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thekillingjoke-haha · 3 years

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We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

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houndsharkk · 3 years

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alright alright, do yall want my dreamSMP headcanons?? keep in mind that i only watch a few of them

/dsmp

Possible TW's: trauma, manipulation, death, suicide, overdose; the basic dreamSMP stuff, unfortunately.

ok here we go:

Dream - a separate entity from DreamXD, though they are related; perhaps XD is from another universe? anyways, Dream was possessed by a 'Dreamon' at a young age, making him think that things like manipulation are ok simply because he didn't know any better. he says he's trying to get better, but is he? no. this is just another trick to make Tommy think he can change. Jacob Sheep horns are slowly growing (sheep-hybrid thanks to his mother, Cpt. Puffy). Him becoming family with George and Sapnap made him realize that he can make his own family, an idea which he twisted and turned into manipulation. In his words, paraphrased, he "did a bad thing but for good reasons" which were "bringing the server together"; he wanted to be a family with him in control, a dictatorship, a hivemind.

Drista - Dream's sister, more related to XD than Dream is. somewhat OP but has morals unlike her brother.

George - Mooshroom hybrid!! Has a little mushroom crown and cape because he thinks of himself as royalty (he isn't) - has little horns and a little tail. Misses Dream the most out of the Dream Team, but somewhat afraid of him. Wants 'the old dream' back, which was partly a persona and partly Dream learning about found family. He tries not to get involved with politics or the server after the events of the first wars, because he's scared. Sleeps through things as an excuse. Awesamdude's kid - doesn't tell anyone.

Sapnap - Dragon hybrid - has small horns and a tail, with burn marks at the base of them. His hands and feet are clawed and burnt. He also wants their Dream back, but understands that he was always corrupt and has mostly gotten over it. Wants to help with the Egg but, like George, doesn't like getting involved with big things on the server. He's ashamed of his dragon heritage, covering up his head burns with a headband and covering his horns with his hair; he hides his tail under a cape and wears gloves as well. Sapnap has unnaturally orange eyes, which he would change with contacts, if they didn't melt anytime he tried. Battle-scarred and hungry to start fights and sever friendships out of boredom. Badboyhalo's child.

Callahan - Cervitaur (deer-centaur). Distantly related to Puffy, Captain Sparklez, and Schlatt. I will admit, I have never watched him, and I don't think he's ever been too involved in server politics? Just a simple deer man trying to live his life.

Awesamdude - Creeper centaur thing (he and Callahan are... cousins? i guess?). Incredibly insecure about his morality and the fact that George doesn't talk to him much. Thinks he's a bad person. He becomes a father figure to Tommy through his Sam Nook persona - slowly gaining his confidence back through his real estate and his (illegal) adoption of the gremlin. Badass. Runs the prison by himself because he feels the need to prove himself, and he doesn't know anyone that would be up to the job.

Alyssa - inactive :[ probably human

Ponk - Human!! One of the few humans on this server, actually! He quite likes building and terraforming; he makes very aesthetic builds (see; war campsite). He and Sam are close friends. Ponk is also a parental figure to Tommy, but is closer to the fun uncle. The three of them steal together and then Ponk and Sam cover for Tommy because who could accuse them of lying?? Hesitant to join in with politics.

BadBoyHalo - Demon. Very, very tall demon. Large. Pretty wholesome. I honestly don't know what else to say about him lmao I haven't been paying attention to the Egg much. He and Skeppy are a thing though. Wishes his son would stop killing people's pets to start wars.

TommyInnit - He doesn't know what kind of hybrid he his, but he isn't human. His eyes change color with mood, going from a light grey to an extremely vibrant cobalt blue. He believes he may be part raccoon, or part bird(?) on Philza's side. Phil wasn't around during his childhood; Tommy only knew him as the hero from the strories that his older brother Wilbur told him. Philza killing Villain!Bur cemented his heroship, which is why Tommy sees him as a father figure. Wilbur never told him that he (Phil) was their father. Tommy is actually part siren, but his gills and fins haven't appeared yet. His PTSD is triggered by Dream, blackstone, tnt, people asking for his armor, and a few other things. An extremely traumatized kid. Best friends with Tubbo.

Tubbo - Sheep hybrid. His horns started coming in during Schlatt's presidentship, making him think he was a goat and following in his footsteps. In reality, he's Captain Sparklez's son; related to Schlatt yes, but not at all like him. He likes headbutting the people he loves, including his best friend Tommy. Wholesome, but still a chaotic being of destruction. He and Ranboo are also very good friends!

Fundy - Fox shifter; unlike most of the other hybrids on this server (other than Techno), he can turn into an anthro fox. Canonically transgender! Son to WilburSoot and Sally the Salmon (another shifter). Wilbur was an amazing father while Fundy was small, but started neglecting him during the Presidency, when he really needed a father. The two grew apart further during Pogtopia, and Fundy still tries to refuse his father's attempts at redemption. Despite this, Fundy and Ghostbur, even though they've had arguments, have a better relationship. Fundy is even one of the people who are attempting to bring back Wilbur. He sees Phil as a somewhat father figure despite him trying to be bitter towards him. Very involved with L'manburg and DreamSMP poilitics, but has taken a step back since his dad's death. Fundy also canonically misses Schlatt and wants him to be proud of him. He picked up smoking from him.

Punz - gonna be honest, I have never watched Punz.

Purpled - Enderdragon hybrid. Like Sapnap, but purple lol. Use to have a healthy rivalry with Technoblade, but doesn't talk to him anymore. A bit reserved. I don't watch him either idk if you could tell.

Wilbur - Bird hybrid, like Philza; his wings were clipped by Dream when he first began fighting for independence. Good friends with Technoblade. Wilbur was an idealistic person, and he was probably the most loyal member of L'manburg. He was so upset about the betrayals, he thought of them not as betrayals to the country, but to himself. When Schlatt took over, he began to panic. His perfect nation was being ruined, his nation, HIS nation. He thought of it as his and his alone; all those other people? They were side characters. L'manburg his unfinished symphony wasn't his anymore. It scared him. He began planning to take the country out because, well, if he can't have him, then no one can. He manipulated Tommy, making him go along with his plan, slowly becoming more insane and destructive. Deep down, Wil still loved his family, and his country, and his lost lover, but that didn't matter to him anymore. After blowing up L'manburg (the first explosion), Wilbur broke down. He realized what he had done, he'd become a bad guy; he'd worked with Dream. He asked his father to kill him. And so Philza did.

Ghostbur - Wings work again. Ghostbur pretends not to remember, he pretends that he's changed in death, but he remembers all of it. The bad memories hurt him now, more than ever, and he just can't deal with it; so he doesn't. Water makes him melt, and that includes tears. He's trying so hard to be a good person, he's trying so hard to be a good father, a good brother, a good friend. But it isn't working. He's still, though unintentionally, hurting people, and he feels so bad about it.

Schlatt - Ram hybrid. Brother to Puffy and Jordan (Sparklez). Schlatt is a smoker and an alcoholic, and a power hungry dictator. Or well, that's the persona he puts on. Schlatt, in reality (still /dsmp) genuinely does not give a fuck. He didn't care what happened, because he knew that people disliked him. He knew for a fact that he would be killed. This is why I believe he offed himself. He planned his stroke, or heart attack, the fandom doesn't seem to know which. He probably ingested some bad protein powder or poison or something, maybe he drank himself to death, maybe he OD'd and then drank, we don't know. But it seems unlikely that someone like him would let his body give out like that without a reason. Oh yeah, and he and Quackity were married at some point, but it was too short to really mean anything.

Ghlatt - Ghlatt, though still addicted to alcohol and various drugs, feels bad about being a bad person in his life. He thinks that it's a good thing he died, that the server benefited from his death, and that he shouldn't have become a ghost. He's right, of course, but I like to think that he's regained morality. Maybe now, in the afterlife, he can work on himself. Ghlatt isn't strong enough to take a physical form, so he borrows Ghostbur's occasionally.

Skeppy - Some sort of Diamond Ore man?? I think he's human. He and BBH have a thing. I don't think I've ever watched a Skeppy DreamSMP stream. Uhh Egg?? Egg. Badlands boys woo.

Eret - Herobrine is his cousin. Like. Yeah. That Herobrine. Anyways, they're a king, and they're more of an Awesomedude morally grey type character. Her only interest is survival, and I respect that. I haven't really paid much attention to him though. Their crown has bi flag colored gems on it :]

Jack Manifold - Jack Manifol! Jack Manifall~~ Jack Manifall.. off bridge!! Jack Manidrown :} OH SHIT- (i dont watch him)

Niki - Human. Wears Wilbur's old coat. Though she did go through a tough spot after Wilbur's death, she now runs a flower shop with Puffy. Dyes her hair often. I don't watch her either.

Quackity - Duck hybrid; wings were clipped upon his joining the server. His face scar was canonized :] Alex genuinely liked Schlatt, but realized he was being mistreated so he joined Pogtopia. He felt bad about it though. I don't have many headcanons for him to be honest.

Mexican Dream - ok am i the only one that wasn't into this arc?? i didn't even watch any of it. i saw him like once and was like "oh this is just a bit" and left wtf. was he important???

Karl Jacobs - Time Traveler man; human. Karl is slowly losing his memory due to his travel between timelines. The more he does it, the more he loses. I look forward to seeing this progress. Are he, Sapnap, and uhhh someone else actually engaged?? I like that headcanons :] I don't remember who the other person is though.

