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Crowned
Title: Crowned
Pairing: Prince!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 7k
Warnings: Whipping, brief language, slight angst, mostly fluff
Square Filled: Secret Relationship
Summary: Y/N is a castle kitchen maid in Lawrence, where Prince Samuel is scheduled to ascend to the throne on Christmas Eve. The extra work takes a heavy toll on her, but there’s something—or someone—else making it an even more eventful season for her.
A/N: This is a submission for the 2022 SPN Christmas Bingo (@spnchristmasbingo). As always, thank you for reading, liking, commenting, and supporting me in so many ways. I hope everyone has a safe, happy, and healthy holiday season with their loved ones! Dividers by @firefly-graphics
The village always bustled with activity as you neared the winter solstice, but this year even more so. The prince’s coronation was scheduled for Christmas Eve, which meant in addition to the usual preparations, everyone was getting ready for what was promised to be the grandest event the castle had ever had. Even you were mildly excited for what was to come, and normally you hated your job in the kitchens.
“Y/N! Where did you put those eggs, girl?”
You sighed as you kneaded the dough on the table in front of you. The head baker had given you the task of making the braided loaves for the castle’s coronation feast. They were one of the traditional dishes that the prince had requested, so they had to be perfect. You’d been mixing, kneading, braiding, and baking from sunup to sundown most days, and when you weren’t working by the ovens, you were out gathering more supplies. She’d sent you to get eggs from Farmer Mills that morning and for milk from Farmer Singer the morning prior. No matter what you did, no matter how hard you worked, it never seemed to be enough. It felt like she’d been harping on you and critiquing your baking every second of every day. You were deciding between throwing something at her or crying. Maybe both.
“They’re with the butter, ma’am,” you called back, holding in the retort you wanted to tack onto the end. Her shrill voice was like a knife and you’d been on the verge of a blinding headache for three hours now. It wouldn’t be long before you’d need to beg her to send you home to rest. She probably wouldn’t agree.
“Are you daft? Come here!”
You winced, pausing mid-knead. That wasn’t a good sign. Slowly, you wiped your hands on the apron tied over your shift and made your way around the other long table. The head baker was in the back room, and as you passed by the other kitchen girls, they all gave you pitying looks of various degrees. You were the newest in the castle, having just started a few months ago after seeking refuge from a neighboring kingdom, which meant you got the brunt of all her anger and stress. Unfortunately for you, her anger and stress were at an all-time high given the upcoming feasts.
“Ma’am?” you asked, standing in the doorway to the makeshift storeroom.
“Come here,” she ordered, and you obediently stepped closer. “Where are the eggs?”
Turning towards where you’d set down the basket, you said, “They are—” You stopped mid-sentence. The basket had disappeared, as had the eggs. “They were there, Ma’am, I promise you. I put them next to the butter as soon as I got back.”
“Well, they’re not there now, wench, so what will you do now?”
You swallowed thickly, tears welling in your eyes. You’d be punished for this. “I’ll go to Farmer Mills’ straightway and fetch more, ma’am.”
“That’ll be comin’ out of your pay. Give me your hand.”
The head baker reached for her whip and struck it across your knuckles as soon as you’d extended your arm. Knowing better than to cry out, you bit down on your tongue and squeezed your eyes shut right as the whip lashed across the back of your hand again. Your skin felt warm where the blood welled up.
Three more lashes and you were free. You darted out of the storeroom and grabbed your cloak from the peg on the wall, wrapping it around your shoulders as quickly as you could. One of the other kitchen girls, Anna, was waiting for you by the door. She wrapped a clean cloth around your hand without a word, then slipped a few coins into the pocket of your apron. When you opened your mouth to protest, she shook her head and gently nudged you out of the kitchen and into the bitter cold.
You took the shortest route from the castle to the farm on the edge of the castle village. Jody’s family had farmed the land for decades. The land had been in her husband’s family since he was a young boy, and you’d become friends with her shortly after they’d married. She was kind and she always made sure you had the best. You hoped now that your friendship would help you procure the eggs you needed during the busiest time of year.
The streets were fairly empty for noontime, but you stuck to the edges of the paths, leaving room for the tradesmen and their wives, the knights, and the ladies that milled about, looking for someone upon which to bestow their Christmas generosity. Boughs of holly decorated the windows and their sills, and the red berries stuck amongst them added festive cheer to the otherwise dreary winter. Candles were already burning in the windows in an attempt to ward off the gray-tinged darkness that threatened each precious minute of daylight until the solstice. The coming winter promised to be a harsh one, but the hope of the evergreens loosened the tight knot of fear in your chest. Christmas was coming, and with it there would be rest and time for celebrations of your own. You’d never attended a servant’s dinner, and Sam would be a king. You knew that to be intimately true, more so than most, especially in the depths of the kitchens.
“My lady?”
A hand on your arm made you turn, and you almost stumbled when you met familiar eyes.
“Samuel,” you murmured, immediately smiling wide. Your cheeks felt warm even despite the cold and you glanced around, hoping no one would notice you talking to him.
He was dressed plainly, in a gray wool cloak drawn up over his head and tied securely around his shoulders, a long brown tunic that you were certain you’d seen before in the squire’s closet, and a pair of leather boots. Sam looked every part a common man, and your heart swelled with giddiness.
“What are you doing here? Someone could see you!” you whispered, though you couldn’t stop smiling. You pulled him under the eaves of a cobbler’s shop, out of the snow and away from prying eyes. The cobbler was deaf, and after you acknowledged him with a polite wave, he went back to his work.
“I was tending to my horse when I saw you leave. I have something for you,” Sam replied. He smiled down at you, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. A thrill went through you when his hands brushed yours as he placed a parchment-wrapped bundle into your hands. He didn’t seem to notice your bandage, nor did he see the blood that had soaked through it.
“I don’t have anything for you.”
He shook his head, still smiling. “Open it.”
Hesitant, you began to carefully unwrap the brown parchment. It fell to the ground and was instantly soaked with snow, but you could only gasp and marvel at the fabric in your hands. The dress shimmered in the winter sun, sparkling as the weak light hit it. You’d never seen something so beautiful, and you’d certainly never owned anything like it. The fabric felt lighter than air and as you ran your fingers over it, you held your breath, just in case you might blow it away. Certainly, none of the other kitchen maids or servant girls owned something like this. Not even the finest lady in all of Lawrence owned a dress as beautiful. You weren’t even sure if the royals in your home country had even seen something so fine.
“Samuel,” you finally murmured, and you regarded him with wide eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. “I can’t accept this.”
“Of course you can, my love.”
His words warmed you from the inside out and you ducked your head, hiding the bashful smile he always pulled from you. “I have no place to wear a dress like this, and Ma’am will surely find out…”
“Come to my coronation.”
Your head snapped up and the smile fell at the seriousness of his request. “What?”
“Come to my coronation,” he repeated. Sam reached out and brushed hair behind your ear. His touch was warm, a welcome relief from the winter chill, but you were too shocked to register it.
“I can’t,” you told him. “It’s not proper for a kitchen maid to attend a royal event of any kind. It’s forbidden. If I did, Ma’am would—”
“It’s my coronation. Nothing is forbidden if I say it isn’t, and I want you there.”
You looked away and stared at the feet of the horses as several knights rode by. Their hooves kicked up dirty slush and pebbles, spewing them over your shoes and Sam’s boots. Sam looked the opposite way, subtly using the hood of his cloak to shield his face from the men. After they’d gone, you didn’t turn towards him again, but you could feel Sam staring at you.
“I love you, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely audible over the cheerful calls of men and women loitering in the street. “And once I am king, we can be together. There will be no law to stop us.”
“But there is a law now, and I’m bound to keep it, as are you,” you replied. You pushed the dress into his grasp and stepped just out of his reach, drawing your own cloak closer around you. The wind ruffled your shift and apron and Sam’s hair fluttered in front of his face as he stared down at you with hurt in his eyes.
“Do you not trust me to take care of you?”
“Of course I do, my King.” You bowed your head slightly, silently willing away the lump in your throat.
“Y/N—”
You stepped back again, almost tripping over a pile of firewood. Sidestepping, you lifted your head just enough to meet his gaze for a brief moment. “I’m sorry, Samuel. I must go.”
His flickered to your bandaged hand when you reached up to adjust your hood once more, and your breath caught in your throat when he blocked your path and tenderly grasped your wrist with one hand.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Nothing,” you replied, shaking your head. You kept your eyes down, hoping he wouldn’t see the lie in them, but he hooked a finger underneath your chin and gently guided you to look upward.
“It’s not nothing to me. You’re hurt.”
Your lower lip trembled as you held his gaze, until finally he dropped his hand and you could avert your eyes again. “I cut myself while I was helping cut vegetables. It was a clumsy mistake.”
Sam stood for a moment before he said, “You work in the bakery. Do not think so little of me that I do not know your trade. Tell me the truth, Y/N.”
“Is that an order?”
Even without looking, you felt him tense beside you.
“It’s a request,” he quietly answered. “Tell me the truth, my love.”
His words cut deep into your heart, expertly carving out the softest parts of you and extracting them from the walls you’d built. Sam knew how to get past your every defense in just a moment’s time, and a tear rolled down your cheek as you stared down at the muddy, snow-mottled ground.
“The eggs I fetched for Ma’am this morning went missing. She believed it to be my fault, and I was punished.”
“Punished?” Sam repeated, and you slowly nodded. “Show me, I beg of you,” he added.
You knew that he was no stranger to blood or injury, but the shame you felt while unwrapping your hand was like salt in your wounds. Sam would never understand what your life was like, not now in the kitchens and certainly not before you’d escaped your homeland to come to Lawrence. Accepting punishments you didn’t deserve came easily to you, and the scar that would form across the back of your hand would only be one of many that littered your skin.
Sam took your hand in his once the bandage was removed. He held it gingerly, cradled between his own gentle palms, as he inspected the lashes. They were precise and though the blood had crusted over and dirtied your skin, you knew that underneath the mess, the four lashes stood like tallies across your knuckles and hand. Four identical scars would form, a constant reminder to you and others of your supposed blunder. You’d be forever marked by your inabilities.
“You should see a doctor” Sam finally said, and you pulled your hand away.
“I’ll heal fine enough on my own,” you argued. Before he could say anything more, you wrapped the bandage back around your hand and tucked it underneath your cloak, out of sight. “I truly must go now. If I don’t return with the eggs…”
“Let me walk with you,” he insisted.
You shook your head, but Sam stepped closer, crowding your personal space. “Please, I beg of you. I’ll leave you before we near the castle upon your return. I just wish to be with you before…”
His next words went unspoken, but you heard them loud and clear.
Before I’m crowned King.
Before everything changes.
Before I’m forced to marry for the good of the kingdom.
Before you fade away from my memory.
Swallowing thickly, you looked back down at the ground and nodded. “Very well.”
