the spoon. “I’ve always heard alpha’s protective instincts are unmatched. You can barely feel whatever this bond is and you’re so worked up-”

“I almost watched you die today.” You closed your eyes and sighed. A small noise made you open your eyes, Dean sliding a small white box over to you. You frowned, lips parting when you saw the newest iPhone inside. “I got you a phone on the account your other one was in your pocket when you took your artic dip. I rushed to the store before they closed. That is why I’m wet. I’d never want you to feel like you’re trapped here, especially when you can’t feel our ‘whatever bond.’”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the rain on the roof, the clanking of spoons and the quiet thrum of a soft rock station in the living room.

He seemed…stressed. Maybe you should wait for the morning to bring up what you’d found.

But you didn’t get the chance when he picked up and glanced at your notepad. Green eyes scanned over the pages before he gathered up everything you’d been working on.

And tossed it straight into the fireplace.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing over as he stopped you in your tracks. He leered down, eyes dark. “That was-”

“You will delete everything you saved on that computer. Now.”

“You can’t-” He gripped your arm tight, so hard he was shaking it.

“Do it or I will make your life hell.” He released you, spinning you around towards the computer. You didn’t believe he’d hurt you. True mates were incapable of it. But you didn’t want to tempt him anymore than you already had.

Ten minutes later, your backup was gone and after a through examination by Dean, he took the computer and tossed it into the fireplace as well.

“I know you have questions,” he said quietly, back to you as the flames danced around the melting device. “I never should have gone hiking this morning. You caught my scent in the wind and-”

“Why would you go hiking in the pouring rain? It was raining this morning too. I had my coffee under the covered porch but it was coming down like bullets. No one would be out there willingly.” He turned and faced you, eyes roaming over your body, stuck on how his boxer briefs molded to your legs.

“In another life, we could have been happy. I would have given you everything you asked for. But not this one. I will keep you safe but that is all we are. We don’t get our happy ever after until we’re both dead.”

You swallowed, stepping into the living room, stopping a few feet away. “You hurt my arm just now.”

“I know,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again as long as you don’t do stupid things.”

You were getting angry again, Dean holding up his hands. “Stupid shit like try to know my new Alpha who just left me all alone? Sorry for trying to look up your damn social media. Asshole.”

Dean dropped his hands and went back to the fireplace, poking the computer with a poker, shaking his head.

“The more in the dark you are-”

“I’m a corporate forensic analyst, Dean,” you said, Dean’s shoulders stiffening. “Those notes on the computer? In that pad? Those articles? You can burn them all but it’s in my head. I don’t need the internet anymore to figure out what’s going on.”

“And what does your analysis tell you?” he grit out.

“Novi-Alpha is a cancer medication specifically for Alphas. But you don’t have it and never have. So why would an otherwise healthy Alpha take it? Well, it apparently has other uses that the public doesn’t know about…if you’re willing to live with the side effects. Side effects like knotting becoming a deadly activity to the person on the receiving end. The inability to feel your mate. Scent changes. And my personal favorite, if taken without the binding agent that’s given for cancer treatment, it changes your DNA coding without changing your DNA. Apparently law enforcement doesn’t want that news to get out there because it’s a bitch to catch people if they find out they can change their DNA on tests.”

You grabbed his arm and made him face you, a loud crack of thunder echoing in the room. Dean breathed calmly, eyes finding yours.

“Why are you taking medicine to change your DNA?”

“Because I did something bad, Y/N.” He got closer, pressing his chest to yours, forcing you to tilt your head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Fingers brushed over your cheek, thumb swiping over the curve of it slowly. “Because your true mate is a monster. And once you know the truth, you’ll want to run away…and I don’t think I’m strong enough to let you go.”

The air was thick with his scent, dark yet pleasant. Painful even. You leaned into his touch, Dean’s green eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Novi-Alpha prevents Omegas from feeling their true mate. But I know you feel me.” You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “You have to tell me the truth eventually.”