HBomb - Cat maid.

Technoblade - Piglin shifter. Techno is softer than he seems, and he genuinely enjoys the company of Ranboo and his friend Philza. Technoblade met Phil after saving him from wither skeletons in the Nether, making short visits to the Overworld until he built up an immunity. He likes the cold because it's the opposite of his terrible home dimension. Techno really did want to help Tommy, but their ideals clashed too much for it to work out. Very destructive anarchist. Though, he is pretty chill nowadays.

Antfrost - Cat shifter. So I lied, there are three. Uhh wizard!! I like that HC!! Wizard catboy go brrrr. In reality, I don't watch the Badland Boys often and I haven't seen any of the Egg plot so idk what's up with him lol. I like to think that before the Egg, he and Fundy were friends.

Philza - Wings were beat up during the explosion; he tried to protect Wilbur with them, but still ended up failing. He's the father to Wilbur and Tommy, with Techno being an old friend of his. He canonically really likes cobblestone. Phil tries his best to be the dad, but his morals are all over the place. Lately, he's unofficially adopted Ranboo, helping him with his uh. Issues.

Connor - Human in a Sonic onesie idk i dont watch him

Puffy - Sheep Hybrid. Sister to Schlatt and Jordan, mother to Dream. I really don't know tbh; she's everyone's adoptive mom. She's what Philza and Awesamdude wish they could be.

Vikkstar - Human. Has he?? Done anything?? Ever??

Lazarbeam - Isn't he a gingerbread man or something.

Ranboo - Half Enderman Half [REDACTED]. I dont have headcanons for him tbh I just accept his canon. May be related to XD?

Foolish Gamers - A literal god. He can revive people, but it takes one of his lives. Uhhh he's really good at building what.

Hannahxxrose - I don't watch her :[ I should though

Slimecicle - CHARLIE SLIMECICLE. Slime hybrid obviously. New to the server, very scared [/j] and confused. Doesn't know what's going on and that's ok because he's funny I like him

I got really tired of this towards the end oops

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leahxx129 · 4 years

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Heaven’s on Fire (Castiel x Reader)

This is my submission to the talented @lettersofwrittencollective ‘s 1K Celebration challenge. Congrats once more! :))

I had this idea in the back of my mind for quite a while now and her challenge came as a heavenly sign to write & publish it, so here we go. My prompt can be found in bold in the text. I hope you all enjoy it! :) Oh, and if you want to listen to the song mentioned in the fic, you can do that here.

Disclaimer: Tumblr is being weird again so if you’re using the app, the ‘Keep Reading’ cut off line may not be visible inspite of the fact that I always insert one.

Summary: You’ve successfully managed to get off the grid but thanks to your best friend, the one person you wish to see the least finds you and reveals a surprising truth. Will it be enough to bury the hatchet though?

Warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of sex

Word count: 2.790-ish

You are tapping your fingertips against your glass as you watch the ice cubes slowly melt and dissolve in the bourbon. Is this your second? Or third? You have no idea. And frankly, you don’t even give a damn.

This Friday night is just like any other in the past year – you find a bar, have a few drinks… sometimes you leave alone, sometimes you don’t. It depends on your mood and on how attractive the person trying to get in your pants is. Truth be told though; you haven’t been so picky lately as you’ve realized that when you close your eyes, they all look just like him.

You’ve been here for about an hour now and only two candidates have summoned the courage to approach you but sadly, none of them measure up to your lowered standards. You roll your eyes in annoyance and down what’s left of your drink. Just as you’re about to get up and leave, another bourbon is placed on the small round table in front of you. Your look of disapproval soon turns into bewilderment as your eyes travel to the face of your server.

“Feathers?” you blurt out and despite your best efforts, the pet name sounds more like a question than a statement.

A faint smile is playing in the corner of his mouth.

“It’s been a while since I heard that one.”

Castiel sits down across you and takes a sip from the booze he got for himself. Hundreds of questions are racing through your mind and you’re having a hard time deciding which one to ask first.

“Which one of those asshats sold me out?” you eventually settle on one. Around the apocalypse situation back in 2010, the angel branded your ribs with the spell that keeps people off the celestial radar, too, so he couldn’t have found you all by himself.

“Assuming you are referring to the Winchesters, it was Sam.”

“Should’ve thought so…” you say dryly. “When I texted him my location, I thought I made it clear that I’m only available in case of emergencies. “

“I sort of tricked him into believing this was an emergency.” he admits, and you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“What do you want, Cas?”

“I wanted to see you, Y/N.” your name rolls off his tongue the softest way possible. “When I was sent back to Earth from the Empty, I was perplexed not to find you in the bunker.”

“Yeah, well, I needed some space and a breath of fresh air.”

“A thousand miles away from there? From me?” he adds the last part reluctantly.

“You do not have the right to guilt-trip me, okay? If anything, I should be doing that to you…”

He draws his eyebrows together in confusion.

“I do not understand.”

Of course he doesn’t... You try to blink them away but a couple of hot teardrops stream down your face, nevertheless. He instinctively grabs your hand you’ve been resting on the table and squeezes it.

“Please look at me.”

Every fiber in your body is protesting because once you look into those ocean eyes, he wins… but you comply anyway.

“Explain?” he murmurs.

You hear the appeal leave his lips but all you can concentrate on is the way his fingers are pressing yours. It conjures the memory of the very first time you held hands...

You finished applying lipstick and checked your complete makeup in the review mirror. A sophisticated trophy wife was staring back at you, which meant that you accomplished your goal. You silently thanked the Lord Sam and Dean weren’t with you because you would never hear the end of their mockery.

“Okay, I’m done. Tell me, Feathers, how do I look?” you turned to Castiel who’d been riding shotgun before you parked your dark blue 1970 Ford Fairlane in the church’s parking lot.

“Uhm, you look lovely, Y/N, although you do not quite resemble your everyday self.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“For the sake of this mission I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“It was meant to be one.”

You shrugged then proceeded to give him a once-over.

“Well, you look dashing as always, but I suggest losing the trench coat. It doesn’t suit the occasion and we certainly don’t want to raise Father Milton’s suspicion. If he senses something is off, he’ll never lead us to his angel-hearing daughter.”

He appeared torn for a minute.

“But my angel blade is in my trench coat. If I leave it in your car and things take a turn for the worse, what will I use for protection?”

You pulled your chiffon skirt up, revealing a .45 Hardballer attached to your thigh. His eyes followed your abrupt movement but as soon as he realized where his gaze landed, he looked away. If you weren’t imagining, he even blushed a little.

“As long as we’re dealing with humans, this shall do.” you pulled the skirt back down. “Now c’mon. We need to find this Anna girl before the demons do.”

You both got out of the car and walked to the church’s entrance but before you went in, you adjusted his tie.

“Okay, Castiel, remember… we are Mr. and Mrs. Novak, expecting our first child, and we are here to see the girl who hears the angels so she could bless our baby.”

“I still believe this is a ridiculous cover story.” he commented.

“They’re religious people, they’re gonna buy it, trust me.”

With that, you took his right hand and laced your fingers with his. He almost yanked his arm away - you could tell from the little twitch you felt – but stopped himself from doing so.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

“We have to make our cover realistic and this is one way to do that. Relax a bit, would you? You’re stiffer than a stick…”

“What you’re saying is not humanly possible for my vessel, but I suppose I perceive the insinuation.”

You rolled your eyes at his awkwardness and pushed the church door wide open.

The memory makes you smile and when you look up to his face, you see him replicating your expression. He must’ve been reminiscing about the same thing.

You pull your hand from his grip and first you swallow your glass of bourbon, then his, too, not minding the puzzled look he gives you. You need all the liquid courage you can get.

“You want an explanation? Here you go!” you reply, feeling the warmth of alcohol spreading through your body. “I simply cannot be in your immediate proximity anymore, Cas, I just can’t! I have no idea when these feelings for you developed exactly, but they did. And every single time you sacrificed yourself for the greater good over the years, I died a little inside… which is crazy, because you’ve never seemed to be interested in me like that… So, when Lucifer killed you for the second time, that was the last straw. I couldn’t keep breaking my own heart for somebody who just sees me as a really close friend with occasional benefits. I had to get away in order to piece myself back together.”

He sighs your name passionately and the next second he leans over the table, gently captures your chin between his thumb and index finger and locks his lips with yours.

You’re not sure what amazes you more – the fact that he’s kissing you or the scene that starts outlining in your mind.

You remember the place that comes to life in your head. It’s the higher scale pub where you had your farewell drinks at with the Winchesters, Bobby and Cas the night before Sam let Lucifer wear him to the prom. Not counting the five of you and the bartender, the joint was empty - courtesy of the angel’s heavenly persuasion technique applied on the bouncer so he wouldn’t let anyone else in.

But something isn’t quite right…this is not your memory.

It’s Castiel’s, you realize.

Cas, Bobby and Dean were sitting around a table, the latter raising a hand to order another round of the most expensive scotch the place served. The world was ending, saving a few dollars on cheap drinks seemed utterly pointless. You and Sam were attempting to dance to an overrated pop song a few tables over, laughing whole-heartedly throughout the process. With a little liquor in his veins the man was a real talent on the dancefloor – or at least that’s what he thought.