Sam held out his arm. It took you a few seconds to stir up the nerve to take it, and then he was leading you toward the outskirts of the village before you could think twice. He walked in silence beside you, carefully veering you around large puddles and holes in the ground. He positioned himself between you and the busy village paths and took the brunt of the slush and mud splashing when horses rode by and when children pushed carts full of root vegetables, evergreen boughs, and firewood toward their families’ stalls. The two of you remained quiet even as you walked, and you thought it strange that Sam didn’t ask for directions to Jody’s farm, nor did he even ask the farm to which you were heading. He simply steered you along in silence.
When you finally arrived at the Mills’ farm, you removed your arm from his and gathered your skirts in one hand so you could navigate their crowded land with more ease. Chickens roamed freely in their appointed yard, as did the goats in theirs, but you knew that their son and one of the village boys wouldn’t be far off. They took good care of the animals. A loss of any could surely devastate them all.
Smoke blew from the chimney as you neared their small hut. As soon as you were within a few feet, the door swung open and Jody met your gaze, her own eyes filled with concern. You never visited midday.
“Y/N?” she asked. Once you were near enough, she ushered you inside to the waiting warmth. You immediately took your normal seat at her table, but you glanced back over your shoulder when she wasn’t there to join you. Instead, Jody stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide and her body tense with indecision.
“He’s a friend,” you told her, but she only continued to stare.
Jody suddenly dipped into a low curtsy, her head bowed until she could only stare at the floor. “Your Highness,” she frantically murmured. “I apologize, I did not recognize you from afar.”
From where he stood just outside the door, Sam met your eyes through the open doorway. His hood had fallen, revealing his face, and snowflakes clung to his hair. His skin was pink with cold as he gave you a sad smile, then knelt slightly to help Jody rise.
“Please,” he said, his voice soft. “I am only here to accompany Y/N.”
Silently, Jody looked between you and Sam, and you felt warmth rush to your face, though not from the heat of the fire burning in her hearth.
“Of course, please come in, Your Highness.” Jody stepped out of Sam’s way and gestured for him to sit across from you at the table. She shut the door tightly behind him, then bustled around her small home. You watched for a moment as she retrieved a second wooden cup and began to pour tea. It had been ready to drink already, and guilt as heavy as lead sank to the bottom of your stomach. Jody and her family had little as it was, and now they’d waste their precious tea on you.
Sam took the empty chair and his legs immediately crowded yours under the table. He murmured an apology, then looked around the room. Two beds had been pushed against the wall to make room for the table and chairs. A roll of blankets was tucked atop one of the hay-stuffed mattresses, and several sets of clothing hung on hooks above the second.
“I apologize for the state of my home, Your Highness,” Jody said as she carried over two cups, then placed one in front of each of you. “We make do with what we have.”
He shook his head. “You may call me Samuel. I’m nobody important here.”
Her eyes grew wide and she glanced at you, but you focused on preparing your cup of tea with the small bowl of sugar she’d somehow produced. You knew with every minute that passed you’d get in deeper trouble with the head baker. Still, you couldn’t sabotage Jody’s time with Sam with your own troubles. It was very likely she’d never see him again, just as it was likely you’d never spend this much time with him again after today.
“But Your Highness, you are always—”
“Please,” Sam insisted. “I’m only accompanying Y/N today. I needed to get away from the coronation preparations, and she agreed to show me around the village.”
Of course, you hadn’t agreed to that. You’d barely agreed to anything, and the reminder of the upcoming coronation made tears well up in your eyes.
You inhaled deeply, straightening up in your seat and willing them away. You had to focus on the task at hand. Both Sam and Jody looked over at you as you downed your tea and winced as it scalded your tongue and throat.
“I need more eggs, Jody,” you told her. “The ones I bought from you this morning have disappeared. If I do not return with more…”
You trailed off, but Jody knew what you meant. She’d managed to get you talking one day and you’d spilled the horror stories of the head baker and the punishments you and the other kitchen girls had received. She’d also heard all about the horrors of your previous home. You’d shown her the scars that came with those stories, too. The only thing she didn’t know about you was how closely you held Sam to your heart, but that was a secret you could never betray.
Sam didn’t say anything as Jody quietly excused herself to search their chicken yard for more eggs. You obeyed, sitting completely still with your empty cup cradled between your hands. The bandage kept rubbing against the healing lashes every time you moved. You tried to shift it away from them as subtly as possible, but Sam was watching you like a hawk.
“Does it bother you?” he asked.
Sighing, you turned your head to look at the flames dancing merrily in the fireplace. “Samuel…”
“I only wish for you to be comfortable, Y/N. Why will you not let me help you?”
You looked down at the cup in your hands, fidgeting with the cracked handle. It clacked against the wooden table as you carefully placed it at the edge of the table. The cups were the finest in Jody’s collection, and your stomach twisted at the thought that she might think differently of you now that she’d seen you with Sam. Would she tell the other women in the village? Or her husband? What if her son had seen you, or the other shepherd boy? If someone found out that you’d been consorting with the prince unchaperoned, you’d be done for.
“I can’t,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I can’t get accustomed to your help. Soon enough you will be the king and I…”
“You will be my queen,” Sam fervently replied.
Shaking your head, you rose from your seat. The door swung open before Sam could speak up or join you.
“I believe this will be enough,” Jody said. The basket in her hand was only half full of eggs, but your chest swelled with relief and gratitude nonetheless.
“It will have to make do,” you told her as you dug the coins from the pocket of your apron. “Will this be enough?”
Sam stood and you glanced over at him. His expression was unreadable, but then he nodded slightly, and you quickly looked back at Jody. It only took you a moment to realize that he’d been negotiating on your behalf.
You gripped his arm, digging your nails in until he looked over at you. He kept his expression neutral even as he turned his back on Jody to shield you from her curious eyes.
“You can’t,” you hissed at him. “They’ll ask why you’re paying her money. They’ll find out about us.”
His head shake was small, but not unnoticeable. “Dean won’t tell.”
If Dean knew, then there was no doubt in your mind that Sam had told others about your trysts, and your stomach twisted at the thought. You stepped away, staring at him for a moment longer, then turned and took the basket from Jody, who still stood by the door.
“Thank you, Jody. I’ll see you soon.”
With that, you stepped back out into the cold midday air and started making your way back toward the castle. If anyone had stopped to ask you, you would’ve told them the tears in your eyes were from the cold.
The head baker’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard and you hadn’t even made it to the actual feast yet. She’d ordered you and the rest of the kitchen girls to be working three hours earlier than normal, long before the sun even rose on Christmas Eve, and the upstairs servants had told you that the guests were talking about a feast that stretched long into the night. According to Lady Charlie’s handmaiden, most of the visiting royals planned to celebrate until the priests came for the midnight blessing. After that, there would be Christmas feasts tomorrow morning, afternoon, and evening, allowing everyone to celebrate. The leftovers would be taken to the villagers, and then there was the servant’s dinner to prepare for. You were exhausted. Between the extra work in the kitchens and the mental and emotional strain of avoiding Sam at any and all costs, you’d barely had time to catch your breath, let alone sleep or eat.
“Y/N, are you well?”
You glanced over and forced a small smile in Anna’s direction, though you never truly met her eyes. Your brain and hands were focused on the lump of dough sat on the table in front of you. Ever since leaving him at the Mills’ farm, you’d thought of little else besides how Sam could approach you next. He’d always teased you about getting bold and visiting you in the kitchens while you were working, but the very thought of that struck fear into your bones. If the head baker, or anyone, really, discovered your relationship with him, you’d be hung.
“You look pale, and tired. Maybe you should rest.”
You shook your head and tried to muster a little bit more life into your tired body. “I’m fine, Anna. Truly.”
When you looked up at her, she was turned toward you but her gaze was focused on the doorway leading to the castle courtyard. All day long, pages and servants from the neighboring kingdoms had been arriving to serve their own dignitaries, so when you turned to see what she was looking at, you’d expected an exhausted young boy or girl, looking lost and very, very hungry. What you hadn’t expected was Sam.
Sam, dressed in navy velvet, a gold circlet atop his head, and a gold chain resting on his chest. Sam, with shining black boots and his sword tucked neatly against his hip. Sam, with his hair shining in the light from the candles and his eyes focused solely on you.
“Y/N,” he began, and you swallowed thickly, your fingers digging into the dough in front of you. Your legs trembled and you had to lean against the table for support. He stepped through the doorway, ducking down to avoid knocking his head, and slowly approached the table where you and Anna worked.
“I cannot do this without you by my side. It would be wrong for the woman I love to be absent from this part of my life. I beseech thee, with every part of myself, to join me.”
He held out his hand as he stopped a few feet from the table. You couldn’t tear your eyes away and you licked your lips, trying to come up with a suitable response. When notching came, all you could do was gape at him and shake your head.
“Sam, I— I cannot be with you.”
“Yes, you can,” he gently argued. “You will not be punished. You are committing no wrong.”
You closed your mouth and quickly shook your head, glancing over at Anna as you continued to grip the table through the bread dough. It would no doubt have to be thrown out after your mistreatment. No good loaves could come of it now, just as no good would come to you after Sam departed. You were utterly and truly ruined.
“And what’s this? Why aren’t you— Your Highness!”
Whirling around, you stared in shock as the head baker collapsed into a low curtsy. It only took a second before Anna had collected herself enough to do the same. Only you and Sam remained standing, but he was still focused solely on you.
“I cannot,” you croaked, shaking your head. You tried again, more urgently this time. “You need to go, Your Highness. Please.”
Against your better judgment, your eyes flickered down to the scars on your hand. The head baker would surely whip you again for this. When you noticed Sam looking down as well, you hurried to tug the sleeve of your dress down to cover them, but it was too late. His eyes caught the movement and his eyes darkened slightly at the scars, then even further when he saw the whip coiled on its wall hook behind you. Ma’am had left it there as a reminder of what would happen if you or the other workers slacked on your tasks for the coronation or the Christmas feasts.
Sam dropped his hand back down to his side and his other came to rest on the hilt of his sword. He walked around the table, approaching the head backer, who still lay prone on the dirty kitchen floor.
“Are you the mistress here?” he asked. His voice had changed and you shuddered at the formality of it. With you, Sam spoke softly, gently, and with all the earnestness he could muster. Now, his words dripped with displeasure.
Silently, Anna rose and helped you over to sit on a nearby barrel of brined fish. It hadn’t quite made it to the storehouses before everyone grew busy. The smell of the fish was overpowering and it had been all day, but you barely made it to the barrel before you stumbled over your own feet. Sitting in the stink would have to do.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Ma’am whimpered.
You closed your eyes, holding your breath even as your lungs burned. You couldn’t bear to watch Sam fulfill the part of his job you knew he hated. Yes, people far and wide respected him for his level head and for being a fair and just ruler in his father’s stead, but he was also Lawrence’s judge, jury, and, when absolutely necessary, executioner.
“Then I command you to treat your workers with the grace they deserve in my kingdom. This will be your one and only warning.” Sam paused. “My father would not be so kind. You are lucky that I will hold this discovery close. I will be watching you well.”
Ma’am whimpered again, her words unintelligible as Sam backed away and scanned the room for you. Once he found you sitting beside Anna, who’d stood tensely by your side throughout the whole exchange, his face softened.
“What must I do to convince you?” he asked.