“No I don’t,” he whispered.

“You’ll tell me,” you said, opening your eyes, Dean’s hand sliding down to your mark. “Because I’m in danger if you don’t.”

He shook his head, pulling away from you. “Don’t pull that crap, Y/N. You’re safer not knowing.”

“Right. That’s why you burned everything just now.” He looked up, like someone else would magically tell him what to do. “You need to protect me. It’s your job. So you have to tell me the truth, Alpha. You have to.”

He laughed quietly, running a hand through his damp hair. “Using my title to get what you want. Manipulative. Maybe you were meant for me.”

“Dean-”

“The Ranger.” You raised your eyebrows at him, Dean wandering to the dark window.

“Uh, what? This is because you’re a forest ranger?” He laughed again, crossing his arms.

“No. I do that because…it’s a pretty isolated job. Small town work.” He looked to his right, a sad smile on his face. “The Ranger. That was my name when I had a different job.”

“That’s not a name…” you said, Dean shrugging. “What’d you do when you were The Ranger?”

He smirked, meeting your curious gaze. “Have you ever killed anyone?”

He slowly stalked back to you, tilting his head. He leaned in close, glancing at your lips. “N-No, can’t say I have.”

“Ever kill an animal?”

“I hit a squirrel with my car once. I cried all night for that.” Dean rested his forehead against yours, his scent rolling off of him in powerful waves. “D-Do you hunt animals?”

“No.” He brushed his lips to the shell of your ear, his pulse strangely calm. “Now people, that’s a different story.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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Bottomless Pits

We post holes here, sir.

Sinkholes, pit caves, wells and cenotes all have one thing in common; sometimes they’re bottomless. Not truly “bottomless”, of course, but in appearance, reputation, or of incredible depth. We’ve seen a few of these “bottomless pits” in prior lists such as the Lost Sea in Tennessee or the Devil’s Hole in Nevada, but today we will focus on those strange places in the earth that seem to be endless.

1. Laguna Kaan Luum, Mexico

This one threw me for a loop because I was originally only seeing pictures like the one above, so I was like ‘oh, that’s cool, so it’s kinda like Dean’s Blue Hole, where it’s an ocean sinkhole right off the shore…’

No. It’s not that. Let’s zoom out a bit.

Yeah. This is a lake with one giant sinkhole in the middle! It’s about 2,000 feet across and reaches depths of 278 feet, with the surrounding shallows a very pleasant 4 feet deep! I’m mostly including it on the list because the full image hit me like a bus.

2. Sima Humboldt, Venezuela

Tepuis are large plateau mountains found across Venezuela, often with sheer sides and inaccessible tops that inspired explorers to imagine dinosaurs still surviving on these isolated mesas. Even on their own, tepuis are incredible, beautiful and mysterious. Add a sinkhole with an even more isolated forest at the bottom, and you have all the ingredients for some crazy shit to happen. Sima Humboldt and Sima Martel are two enormous sinkholes at the top of Cerro Sarisariñama. Humboldt is the largest at over a thousand feet across and nearly the same in depth, with a jungle flourishing at the bottom. The sinkhole forests are home to many endemic species of both plant and animals, but so far, no prehistoric monsters have been found in any of them.

3. Well of Barhout, Yemen

The “well of hell” is a massive sinkhole in the desert, measuring about 100 feet in diameter and plunging down over 300 feet. Understandably, there are many myths and legends about this place, including a story about an evil djinn which lives at the bottom and takes the head of anyone foolish enough to climb in. In fact, so pervasive are these legends that the sinkhole was only formally explored in 2021! Luckily they did not find any evil spirits, but they did find stalagmites which reached 30 feet tall, cave pearls, and waterfalls which provided refuge for frogs and snakes.