“You do realize, Dean, that a few glasses of alcohol will not numb me to the point where I would forget what is ahead of us, right?” Cas inquired but before Dean had the opportunity to come up with a comeback, Bobby jumped in.

“They might not numb you but they’re sure as hell working for me!” he said as he took a sip from his newly arrived quality booze.

“All I’m missing is a hot babe on my laps...” Dean added “What do you guys say, shall we get ourselves some fun female company?”

“I do not know about Bobby, but it is a pass from my side.” Cas replied indifferently then averted the topic, asking what he’d been dying to know all night. “Why are Y/N and Sam dancing so close to each other? Their bodies are touching. Is there… is there something romantic between them?”

Dean and Bobby exchanged a curious glance.

“Cas… are you… jealous?” Dean chose his words carefully and asked in a tone only the three of them could hear.

“I don’t know, honestly. Emotions are a novelty to me.”

“Okay…how do you feel when you see them dancing that close?” Bobby tried approaching the topic differently and succeeded.

“I do not like it. I feel like it is wrong. I would like to be the one that close to her. But apparently, she is completely content with Sam’s proximity.”

“There’s nothing romantic between them, Cas.” Dean declared. “They used to date when they were high schoolers, but that’s it. They’re not an item anymore. So, go get your shot with her while you still can.” there was a short silence, but he continued “Man, my little brother must know something… I mean, staying friends after a breakup? I’m a ladies’ man and not even I can do that!”

“Enough of the bragging, idjit! Order another round instead, would ya? I’m still thirsty…” Bobby scoffed and downed the remainder of his drink.

The rest of the night went by fast. In the end, Bobby and Dean had to drag a very drunken Sam out of the bar as his own legs failed to support him. You returned from the restroom to find Castiel all alone.

“Hey, Feathers… were you waiting for me?” you asked with the sweetest smile he had ever seen and suddenly his heart began beating faster.

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I was. I’d like to talk to you about something.”

“Go on…”

Instead of phrasing his thoughts, he just cupped your face and kissed you. After a short while you were the one to break the interaction and he instantly felt embarrassed, so he uttered the very first thing that came to his mind.

“Thank you, Y/N, for being such a great friend. I deeply appreciate it.”

“Uhm, you’re welcome, I guess…Is there anything else you wanted to share or…?”

“No, we can leave. The others are waiting outside.”

“Okay.”

He knew he screwed up. He had his chance and he totally blew it. But the worst part was that he had no idea how to make it right.

The flashback ends as Cas leans away and your eyes flutter open.

“You… you had a crush on me?”

“Ever since I met you, Y/N.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was convinced that a fierce, beautiful woman such as yourself could never accept a frail underdog such as myself to be by her side.”

His confession startles you immensely and you need a few seconds to collect your thoughts.

“You’re an idiot, Feathers.”

“So I’ve been told.”

You both chuckle and this time it’s your turn to kiss him.

“There’s so much we need to catch up on…” you whisper against his lips, but he frowns, making you regret your words immediately.

“Uhm, we can’t just yet… first, there’s something I need to take care of.”

“What’s that?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Both.”

Funny how a four-letter word can hurt even more than any physical injury you have ever obtained during your career as a hunter.

“I see.”

“Y/N…“

“Don’t. Just leave, please.”

A flutter of wings indicates he complies with your wish. You call a taxi to take you to the motel you’re staying at as you’ve had enough to drink and don’t want to risk crashing the Fairlane. You are not in the mood for small talk, and sensing this, your driver turns up the volume on the radio. Heaven’s on Fire by KISS blasts through the speakers and it evokes the memory you associate with it.

Sometimes you just needed to take a break from hunting for the sake of your sanity and the estate in the Nebraskan countryside your grandma had willed you a couple of years prior proved to be an excellent safe haven. So consequently, when the Winchester found a very much so human Castiel, it wasn’t even a question where to hide him from the community of pissed off fallen angels.

On a particularly humid afternoon, you finished working on your car and took a quick shower to get rid of all the dirt and oil sticking to your skin. Having only a towel on, you proceeded to the kitchen with the intention of pouring yourself a glass of wine. Cas insisted on doing the grocery shopping, so you were all alone. Suddenly, Heaven’s on Fire by KISS started playing on the radio.

“God, I love this song!” you exclaimed and took a sip from your glass.

“I must say your taste in music is quite similar to Dean’s.” a voice spoke up behind you, making you jump.

You turned to see the ex-angel standing in the door with huge bags in his arms. He was back early.

“Jesus, Feathers, don’t sneak up on me like that! I almost threw my drink in your face and this shit is expensive! Every ounce of it should be treasured not wasted.” you scolded him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you it’s just… I just…” he was visibly struggling to express himself, but his gaze told you more than his words ever could as he slowly dragged it all over your body, examining every curve along the way.

“You’ve never seen a woman in a towel, have you?” you asked, not being able to suppress a smile.

“Only once in a movie about a pizza man.” he admitted shyly.

“A pizza man?” you furrowed your brows but soon enough you remembered the story about this. ”Oooh, I get it. In that case... put the groceries on the counter.”

He appeared a bit confused but did as instructed anyways. When he turned back to your direction, you undid the knot on your towel and let it pool around your legs.

“Now, I want you to show me what you learnt from that pizza man.”

“Are you okay, lady?” the driver asks, turning the volume down a bit and you realize you’ve been crying.

“Uhm, yes… I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” you reply while wiping your eyes.

You roll down the window and let the cool air dry your wet cheeks. This is the last time you allow yourself to be devoured by sorrow because of Castiel. Tomorrow you’ll retrieve the Fairlane and get gone, not leaving a trace you can be found upon.

Cas on the other hand goes back to Lebanon, Kansas, and roams the streets for hours. Eventually he stops in front of two liquor stores adjacent to each other. He wants to make up for all those years you two lost, he really does… but getting together with you would mean the world’s greatest happiness to him and that’s when the Shadow from the Empty would come and drag him back to the land of eternal slumber. He needs to find a way to defeat the Shadow first and then he’ll look for you. But until then there is one choice to make – which one of these liquor stores should he drink to numb the ache in his chest? Maybe both.

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mayday1284 · 5 years

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That’s All I Need... Maya 10k WTF Writing Challenge

Hey, here ya go! I wrote a Steve x Reader insert of about 1,850 words.

Warnings- not really any, a nightmare but it isn’t described, and wayyy to much cooking!

tagging @prettyyoungtragedy cos she created the prompt and the challenge

Prompt- 5. It’s the middle of winter and you’re stuck in a log cabin with someone you hate, trouble ensues.

Enjoy!

Steve Rogers. A name that makes my skin crawl. America’s Golden Boy gets on my nerves, and if it weren’t for the fact that I need to be a functioning part of this team, I would be so far away from him.

So, you can imagine my delight when I was told we were going on a mission together, in the woods, in the middle of winter, with no one else. Tony Stark I will cut your-

The gentle sunlight moves behind the pine trees dancing in the wind. I’ve spent most of this long, painful, and awkward car ride staring out of the window. Steve’s hands tightly grip the steering wheel painting his knuckles with white.

“That can’t be comfortable, can it?” I shouldn’t have broken the silence; poor Steve looks like he’s gonna have a stroke. Can he even have a stroke?

“Well, don’t ask me, I barely noticed.” He chuckles between the words making the conversation seem less like we’re stuck in a pit with no way to get out. Bad analogy? Maybe, I’m too tired to really think anymore.

Stretching I speak, “How long till we get there? I’m ready to pass out.” Steve glances at the GPS, pondering the roads and the time.

“Shouldn’t be too long.” He glances at the sky before turning onto a dirt road.

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The door creaks open and dust flies all around, swirling as it falls back to the wooden panels. I flick on the light switch as I cross my fingers that it doesn’t burn down. The hallway illuminates and I peer down to the kitchen. Success.

Steve marches past me, his shoulder blade clipping mine. Jeez how rude is this guy?

The kitchen is mostly empty, dishes and silverware neatly stacked in fives, the pantry filled with canned food and nonperishables, plus some things like flour and sugar. Hopefully I can cook with these things.

There’s two small bedrooms and a living area with a fireplace and a metal door with small windows looking to the outside world. Grey sheets and woolen blankets on each bed and one - count it, one - bathroom. Awesome, this should be fun.

We set out to bringing the bags in, all duffel bags, it’s the easiest way to pack and move. Steve sets his in the bedroom on the right, so I guess I’ll take what’s left. Get it, get… never mind.

Barely three words are spoken that night.

“I’m off, night.” Steve doesn’t waste time lingering in the doorway, walking off to presumably shower and get to bed, something I’ll be doing soon. But for now, tea.

I dust myself off as I stand moving to start my kettle. I’m smart, and bringing an electric kettle is a must for someone like me. Grabbing a mug, I plunk the teabag into it and wait for the water to boil. The sky changes into colors of lavender and baby blue as the sun lowers even further. I miss the woods when I’m in New York. I mean for Steve, it’s all he’s ever known - city, city, freezing ice, and more city.

Why am I thinking about Steve? This is me time, where the only trace that he’s here is the sound of running water. He better not take all the hot water, that jerk.

I quickly finish my tea and wait for a few minutes to make sure I have hot water. Maybe that’s not how it works, but it eases my mind quite a bit. The shower goes my fast, and before I know it, I’m cuddled under fleece and wool, half asleep. And yet my mind moves back to my housemate. Why does he bother me so much? I barely speak to him. Well one thing’s for sure. This is gonna be a long week.