You looked down at your hands, ignoring when Anna’s grip on your arm tightened at the sound of Sam’s voice directed toward you.
“Samuel… I’m but a servant. What we had needs to end now that you are becoming king. You must marry for the good of the kingdom, even if it is not what you desire.”
“You sound like my father,” he replied, a hint of humor in his voice.
His footsteps were soft as he crossed the room, stepping over the baker. His sword bumped against the leg of the table when he stopped a few feet away from you and Anna.
“May he rest in peace. He was a wise king, and you will be too,” you added.
“I will be even better with you by my side, Y/N. I love you, and I always will. You cannot ask me to try and give my heart to another, not when it will always be with you.”
Tears made your vision blurry until you finally looked up at him. His expression was pained as he waited for you to reply. When Anna gripped your arm even tighter, unable to stand the silence any longer, you shook your head.
“And what of your people? They will speak ill of me. Will you be able to handle that?”
“No one will—”
“They will,” you interrupted, giving him a sad smile. You sniffled and patted Anna’s hand to signal her that she could let go. When she did, you carefully stood from the barrel, but you didn’t move away from it. “They will, my love, and you cannot punish them for it. They will be jealous and confused and angry that you chose someone so unworthy of your love, but fighting against their venom will only make it worse.”
Sam fell silent as he searched your face. Finally, he answered, “Are you accepting me, then? Will you stand beside me today, and every day after?”
After a moment, you nodded and offered him a small smile. “Yes, Samuel.”
Beside you, Anna laughed in pure relief, and you glanced over at her. She tried to muffle it, but you began to laugh as well. Sam surged forward and took your hand in his, making you look back at him. He dipped low to press a kiss to the back of your uninjured hand.
“I believe there is even a dress waiting for you, my lady,” he said.
You laughed a little more then, and when Sam took your hand to lead you out of the kitchens and up into the castle, you didn’t resist. Instead, you turned to wave at Anna. When she called after you in hopes that you’d come visit her in the days to come, you nodded fervently. You’d never forget the friend she’d been to you since arriving in Lawrence, and you’d repay her kindness tenfold.
Sam led you up to the main hall of the castle, where his older brother stood waiting in similar clothes. His robes were a deep red and the circlet on his head was also gold. The sash across his chest bore the Winchester crest, and the polished hilt of his sword gleamed bright in the winter sun streaming through the windows.
“You work in the kitchens?” he asked once you and Sam had fully emerged from the staircase.
Tentatively, you nodded and glanced over at Sam, who’d positioned himself between you and the hall, shielding you from prying eyes. A tall evergreen decorated with candles and red berries stood proudly behind Dean.
“Yes, sire,” you replied, dipping into a slight curtsy. While you were certain that he’d disregard your show of respect given Sam’s affection for you, Dean was still captain of the King’s guard and that title alone was enough to make you tremble. He held more power than most people knew.
Dean scoffed and reached out to take your other hand. He bowed and kissed over the scars. His touch was gentle and you felt your face grow warm. Being kissed by one Winchester brother was enough to make your heart race, but two? You were practically floating, and Sam chuckled knowingly when he caught your somewhat dazed expression.
“Come, my love. Dean will be the one to escort you down the aisle for the ceremony,” Sam murmured.
You blinked and looked up at him, at a loss for words. Being left to your own devices in the upper parts of the castle was a terrifying prospect, especially since Sam was the one who’d escorted you up. If you were caught without him… You’d heard horror stories of servants who’d assumed too much of themselves. You shuddered.
“You will be perfectly safe,” he reassured you. He squeezed your hand and nodded encouragingly, but your stomach still churned with nerves.
When you glanced over at Dean, he nodded as well. “You have my word that I will not leave you, Y/N. I am sworn to my brother’s protection, and therefore I am sworn to yours,” he said.
Slowly, you forced yourself to exhale and nod in agreement. “Very well.”
“I will see you soon, Y/N,” Sam said. He dipped down and pressed a kiss to your cheek this time. The flour that clung to your skin didn’t seem to bother him, and underneath the white dust your cheeks grew warm for the umpteenth time since he’d arrived to pull you from the depths of the kitchens. Sam always seemed to be able to turn you into a lovesick young girl, but you weren’t about to complain.
Sam backed away. You watched in silence as he turned, then strode down the hallway with such purpose that the path in front of him cleared immediately. Most of the crowds you had seen entering the castle for hours were nowhere in sight, but no one in the hall stopped to bow as he passed, as they had for King John. You wondered if he’d requested such behavior or if things would change once he was crowned. Since you’d begun meeting in secret months ago, Sam had never struck you as the kind of person who demanded a person’s respect. He always earned it in his own subtle way, just as he had earned your affections. He’d snuck past all your defenses in less time than it took you to escape from your home country.
Once he’d disappeared from view, Dean lifted his arm for you to hold. You gratefully accepted and let him guide you in the direction of the masses.
“Where are we going?” you asked as you entered the main part of the grand hallway.
“To the coronation,” Dean replied. He steered you around a group of knights who had gathered along the edge of the hall.
You stumbled and gripped his arm even tighter as ice cold panic flooded your veins. “The coronation? Now? I thought it not for a few hours!”
With his other hand, Dean steadied you. He slowed his pace for a few steps, then stopped when you planted your feet in the plus golden rug, refusing to move.
“Yes,” he answered, “the coronation. Where did you think we were going?”
“I— I did not know, but I am not— I cannot go to the coronation!” you hissed at him. You glanced down at your shift and the thin leather shoes you’d been wearing for years now.
“That’s horse shit. Of course you can go. Sam’s requested your presence, Y/N. You won’t be turned—”
“Maybe not,” you argued, “but I won’t truly belong.” You pulled your arm from his. “I’m dirty. I smell like yeast and fish. I don’t know the proper way to act or the proper things to say. I can’t dance. I don’t belong here, Dean, and one man’s love cannot change that.”
He watches you for a moment before his expression softens. “I believe that is why he cares for you, Y/N.”
You stared at him, confused. In your head, there’d been lists of reasons for Sam to turn you away. There’d been an even longer set of ways that the people of Lawrence could dismiss you from the coronation, each one more humiliating than the last. How could he love your faults?
Dean gently guided you to take his arm again, then began walking toward the cathedral at the far end of the castle. “You are not of royal blood, and you were once a stranger to Lawrence, but you’re intelligent. You’re quick, and you make him happy. Not a day has gone by that he hasn’t spoken of you, and he’s mentioned no less than a thousand times how beautiful you are.”
“Truly?” you asked, and he chuckled. When you glanced over, Dean stared straight ahead, but he smiled.
“Truly.”
You stopped before a set of doors that stretched high above your head, ending in a point only inches from the lofted ceiling. The wood shined in the candlelight and you shivered as guards on either side pulled them open for you and Dean. A gust of wind blew through the cathedral, making the candle flames on the golden stands all around you dance and flicker. Rows of dignitaries inside turned at the sound of the giant doors creaking open and every bit of giddiness from Dean’s commentary drained out of your body.
“You swear that this is what Sam wants? That this isn’t a trick?” you asked, looking up at him.
Dean regarded you with a soft smile. “I swear, Y/N. I gave my word that I would protect you, did I not?”
Hesitantly, you nodded. “This is true, but—”
“Then you are safe with me. I’m the captain, and they will obey me”
You took a deep breath, then nodded again. “Very well. I’m ready.”
He dipped his head and forced his expression into a neutral one before stepping forward. You kept your eyes focused on the grand altar at the front of the cathedral as Dean led you down the center aisle. The ladies and lords on either side of you gasped and whispered as you passed. It took every fiber of your being not to turn and run the other direction, and by the time you’d reached the steps that led to the altar, you were trembling.
“You are safe,” Dean whispered. He leaned in close to you so that only you could hear. “They cannot harm you, nor will I let them try.” When you shakily exhaled and nodded in understanding, he continued, “Sam will arrive soon. After he is crowned king, you will take his arm instead of mine.”
Confused, you looked up at him just as the fanfare began. “What then?” you asked.
The twinkle in his eye made your stomach flip. “And then you will join us at the feast. Sam can have new clothes brought for you, if you would like, and you will celebrate with us. I believe he had a gown made for you especially. Did he not?”
Before you could answer, Dean straightened and lifted his fist to place it over his heart, just like the other knights did as Sam entered, but his other arm stayed in place to hold you steady. You clutched it tightly as the music continued and Sam processed down the center aisle of the cathedral. Long strands of evergreen garland marked his way. You marveled at his steadiness amid the grand procession. Children selected from the village and from royal families assisted with his robes and men in heavily decorated robes of their own carried tall, pure white candles and shining gold artifacts ahead of him.
Sam looked every bit the king you knew him to be. In the time since he’d left you in the care of his brother, Sam had donned a red sash embellished with the Winchester crest. A long navy robe trailed behind him, trimmed with white and composed of the richest velvet and fur you’d ever seen. His expression was grave and steady, though you knew his nerves hid deep down inside of him. Sam had told you how scared he was to be king. He didn’t want to let down his people or harm them in any way, but you had faith in him. All of Lawrence did, too. If they didn’t, his father wouldn’t have allowed him to be crowned king until it was absolutely necessary. Instead, John had made way for his son to take the throne at a much younger age than he had. In his last breaths, John had ordered for there to be no royal advisors or interim leaders in between his death and Sam’s ascension. It was only to be Sam leading the people, and you agreed wholeheartedly.
The ceremony passed quicker than you’d expected, and soon Dean was leading you across the dais to where Sam stood, newly crowned. He looked out over the visiting lords and ladies with the same serious expression as before, but when he turned to look at you, the sun shone through the stained glass in the massive basilica. You couldn’t help but smile back as he took your hand in his, bowed, and kissed the back of it. The gasps from the gathered crowd were but background noise as Sam lifted his head just enough to catch your eyes from below.
“My King,” you greeted. Your cheeks ached from the intensity of your own smile, but you couldn’t stop. The sun shone down upon you, casting colored shapes across Sam’s face and the robes that swirled around his feet like dark ocean waves.
“My heart,” he answered.
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October Reading Recs
To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖
Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
2023 Reading Recs List
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
The One That Got Away Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | @pink-sparkly-witch
Authors Summary: Childhood sweethearts, Dean and Y/N, are very much in love with each other. When she accepts a full scholarship to an out-of-state college, she finally gets to leave behind her traumatic childhood and abusive father, but it means leaving Dean behind too.
Over a decade later, Y/N returns to Lawrence, Kansas, and finally tries to heal the only wounds she has left… the psychological and emotional scars her father gave her and the heartbreak she endured by Dean Winchester, the one that got away.
Smoke Eater Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | @zepskies
Authors Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.
That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.
Escape Chapter 66 | Chapter 67 | Chapter 68 | @soaringeag1e
Authors Summary: A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.
Massages And More @miss-madness67
Authors Summary: Dean really likes your massage.
Meant To Be Mine @negans-lucille-tblr
Authors Summary: A mix up leads to life changing consequences.
Sam Winchester
Yellow @idreamofhazel
Authors Summary: I listened to Yellow by Coldplay and got inspired.