4. Myakka sinkhole, Florida

This murky abyss is filled with more than just water, it is also home to over a hundred alligators. Due to the poor visibility and very high concentration of large carnivores, it is very difficult to study this pit. Only a few people have ever glimpsed the bottom of this 134-foot deep sinkhole, but apparently we aren’t missing much because the water down there is stagnant and inhospitable to most life. Exactly why this area is so popular among alligators is still unknown, but it’s likely due to a combination of food availability and ideal temperatures.

5. The Pit cenote, Mexico

Like Cenote Angelita, The Pit is a layered cenote. The first 88 feet is freshwater, then there is a “fog” of hydrogen sulfide, below which lies over 300 feet of brackish water. The Pit is a spectacular-looking cenote, with an almost otherworldly quality, which makes it very popular among divers. So far, this pit has been explored to a depth of 390 feet, but unexplored passages extend further.

6. Thor’s well, Oregon

Like a drainpipe continuously swallowing an unbroken stream of ocean water, Thor’s well is often likened to a bottomless pit. However, it is actually only about 20 feet deep, and the drain effect is due to the fact that it connects back to the ocean, not swallowing the water but simply rerouting it. This does not mean that there is no danger, though. The rocks are slippery and sharp, and this area sees a higher than average number of ‘sneaker waves’; waves that look normal as they roll in but are actually much larger than they appear, potentially sweeping people out to sea as they retreat. The true danger here is the ocean, not the well.

7. Vouliagmeni Lake, Greece

This incredibly beautiful saltwater lake has been rumored to have healing properties for thousands of years, and today continues to draw in visitors for its medicinal minerals and “doctor fish”. But this famous lake hides a secret; a labyrinth of caves whose depths have never been fully explored, and whose connection to the ocean remains undiscovered. Passages stretch over a mile into the mountains, with an average depth of 260 feet. The largest of these caverns is nearly 500 feet wide and full of warm sea water. Although a spectacular diving spot, these unknown caverns are best not underestimated.

8. Santa Rosa blue hole, New Mexico

A gorgeous natural swimming hole, this cenote is roughly 80 feet wide and 80 feet deep (in most places) and is a popular destination for tourists. It was also used for diving certification tests, until an incident in 1976. There is one spot in this picturesque cenote that goes down much further than 80 feet; the entrance to a cave. In the dark, twisting passages, two young divers got lost and died, and the cave was later sealed with a metal grate to prevent other divers from attempting to enter. The cave was mostly forgotten about until 2013, when cave divers were given permission to attempt to map the area. The blue hole is at least 200 feet deep, but the bottom of the cave still has not been found.

9. Roaring River Spring, Missouri

This turquoise river bubbles up from a ten-foot wide pool of deep water hidden within a sheer-sided canyon. But despite its peaceful appearance, this spring discharges 20 million gallons of water a day, and the exact source is still unknown. In 1979, divers attempted to map the cave, but reached a point 225 feet down where the passage constricted and had a water flow like “the force of an open fire hydrant”, preventing them from going any further. In 2020, divers waited until the water flow was lowest in the summer and descended to a depth of 472 feet with no bottom in sight, making this the deepest spring in the US!

10. Your Mom.

I jest, of course. Here’s the real one:

Hranice Abyss, Czech Republic

A tiny greenish lake in the forest is the opening to the deepest freshwater cave in the world, deeper than the Empire State Building is high and still seemingly bottomless. It is so deep that scientists think it may have been formed by a totally different process than most freshwater caves; instead of water eroding away the ground from above, it may have been created by acidic groundwater coming up from below. And this water is extremely acidic, able to burn a diver’s skin if not covered properly. This, combined with fallen trees and other debris, poor visibility, and the sheer vertical drop of the cave, creates incredibly dangerous conditions for diving. Because of this, no diver or ROV has reached the bottom yet. But with a recent study using seismic sensors, scientists have estimated that the abyss may be over a kilometer deep, twice what was previously thought.

#long post #water rating #bathophobia

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Radio and the Rain

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When a bad storm forces you and Dean apart on a hunt, he realizes just how much you mean to him.