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The sound of birds wakes me up, funnily enough, Steve isn’t standing over my bed saying, ‘wake up its 4 AM’. Ok, maybe that is an exaggeration, but 5 AM is still too early, even in my book. Unlike the rest of the Avengers, I never received military training. I was a special person with some amazing powers to heal. At least, that’s how Fury put it.

I meander into the kitchen, throwing my hair into a ponytail. Time to make German pancakes.

------ Steve’s POV-----

I awake to the smell of sugar and flour being cooked. Y/N. Well someone’s up early. Pulling myself up I grunt, letting my shoulders catch up to me. The scent drags me into the kitchen as I’m taken aback by the sight of Y/N humming and dancing about the small kitchen, her hair a mess and clothes wrinkled. This wouldn’t be easy.

Since the day I met her, I’ve been crushing on Y/N L/N. And I have no way to explain it. After Peggy, I never thought I would love again, but she ran in and crushed my world. Problem is, I’m too awkward to do anything about it.

She glances up, noticing me for the first time, obviously shocked.

“How long have you been there, creep?” She giggles as the words leave her mouth.

“Not too long, long enough to see you scorching your… what are those?” I smirk, glancing down at the pan.

She glares, flipping the flat disk of flour, then turning back to me.

“For your information, they are called German Pancakes. My grandma used to make them all to time.” Y/N plates one and dusts powdered sugar on it.

Her arms balance two plates on them as she walks over to the small oak table in the corner. “Bon Appetit!” A smile moves across her face as she gestures to the table.

Smirking I sit down. “Finger food?” Confusion flashes before she remembers.

She grabs a fork and sets it down in front of me, clearly anxious to see what I think. I pick up the fork and cut a small bite before eating it. Her gaze remains on me the whole time, awaiting my response.

“Alright, I will admit that you make an amazing breakfast.” She pumps her fist in the air.

“Yes! I will take it.” Her gaze falls, and she sit next to me. “So, why do you never talk to me? Do you not like me?” If only you knew.

“No. I mean, yes. No, I- I mean, I don’t dislike you. Why do you avoid me?” I place the fork down next to the plate.

“Well, you make me mad. I never did anything wrong, yet you avoid me like the plague.” A sigh escapes her lips and she looks at the pancake.

‘’Alright then, let’s change that.”

“Ok, Capsicle- “

“Have you been talking to Sam?”

“Don’t interrupt me. I was about to say I’m willing to try.”

“That’s all I need, doll.”

----Y/N’s POV----

The sun sits low again as I wait for Steve to finish cooking, I’ve been banned from the kitchen till he’s done, something about it being a surprise.

The smell of potatoes, canned beef, and corn wafted throughout the small bungalow. Call my interest piqued.

“Dinner is served.” Steve enters holding two plates, a massive grin on his face.

“Finally, I thought I would starve,” I remarked.

I look down at one of the plates and instantly recognize it as Shepard’s Pie, something my daddy used to make when I was younger. Steve clearly could tell because he was rubbing his hands together in excitement.

“But, how do you know how to make this?”

“My mother made it for me because the ingredients were cheap, and we weren’t exactly millionaires.” An almost bitter expression coated his face quickly.

“Well…” I place my hand on his. “Thank you. And I’m gonna say we eat this masterpiece before it gets cold.” He smiles before going to get salt and forks.

“Oh Steve Rogers, what am I going to do about you?” I mutter under my breath. I would be lying if I said the man wasn’t attractive, but now that I was able to learn about his personality and past in a new light, I was trouble.

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The dinner was divine, and I showered him with praise for it, all of which he deflected to his mum for teaching him to cook. We both cleaned the kitchen, belting Broadway songs the whole time. The night quickly settled down as both of us parted into our separate rooms for sleep.

However, mine was quickly interrupted as I heard voices in the night, they sound pained and troubled. Knowing there was only one other person in the house, I crawled out of bed and crossed the hall.

“Steve?” My voice came out in a harsh whisper but received no response.

The door creaked open and I looked to see Steve tossing and turning, mumbling unintelligible words. I settled next to the bed and hesitantly reach to his arm, rubbing up and down it.

His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, lifting me then flipping me on the bed, sitting over me.

“I mean, I know I’m attractive, but I never pegged you for that type.” I smile and ignore the pounding in my chest as I suddenly realized I was pinned underneath the 220 pound super solider who could snap me like a toothpick if he so pleased.

“Y/N,” My name was whispered in the dark and I realized he was crying. So much for the toothpick snapping.

My right hand slipped under and out of his grasp, reaching to hold his cheek. I tenderly smiled at him and watched the hero break his walls and fall down, quite literally. I slip him off me before holding his head in my lap, stroking his blond locks.

Words aren’t spoken for at least 30 minutes. He finally looks up at me and gives a weak smile.

“You don’t have to hurt on your own Steve, I’m here, so is the rest of the team.”

“Heh, guess I’m too used to being lonely.”

I give a play smack. “Well stop it.”

His eyes almost change, as does his demeanor.

“May I…” He licks his lips, searching for words. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes, Steve, I would like that very much.”

He sits and wraps his arms around my shoulders before connecting his lips to mine. His lips are chapped, but still soft. It’s gentle, as if testing the waters before you dive in. Arms locked together before his hands move to the small of my back. I gotta say, not bad for the time gap since his last kiss.

Soon we must pull away and his blue eyes stare deeply into mine. The room is silent, and he lets out a sigh, placing his forehead on mine.

“Guess I have to stop hating you now, huh?”

“I thought you already did, doll,”

“Hmm, well I’m warming up to you.”

A laugh escapes his lips, one not held back, to its fullest extent. I miss hearing that float through the tower. It seems more intimate in this small bedroom in a cabin in the middle of nowhere city.

Guess I must thank Stark for sticking us here. That bastard.

#Mayawtf #MayaWTFChallenge #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #marvel #marvel x reader #angst #x reader #x you

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mattzerella-sticks · 6 years

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Turning Tricks (Dean/Cas Coda to 13x20 “Unfinished Business”) (Ao3)

Gabriel said it would be awhile before his grace was back at full power - he didn't realize how boring it would be waiting in the stuffy old man hideout the Winchesters call home. With nothing to do, he decides to focus on a few people he knows would make for good entertainment. That is, if he can get them to really talk to each other.Coda to 13x20 "Unfinished Business"

Gabriel shuffles down the corridor, hunched over and near tears. He breaks into the library, where Rowena and Sam sit across from each other. The younger Winchester looks up, startled at how weak the smaller man looks. Pale, sweaty, and struggling to stay on his feet. His eyes roll back, and he sways ever closer to the floor. Sam jumps to action, startling the redheaded witch from her deep concentration.

“Gabriel!” He says, lunging towards the archangel, catching him, “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Sam… I don’t think I’m gonna make it,” Gabe mutters, clinging to him. Sam drags him towards his seat, placing him on it. He crouches, keeping eye-level with him.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” Sam says, “C’mon… is it your grace? Something from Asmodeus… Loki…? Please, tell me.”

“I’m… I’m…”

“You’re…”

“I’m bored!”

Sam blinks. Gabriel smirks for a good two seconds before the younger Winchester rocks him backwards. He teeters until he finally succumbs to gravity’s force. Sam stands over him, glaring.

“What?” Gabriel whines, “This is serious, Sam!”

“Not that serious, Gabe!” Sam yells, “If you were bored you could have told us without all these… theatrics. Not cool.”

Gabriel pulls himself back up, rubbing his head. “Geez, I’m sorry you don’t have a sense of humor.”

“You should know better, dearie,” Rowena starts, “I mean, these are the Winchesters we’re talkin’ about. They wouldn’t know a good joke if it slapped them in the face.” She looks up, wincing, “A wee bit serious for my tastes.”

“I knew I liked you,” Gabriel smiles. He turns to Sam, “So… what are you going to do?”

“Me?” Sam splutters, “Nothing. Maybe if you had asked nicer I would have given you my…” he pauses, thinking his words over, “Dean’s laptop to look up… whatever. But now you’re on your own.”

“Aw come on!”

“No, you sit there and think about what you’ve done,” Sam says, gathering his books up, “If you apologize, maybe I’ll help. Remember what you said: tricks are for kids. So stop acting like one.” He exits, stomping all the way back towards his room. Gabriel rolls his eyes, righting the chair and sitting.

He jiggles his leg. He slaps his hands on the table and starts beating out a rhythm. He makes all sorts of faces and sounds – each one more annoying, until finally Rowena was forced to look up.

“I’m not playing with you either, dearie,” Rowena says, “I’m nobody’s mother anymore… and certainly not looking to start with you.”

“Don’t you have anything for me to do?” he asks, leaning forward until his chin rests on the table, “Anything I can help with?”

“You’re on bed rest until you’re back to full power, birdie,” she smirks, reaching for her nearby cup of tea, “Be lucky. What I wouldn’t kill to just lounge and let myself be pampered by these fine boys.”

“Pampering, pfft,” Gabriel mutters, “More like babying. And they wonder why I’m acting like this…” He sits back up, huffing, arms crossed across his chest. “I don’t like this – the not… not doing anything. Even when I was running from my responsibilities, I still knew how to keep… active.” His eyebrow wiggle sends Rowena’s eyes rolling.

