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pinchofhoney · 8 months

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Can I get a Jack request where reader is like castiel level protective over him? Like it could he during the time he was burning away his soul, or Dean just attacking him and reader getting super protective? Thanks <3

Also thank you sm for being my mutual <333

like real people do

jack kline x reader

word count: 1.6k

warning: the events were made up by me, but in time they probably take place in thirteenth season, platonic relationship

summary: Ever had one of those days when life just can't get any worse?

a/n: thank you so much for your request!! once i read the first four words and found out it was about jack i was so happy! this character makes me feel like hiding him in my jacket pocket and protecting him from the whole world, including my favourite white boy; dean. i hope you will enjoy it!!<33 it's so funny that we clicked so quickly because of ketch hahah

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What does it mean to have a bad day? For some, it might involve a pointless hunt for a missing sock in the early hours. Others might deem it a disastrous day if they find themselves in a nerve-wracking business meeting, their professional future hanging by a thread, only to be unexpectedly showered in scalding coffee. But let me tell you, what went down in South Dakota, well, that was beyond any bad day anyone's ever had.

Walking down the bunker's cold, metal stairs, your eyes stayed fixed on Sam's broad back. The echoes of two more pairs of footsteps behind you added an unspoken burden to all four of you. The lengthy, six-hour drive from Sioux Falls passed in silence, punctuated only by the occasional growl of Dean's car engine.

In the midst of this oppressive silence, a tangible anxiety filled the atmosphere, much like the sensation of holding a grenade with a fragile safety pin. Each of you knew that speaking the first word out loud could be equivalent to pulling that pin, possibly setting off a surge of emotions and consequences you weren't prepared to deal with at that moment.

As you finally reached the colossal table stationed at the heart of the spacious room, you wearily rested your hands on the chair's backrest, your head drooping in helpless resignation. A deep sigh escaped your lungs, carrying the weight of the day's exhaustion. In the stillness that followed, you could discern Sam's chair scraping against the floor on the opposite side of the table as he settled himself heavily into it and Dean's footsteps resonated down the corridor, indicating his retreat to the kitchen.

Lifting your exhausted head, you gave a quick once-over to your disheveled clothing, recognizing its disorder. It had not only withstood the harsh impact of multiple falls today but was also stained with splotches of blood. Nervously, you ran your hand through your hair, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Pushing away from the chair, you turned on your heel, scanning the room with a sense of restless anticipation.

You stopped your gaze on the young man by the stairs, who had stayed there the whole time. His face showed a mix of confusion, sympathy, and regret. Your lower lip was gently caught between your teeth as you pondered your next steps. When his gaze met yours, you drew a shallow breath. His appearance wasn't any better than yours, but because he was still Lucifer's son, he appeared more composed than you.

With determination, you approached him step by cautious step until you were standing alongside him. “Jack, are you alright?” you asked, your voice reflecting genuine worry. A quick glance back at Sam, who remained seated at the table, revealed that he was now observing your interaction. You then shifted your attention back to Jack, waiting for his response.

Jack's reply hung in the air like a heavy cloud, his voice a somber murmur that revealed the depth of his guilt. His gaze dropped to his fidgeting hands, fingers twisting in anguish as he confessed, “It's all my fault...”

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as you witnessed the torment in Jack's eyes. In an attempt to ease the crushing weight of his self-blame, you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you said gently, your voice a soothing balm, “you're not alone in this. None of us expected it to go down like that.”

Sam, the voice of reason, chimed in from his seat at the table. His tone was calm and reassuring as he added, “Jack, we knew it wouldn't be easy. We'll figure this out together.”

Jack looked up at both of you. His eyes were pools of sorrow, and he seemed on the brink of tears, even though he didn’t know what emotions are. “But you guys almost got killed because of me. I couldn't control my powers, and I let them get too close.”