Tags: 18+, smut, making love, p in v, all that jazz... nothing too crazy

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Hello, I'm back after almost 6 months. Moving across the country (again) among other big life events (all good ones!) gave me the worst writer's block of all time, but thanks to my friends (@soaringeag1e & @emoryhemsworth), writing this fic per their suggestion (based off Radio and the Rain by Chris Young) is what finally pulled me out of it! Beta'd by my angels @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean. Alright, hope you all enjoy, and I promise I'll be back again with more things soon!

You can also read me on Ao3!

DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST | SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

“Y/N!” Dean calls out, doubtful that you can hear him over the sound of the rain coming down as he tries to ignore the panic building inside him. His hair is stuck to his forehead from the downpour, water droplets streaming down his face as he tries to shield himself from the weather. It’s no use. He’s soaked to the bone – he’s not sure he could have worn enough layers to keep him dry, not in this storm – and the darkness of the forest seems to go on forever. He could have sworn there was a town nearby – some light pollution would be really helpful right about now – but he seems to be shit out of luck. Thunder booms above him, almost deafening, and he keeps on what he hopes is the right path, his heart rate steadily increasing. He needs to find you.

“Y/N!” he yells again after another minute passes. If he’s soaked, he can’t imagine what you must be. He remembers what you’re wearing; skinny jeans, a thin green t-shirt, a black faux leather jacket, hunting boots. Normally, he doesn’t complain about your refusal to wear more layers, but right now, ‘I told you so’ is on the tip of his tongue. He would need a large amount of hands to count how many times he’s told you to prepare for anything , and that a flimsy t-shirt and jacket weren’t gonna cut it, but in your defense, this storm came out of nowhere. He had to give you that, at least.

“Dean!” he whips his head around at the faint sound of his name making its way through the rain, and yells yours out once more before making his way towards your voice. His eyes are adjusted enough to the dark to where he can make out silhouettes of fallen trees ahead of him, stepping over them with little caution as you call out to him again. He has to make sure you’re okay. He has to get to you.

“I’m here, Y/N!” he yells, “Where are you!?”

“Dean!”

He hears it, clear as day from behind him. He turns around in time to see the outline of your soaked body appearing from behind the trees.

“Y/N!” He rushes to you, taking your cold hand in his, and you can’t tell if he’s relieved or angry to see you – or a little bit of both. You should have listened to him when he told you splitting up was a bad idea, but completing the hunt had been the only thing on your mind, Dean’s lectures about safety be damned. “Jesus, you’re freezing,” he comments, like he isn’t an icicle himself. He wants to say, ‘I told you splitting up was a bad idea’, but he holds his tongue. He can lecture you later.

He grabs you firmly by the shoulders, looking you up and down. “Are you okay?”

With the rain pouring down, he sounds like he’s whispering, even though you can tell he’s only a decibel away from full-on screaming. Lightning strikes in the distance, and you’re able to get a clear view of his face for a brief moment. Water streaming down his clenched jaw, hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, worried green eyes searching yours. They land on your cheek, which you think is bleeding thanks to the branch that smacked you in the face a few minutes ago, and you roll your eyes at his over-concern.

“I’m fine, Dean. It’s just a scratch.”

“C’mon,” he replies gruffly, pulling you into his coat in an attempt to shield you from the rain. “Baby’s got a first aid kit in the back.”

Ten minutes of walking later and you can make out Baby’s silhouette parked on the road on the other side of some trees. The rain seems to have gotten even worse – if that’s even possible – and the thought of being underneath some type of roof (Baby’s was just as good as any) where you’d have an opportunity to get dry was getting your tired legs through the last bit of your trek out of the muddy woods.