Untitled Sam Winchester Drabble @supernaturalfreewill
Relax @imagineteamfreewill
Authors Summary: It’s almost the end of the semester and your schedule is jam-packed, leaving you stressed, overwhelmed, and overtired. Thankfully, Sam Winchester is the best at helping you relax.
Family Friends and Loved Ones @waywardxwords
Authors Summary: You make it home for Thanksgiving to see your family again, bringing Sam and Dean with you.
The Boys
Soldier Boy
New Blood @wayward-dreamer
Authors Summary: The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn't pleased with the idea, as he's the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter.
Friday the 13th
Clay Miller
Flyers @plus-size-reader
Authors Summary: Going out with Clay to help look for Whitney and bonding with him in a way that you never have before
Friday The 13th (2009) @bored-writer101
Authors Summary: You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.
Big Sky
Beau Arlen
Wonderwall @deanbrainrotwritings
Authors Summary: teasing beau during work and leaving without finishing. when he gets home he wants to pick up where they left off.
Only Ever Holding Onto You Part 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | @thebiggerbear
Authors Summary: When Beau Arlen called and asked Y/N to join him at the Lewis & Clark County Sheriff's Department, she knew she should have turned him down. Sure, he made a great case for her relocation, but it was the sound of his voice that had her put in for an immediate transfer. After all, he was worried and needed her; how could she say no? Yet, the more time she spends in Big Sky Country, the more Y/N wonders if she should have stayed in Houston.
Untitled Beau Arlen Drabble @smellingofpoetry
Montana Stars @spnbaby-67
Authors Summary Just cute one shot between Beau Arlen and his girl, Y/N.
Chicago Fire
Matt Casey
Better late than never @deanstead
Authors Summary: After witnessing Y/N’s interaction with Connor, Matt finally decides to tell her how he feels
Imagine: Seeing Matt at Molly's after returning to Chicago @deanstead
Untitled Matt Casey Drabble @deanstead
Authors Summary: Matt surprising his wife with a puppy
Ten Inch Hero
Boaz Priestly
Movie Night To Remember @daughterofcain-67
Authors Summary: In honor of spooky season, The Beach City Grill is throwing a Horror movie night event by putting on the movie Scream! The employees are excited, and so are some of the regulars. Your friends, Piper, Jen and Tish invite you to come because she knows you're another regular at the grill. But the thing is, you hate scary movies, crime shows or anything dealing with blood. Which will be scarier? Actually watching this movie, or embarrassing yourself in front of a guy you like?
The Body @deanbrainrotwritings
Authors Summary: tish dared priestly to wear a dress to work in exchange for a week off.
Smallville
Jason Teague
Assistant Hottie @zepskies
Authors Summary: Jason Teague, Assistant Football Coach, meets you in the faculty break lounge at Smallville High. He tries to kick you out, thinking you’re a student. Technically, you are. Turns out, you both go to the same university.
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Monthly Fanfictions Recommandation: September'23
Here are my best discoveries from the last weeks
🍬 The Authors
@kquil : a gentle author, writing about the Marauders, her writing will bring you peace and the writings are so soft. I love seeing her theme on my computer and seeing her icon on my dash is always a sign that I will read something good.
@luveline : you don't know if you want to read an Aaron Hotchner story or a good Marauder one? You don't need to change to another page, here is the wonderful Jade. She's so talented and you won't be disappointed if you want to check her work.
@thatfanficstuff : when I discovered this blog, I didn't know where I should go first. So many fandoms I love, so many characters, so many stories... So many comfort shows and so, comforting times after work. And sometimes, it's all I need. A gentle person writing some sweet stories.
@luci-in-trenchcoats : I read a few stories a few months ago but, I recently re-discovered this amazing author. With her works, I was back into Supernatural. So many hours spent at reading about our favourite hunters, so many series. And the best of the best: the writing skills are so great and it's so easy to read... Waow, just waow.
@imagineteamfreewill : Fluffy Supernatural fics and a lot of good AUs, all I need after a hard day at work. Meg is an excellent writer and you will spend a good time, I promise. I haven't read everything yet but, I know I have a few a good escapes in perspective. Don't hesitate , you will enjoy your time reading, I hope as much as I'm doing.
@anika-ann : I'm in my Marvel phase, I'm weak, I know. And, I think I found someone that could quench my thirst with so many good stories and good writing skills. I could spend hours reading about Steve Rogers. And I know I've found an unique writer because I loved a crossover story. I usually hate that. But here I am, reading a Criminal Minds / Avengers story and loving it. Thank you for that.
@crazyunsexycool : Another "Val", it can only be someone nice, right? But really, a sweetheart, someone with so much imagination, and a way to write about children... And I know what I'm talking about, I'm working in a nursery. It's so great to read something accurate when it's a subject you know. And except for the children, she's always here to answer your questions, being nice and taking time for her followers. I hadn't asked to be add into a taglist for a story for a long time. You won't be disappointed if you want to make a stop here.
🍭 The Stories
* = Smut (Minors DNI) || 🦋 = Series || Beware of the TW please
Not so secret admirer || @kquil (Remus Lupin x Reader, you can't hide your adoration for remus lupin and often end up staring at him, good thing he thinks you're really cute)
A star between hands 🦋 || @luveline (James Potter x Reader, finding out you’re princess isn’t half as intimidating as your new bodyguard, James. mutual pining, fluff)
if things go bad || @/luveline (Aaron Hotchner x Reader, Hotch rushes to get to you when you call him during a home invasion. angst, hurt/comfort)
True Mate 🦋 || @thatfanficstuff (Peter Hale x Reader)
Remember me || @/thatfanficstuff (Thranduil x Reader)
I Know Your Brother || @luci-in-trenchcoats (Sam Winchester x Reader, The reader is pulled out of Hell accidentally by Sam Winchester who’s wondering where his brother is…)
A Safe Mistake 🦋 || @/luci-in-trenchcoats (Nanny!Dean x Single Parent!reader, Dean’s in need of some extra cash to help Sam pay for his tuition and gets a job working as a nanny for the reader’s young son. As Dean becomes ingrained in the reader’s life though, he soon becomes more than just the nanny to them both…)
Beauty and the Beast 🦋 || @imagineteamfreewill (Dean Winchester x Reader AU, Living in a village is nice, and even though you’d always longed for adventure, you weren’t expecting to go on an adventure of your own anytime soon. But as soon as you take your father’s place as the prisoner of a Beast who lives in an enchanted castle, you’re surprised that adventure isn’t all it’s cracked up to be—and neither are monsters)
Daisy || @/imagineteamfreewill (Sam Winchester x Deaf!Daughter!Reader, Sam breaks some bad news to his daughter, who’s deaf, and watches her start to grow up without her mother)
Love on the Brain 🦋 || @anika-ann (Steve Rogers x Reader / Crossover MCU-Criminal Minds, You found menacing pictures of you friend, colleague and neighbour Steve in your mailbox. Someone might play it off as a bad joke, but you were an agent for the Avengers Initiative and a former FBI agent. You’ve seen cases like this and you were taking no chances. Not with Steve of all people. But you were going to need help; enter the BAU)
Hands Too Cold, but Heart of Gold 🦋 || @/anika-ann (Steve Rogers x Reader, Matt Murdock x Reader, You officially joined the Avengers only two months ago and you’re about to take off to yet another mission. Cap would like to have some extra help on this one – but the Avengers have approached the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen before and he made it pretty clear how he felt about it. Of course, this time it’s you who got stuck with trying to convince him once again. “I still don’t understand why it’s not you coming, oh Star Spangled Man with a Plan.” “I do have a plan. I have you.”)
Heart’s Munition 🦋 || @crazyunsexycool (Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid!Reader. I can't copy and paste all the resume but I swear, you'll love it. A bit of surprise but it's worth the world)
My little love * 🦋 || @/crazyunsexycool (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader. Really long resume but in short, Bucky, Reader, children, Papa and Mama bears, great scenario, you'll love it I promise!)
That's all, for now.
Don't hesitate to share the stories you liked and tell the writers you enjoy their works, it always means a lot to them ❤️
Have a good reading,
Val 🌸
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sam winchester recs
tic tac toe | au, series | @percywinchester27 (literally one of my favorite series ever)
a lot like 'us' | au, series | @percywinchester27
linger | imagine, fluff | @girl-next-door-writes
i swear | one shot, flangst | @empyreanwritings
ice cold | two shot, flangst | @deanandidrinkcoffee
stay with me | one shot, flangst | @deanandidrinkcoffee
anguish | drabble, fluff | @narcissisticmf
i love you, i love you | imagine, flangst | @kitkatscabinet
we could stay | imagine, fluff | @imaginesfordifferentfandoms
stanford sweatpants | drabble, fluff | @nt-multi-fandom
crowned | au, one shot, flangst | @imagineteamfreewill
cuddling with sam would include | headcanon, fluff | @alexsoenomel
just another breakdown | imagine, angst | @impala-dreamer
sleepy studies | imagine, fluff | @bambinovak
closer than friends | one shot, fluff | @stylesparker
car's outside | imagine, flangst (comfort!) | @yourmomxx
returned | imagine, angsty flangst | @talesmaniac89
every inch | imagine, flangst | @bamby0304
dark days | imagine, flangst | @chloelucia13
action and words | imagine, fluff | @crispychrissy
my rock | imagine, comfort flangst | @team-free-will-oneshots
playing house | two shot, fluff | @uncouth-the-fifth
bait | one shot, fluff (brief angst) | @sams-sass
it's all coming back to me now | one shot, flangst | @sams-sass
the comforts of home | one shot, flangst | @zepskies
i can't lose you | one shot, flangst | @octoberclidan
you need to rest | imagine, fluff | @wraith-posts
hold your breath | imagine, fluff | @deanswhiskey
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August 2023 Angel Fish Awards!
(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)
Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)
Nominated by Anonymous
Tangled Fates by @outofnowhere82
Nominated by @katbratsupernaturalwhore
Factory Reset by @talltalesandbedtimestories
The build up, the sass, the care she took, the pegging, the focus on description, the deliciousness... Mmmm I wanna eat him up!
Love; For the First Time by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Adorable first time fic. Good build, sweet and fluffy and steamy!
Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis
An Imagined Life by @imagineteamfreewill
This is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff AND IT HAS IKEA!!! I mean, I couldn't ask for anything more!! *heart eyes forever*
I'm So Sorry, Sammy by @bobwess
(AO3 link) ANGST!!! So much angst, man. Y'all know I love John Winchester, but even I can acknowledge he was not a great dad. Usually, I avoid fics with the "John's A+ parenting" tags because I have very strict ideas about his incompetence as a father. This story really shows a way that I can see in canon John would be especially crappy as a dad. No pairing, just a seriously angtsy genfic showing teenage Sam being a BAMF and Dean's heart breaking. (Sort of happy ending, though! You know me. lol)
Nominated by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Why I Do It by @kazsrm67
This drabble and it's companion piece (from Dean's POV) is short and incredibly sweet. It's a lovely little slice of life for the boys and the reader. I always love when we get to see Dean happy, and he is, in this fluffy piece. Happy, loved and taken care of - us Dean girls can't ask for more. A highly enjoyable read!