Before you could offer words of reassurance, Dean's voice cut through the room like a sharp blade, “That’s damn right,” he snapped. His anger was palpable, and you could feel the tension rise as he entered with a bottle of beer in his hand. You had been so focused on Jack's emotions that you hadn't noticed Dean approaching.

Your attention shifted to Dean, and it was clear that he had no intentions of concealing his rage. Such suppression was never in his nature. He scrutinized both of you with an intense gaze, his jaw clenched tight, the lines of his face etched with frustration and anger.

Dean proceeded to the table, his movements forceful as he shoved one chair back with a grating screech before taking a seat. The bottle of beer landed on the table with a heavy thud, emphasizing his simmering anger, and the room seemed to shrink with the weight of his emotions. It was a moment where words hung in the balance, and the fragile tension in the air threatened to shatter at any moment.

Jack’s connection to his human emotions was weak, but regret had clear place in his eyes, keenly sensed Dean's anger. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he shifted uncomfortably, his body language a reflection of the confusion within him. In a moment of desperation, he cast a furtive glance in your direction, silently pleading for support, his eyes searching for any sign of comfort.

You, on the other hand, found yourself torn between conflicting emotions. Your heart ached for Jack, understanding the crushing guilt that weighed on him, yet you also knew the importance of not undermining Dean's authority. It was a delicate balancing act that you had become all too familiar with, navigating in these tense moments.

Dean finally broke the oppressive silence, his voice laced with bitterness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud. “You know, Jack, your little power surge not only almost got us killed, but it also cost us Castiel at the very beginning of your existence. You may not remember, but he sacrificed himself to save you.”

Jack's expression remained stoic, but his eyes bore the weight of remorse as he regarded the hunter. “I didn't ask him to,” he replied, his voice carrying the burden of the past.

Dean's face remained unyielding, his anger unwavering in the face of Jack's distress. He leaned forward, his gaze locked on the young Nephilim. “Doesn't change the fact that he's gone because of you.”

The room seemed to shrink with the intensity of the moment, emotions swirling like a storm around the three of you. Jack's regret was a silent force, Dean's anger an unrelenting presence, and you, caught in the middle, felt the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy shroud.

You decided to step in, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as you tried to ease the heavy tension in the room. You spoke gently, "Dean, listen," in a calm and careful way, "Jack didn't want these powers, and he didn't want Cas to save him. None of us knew this would happen."

Dean looked at you, his anger softening just a bit as he heard your caring tone. You had been through a lot with the Winchesters, so you knew how emotions could run high.

But Dean, being stubborn as ever, couldn't let go of his anger towards Jack. He narrowed his eyes at you and replied with bitterness,

“Yeah, well, empathy won't bring Cas back,” he retorted, the pain of loss seeping through every syllable. “Neither will help any of the people who have been harmed today, because of him.”

Jack, still struggling to contain his emotions, lowered his head in acknowledgment. He understood the depth of Dean's anger, and he carried the weight of guilt knowing that nothing he said could bring back the angel who had given his life to protect him.

You exchanged a quick, supportive glance with Jack, a silent understanding passing between you two. Then, you turned your steady attention back to Dean, determined to break through the walls of resentment that had formed around him. “We're all hurting, Dean,” you said, your voice laced with sincerity. “But pointing fingers and blaming Jack won't change the past. We have to move forward together if we're going to face the challenges that lie ahead.”

Dean's jaw clenched, and he took another long, deliberate sip from his beer bottle, as if using the act as a moment of respite from his simmering anger. It was clear that he was still seething, but your words had managed to make some impact, no matter how small.

“Fine,” he grumbled, his anger not completely gone but his tone less harsh. He reluctantly agreed to try and move forward, but he was still stubborn. “But don't think for a second that I'm okay with any of this.”

You nodded, acknowledging Dean's raw emotions. “We know you're not, Dean. But we're a team, and we need to stick together.”

Jack, encouraged by your words and Dean's reluctant acceptance, finally found the courage to speak up again. “I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make amends and prove myself to all of you.”