“Well unfortunately for you, you won’t be getting that here,” she tells him, “I have standards, and as for the brothers… well, for Sam you have a wee more down there than what he’s used to, and I do mean wee.”

Gabriel smirks, “If you saw what kind of blade I was packing, you wouldn’t think I was so wee –“

“And to Dean, you’re missing a few key features as well,” she starts listing, “Like blue eyes… stubble… a voice like sin and an adorable trench coat.”

He huffs, “They still haven’t gotten over their little dance, have they? It’s like – how many times do you have to die and come back before anything happens between the two of ‘em?”

“I know what you mean,” Rowena says, “I figured that since the last time I cheated death at least something could have happened, but alas… these boys aren’t as developed or cultured as say…”

Gabriel gestures between them, “An archangel and a witch.”

“Exactly.”

Gabriel looks to the side, pieces of a puzzle starting to click together in his mind. He chews at his lip, starting up another drum solo on the wood. He gets past the first few notes before Rowena slams the demon tablet onto the table.

“Are you really going to start that up again?”

He raises his brow, “That depends…” he leans forward, “What are you willing to give me to get me out of your hair?”

“I’m in no mood to make deals, birdie,” she says, “I’m not my son… I can handle whatever you got.”

“Oh really,” Gabriel grins wolfishly, “Because let me tell you… when you’re on the run for centuries, all you have time to do is be annoying.” It’s another beat before Rowena sighs, backing down from the challenge.

“Alright,” she says, “What do you want?”

“Thank you, and trust me when I say you’ll benefit from this, too,” he starts, leaning forward once more, “Now… I want your help with a spell…”

Gabriel waited behind the archway, watching as his entertainment set itself in motion. Cas squinted at the slip of paper in his hand as he made his way into the main area. Dean was already waiting: crumbling and flattening out the note every few seconds. He clears his throat, getting the other angel’s attention away from the message.

“Dean,” he starts, “What would you like to discuss?”

The older Winchester raises a brow, “Come again?”

“Your note,” Castiel waves the paper, “Did you not have something you wanted to tell me?”

“I thought you wanted to tell me somethin’,” Dean says, waving his own slip, “That’s what it says on my note.”

Castiel tilts his head (‘Some things never change’), “So if you didn’t… and I clearly…”

“Someone tricked us,” Dean finishes for him, standing, “And I have a good idea who.”

‘Now or never,’ Gabriel thinks, squeezing the hex bag in hand. He pops out from his hiding spot and tosses it, where it lands between the two men. “Impetu Veritas!” he shouts, a cloud of smoke encompassing the others from the bag. It clears up, Dean and Cas coughing away the excess still stuck in their lungs.

The purple in their eyes fade back into their regular color not too soon after. Gabriel gets a close look at Dean’s vibrant green ones as he shoves him against the wall.

“What did you do?” he asks, Cas just as angry, right behind his shoulder.

“Just having fun,” Gabriel smirks, “Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?” Dean splutters, face reddening, “I’m more than that! I’m scared because I don’t know what you just did – and you didn’t just get me involved in your stupid prank, but Cas! I’m also curious why you’re targeting the two of us to begin with.” He stops, eyes widening. Cas is looking at him, softly, in a concerned way. The older Winchester drops Gabriel, stepping back. “I didn’t… why did I…?”

“Gabriel,” Cas tags himself into the fray, hand on Dean’s bicep, “What did you do to us?”

He shrugs, “Helping, I think? I’m bored… so I thought I might stir some things to the surface the only way I know how!” Gabriel cuts between them, taking Dean’s seat. He props his feet on the table and leans back, waiting for the others to say something. One eye opens up, “What? Archangel got your tongue?”

“We’re unsure how to respond,” Cas says, “On one hand, I want to verbally eviscerate you, but on the other am afraid I might say something I wish I didn’t.”

“But isn’t that the problem,” Gabriel says, “Not saying what we should?” He points to Dean, “I mean this one, so emotionally stunted getting him to admit something would be like pulling teeth,” he shifts, “And you! Mister Made of Steel! Would it kill you to cut the martyr act and be the least bit vulnerable?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean grits out, stomping towards him, “I can talk about feelings.” Gabriel can tell the spell is affecting him, forcing the next words out, “I just don’t like talking about them because if I do, then I’m powerless. People know how much I care; they use it against me or try to stop me from doing stupid things. It gets in the way – dammit!”

“But feelings have power, Dean-o,” Gabriel mocks, “Didn’t you watch any cartoons growing up? The power of love and friendship will always overcome any obstacle.”

“Life isn’t like a cartoon, Gabriel,” Cas interjects, “We should know – we were animated for a brief amount of time,” he adds, “We met Scooby-Doo.”

“That’s besides the point Cas,” Dean turns to him, “Why aren’t you as angry?”

“I’m sorry if you think my reactions aren’t to your standards,” Cas forces out, “But I am trying to not let this have too much power over me.”

“Do you think I’m weak, huh?” Dean asks, pouting, “Is that what that means? That I’m useless because I’m letting a little spell give me verbal diarrhea – ugh! Why won’t I shut up?”

“I think you’re the strongest person I know, Dean,” Cas says smoothly, obviously of his own volition, “I would never believe you to be anything but. It’s like I said before… there are things I would not want to admit… and am thinking very carefully of everything I say.”

“Well you’re looking at the King of Impulse Decisions, Cas,” Dean grumbles, “Not everyone can be as cool and collected as you.”

Gabriel chimes in, “Or as hot.”

“Are you kidding,” Dean scoffs, “No one’s as hot as Cas – that’s a fact.” He clamps a hand over his mouth, cheeks darkening at the admission. Cas tilts his head at the hunter. Gabe watches them, grinning.

“But he’s not just hot is he, Dean?” he prods, changing positions so as to lean forward, “That’s just superficial.”

“Of course I think more of him than that,” Dean starts, unable to stop himself, “Cas is my best friend. He’s the person I see by my side for the rest of my life besides Sammy. He’s funny, sweet, kind, smart… there are too many things I can say but I really don’t want to because I never wanted these words to be spoken aloud.”

Gabriel shows no mercy, “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want to scare him off,” Dean admits lowly, not meeting anyone’s eyes, “If I said something… he might not look at me the same… and I’d rather have him here as a friend than risk losing him again.”

Dean doesn’t say anything more, and Gabriel finds no reason to make him spill any more beans than he already has. To him, everything is falling into place. And by the look on Cas’s face, the light shining in his eyes different from any type of grace Gabriel has seen, tells him all he needs.

“Cas,” he says, breaking the spell of silence around the room, “Do you wanna kiss him?”

“Every day,” Cas admits, shocking the hunter. Their eyes lock, and Gabriel enjoys the sparks flying between them. “When he stumbles into the kitchen in the morning looking for coffee, every time he complains about having to research,” he takes a step closer, “Before he goes to bed, to wish him the best of dreams. To soothe him, to comfort him, to take care of him – all the time I wish to kiss him… to kiss you and make you feel better. To do more.” Cas stops, inches away from Dean. His hands cradle the other man’s face, “Even now, there is nothing I want to do more than kiss you, Dean.”

Dean swallows, “Then… what’s stopping you.”

Cas gives him his most honest answer, “I don’t know,” he smiles, “I don’t think I ever did.”

Nothing stops him now. Gabriel watches his brother plant a tender kiss to the hunter’s lips. Then, he keeps looking as the hunter transitions into something a bit sloppier. As hands travel and trail their way down clothing and slip under them.

Gabriel stands, grinning proudly. He knocks on the wood, “My work here is done, no thanks needed. I’ll just be on my –“

Dean sticks a finger out, pulling away from Cas’s lips for a brief second. Cas doesn’t stop, trailing kisses down Dean’s neck, “This… isn’t over. When we’re done here… and when the – yeah, right there, Cas, keep sucking – the spell wears off, we’re comin’ for ya – aaaah!” He refocuses on his angel, allowing Gabriel to slip out of the room and back into the corridors.

“Like they’ll be angry after they do it,” he chuckles to himself, “If Dean can even walk after…”

Distracted, he doesn’t see Sam until he barrels into him.

“Gabriel,” Sam sighs, “You should really watch where you’re going.”

“Sorry I didn’t see your tree-like body, Gigantor,” Gabriel says, picking himself back up, dusting off his backside.

“Anyway,” Sam says, “Have you seen Dean? I needed to show him something.”

Gabe smirks, “Yeah, just left him in the main room with Cas. I’m sure they’d both be happy to see what you have.”

“…Okay?” Sam frowns, wary at the archangel’s wide smile. Deciding it’s better to keep his mouth shut, he sidesteps the other man and continues towards where the other two are.

Gabriel waits, hand cupped to his ear. It’s not long before he hears what he wants.

“Dean! Cas! What the – we use that!”

#Supernatural #Spn #Spn13 #Supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #Spn fanfic #Gabriel #Sam Winchester #Rowena #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Coda #13x20 #Unfinished Business

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justsomebucky · 7 years

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Say That Again

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, that’s basically it

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely wonderful talented @bladebarnes’ 2k Celebration Challenge. My prompt was 35. quote: “Say that again.” I saw Baby Driver recently and couldn’t get the diner thing out of my head.

‘Say that again.’

That’s the phrase that sounds in your head nearly every time your emotions are heightened. All the experts you’ve consulted agree: that’s the voice of your soulmate (the one you have yet to meet) reassuring you somehow that they still exist.