Nominated by @glygriffe
Imperfections by @thewritingspot /@troize
Seeing Lucifer in another light, as an insecure middle child in a big family fired my brain cells! And of course, Gabriel being himself even as a kid. (And also: Art!!!)
Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies
It's a soulmate AU series, but it's also a reader insert that stays close to canon. Sweet and angsty and smutty... A little bit of everything all rolled into one satisfying story.
Untitled ask prompt by @sugaraddictarchangels
This ficlet is the only Jess!Lucifer representation I've ever seen and it's so refreshing to see early seasons' Lucifer under that light!
Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel
Between the Three by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell
This fic was written for me in all senses of the word, and I love how she characterized Arthur, Mick, and Dean and the different ways they react to being parents-to-be. Of course, the smut is great, but I also love how they clearly all love each other and want to be a family.
The Great 'Nah-Duh' of Dean Winchester by @ladyknightskye
I love this fic because it gave me Gadreel/Dean without having to write it myself, and also because it's well written and I love how soft Gadreel is... And the fact Dean has his Bisexual Awakening with him? LMAO!
Nominated by @iprobablyshipit91
Never Say Goodbye (series) by @zepskies
I’m an absolute sucker for soulmate AUs and this one was amazing. The reader and Dean's relationship was built beautifully and I loved how the ending ‘fixed’ things!
Baby Spoon (series) by @deanwanddamons
This really made me feel so many emotions. Seeing Dean so happy and having the relationship he deserves made me so happy despite everything.
The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
This was literally so adorable and made me laugh so much. It’s such a good one to go back to and read over again.
Carry On (series) by @jawritter
This was just the perfect fix-it fic we all needed after *that* ending. It wasn’t rushed and it by no means sugar-coated what happened. There are some real struggles and a lot for both the reader and Dean to overcome but it’s damn worth it!
Pack (series) by @spnexploration
This is a story I’ve definitely gone back and reread a few times and it’s so close to the end, I can’t wait to see the final chapters. Overprotective Dean is always perfect but I really enjoy the pack dynamics in this and Maddie is a brilliant addition!
Heart of a Hunter Saga (series) by @muchamusedaboutnothing
Where to even start with this, every single stand-alone story in this saga is excellent in its own right and combined together this whole story is amazing. I love Dean and the reader's relationship and how they’ve managed to carve out a family life that works for them. Brilliant!
Baby, We’ve got a Problem (series) by @deanwritings
I love the unique concept of this, Baby getting turned human, and the implications this has particularly for Deans's relationship. I’ve read it a few times as it’s so easy to go back to and enjoyable to read.
Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
I just loved this story and how it built up. The dialogue is hilarious and while I did guess what was happening, it in no way detracted from how awesome this story is.
Hold On I’m Coming (series) by @ravengirl94
This was one of the first firefighter Dean fics I read and I loved it. The relationship the two of them have and the twists and turns are just perfect.
Captives of the Court by @impala-dreamer
This story instantly got my attention. I loved the way the story moved between what was happening now and what had happened to lead up to that point and how everything came together at the end. Amazing story.
The One That Got Away (series) by @pink-sparkly-witch
This story just hits you in the feels. It’s not finished but I’m so in love with Dean and the reader already and can’t wait to see how their relationship progresses!
Midnight Espresso / Devour Me (series)by @zepskies
There was something so sweet about these two stories that I instantly fell in love with the reader and dean in this. I connected with the plus-sized reader but Dean is so sweet and adorable. I just loved it.
Collared (series) by @spnexploration
I’ve been reading this story from pretty much when it started being posted and I’ve loved every second, I’m so excited and sad that it’s ending. It’s an amazing story full of protective Dean which I live for and it’s just perfect.
The Last Call by @kasimagines
I could have nominated so many of Kasimagines' stories but there’s something about this one that just really hits me and I’ve read it so many times. The loyalty Dean shows despite the years is beautiful and the effect John has on them all is heartbreaking.
Dream On (series) by @talesmaniac89
There’s something about this fic that I just absolutely love. It’s a comfort fic I’ve gone back and read so many times. Dean's overprotectiveness and worry and concern for the reader is just adorable.
Miscommunication (series) by @winchest09
This is another story I’ve read so many times. I love the story and the British reader really resonates with me being from the UK! I love the confusion between the same words meaning different things to British vs American, it makes for some interesting conversations!
If You Want It To Be (series) by @zepskies
This got me feeling so Christmassy in July! It was just such a lovely heart warming story, I adored it.
Nominated by @mariekoukie6661
House of the Rising Sun by @kittenofdoomage
MAFIA AU!!!! This has been a joy to read for the first time and it's always a joy to reread!!!
Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield
The Hero Always Gets A Kiss by @fandomoniumflurry
I’m a sucker for ChesterVelle, heroes, and kissing. This is one of my old faves I like to re-read every once in a while.
No Title by @stusbunker
This is sooooo Sam, and it's sooooo swoony and real. It's fucking electric.
Factory Reset by @talltalesandbedtimestories
This is so. well. written. So sexy. So good for Dean. He deserves this so much. This writer did their research but this doesn't read like a manual. It's thorough and intimate and exactly what Dean should have every day — someone taking care of him.
No Title by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
For the love of god, he’s just Like This, isn’t he? Like always. In canon, in headcanon, in fic — ALWAYS. And I love the way this writer objectifies him.
Nominated by @inenochian
Restless Wanderer by intothesilentland (AO3 only)
This story is such a beautiful soft romance set in 19th C Cornwall. Beautiful portrayal of Dean and Cas!
Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all
The Talismen series by Lochinvar (AO3 only)
Gives us insight into people who helped the boys grow up into the men they became. Not always Hunters, more like strangers who sometimes didn’t know exactly how much they helped until years later, if ever.
Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes
Hunter’s Throne (series) by @ladyknightskye
It’s such a beautiful story and I love the angel-human lore. It’s so complimentary to each other and that bond is just so Cas and Dean. They have got to talk. It’s part of what’s we readers love about them because once they do, it only gets better and fluffy! I loved it so much I posted about it on my blog to advertise it because it is worth the read and keeps to the essence of the show.
THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!
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November 2023 Fic Rec List
November was even busier than October. It literally flew by in a wink for me. However, I did manage to carve out some time here and there for a bit of reading.
Enjoy!
This is the last fic rec post for this year.😲
💜Thank you to all the authors who share your stories for my enjoyment. I am so very grateful for your talent and generosity!💜
I've been hoarding links and am looking forward to reading as many of those stories as I can during winter recess.
Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.
~Supernatural~
An Imagined Life ~ @imagineteamfreewill. Author's Summary: Y/N and Dean have been best friends since childhood, and though they’re both adults with busy lives, they still manage to keep up their weekly traditions.
Before I Fall ~ @stusbunker. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Female Reader)
Deceiving Dean ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Taking place during Life with Dean. Sometimes you just need a little deception to keep things interesting.
Geronimo ~ @trektraveler. Author's Summary: Dean and Y/N. Oil and water. Always at each other's throats, their endelss bickering comes to a boil and Y/N has had it. She storms out of the bunker leaving Dean high and dry! Well, he isn't about to let her get the last word! What happens when he catches her?
Gift Wrapped ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Dean has been away on a hunt for quite a while. She has a surprise for him when he comes back.
Happy Thursday Food Coma Day ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: It’s Thanksgiving, and Dean and Y/N feel bad that Benny can’t enjoy a feast like they can. So, an alternative is offered. And devoured.
Jessie ~ @little-diable. Author's Summary: The reader is missing Dean too much, so she tells him all about the places she wants to visit with him – mere dreams Dean is set on turning real.
Just Like This ~ @pink-sparkly-witch. Author's Summary: Working a second job in a bar to help pay for Sammy’s education, Dean finds a kindred spirit in bar manager Y/N. When a drunk Douchebag gets too handsy with her, Dean quickly jumps to her defence but faces harsh consequences.
Loving and losing ~ @mcavoy-girl. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)
Meeting In The Darkness ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself.
Mini Date ~ @avanatural. Author's Summary: Based on 12x22 “Who We Are.” Y/N vowed to herself that she’s done with meaningless hookups. And Dean vowed to himself that, when the time is right, he is going to give her more than that. But what happens when their time is running out?
No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)
Say You Won't Let Go ~ @cockslutpadalecki. Author's Summary: After a bad experience at a haunted house attraction when you were a kid, you promised never to step foot in one again, but Dean helps you to overcome your fear.
Showed Me (How I Fell In Love With You) ~ @mind-empty-just-fictional-people. Author's Summary: Dean helps you up your flirting game, but there’s really only one set of eyes you want on you.
Something In The Way ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Young Dean might have the swagger of a player, but when it comes down to it, he’s just a shy, excited little boy…
Stay The Night ~ @wearywinchester. Author's Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Dean gets protective and finds he’s got to keep an eye on you, something more coming out of it than expected.
Thanksgiving Dean ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Another holiday has arrived.
What He Doesn't Say ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: When Dean learns that you’re sick, he drives all night to get to you.
~On Patreon~
Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)
Tourniquet-Chapters Three through Eight ~ Author’s Series Summary: Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.
thinkinghardhardlythinking
Close to Home - Author's Summary: Y/N and Dean are neighbours, and friends. The thing is Dean is a ladies' man and she has always known it, if he wasn't, maybe he'd be the ideal guy...but his eye for the ladies, how well they work as friends, as well as the fact that he'd never even think of her that way, all means that they are meant to be just neighbours and friends. Doesn't it?
Someone To Watch Over Me-Part 30 ~ Author’s Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.
Oops! I didn't realize until putting the post together that everything I read this month was a Dean Winchester fic.😏😆
Guess I was missing him a bit.🥺🥺🥺
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Sam Winchester: Fic Recs (September - 2023)
Most of the stories posted here weren't published this month, but they're my favorite stories I've read this month.
1 - The Wingman: By @talesmaniac89
"You worry about Dean Winchester as he’s trying to act like your wingman to hook you up with Sam, unaware that Sam thinks Dean’s his wingman."
Info: One shot.
Warnings: "None, just fluff" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.
2 - The Question: By @girl-next-door-writes
"Should be obvious from the prompt, but if not then just know it’s fluff, lots of fluffity fluff." - Warnings and summary described by the creator.
Info: One shot - 2170 words.
3- What He Never Had: By @imagineteamfreewill
" Sam Winchester has a history of his relationships ending poorly, something you didn’t know when you hooked up with him the next morning. After something goes very wrong the next morning, he has the option to right the wrong and let you go, or hope that you can still reciprocate the feelings he has for you when all is the way it’s supposed to be. Your time together would change both of your lives forever, but it’s up to Sam as to whether the change would happen at all."
Info: Series - 7 chapters.
Warnings: "Mentions of heavy drinking, witches/spells" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.
4 - What she used to do - Part 1 / Part 2: By @sharonisantisocialimagines
"Reader and Sam are in a relationship, as the reader dies after being kidnapped by demons. Happy end guaranteed."