Dean's gaze remained fixed on his beer bottle, and while he didn't offer immediate forgiveness or approval, he also didn't object further. It was a tenuous truce, fragile as glass, but it was some kind of a start, and everyone knows that the beginnings are always the hardest.

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kazuiislazy · 9 months

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MY SILLY MASTERLIST!! 🥳

Basically a masterlist of stuff i write except i haven't really written much (haha, i'm crying, i'm so busy rn)

Supernatural "Don't Leave." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"You're Perfect To Me." [Jack Kline x reader]

"Oblivious or Obvious?" [Castiel x reader]

some spn characters as college/highschool students [no pairing, just headcanons in general]

"Entranced." [Castiel x reader]

"Stop Pulling Away." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"No One Deserves That." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"Don't Stop." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"Take My Hand." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"All For You." [Michael x reader]

"Kill For You." [Michael x reader]

"You Drew Stars Around My Scars.." [Dean Winchester x reader]

LOTR/Lord of the Rings

"There's No Need To Apologise." [Aragorn x reader]

"The Plan." [Aragorn x reader]

"What's There To Like?" [Aragorn x reader]

Shadow & Bone

"You Should Be Scared Of Me." [The Darkling x reader]

"Did You Just-" [Kaz Brekker x reader] "Promise Me?" [Kaz Brekker x reader]

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rowyn-writes · 7 months

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Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Five

Warnings: Self hate, mentions of abusive ex, mentions of a minor character death, fluff

Characters: Reader, Dean, Michael, Jo

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

You had been living with Dean for five weeks now, and everything felt surprisingly normal. You both woke up early in the morning for work, so you got to have breakfast together. You liked having someone to talk to before going to work.

It was five in the morning as you and Dean shuffled around the kitchen in a comfortable silence. You had made some eggs and bacon for the both of you while Dean got ready for work. Since Dean passed the coffee shop to get to work, he would drop you off, and in return, you made him coffee to get him ready for the day.

"Mornin' sweetheart." Dean grumbles as he comes out of his room, yawning. His hair was still tousled from sleep. You chuckle softly at the sight.

"Morning, Dean. Forget to brush your hair?" You snorted. Dean laughs as he smooths down his hair.

"Maybe I was trying out a new style, Y/n, ever think of that?" He sniffed, pretending to be mad.

"Aw, c'mon now, you never change up your routine, so I find that highly unlikely. And besides, you can't be mad at me forever, I made you breakfast." You set his plate down on the table, pouring a glass of orange juice for him.

"I got damn lucky to have you as a roommate." He sighed happily as he ruffles your hair before sitting down at the table, tucking into his breakfast.

"I could say the same." You smile as you eat with him. Storm was still asleep on the window seal. Despite Dean buying a cat bed for him to get into his good graces, the cat refused to actually sleep in the bed. He just sniffed at it before going back to what he was doing.

Once you and Dean were finished with breakfast, he took the plates and put them in the dishwasher, starting a load. You went and grabbed your apron for work before heading out the door with Dean, sliding into his beautiful Impala. "I hope you know that if I actually still drove, I'd totally wanna take Baby for a joyride." You joked.

Dean laughs softly, his eyes crinkling up at the edges. "You're more than welcome to drive her anytime you need, sweetheart. I won't stop you."

"Oh, um, nah." You shook your head gently. "I don't really drive anymore. I um, I got into a really bad car crash about a year ago and I don't really drive anymore because of it." It was the first time you had really talked about the car crash with anyone other than Jo or Jack.

"I'm sorry to hear about that sweetheart. Was everyone alright?" He frowns, looking over at you.

"Oh, um, yeah, I just had a broken arm. . . The other driver was okay too."

Dean could tell that you wanted to drop the subject. "So, I was thinking, you don't work tomorrow, right? And you're done with exams?"