Every person hears a word or phrase in someone else’s tone of voice in their lives.

It’s nothing as dramatic as the movies, where the phrase is the first or last thing they’ll say to you (though there have been reports, on occasion, where one-half of the soulmate duo loses it and passes out when they finally meet).

No, it’s just a phrase that you’ll hear from them in a shared moment between you when the time is right, so that you can identify that it’s really them.

A person could already know their soulmate, but until they say the words you’ve become so familiar with, they’re just another person to you.

Your aunt realized her soulmate was her freaking gynecologist after three years of a doctor-patient relationship. It wasn’t until her keyword came up in conversation that she realized, mid-exam, who he was (awkwaaaard).

Anyway, you didn’t want it to be that uncomfortable for you.

It seemed only fitting that your soulmate’s little catchphrase was a demand rather than words of comfort. You were only a sucker for validation, no big deal.

Say what again, anyways?

It left no clue as to what your soulmate was hearing on repeat from you. Was it romantic? Did you tell him off during a fight? Was it something stupid like, ‘pass the salt?’

You remember the first time you started hearing his voice in your head. It began as a gentle whisper, and every time you’d find yourself in trouble or a crying mess on the floor, the little mantra would make itself known in your brain.

‘Say that again.’

“I’m sorry, am I paying you to sit and daydream?”

You blinked up at your boss, Pepper Potts, who also happened to own this diner. Pepper’s Place was purchased for her as a gift from her very wealthy boyfriend, Mr. Tony Stark. She had grown tired of being his assistant and longed for a much simpler way to show off her business skills, so this cute little place right near the highway was converted to a classic diner.

Most of its patrons were just traveling through to someplace more exciting, including truckers who stopped to refuel themselves with pancakes and greasy eggs.

You were the newest hire, a university student in need of some extra funds for all the stupid new overpriced books you had to buy.

Being a waitress wasn’t so bad, once you got used to being called sweetheart in every which way except the way you wanted (not that you’d want any of these people to say it that way). Customers kept their hands to themselves; Pepper would have it no other way.

Plus, you got free waffles all the time, and something great was always playing from the jukebox.

“Sorry, Pepper,” you muttered, straightening up off the counter and offering her a weak smile. “Won’t happen again.”

Pepper eyed you for a second. “Good. Now could you please go pick up table six? Natasha had to sneak out for a doctor’s appointment and Jon’s…being Jon.”

“I can do that.” You grabbed your iPad (no way was a restaurant associated with the Stark name going to use regular paper and pencil for orders), and wandered over to good old table six.

There were four guys currently sitting together, looking a little bit more than uncomfortable. The first person to smile at you was a blonde man with bright blue eyes and perfect teeth.

“Ma’am,” he greeted with a nod.

You offered a smile of your own. “Hi there, welcome to Pepper’s Place. Can I get you started with some drinks?”

“I’ll just have water,” he replied, glancing to the man next to him. “Sam?”

His buddy Sam scratched his head for a second. “Coffee, please.”

You nodded, tapping your finger on the iPad. “Are you guys gonna want separate checks?”

Mr. Perfect Teeth was about to speak up, when the other blonde guy stopped him.

“No, Steve,” he cut in. “This is on me. You picked up the check last time.”

“Thanks, Clint.”

Somehow you were learning all their names. At least this would make it easier than thinking to yourself that Mr. Perfect Teeth wanted water.

Clint nodded at you. “I’ll have an iced tea.”

“One iced tea. And for you, sir?” You glanced up from the tablet to the fourth guy sitting in the corner. He was wearing a hat and jacket even though it was fairly warm inside the diner that day.

You’ve seen stranger things, so you just shrugged it off and waited patiently.

“Water,” he finally croaked out.

“You’ll have to excuse Bucky, he’s not good in social settings,” Sam explained, chuckling to himself.

“Ooookay. So that’s two waters, a coffee, and an iced tea. I’ll be back with your drinks in a couple minutes and you can let me know if you need more time to decide.”

“Thank you-” Steve’s eyes slipped down to your name tag. “- Y/N.”

He was both polite and good-looking. Thank goodness for customers like him. You gave him another smile before turning to get their drinks.

“So what’s the deal over there?”

You looked over to the waiter on hand, Jon. “What’s what deal?”

“Those absolutely gorgeous specimen sitting in your section today? How come you get to have all the fun?”

You lifted the water pitcher toward him. “Thirsty much?”

“God, yes. Look at the tall, blonde, and built one. He was flashing you a pretty sweet smile.”

“He was being polite,” you argued, reaching for the coffee pot. “This isn’t decaf, right? The handle is so worn I can’t tell.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, I never bothered to brew the decaf,” Jon replied, pressing his hands on the counter. “I was too busy drooling.”

“Jon,” you hissed, putting one hand on your hip. “You know that’s dangerous, right? Some people can’t have the caffeine.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll brew it right now, but you have to step up your flirting game.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll get right on that.”

Before he could utter another word, you grabbed the tray and went back to the table, handing out the drinks. It looked like they were just finishing up a tense conversation.

“Are you guys ready to order, or do you need more time?” Your iPad was at the ready just in case.

“Umm…what are the specials?” Clint asked, flipping the menu over. “I couldn’t find them.”

“Today’s specials are wedding soup, a roast beef sandwich with fries and gravy, or a fresh chicken mango salad.”

“I’ll have the roast beef,” he decided, handing you the menu.

Sam and Steve both ordered that as well.

Your eyes flickered to the fourth guy expectantly.

“Bucky, did you decide?” Steve asked gently.

You wondered for a second why these guys were being so soft-spoken to this Bucky.

When he failed to do anything more than stare at the menu, Clint sighed. “He’ll have the roast beef, too.”

Well that was all fine, but you weren’t going to make a move until Bucky confirmed. He did two seconds later, giving a short nod as he handed the menu over without looking at you.

Weird.

“Sure thing.” You confirmed their order and submitted it to the kitchen before leaving the table again.

Jon was thankfully busy at his own tables when you got back behind the counter, so you set the iPad down and turned to Wanda, head of the bakery section.

“Wan, have you ever seen those guys in here before?”

She glanced over her shoulder to table six before nodding. “I’ve seen them all around here before.”

“What’s their deal?”

“They’re just uni students like us. I think the two on the aisle are there on athletic scholarships. The one in the tight army t-shirt is in my public speaking class, and he’s really good with words, such a charmer. As for that other guy, I’m pretty sure he’s trying to be a doctor or something.”

“He’s wearing a coat indoors. It’s freakin’ hot in here.”

Wanda looked back at you. “He’s just probably self-conscious about his arm.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What about his arm?”

“He’s got a prosthetic arm. No clue what happened, but everyone says he did something heroic.”

“Hmmm…” You glanced back at the table, catching Bucky’s blue eyes staring at you. Your cheeks heated almost immediately, so you turned away and toward the kitchen just in time to see that their food was ready.

The lunch rush was only just starting and Natasha still wasn’t back yet, so you had to take on a couple more tables and leave the four guys to their sandwiches.

The busier things got, the more your anxiety seemed to increase. Twice, you nearly took out someone with your giant tray. You hated to admit it, but that second time you’d been distracted by the fact that Bucky wasn’t at the table anymore.

He probably just went to the restroom, you reasoned as you went to shove your iPad back into your apron pocket.

The last table only wanted milkshakes, which was easy enough for you to handle. It was actually a nice change of pace, considering the table before that wanted every appetizer on the menu.

You distractedly spun around, letting out a sharp gasp when you bumped into a hard body. Your iPad slipped from your fingers and landed with a thud on the floor.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, crouching down at the exact same moment the person you ran into crouched. The two of you bumped into each other again, and this time you lost your balance and fell over onto them.

You glanced up, ready to apologize profusely when you realized that you’d just landed on top of Bucky. His hat was off and you could see him clearly now.

His blue eyes were staring down at you in total shock.

“I’m so sorry, it’s my fault.” You scrambled to get off of him, feeling your face heat up for the second time since your shift started.

You found yourself locked into place when he gently held your elbow. Confused, you looked back at him. Why the hell would he stop you from getting up? You were totally humiliated as it was. Maybe you weren’t cut out for waitressing after all.

“Say that again.”

Great, and now you were hearing your stupid soulmate’s voice amidst your anxiety attack. Perfect timing like always with a completely useless and not-at-all reassuring phrase. You huffed and moved to pull your arm away from him.

“Say that again.”

A little shock ran through you when you realized Bucky’s mouth was moving at the same time you heard your little catchphrase. Your mouth opened and closed a couple times as you tried to digest what you just saw.

“I said ‘I’m so sorry, it’s my fault,’” you repeated, unable to tear your eyes away.

Bucky shook his head in what could only be described as utter disbelief. “That’s…that’s impossible. I’ve imagined the scenario a thousand different ways and a phrase like that- it never led me to think that I’d- that we’d meet like this?”

“What do you mean?” You had an inkling, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Say that again,” he repeated. “That’s what you’ve been hearing, right?”

This time you actually managed to get up off of him and stand upright, though your eyes never left his.

“What are you saying?”

Bucky stood too and reached for your hand as he pulled you toward the door. The little bell rang and you caught Pepper’s eye, but you merely shook your head helplessly at her and followed Bucky outside.