Warnings: (Part 1) "Reader Death, Mention of blood and pain, kidnapping. Please don’t read this if you are sad and it could trigger you (I cried whilst re-reading it)". (Part 2) "None, I believe. Just loads of fluff at the end." Warnings and summary described by the creator.
5 - Red (Taylor's Version): By @jaidens
Warnings: "nothing big!! | guys my bbg." Warnings described by the creator.
6 - Emma's tuesday gif drabbles: @girl-next-door-writes
7 - You found me/ Part Two/ Part Three/ Part Four/ Part Five/ Epilogue: By @sams-sass
"Reader is taken hostage by Crowley and he forces her to be someone she never knew she was." - Summary described by the creator.
Info: Series - 6 chapters.
#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester#supernatural#supernatural x reader#recs#sam winchesterxreader#sammy#fic rec#fanfic rec
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Hello hello! I've had a lot of new followers since posting "The Cards We're Dealt", so I thought I'd introduce myself a little. First of all, thank you for following me and for all the positive feedback on my fic! I'm seriously blown away. Thank you. ❤️
My name is Meg! If you've read the author's notes on some of my Steve fics, you'll have figured out by now that I'm a music teacher in my 20s. I write for Supernatural and for Marvel. I've written Supernatural fics since 2014 and Marvel since 2022. On this blog, I primarily write for Steve, Bucky, Thor, and Peter. I'm definitely a Steve girl, with Bucky being a close second.
If you want to check out my Supernatural reader-insert fics, you can find them at @imagineteamfreewill. You can find Marvel fic recs at @bucky-fricking-barnes-reads and Supernatural fic recs at @wildfirewinchester (however, that's my main blog and I don't tag anything, so best of luck trying to find the fics). You can also find me on ao3 under either of my writing blog names, Patreon under imagineteamfreewill, and ko-fi under itfw76.
Thank you again for following me, commenting on, liking, replying to, and reblogging my stories. Your support means the world and it's what keeps me going. I hope to see you around! Please drop in and say hello! 👋🏻
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Arcane
Ever since he was a child he guarded himself from the outer world ,the threats was thrown at him and his family ,from different people ,from his own blood ,from his own emotions ,from his own heart .
Him being a perfect walking piece of mystry but with the most charming smile on his lips and shiny emarald eyes
But is this that time when his soul is crushing down to open it's veil ,
Is this the moment where Dean Winchester is barely keeping it together ,he is craving for someone to look after him
Some amount of peace in his rogue routine ,is this the time when his heart is saying
" it's enough Dean ,it's time to loose yourself, it's time when someone else look after for you "
But the hunter brain is conscious as always
" careful Dean how can your life be this peachy just be aware that you are keeping this as a secret from everyone else from Cas from your own brother Sam "
Is it the time when Dean's heart and mind are at crossroads ....
Masterlist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
So this might be my first try at series of FF ,I might continue this I might not but let's see where it will lead ...
PS PLEASE IGNORE THE WRITING MISTAKE .
I couldn't control myself from trying to write something after reading so many talented writers here
Hope I can get some share of support from you all ☺️
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Beautiful Tragedy
Title: Beautiful Tragedy
Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x platonic!Reader
Word Count: 2,698
Warnings: Angst, accusations of cheating, fluff, cussing, minor period talk?
Summary: Sam has been acting strange lately and you get a dreadful feeling in your gut that your relationship may not be as sound as you once thought it was.
A/N: I wrote this fic for @imagineteamfreewill‘s Reader x Sam challenge. My prompt was “I’m not angry, I’m hurt! There’s a difference!” It is in bold when I used it. I know the deadline for this challenge isn’t until July 13th so I hope it’s okay that I’m uploading it so early. This took many turns and there’s a surprise at the end that honestly even I didn’t know was going to happen until I wrote it (meaning I went soooo far off script). Anyways! Tell me what you think! :)
You and Sam had been dating for going on 3 years. You knew him like the back of your hand and loved him more than anything. You seriously couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend if you could’ve picked one out yourself. You had also gotten really close to Dean. He was like the older brother that you never had. You had met Sam when the boys ran into you on a hunt somewhere in northern Kansas and you guys hit it off immediately.
You were so blessed to have the ‘family’ that you and the Winchesters had built. It was a lot more than most hunters get, so that you were extremely thankful for.
You would like to think that you and Sam were so close that you could talk to him about anything, but lately he had been acting weird. He would be gone when you woke up some mornings and he wouldn’t tell you where he was going nor when he would leave the bunker. It was just random times you would notice he was gone. That was so not the Sam Winchester you knew and fell in love with.
You had been trying for days to ignore the little voice in the back of your mind that kept telling you everything you didn’t want to let yourself believe as well as the deep, dark pit of dread that you felt in your gut to ever imagine such idealizations.
Today felt different somehow, like the world was heavier and you didn’t want to get out of bed. You also felt like an emotional roller coaster. You rolled over and sighed heavily when your eyes landed upon the empty sheets where your boyfriend was supposed to be laying. All you wanted was to be wrapped up in his warm embrace, but he wasn’t even here. He’s probably giving someone else his affection. You just don’t do it for him anymore and you know it, Y/N. Your thoughts were relentless and your mind was reeling as a single hot tear rolled down your cheek and hit the pillow. You got up and when you used the bathroom it all made sense. You were on your period. Great, so not only are you super emotional and in pain, but you also have a boyfriend who’s probably out kissing someone else when he should be here holding and kissing you, his girlfriend.
You decided to go look for Dean. You felt the cold tile and concrete floor of the bunker and decided to grab your black throw blanket off the end of yours and Sam’s bed. You wrapped it tightly around your shoulders as the bottom hem of the blanket fell to the floor, encasing your body. As you made your way down the hall towards the library you thought about how much you and Sam had been through together and how you would hate for it to all have been for nothing.
You rounded the corner and saw Dean sitting with his feet up, nose in a book of lore, and beer bottles scattered on the table. He didn’t seem to notice you as you quietly sat down across from him. After about 5 seconds he looked up at you with soft eyes.
“Good morning, Y/N,” Dean said, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Morning,” You said with a huff, you didn’t mean to be short with him, especially since he didn’t do anything wrong, but there’s no way you could be in a good mood right now. Not when the love of your life is most likely out there gallivanting with someone else.
“Someone piss in your cheerios this morning?” Dean asked with a chuckle, downing the last of the beer from the 3rd bottle on the table. When you didn’t say anything he spoke again.
“I’m sorry, I guess you’re really not in the mood to fool around, huh?”
“Nope.” You replied. You just didn’t know why you felt so shitty. You were trying to hold back the tears you had felt building behind your eyelids, but did a poor job of it, seeing as one rolled silently down your cheek.
“Aw come on, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” Dean asked softly, concern etched into his face as he closed his book, giving you his full attention.
Dean took your silence as permission to talk. “Y/N? You know, shouldn’t this be a happy time? Your birthday is coming up in two weeks, cases have been slow so there’s plenty of time to rest and recuperate. What’s got you so upset?”
“He doesn’t love me anymore, does he?” You blubbered out suddenly, holding back a sob.
“What? Y/N, what are you talking about?” Dean asked, confusion written across his features.
“Sam. He’s been sneaking off for like 3 weeks and I hardly ever see him anymore. He- he’s probably found someone bet-better than me,” You stuttered through the sobs that were now wracking your body. Dean got up and sat in the chair beside you.
“Of course he loves you, Y/N! You’re like his whole world! He would do anything for you, hell he’d probably save you over me if it came down to it. Don’t ever doubt his love for you,” Dean said as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. Dean’s words had calmed you down, but you still felt that something was going on.
“But what about how much he leaves, and he doesn’t tell me where he’s going. It just hurts because he’s supposed to be able to tell me everything and he won’t even tell me when he is going to leave the bunker. Does he tell you where he goes?” You looked to Dean, with hope in your eyes.
“I’m sorry, but he doesn’t tell me a thing. But I did notice a pattern. He’s always gone early in the morning and doesn’t come back until like 1 or 2 in the afternoon. But I don’t know what he would be doing. I’m seriously sorry Y/N, I wish there was a way I could help.” Dean said, a remorseful glint to his eyes.
“It’s okay. I just- I just wish he would come talk to me ya know? He’s my best friend and he can talk to me about anything. I just wish he would come to me straightforward whether it’s good or bad or not.” You said with a tired sigh.
“I know you do, and I’m sure he has a good explanation for his whereabouts.” Dean said as he took his seat and reopened his lore book.
“I guess I’ll head back to bed, its shark week if you know what I mean,” You said over your shoulder as you walked into the hall,
“I’ll stay out of your way then,” Dean said with a chuckle.
You just wanted to take nap and forget the whole world existed. You flopped down onto your bed and the second your bloodshot eyes closed, you were out like a light.
You had been keeping up the act of acting like everything was fine between you and Sam for days, but this was getting out of hand. Today is your birthday and he’s not even here. Like seriously? You had such little hope in your relationship with him at this point. You were just trying to buy time before he finally decides to kick you to the curb instead of just sneaking around.
It was currently 6 p.m. and you still hadn’t heard a word from your boyfriend all day. No happy birthday when you woke up and seeing him lying next to you with a sweet good morning kiss. No. No, you couldn’t even get a text from him.
“If its worth anything, kiddo, happy birthday.” Dean said as he sat down next to you at the library table.
“Thanks Dean,” You said with a defeated sigh. It was pointless and in the end you were going to get your heartbroken. You just knew it deep, deep, down inside. It was like your guts were screaming at you that the end was nigh, and well; to be honest it probably was. It made your chest physically ache when you thought of everything you and Sam had been through being washed down the drain as if it was the spittle from brushing your teeth.
You turned your head toward the bunkers door when you heard it opening. It was Sam. You tried to become as interested in the table as possible as he rushed down the stairs that led into the war room.
“Y/N! Happy birthday!” Sam said cheerfully. You hated that he had to put on this act and pretend to be happy around you. Seeing him so happy sent a pang of hurt through your heart because you looked back on how happy he had been in this relationship (up until a month ago, anyways). You decided to ignore him, afraid that if you spoke, it would be something hurtful.
“Y/N?” Sam asked again. You just stared at the table while you could feel Sam’s eyes drilling holes into the side of your head. He sighed a long, heavy sigh after a pall of silence. “Look Y/N, I’m sorry that I wasn’t here this morning. I just had some really important business that I had to take care of.”
You jerked your head up to look at him, your face scrunched up as if you were trying to decipher whether or not you had heard him correctly. You stood up so fast that you almost knocked your chair over.
“Are you kidding me!?” You said with a maniacal laughter.
“Look, I know you’re angry that I wasn’t able to be here bu-” You cut him off mid-sentence.
“I’m not angry, I’m hurt! There’s a difference!” You said through gritted teeth as tears fell from your eyes.
“Honey, look. I honestly tried my best to be able to stay home today, but I just couldn’t!” Sam said exasperatedly, waving his hands in the air.