Your first step onto the dirt road comes with more rain as you come out from under the umbrella of trees. Dean opens the back door for you, ushering you inside and telling you not to worry about your shoes (something that he was usually a stickler about; he liked a clean car). To your surprise, he gets in behind you, quickly closing the door before the backseat can get even more wet. He leans over the front bench, fishing his keys out of his pocket, before starting the ignition and turning on the heat. The radio comes on as Baby starts up, and he lets it play as he opens the glove box and pulls out a flashlight, before sitting back and reaching underneath the driver’s seat for the first aid kit.

“Hold this,” he orders, turning on the light and handing it to you, the brightness of the bulb causing you both to squint as your eyes adjust.

“Dean, I told you, I’m fine,” you reiterate with an exhausted sigh, watching as he opens the white box in his lap.

“Shine it on your face, I need to get a better look.”

You roll your eyes, pointing the flashlight on your cheek, allowing Dean to grab the underside of your chin as he moves your head to the side and examines the damage.

“Needs to be cleaned,” he announces, letting you go and pulling out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and gauze from the kit. You watch as he unscrews the cap and flips the bottle over, letting the cloth absorb some of the liquid before flipping it back and closing it. “This is gonna sting.”

He says that every time, and you chuckle softly in response. “Yeah, not my first time.”

He doesn’t even crack a smile. He grabs underneath your chin again, dabbing your wound with the cloth, and you’re too focused on his mood to even notice the sting. A minute passes by, and you’re sure it’s clean by now, but he seems to be on autopilot, jaw clenched and eyes both focused in on what he’s doing and glazed over at the same time.

“Dean,” you say gently, placing your free hand on top of his, stilling his movements and pulling him out of his trance. “I think it’s clean.”

Silence, except for the rain and the radio, which is quietly playing Is This Love by Whitesnake (not usually what this station plays, but it’s 2 a.m. and you figure they probably save the sappy 80s songs for this time of night).

And then, “You can’t do that.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head. “Do what?”

“Scare me like that. I didn’t – I thought –” he shakes his head, dropping his hand and placing the gauze back in the kit, along with the rubbing alcohol, before closing it and shoving it back under the seat. “Just – you can’t do that.”

“Dean, the storm came out of nowhere. We’ve split up on hunts so many –”

“And it’s never my idea!” he interrupts.

“What do you want me to say, Dean!? ‘I’m sorry that God decided to flood the earth again while we were out hunting werewolves’!? I am fine , okay? I can handle –”

He cups your face in his cold hands, careful to avoid the fresh cut on your cheek. “I don’t doubt that you can handle yourself. But I can’t lose you, do you get that?” His face is inches away from yours, and the flashlight slips out of your hands and onto the floor as your breath catches in your throat. The radio starts playing the all-too familiar beginning chords of Night Moves , and you can’t bring yourself to do anything but nod. Dean tucks a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “I can’t lose you,” he whispers.

“I know,” you reply breathily. You place your hand over his again. “You won’t, De.”

The corner of his mouth lifts up into a brief half smile – one that you would have missed had you not been watching his every move. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip with a feather-light touch, and all you can hear is the radio and the rain.

“Your lips are freezing,” he comments, not-so-subtly (in true Dean fashion).

“Shame there’s no way to warm them,” you whisper back, biting back a smile.

“Hm,” he smirks, leaning in. “I can think of a way.”

You close your eyes as his lips meet yours, instantly sending warmth back into your body. Night Moves is still playing, and you ignore the irony as you kiss him back like not freezing to death depends on it. It’s not your first kiss with Dean, but it’s the first one that feels like it really means something, like you could be more than just friends who hook up occasionally. His hands move from your face to your jacket, unzipping it before he helps peel it off your body, your wet skin making everything a thousand times harder. He carelessly throws it into the front seat before his lips move to your neck and he works on getting his own top layer off. He finds your sweet spot right under your ear, one that sends warm shivers down your spine, and then his hands are back on your body, finding their way underneath your soaked shirt, trailing up your sides. His palms feel warm against your skin, and you don’t know if it’s the heat blasting through the vents or the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but you’ve never been hotter.