“My whole life, I’ve been hearing ‘I’m so sorry, it’s my fault,’ over and over in a voice that sounded an awful lot like yours,” he explained, running his hand through his hair. You caught a glimpse of his high-tech metal prosthetic, which he noticed.

Bucky pulled his sleeve up. “Do you know how this happened? Anyone back there tell you?”

You shook your head, gazing at the impeccable design.

“I pushed a woman out of the way of a bus on campus. She didn’t realize she had to look both ways and check the bus lane, walked right out in front of it. I pushed her out of the way and took the hit myself. They tried to fix it but my arm was crushed.”

To say you were completely in awe of this man was an understatement. “You’re a hero.”

He shook his head. “That’s not why I’m…I told you that because the woman there nearly said the same phrase but it wasn’t exactly right…I’ve spent the last two years thinking that fate was playing a cruel joke on me, that you weren’t actually real, or that I already missed out on knowing you.”

You couldn’t imagine feeling that way. “Until I apologized?”

For the first time since he walked into the diner, Bucky smiled. “Until you apologized for something that clearly wasn’t your fault. Then the phrase took on a new meaning.”

“And you said the phrase I’ve heard all my life.”

“I guess I did.”

You really hit the damn jackpot on this one. Bucky was a hero, a real life hero! He was beautiful and kind and smart, and you probably didn’t deserve him. “So what do you go to school for, Bucky?”

“I’m in the biomedical engineering program. I started out in a different major, but since my accident…I want to help people like me with prosthetic limbs.”

“That’s amazing,” you breathed out. “You turned something scary into something amazing.”

He looked at you evenly. “So you aren’t…I mean, my arm-“

“Clearly we need to get to know each other better, pal,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt any worse than that.”

“People stare a lot…I just wanted to make sure you weren’t...”

“You’re my soulmate,” you interrupted, your voice sounding every bit as thankful as you felt. “Every single piece of you.”

“And you’re my soulmate.” Bucky’s smile widened, his eyes sparkling. “I never imagined someone so beautiful would be meant for someone like me.”

“I’m just a waitress.”

“And I’m just a guy who wasn’t even going to go out for lunch today.”

You took a step closer, sliding your hand gently up his metal arm. “So who should I thank?”

“Steve,” he supplied, letting his other arm encircle your waist. “He told me I needed to get out of the apartment.”

“Yeah, Steve’s going to get a free slice of apple pie.” You gave him a warm smile. “It’s the least I could do.”

“That’s fine by me, sweetheart. Give them all desserts. Meanwhile, I get the girl, and I couldn’t be happier.”

Bucky leaned over until you felt his breath on your lips, but he hesitated, waiting for your permission.

“Say that again,” you joked, leaning over to close the distance with a kiss.

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whydoyouwantmyname · 6 years

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“Come on Dean.”

“Babe I already said I can’t, Sammy and I...”

“Are on high alert tomorrow because it is Halloween and anything can happen.” You sighed as you talk over the phone to your stubborn boyfriend.

“Yeah. There is always next year though, maybe I can get...”

“Dean. This is her first Halloween where she is able to trick or treat. She will only be three once and she wants her daddy to go with her as...”

“Babe, even if I could go I am not dressing up.”

“Fine, you disappoint your little girl. Maybe she will grow up to be just like you if you keep acting like this.” You shouted before hanging up the phone, your words stung as he watched you leave.

He had been busy lately... yeah he didn’t miss the birth of your daughter, but he had accidentally missed so much. Her first steps, her first word, her first birthday party, her second birthday party, her third birthday party. He missed the first time you ate a vegetable and threw it across the room, he missed you tucking her in some nights, and he missed you dressing her up for Halloween, just to take her to the store, or your parents, or just out to show that you and Dean made a beautiful little girl.

He sighed deeply as he picked up the burner again and dialed a familiar number.

——————

“Mommy!” A little voice called as you turned from the table, which was laid out with bags and a coat, and a crown.

“Yes your majesty.” You answered as she ran in wearing a princess gown, her parakeet green eyes shining up at you as she smiled wide.

“Mommy you are the queen, you call me princess.” She instructed as you laughed, lifting her up into your arms as she continued, “Will daddy be joining us?”

“Sadly princess it is just the royal girls tonight.” Her smile dropped as she whispered, “Is he working still?”

“Yeah baby. He said he was...” your words were drown out by a loud knocking on the door. You placed her to the ground as she sprinted towards the door, you close behind as she reaches the heavy door, which she couldn’t have opened by herself. You took her and pushed her slightly back, your mind racing because your gun was under the tight, full length skirt you had purchased to be the perfect queen, and no one would come this far to treat.

“Whose there?” You called

“Just a king coming to get some candy from his two favorite girls.” The voice was one you could define anywhere. You threw open the door to find Dean, standing in the mid October evening dressed in royal blue, a crown sat lopsided on his driftwood colored hair, a smile ear to ear as you smiled back.

“You came.” You whispered, however it was lost behind the excited scream of a three year old princess who was running at the man outside the door, “DADDY!”

“Hey baby.” He smiled, scooping her up in his arms and pecked a kiss on her cheek as she smiled.

“You got off of work?”

“Yeah baby. Daddy called his friend Miss Jody and asked if she could help Uncle Sam handle the business sale, that way I could go out with my princess, and my queen.”

“Yay! Daddy, we are gonna have so much fun.” She smiled as Dean started to turn and carry the little girl towards the impala, leaving you behind to shut the door.

———-

You drove home in the dark, classic rock escaped through the speakers as you and Dean sat in comfortable silence. Your daughter sleeping soundly strapped into her car seat. You slowly turned your head and looked over to Dean, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For coming home, and making our little girl’s first trick or treat so special.”

“Hey it is like you said she is only three once, and she will only have her first trick or treat once.” You noticed a tear forming in his eyes as he drove, you placed a hand on his thigh and asked, “Babe what’s wrong?”

“Listen I know I have missed some important dates, and I can’t apologize enough for it. I didn’t realize until you brought it up that I have been acting a lot like my dad. I promised you when you told me we were having our beautiful little girl that I never wanted to be like my father, I don’t want her having the same childhood me and Sammy did. Yet I couldn’t see that that is exactly what I was doing.”

“Dean.” Your whisper filled his ear as you gave his thigh a slight squeeze, “you are a far better father then you give yourself credit for. Yeah your daughter may not always have the ideal life but she doesn’t have ideal parents. She has two hunters trying to raise a little girl out of the life. You are doing the best you can to be the perfect father and to still be the hero in the shadows. Don’t for a second thing that you are a bad father because you have missed a few things, cause even though you have that little girl thinks the world of you. Plus we both know there are worse fathers out there.”

“I know baby.” He whispered wiping his tears aside as you leaned over and pecked his cheek. Soon the car returned to it’s silent state, but in this state now Dean was no longer criticizing himself, he was just smiling at the fact that his girl and his little girl were in his life.

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lean-mean-sam-and-dean · 7 years

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Imagine Dean Finding Your Sketchbook...

Word Count: Around 2500

Warnings: None other than fluff :)

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: This one really ran away from me, it was supposed to be kind of short…but enjoy! Maybe this will appease y’all while I work on the new part of Through the Flames!

***This fic is pretty thrown together, I just wanted to give you guys something since it takes me such a long ass time to update

Summary: The reader has a sketchbook full of drawings of Dean. After a hunt, to the reader’s horror and embarrassment, she finds Dean with his nose in her sketchbook.

There was never much privacy in your life with the Winchesters. Every time you turned around one of them was always right there. On most days, that wasn’t a bad thing- especially on hunts. You knew they’d always have your back, that you were never alone. It was comforting really, comforting on those days that you needed someone when everything seemed to go wrong. Sam always had kind words of advice and assurance and Dean wouldn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you. You couldn’t help but love the fact that they were always there.

You also couldn’t help but hate the fact that they were always there. You’d started to develop a kind of sixth sense whenever one of them was nearby, you could just feel them lurking. It was more of Dean than anything, Sam knew enough to let you be.

Dean loved to hover. You decided that this was because he was such a mother hen, but you eventually came to another conclusion. Dean Winchester was sometimes too curious for your liking. You figured that at some point he’d learn his lesson because, as you had pointed out to him more than once- curiosity killed the cat.

As annoying as it could be at times, he wasn’t hurting anyone when he would lean over your shoulder to see what you were watching on Sam’s laptop. The one time he had followed you to yoga class to see where you’d been disappearing to all week wasn’t even that big of a deal either. Despite the fact that he could have just asked you, you dropped it and let him go with nothing more than a whack with your yoga mat.

There was only one thing you would not tolerate Dean Winchester getting his hands on- your sketchbook. You’d never had a diary or anything else of that sort but you’d treated the sketchbook just the same. You’d only shown Sam a drawing or two and that was the only exposure it had ever gotten. You shared most of everything you had with the boys but this was the one thing you kept to yourself.

It wasn’t because you thought you were a terrible artist, it wasn’t because you had drawn anything x-rated, as Dean had once suggested when you refused to let him see it. It was because it was filled with pictures of Dean. Sam had been featured once or twice but Dean dominated most of the pages. You hadn’t told him about it, not only because you were sure his ego would explode, but because you’d be mortified it he ever saw them. Sure, they were all innocent sketches, but something about Dean finding your sketchbook full of pictures of him was utterly horrifying.