“Why, huh? Did the girl you’re having fun with threaten that she’d leave you if you didn’t spend time with her today? Huh Samuel!?” Your voice was raising every second that went by. “Because if you want someone else then just let me know because I will gladly release you from the imprisonment you think this relationship is keeping you in. I’m so fucking tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve and watching the man that I love more than any fucking thing slowly fall out of love with me. It’s killing me inside and I can’t take it anymore.” You said as hot tears of betrayal rolled down your cheeks.
Sam rushed up to you and held your elbows, you wanted to shrug him off but didn’t. He gently lifted your chin with his pointer finger to where you were looking at him, though you didn’t really want to because then you’d get soft on him.
“Do you honestly think that was what I was doing?” He asked softly, a hurt, sad look flashing across his handsome features that made you want to melt like butter. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and nodded your head as more tears fell from your eyes.
“I’m so, so, so sorry that you feel that way. I would never do anything like that to you. Literally ever. Never in a million years. Do you honestly want to know what I’ve been up to?”
Words failed you at the moment so you just nodded your head.
Suddenly Sam let you go and he got down on one knee as he pulled a small black box out of his back pocket. You gasped frozen in the moment. When Sam looked back at you he had tears brimming his eyes, much like yours was.
“Y/N. You mean so much to me that I knew the instant I met you that I wanted to give you the world. You were like my light in a dark desolate world and I can’t live without you. It breaks my heart that you thought I was messing around with someone else because I swear I wasn’t. I was working.” He paused and you were still speechless because your heart was breaking that you could ever accuse such a sweet, kind-hearted man of what you had accused him of. He continued, and he was getting so emotional that it was literally ripping your heart in two. “I went to the diner downtown and I asked the manager if I could moonlight on the side and he agreed. I worked so hard and I did all of this for you. Every single grueling second. And boy was it worth it. I wanted to give you something you could be proud of. I wanted to show you just how much you meant to me. So with that said, Y/N.” He reached down and opened the little box to reveal a beautiful simple wedding band with your birthstone and his intertwined into a heart. “Will you please do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes! Yes of course!” You exclaimed, sobs wracking your body. Sam had been out there working and trying to make the money it took to buy you this ring and you had treated him like shit. Over this past month you were cold towards him and he still went through all of this for you. Guilt flooded through your body like the blood your racing heartbeat was sending throughout your veins. “I’m so, so, sorry Sammy!” You cried into his chest. “I’ve done nothing but treat you like shit these past few weeks. I don’t deserve you.” You sobbed.
“If anything I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I would do it again in a heartbeat. I’m deathly serious when I say that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you and sit on the porch drinking coffee and commenting on how gray your hair is getting. But most of all Y/N, I want you to be happy. I want to give you everything you need in this life. I want to be your home. I know you didn’t have a very good one growing up but I want you to know that at the end of the day that I will always be there for you and nothing can ever change that. I fall more and more in love with you every day. I love you, Y/N.”
You stared into his gorgeous eyes and kissed him with such heat and passion. It was the most romantic kiss you had ever shared with him. That was probably because it was with someone who loved you more than anything and you could feel it radiating off of him. You hoped and prayed that he could tell just how madly and completely in love with him you were. You were a fool for him. And he knew it. You couldn’t wait for the day you could call yourself Y/N Winchester. With all of your flaws and your mistakes, they had all led up to this moment and boy. What a beautiful tragedy your life had become.
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Undercover
Title: Undercover
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2,139
Warnings: Guns, mentions getting arrested
Square Filled: Rival AU
Summary: Y/N runs into Sam on a hunt and it goes as well as she could expect.
A/N: This is a submission for the extended 2021-2022 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo). As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. Please let me know what you think! Dividers by @firefly-graphics
You’d thought you’d been paranoid this morning when you passed the old bookstore on Maple Street and had to do a double take. Then, after you’d seen the ghost of his figure ducking into the local animal hospital just off Highway 30, you’d made a u-turn in an old bait shop’s gravel parking lot just so you could drive past and look for his car. It wasn’t until you’d crept your way into the old marina’s guard building that you realized that you had, in fact, found the same hunt as Sam Winchester.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered as you pulled yourself up onto the top of the upper cabinets. Once you were settled, you flicked off your flashlight and watched as Sam trekked back up the dock towards your hiding place, his own maglight in hand.
He was only a dozen feet away from the back door when he froze and carefully pulled out his gun. You tensed, watching in silence as he peered through the midnight fog that blanketed the lake and the surrounding area. You hadn’t spotted anything suspicious, and you’d been careful to cover up any trace of yourself, which meant that Sam’s sudden change in behavior could only be due to something more nefarious than yourself.
Slowly, Sam crept into the guardhouse, keeping his gun drawn. You held your breath.
“You’re out of your depth with this one,” he finally said, and suddenly his light shone directly in your eyes.
You huffed and held up your free hand to block the light, squinting at him in irritation. “And you’re still a jerk. Nice to see you too, Sam.”
“Get down from there and go home. I’ve already done all the research and I can easily handle this on my own.”
“Oh yeah?” You carefully lowered yourself down from the cabinets and pulled your own gun from the holster strapped to your thigh. You’d stopped tucking it into your jeans a long time ago, opting instead for a more practical option when the chances of running into someone were slim. “Then how come that David said there were no hunters in the area?”
Sam made a face. “Who the hell is David?”
Rolling your eyes, you stomped past him, fully ignoring the gun he kept trained on you. The security guard’s desk would only be unattended for another five minutes. You’d been in the middle of searching for the disc that contained the antiquated security system’s footage from the past two weeks when Sam had interrupted you.
"What are you doing?” he questioned, coming closer to watch over your shoulder.
“Your mom,” you snarked back.
The disc was shoved in a drawer underneath a short stack of file folders and a notebook with yellowed pages. You pulled it out and turned your flashlight on to inspect the label on the front just to be sure you’d found the right thing, but Sam snatched it out of your hand before you could get a good look.
“Hey!” You grabbed at it, but he held it out of your reach as he read the front himself. “Sam Winchester, this is my hunt! I have been here for over a week now and if you don’t stop interfering, I will call the police on you!”
He only grinned and tucked the DVD into the inside pocket of his jacket. His gun had also been tucked away, leaving him with just the maglight in hand as he looked you over.
“We both know that never ends well. How many times have you tried that one? Three? Four?”
You kept your own gun out and narrowed your eyes at him. “Go. Home.”
“No.”
The sound of footsteps approaching the front doors made you both freeze, and you hurried to switch off your flashlights and escape. When the door swung open only a few moments later, you ducked behind the table. Sam was already crouching behind it and he pushed you into view as he crawled underneath the vinyl tablecloth to hide. Though the guard had yet to turn on the overhead lights, the smug look on Sam’s face was clear as he disappeared from your sight.
Quickly, you unclipped your holster and shoved both it and your gun inside one of the lower cabinets. They weren’t hidden well, but you could only hope that no one would spot it before you could get back to retrieve them. You barely had time to shoot Sam a look of utter loathing before the lights came on and the guard spotted you.
“Hey, you can’t be in here,” he said, heading right for you.
It took everything in you not to reveal Sam’s presence as the guard cuffed you and marched you over to his desk so he could phone the police. Logically, you knew that one hunter on the case was better than two of them locked up for trespassing, even if it was Sam Winchester.
Three hours later, the officer who’d collected you from the marina and brought you down to the station stepped into the holding cell area and unlocked the door. You looked up, a little surprised that David had even answered the phone associated with your alias. He wasn’t always the most reliable backup.
“You’re free to go, ma’am. I’m so sorry for the mixup,” the officer said, giving you a tight smile.
You stood from the bench and stretched a little, popping your back as the man held the cell door open for you. He led you out into the main part of the station, but you slowed your pace as you neared his desk.
Sam sat opposite the officer’s chair, his hands cuffed to a metal loop on the desk in front of him. When he saw the officer had returned, he turned his head to meet your eyes, his expression unreadable.
“Can I ask if you were able to get ahold of my supervisor?” you asked, closing the distance between you and the two men.
The officer pulled your bag of personal items from the bottom drawer of the desk and started removing the items from the clear plastic. He checked each of them off on your intake form as he worked, not bothering to look up as he replied.
“No, but we found this man impersonating a federal agent and interrogating local employees. When we contacted the man he claimed to be his supervisor, we realized that you were the real deal and this guy’s the fake,” he explained.
Raising an eyebrow, you glanced over at Sam, who was slouching further and further in his chair as the officer spoke.
“How did you come to that conclusion?”
This time the man looked up at you. He held out your flashlight, badge, wallet, and phone, which you accepted gratefully. A quick glance at the screen told you that you had three missed calls and a voicemail from David, no doubt chewing you out for getting arrested.
“His “supervisor” wasn’t his supervisor at all. The guy does work for the Bureau, though, because he confirmed your role in the case.” He glanced back down at the forms, then slid the paper towards you and held out a pen. “That should be everything. You just need to sign at the bottom saying that we’ve returned all your personal items. I’m sure the Bureau will be happy to clear up any paperwork regarding tonight?”
You nodded and leaned forward to scribble your alias’ signature on the bottom line, ignoring Sam’s glare. As you signed, you tried not to let your immense satisfaction that Bobby had vouched for you and not Sam show.
“I’m glad we could clear all this up,” you said. “Although…” Sam tensed as you paused and finally looked back at him, then at the officer. “This man isn’t impersonating a federal agent.”
“That’s not what your higher-ups said,” replied the officer. He crossed his arms over his chest, regarding you with a suspicious expression. “Are you saying that he’s lying to me?”
Shaking your head, you tucked your badge and wallet back into the pockets of your jeans. “No, sir. I’m saying that he doesn’t know everything regarding this case. Like I told you when I first came in, I’ve been tracing a trail of murders across several states. The scope of this thing is huge and we’ve got hundreds of cases under investigation right now. This man is an undercover agent, one specifically chosen by me to help with my work, so I’m going to ask that you release him from custody. You’ve already risked blowing his cover by arresting him. I’m happy to take care of any paperwork on his behalf.”
After a few moments of consideration, the man sighed and shook his head, muttering to himself. He reached down into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a second bag. This one held more items than yours, including Sam’s gun and several knives he’d had hidden on his person that you hadn’t been able to see before. You made a mental note of each one as the officer pulled them from the bag and checked them off on the paperwork he’d clearly been in the middle of filling out when he’d gone to release you from the holding cell. You also noticed that the disc with the security footage wasn’t among the items in the bag, which meant you’d have to ask Sam to give it back to you. Irritation grew in the center of your chest and you cleared your throat, pressing your lips together to keep yourself from saying something that would blow your cover.
While he worked, Sam stared at you in silence. You could feel his gaze focused on you as you supervised the officer going through Sam’s belongings, and he continued to stare at you while you filled out the papers regarding his release. Finally, the officer went around the desk and uncuffed him, then handed him the pen to sign off that he’d received all his personal items.
You stood beside Sam in silence as he collected his things, then stayed by his side as the two of you walked through the station and out into the parking lot. Your motel was only a few blocks down the street, and you had no doubt that Sam was most likely staying there too.
“Why did you do that?” he finally asked as you turned out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk.