The two of you separate for a few seconds and tug off the remainder of your clothes, everything landing in a nice pile on the front seat — muddy boots included. The cleanliness of his car is the last thing Dean is concerned about right now.

You feel a lot more comfortable naked — meaning, you’re only wet where you want to be now — and you lean back in the seat, your head resting against the door, as Dean hovers over you, taking you in. The flashlight on the ground was your only source of light with the moonlight blocked out by the storm still raging outside.

“You’re beautiful,” he states, not like an opinion, but like it’s an undeniable fact. Like if you were to look up ‘beautiful’ in the dictionary right now you’d find a picture of your face.

You smile. “Thank you.”

His finger traces your jaw bone, his thumb gently outlines the scrape on your cheek. “I don’t think it’s gonna scar,” he says. You love it when he’s like this: pure and unfiltered, saying exactly what he’s thinking when he’s thinking it.

You chuckle softly. “Good. Be real ugly if it did.”

His expression turns serious. “No it wouldn’t.” He states that like it’s a fact too, and you have no choice but to accept it.

“Okay. It would be pretty badass, I guess,” you concede.

He smiles and nods, leaning down to kiss you softly, quickly, before pulling back and whispering, “Yeah, it would.”

He trails his kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbone, and you catch the next song on the radio — Feels Like the First Time — and roll your eyes and try not to laugh because of course . You’re brought back to the present when Dean’s mouth wraps around your nipple, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud as your hands instantly come to grip his wet hair.

“Fuck,” you breathe, back arching off the leather seat, and he chuckles softly before releasing you with a ‘pop’.

“That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes again, but they quickly close as he moves to give your right nipple some attention, gently pinching the other between his thumb and pointer finger. Your moans cause his cock to twitch, and you feel it against your inner thigh, imagining what it must look like right now.

“Please,” you beg, and you both know exactly what for. He gladly returns his lips to yours, before nestling himself comfortably (or as comfortable as one can get in the backseat of a ‘67 Chevy) between your legs, still damp and sticky from the rain. He kisses you hard as he enters you slowly, and you moan into his mouth as you adjust to his size. Nothing’s ever felt so good.

“Jesus,” he breathes, pulling away momentarily and bracing himself with one hand on the fogged up window as he bottoms out and stays there, looking down at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him, and right now, you are. “Mm, fuck .” He starts to move, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck, his hot breath and soft groans doing nothing to help stall the tightening coil in your abdomen. “‘m never letting you out of my sight again,” he whispers.

All you can do is nod; he feels so good, you never want him to stop.

“Can’t fuckin’ lose you,” he mumbles, his face coming to hover above yours as he cups your unscathed cheek with his free hand. “You hearin’ me?” He shakes his head. “I can’t.”

You nod again, a little more aggressively this time. “I know, Dean. You won’t,” you reassure him through unsteady breaths. It’s your turn to shake your head. “You won’t.”

You hadn’t noticed his thrusts speeding up, too lost in your emotions until he hits a spot that you didn’t even know you had.

“Oh, fuck ,” you hiss, arching your back. “Fuck, right there.”

He listens, picking up the pace ever so slightly, his lips on your neck again, his heavy pants in your ear. “Shit, sweetheart, you feel so good.” He’s breathing so hard it’s barely audible, but you hear it clear as day, and it’s what brings you to the edge.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna —”

“Me too, me too.”

And then you’re tensing underneath him as a wave of pleasure washes over you, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you up, and he’s holding himself up on trembling forearms, desperately trying not to collapse on top of you as the exhaustion from the day finally hits you both like a tidal wave. Through heavy breathing you notice that it’s still pouring outside — probably deeming you stuck here on this no name road until it lets up — and that You Shook Me All Night Long is playing on the radio, and you can’t help but giggle softly and shake your head.

“What?” he questions, confused.

“I think both the weather and the radio are demanding that we go again.”

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