The only thing worse than Dean finding your sketchbook, would be him finding your sketchbooks- plural. There were three of them including the one you were currently working on- all filled front to back with sketches of the older Winchester. To your embarrassment- you’d drawn him so many times you didn’t need to look at him in order to create an impressively accurate portrait of him. He was one of those people that were just fun to draw- not that you’d ever let him know that.

You laid long ways in the backseat of the Impala, listening to her purr as you worked on your most recent piece. There were only a last few touches needed and you smiled as you darkened the pencil lines of his jeans, following the length of his bow legs.

The three of you had just finished clearing a vampire nest and the boys were more than ready to get the motel and shower. If you were being honest, you were too. Between the three of you, you were covered in the most blood. Dean had even made you sit on an old blanket while muttering something about you looking like Carrie.

When you were satisfied that the drawing of Dean with a machete in hand was complete, you closed your sketchbook and slipped it into your duffel bag beside you. About a year ago you had started this habit. At some point, during every hunt you had gone on since you had started the sketchbooks, you drew a picture of him. Some were of Dean as he nursed a beer in a small town bar, others of him standing over the gaping mouth a desecrated grave.

Each one served as a memento from each hunt but there was one that held a special place in your heart. In a sleepy county in Montana you had taken pencil to paper and drawn him sitting at a worn picnic table at the county fair. He was smiling, holding three different kinds of deep fried food in his hands and as excited as a little kid. You couldn’t look at it without a huge grin forming.

The car slowed to a halt in front of the motel and you didn’t waste any time snatching up your bag and making your way inside. You quickly found some pajamas to wear after getting cleaned up and made it to the door of the bathroom just as the boys threw their stuff on the beds.

“Aw c’mon!” Dean threw his hands up, “You’re gonna take up all the hot water!”

You snickered, “Sorry Dean-o, you snooze, you lose.” You closed the door before he could say anything else. You knew the boys were just as tired as you were and decided to give them a bit of grace and shower quickly.

Dean threw himself onto the nearest bed with a grunt and your bag bounced off and onto the floor. Dean groaned. “Dammit.” He hauled himself up and strode over to the other side of the bed while Sam busied himself with his laptop.

He leaned down and grabbed your bag but all of its contents dropped onto the floor. “Are you kidding me?” He muttered. Dean was slightly afraid of what he’d find in the pile that had tumbled to the carpet. Who knows what girls packed in their bags? He quickly shoved your clothes back into the bag while trying to avoid anything he didn’t want to see. He was about to return a soft gray sweater to its place when he felt something beneath the fabric. It was stiff and thin and it took all of Dean’s will power not to take a peek. He looked over at Sam who paid no attention to him- probably doing whatever nerds like him do on their computers this late at night.

He really wanted to know what it was, and the more he thought about what it could possibly be, the more curious he became. He knew it was most likely wrapped up for a reason, it was private, and how would he explain as to how he’d found it? This had been in the bottom of your bag and there would be no easy way to tell you he’d been snooping.

Dean decided that what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you- it’s not like he’d be caught anyways, you took long showers. Maybe the sweater wasn’t even meant to hide what was inside, maybe the mystery object had gotten stuck in your clothes when you’d put it in your bag…and then the sleeves of the sweater somehow tied themselves. Before he could lose his courage Dean slipped the object from the fabric and found himself holding a blue sketchbook.

“Since when does she draw?” Sam turned away from his computer screen. “You say something?”

Dean shoved the sketchbook into his shirt and shielded the scene with his body. “What? No! I didn’t say anything. Nope.” Sam squinted in suspicion. “What are you doing?”

Dean shifted nervously as the tips of his ears burned red. “Nothing. I’m not doing anything.” Sam closed his laptop and stood from his chair. “Dean are you…are you hiding something?”

Desperate to escape the situation Dean attempted to turn the accusation back on his little brother. “I’m not- I’m not hiding anything. What- what are you hiding Sammy? I think you’re- you’re hiding something.” He backed up against the bed as Sam quickly approached.

Sam’s eyes widened as he stopped in his tracks. “Oh my god, Dean! Were you going through Y/N’s stuff?” Dean shushed him harshly. “Shut the hell up Sam, she’ll hear you!”

“Good!” Sam retorted. “She’ll know you were being a perv and rifling through her-” He was cut off when Dean clasped his hand over his mouth. “Would you shut up! I knocked her bag off the bed and everything fell out!” Dean removed his hand. “I was putting everything back in when I saw this.” He pulled the sketchbook out of his shirt and waved it in Sam’s face.

The younger brother still hadn’t the slightest idea as to why Dean had the book in his hands. It was yours, it was private. If it felt wrong to have it in his possession, it probably was. “So what? That’s her personal stuff, leave it alone, Dean.”

Dean stood with his mouth agape. “You seriously aren’t curious as to what’s in here?” Sam shifted from foot to foot but didn’t say anything. “That’s what I thought!”

Sam groaned. “I don’t want anything to do with this. Y/N didn’t say you could go through it.”

“But she didn’t say I couldn’t.” Dean reasoned. “Whatever, I’m not going to be in any part of this.” Sam reopened his laptop and sat back down with a scowl.

Dean rolled his eyes and opened the front cover. There wasn’t anything important you could possibly be hiding in a sketchbook. Maybe it was something like John’s journal, documenting new information and drawings of monsters he’d never seen before. So what if he’d seen some doodles you’d made, what was so wrong about him appreciating your art? Why had you hidden-

“Oh,” Was all he could say when he realized that the first drawing was of him. He wore a grin and that bulky winter coat with the big furry hood. Dean remembered this as a moment from a vengeful spirit hunt in Michigan months ago. Dean didn’t know what to say- didn’t know what to do, so he turned the page. Just as it was on the first, two more drawings of himself stared back at him.

He wasn’t even sure how to feel at first. He was so taken aback by the fact that you’d want to draw him of all people he could only stand and gawk at your artwork. Not only did you seem to be quite talented, but you had captured everything that made Dean, Dean. From the soft curve of his jaw to the way he held himself, it was all beautifully displayed upon the page.

“Woah.” Dean turned to find his brother looking over his shoulder. Evidently his curiosity had gotten the better of him too. “Yeah, woah is right.” Dean breathed. He flipped page after page, all of them filled with drawings of him, all from different hunts.

“Did you know she was doing this?” Sam shook his head. “I mean, she’s shown me a few sketches but not this. This is…these are amaz-”

“Oh my god.”

The brothers turned to see you in the doorway of the bathroom, face flushed red as you stared at them with wide eyes. “Where did you get that?” Dean guiltily closed the sketchbook and Sam chuckled nervously.

There was an awkward moment of silence until Dean cleared his throat. “I- um I accidentally knocked your bag off of the bed and this,” He held up the book, “fell out.”

You crossed the room in about three steps and plucked it from his hand. “That was private, Dean.” You said quietly, shoving it back in your bag. “It was wrapped up in one of my shirts, I know for a fact it didn’t just ‘fall out’.”

Sam looked to Dean and raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t seen his brother untangle the book from the sweater earlier. Dean let out a breath. “I know sweetheart, I’m sorry I just-”

“Just what Dean?” You turned on him with a glare. “You just thought that because I wasn’t there you could go through my stuff?”

“You’re right I shouldn’t have done that, but Y/N-”

You cut him off as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “I think I’m gonna sleep in the car tonight.” Dean caught your arm as you pushed past him. “Why are you so upset that I saw your drawings?”

You looked at him like he had grown a second head. “Are you serious?” Sam snatched up his own belongings and headed as fast as he could towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower.” There was no way in hell he was staying for that conversation.

“Because I’m humiliated Dean! You saw everything that was in there!”

“So what!”

“So every single one of them was of you! Going through that sketchbook is like going through my diary!”

It was quiet again and the only thing Dean could feel was shame. You shook your head and opened the door. “Goodnight, Dean.”

“They’re really good you know.”

You stopped in the doorway. What did he just say? Did he just compliment you? He didn’t just tell you that it was creepy that you had an entire sketchbook filled with pictures of him?

“What?”

Dean smiled and fidgeted with his hands. “I said, they’re good. Like really good.” You slowly closed the door. “You- you don’t think it’s weird? I mean I never asked to draw you-”

“I don’t think it’s weird,” Dean took a step towards you. “I think they’re amazing.” Another step. Your chest tightened. “I think you’re talented.” Another step. He was now so close his breath stirred the hairs framing your face.

Dean tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “And I think you’re beautiful.” He said quietly. Your breath hitched in your throat as his eyes traveled down to your lips. He looked back up to you as if asking for permission, you gave a slight nod. Dean cupped your face in hands and pressed his lips to yours. Your heart about exploded in your chest. He smelled like blood and sweat but you didn’t care- you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and deepened the kiss.

“I thought it would scare you off.” You murmured as you parted, resting your forehead against Dean’s.

Dean chuckled and you felt the rumble from his chest against yours. “Are you kidding? I’ve held a torch for you for years. A few drawings aren’t going to scare me off, sweetheart.”

You leaned back to get a good look at him. “Really?” Dean grinned. “Really.”

Suddenly the mood changed as he wiggled his eyebrows. “And you know, if you ever need a nude model…” You slapped his arm as he laughed. “You ruined the moment, you idiot!”

He placed a kiss to the top of your head as he squeezed you in his arms. “But I’m your idiot now, right?”

“Yes,” you wrapped your arms around his middle, “You’re my idiot.”

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