“Do you want me to go back and tell him I was lying?” you asked, not looking over at him. “Because then we’ll both be in even more trouble, and I don’t really want that.”
Sam sighed. “Y/N—”
“Don’t. Just go home and let me do my job.”
“This is my job too, you know.”
This time you did look over at him, but only for a second. “I didn’t get you out of there so you could help me, Sam. I got you out because I’m sure there are other people who need help. I’ve got this covered, and if you had only listened to me in the first place—”
“I was here first, so if anyone’s leaving, it should be—”
“Will you just stop?” you shouted. You stopped and turned to face him. He seemed startled by your outburst, but you didn’t let his unusual show of surprise faze you. “It’s very clear that neither one of us likes the other, and it’s even more clear that we can’t work together. I did you a huge favor sticking my neck out back there for you.” You pointed back down the street towards the station. “So for once in your life, can you just let someone else be in charge? Just give me the disc, go home, stay out of my life! Can you handle that, Sam? Or is that too hard for you?”
He stared at you, lips pressed together, and you crossed your arms over your chest. When he didn’t reply after a moment more, you turned and started walking again, leaving him standing with his back to the street.
“Fine,” Sam said, calling out to you as you kept walking. “But next time, don’t expect me to help you.”
You scoffed but you didn’t say anything. You knew that deep down Sam had to be a good person—bad people didn’t willingly sacrifice everything good in life—but something about him made you want to bang your head against the wall. There are many things that you wanted in life as a hunter, but getting away from him was at the top of the list. If letting him think that he had the upper hand here would get him to leave, then you’d let the argument fade. There were more important things to worry about.
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December Reading Recs
Thank you to all the incredible writers here on tumblr, who provide us with these fantastic stories and thank you to everyone who interacts with these fic recs posts to help spread the love for these writers.
Happy New Year everyone, and happy reading!
To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖
Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
2023 Reading Rec List
Supernatural
Sam Winchester
Take Me Back Series Chapter 3 | Epilogue | @kaleldobrev
Authors Summary: After making a deal to bring you back, Sam doesn't see you until years later when your paths cross during a case
The Widow Timestamp: I Love You @pink-sparkly-witch
Authors Summary: Sam tells Y/N that he loves her for the first time. This is basically PWP.
The Widow Timestamp: Marry Me? @pink-sparkly-witch
Authors Summary: It’s almost Christmas, and Sam has an important question to ask you.
A Blacksmiths Hands @sams-sass
Fall For You @justagirlinafandomworld
Authors Summary: You don’t always go flying through the air. But when you do, there is one Winchester who is always there to catch you. Or. A series of times you and Sam fell over each other. And Dean’s there.
Imagine Walking Your Dog With Sam @imagineteamfreewill
Dean Winchester
Smoke Eater Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | @zepskies
Authors Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.
That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.
The One That Got Away Epilogue @pink-sparkly-witch
Authors Summary: Childhood sweethearts, Dean and Y/N, are very much in love with each other. When she accepts a full scholarship to an out-of-state college, she finally gets to leave behind her traumatic childhood and abusive father, but it means leaving Dean behind too.
Over a decade later, Y/N returns to Lawrence, Kansas, and finally tries to heal the only wounds she has left… the psychological and emotional scars her father gave her and the heartbreak she endured by Dean Winchester, the one that got away.
Just Thought You Should Know @smellingofpoetry
Authors Summary: It was just one of those drunk calls until it wasn't anymore.
Christmas Boredom @soaringeag1e
Screw Consciousness @kaleldobrev
Authors Summary: Taking a nap with Dean after a long drive
Strangers @smellingofpoetry
Authors Summary: They were just two strangers, dancing in the middle of a club.
10 Inch Hero
Boaz Priestly
Black and Blue @lipstickandwhiskey
Authors Summary: You can’t help your feelings for your friend, but maybe some jerk will give you a push in the right direction?
Pondering Fate While Ignoring The Obvious @impala-dreamer
Authors Summary: Priestly has got it so bad for Tish that he can barely see past the end of her... well, her back end, anyway. He's love sick and forever rejected, constantly stuck inside his own head. When a new girl in town starts messing with him, he quickly loses his cool...
Unique and Brightly - Colored @crashdevlin
Authors Summary: You don't like Priestly's new look and you really don't like the reasoning behind it.
Smallville
Jason Teague
Miss Professor @zepskies
Authors Summary: Jason has to make a decision. You, or Lana Lang.
The Boys
Soldier Boy
Memories Are All I Have @kaleldobrev
Authors Summary: You’re all Ben thinks about while he’s in Russia
From Russia With Love @kaleldobrev
Authors Summary: You’re the first person Ben goes to see after escaping from Russia
House
Robert Chase
Kiss and Tell @iwritefandomimagines
Authors Summary: after endless mutual pining, you and chase finally hooked up over the weekend. you agreed to keep it a secret while you figured things out, but it doesn’t last long with the team around.
Dark Angel
Alec Mcdowell
Not So Lonely Christmas @daughterofcain-67
Authors Summary: You’re beginning to grow accustomed to doing things by yourself now that you’ve moved away from family, but your friends at Jam Pony seem to forget that Christmases after moving to a brand new area can often result in being alone during the holiday season… and Alec won’t stand for it.
Bullseye @zepskies
Authors Summary: Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?
Chicago Fire
Matt Casey
Untitled Imagine @deanstead
Authors Summary: Imagine: Matt looking for his captain jacket and finding it on you
Any Fandom
Unamed Male (Choose your own)
Midnight @kittenofdoomage
Authors Summary: New Year’s Eve brings a surprise at the end of a crappy year.
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Hi! I'd love to join your challenge. Could I do #7 (Lawyer) for Sam? If not, could I do #14 (NFL/NBA Player) for Dean? If neither one of those are available, I'll do #13 (Lifeguard) for Sam. Thank you so much!
lawyer sam is yours!
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December 2022 Angel Fish Awards
(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)
WELCOME TO THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!
Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.
The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE (you don’t have to be a member) CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. Everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that this fun, thoughtful award will do just that.
Be sure to read through this whole post as people who were nominated more than once only had one tag activated for Tumblr tagging purposes!
WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!
Nominated by @glygriffe
Untitled Drabble by @ellen-reincarnated1967
I like the protectiveness of the brothers, their sense of found family: once you're part of their crew, they'll move heaven and hell for you.
~*~*~
Nominated by @princessmisery666
If We Make It Through December (series) by @thoughtslikeaminefield
I love the mutual pining and can't wait to see how it all plays out.
Snow Globe by @waywardnerd67
Soft and sweet and oh so wonderful 😍
The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas (series) by @deanwinchesterswitch
I was lucky enough to bounce ideas with Kym for this one and watching those ideas take shape is magical. Dean and Nic’s relationship is beautiful and I’m taking this whole thing as canon 😍looking forward to more 💜
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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield
Of Glitter and Paper by @thesassywallflower
This is so sparkly and fun. It sings holiday from the rooftops. There’s orgasms and glitter and kissy faces. And then there’re cute lil kiddos with great names and a big sister WHO I LOVE.
Thank you to The Sassy Wallflower for this gift of fic. 🎉
No Regrets by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
This one’s a little over a year old, but it’s pitch is right on.
I am always looking for good Jo/Dean fics, and I especially like the “fuck self-respect” fix-its. This is the best I’ve ever read of the latter genre. It’s in character, sexy, passionate, and a little sad.
Isn't That My Line? by @princessmisery666
Another older one! Super sexy and fun. I love the secret sex-worker trope, especially when they get found out!
~*~*~
Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis
Softly, Gently, Falling by @imagineteamfreewill
This is so soft and warm and fuzzy! Perfect fluff after a hard day!
The Longest Time by @princessmisery666
This is peak Christmas pining and fluff!! I'm swooning over how Dean cares about her!!
Senior: WTDTY (series) by @negans-lucille-tblr
I thought I had nominated this series before, but apparently not? There's so much delicious pining and angsty, smutty drama in both the original series and this sequel! This is a must read!
THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AWESOME WORK AND GREAT FEEDBACK!
These are not actual awards, as in, there is no competition! This system is set up so everyone has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author in the Pond that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, the better this will be :D
THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!
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Weekly Fic Recs
Wow! There's barely any angst this week. Some sugary-sweet fluff and a ton of smut. 😏😂
The smut is mostly due to a dear friend who tried to kill us all with her kink bingo run. 🔥🔥🔥 But it was absolutely divine.
Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors and heed the warnings for each fic.
All fics are from the SPN fandom unless otherwise noted.
-Drabbles-
One For Tomorrow, One Just For Today ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: adoptdontshoppets asked: after you posted JIM Morrison/The Doors, now I suggest a drabble where before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady. Smut of the actual two times can occur or you can leave it fluffy (do you ever do that lol?)
Zorro ~ @there-must-be-a-lock. Author's Summary: Sub!Dean for wingedcatninja, who requested something inspired by the actual fucking canon quote, “sometimes you just wanna get slapped during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask.”
-One-shots-
Take Care of You ~ @imagineteamfreewill. Author's Summary: The reader gets a job at a store and meets the cute security guard, Dean.
Dancing on my Own ~ @waywardaardvark79. Author's Summary: Y/N was an actress on Supernatural, and became close with the boys before her character was killed off. You are attending your last convention and with the help of your best friend Jared, you hope that you are able to confess some long overdue feelings.
Being Neighborly ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats. Author's Summary: The reader is cleaning her gutters one day when her next door neighbor Dean comes over to have a chat…
Rules ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Jensen is strict with his rules and when Y/N breaks them, there are consequences
Halloweenaversary ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean and Y/N spend their Halloweens together every year, but year, something is different
Overtime ~ @soaringeag1e. Author's Summary: None (Dean x Reader AU)
Sensations ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean and the Reader play a game with some ‘sexy rules’
Laundry Service ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean has some messy dreams about the Reader
Free Bunker ~ @deangirl93. Author's Summary: Sam’s away on a case, leaving Dean and Y/N to enjoy some alone time in the bunker.
Did You Know? ~ @winchest09. Author's Summary: Dean Winchester was her best friend, and college roommate. After an afternoon in the library, he finds a book that piques his interest, bringing that home as well as the one needed for his studies. Relentless, the older Winchester doesn’t leave the text alone until an event happens that forces his hand.
Watch The Throne ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Sam finds a way to spend a little time with an old friend in Hell
The Boss ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean Smith CEO AU with Y/N as his secretary
-Series Chapters-
Apple Pie Life 3 ~ @wonder-cole. Author’s Summary: None (Dean x Reader)
Home To You-Twenty-Nine ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author’s Summary: Dean enlisted in the hopes to help secure enough money for Sam to be able to go to college. Of course he didn’t tell Sam. Why would he? Sam would understand, right? Turns out, Sam didn’t get it, and is giving Dean the silent treatment for over a year. In Dean’s desperation to reconnect with Sam, Dean reaches out to his brother’s best friend. Little does he know that the hurricane named Y/N will turn out to be the reason he wants to stay alive and go back home for.
-MCU-
the things we carry with us ~ @pellucid-constellations. Author's Summary: You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else?
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