"Yeah, why?" You tilt your head curiously.

"Well," Dean said as he pulled into the parking lot of Chuck's. "I was thinking that tonight we go to my favorite bar and have some drinks, my treat. They're having karaoke tonight too, and I think it would be a lot of fun."

You mulled it over for a moment. You didn't drink much, but you thought this would be a good chance to get to know Dean a little better and let loose some. "I think that'd be a lot of fun, actually." You give him a gentle smile.

"Perfect, I get off work tonight at 5. I'll pick you up and take you home on my lunch break, I don't want you walking home alone or anything." Dean gives you a boyish grin, the one that you had come to adore.

"Thanks, Dean, you have no idea how much I appreciate your kindness." And it was true. Dean was kind to you when it felt like you hit rock bottom. Being evicted from you apartment was rough, and you never expected him to offer his home up to you. Even though you hadn't known Dean long, you trusted him, and it seems that he trusted you. You hated to think about where you'd be without him right now.

"Don't mention it, sweetheart. I'm just glad I could help you out. I've been where you've been before. My life has never been put together in the slightest, and there was a time when I had no place to go. I really could have used some help, and I want to be that person for you." He said softly, looking over at you.

"Well, I know I'm not much, but I'm here, and I can be the support you need. We can help each other." You offer him a gentle smile.

"I like the sound of that, Y/n, thank you." You lean over and give him a quick hug.

"I'll see you on your lunch break, then. Let me go make your coffee really quick." You went in and unlocked the doors, making Dean a brown sugar latte and grabbed him a scone before bringing it out to him. "Have a good day at work." I reach through the window and ruffle his hair before heading back inside to tackle the day.

Jo was the next person scheduled to come in, and you hoped it was one of those rare days that she was actually on time. You had talked to her many times before about her punctuality, but it never seemed to stick with her. She was your best friend, and you didn't want to have to reprimand her, but it seemed that it was going to have to come to that. Thankfully, she was on time today, and you didn't have to say anything to her.

"Thank god my car started." She said as she walked in, clocking in on the computer. "I was scared she wasn't gonna crank. I really need a new car."

"Well, you're here, that's all that matters. Today's a Wednesday, so I'm expecting it to be a good day for us. This is usually our dead day, so I think it should be okay with just the two of us until eleven when Maddison comes in."

The day went off without a hitch, the customers were nice, it was a slow day, and everything seemed peaceful. That is, until the end of your shift. Dean was on his lunch break and he was waiting for you to clock out so he could take you home. He didn't mind hanging out in the coffee shop, as he found it rather peaceful. The front door dinged, signaling that there was a customer inside. "Hey, welcome to Chuck's! We'll be right w-" You broke off as you stared up at the man in front of you. Michael. You could feel your heart pounding out your chest as he glared down at you. You hadn't seen him in nearly two months, what made him want to come confront you now?

"We need to talk." He said gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest. He was 6'3 and he towered over you. It was something that had always intimidated you, especially when you were together.

"We have nothing to talk about. You need to leave." You tried to make your voice sound strong and determined, but it came out as just a small squeak. You hated the affect he had on you. For years he made you feel small, and even after the break up, he could still make you feel that way.

"Oh we have plenty to talk about, Y/n. Like how one day you just changed the locks to the apartment and had all of my stuff sitting out in the hall?"

"And you're just now wanting to talk about this, huh? You had nearly two months to reach out to me and to talk about this, but you picked now as the prime opportunity? When I'm at work?"

"Oh please," He scoffed. "You can hardly call this a job. Besides, I've been busy with other things." Dean's head perked up at the sound of arguing. He looked over at you and Michael. He could clearly tell you were in distress.

"Michael, just fucking leave. You're not welcomed here. Our relationship is over and there's absolutely nothing for us to talk about. You cheated, you were abusive, you were a shitty ass boyfriend. What else do you want me to say? I've listed a billion reasons as to why we broke up and you still can't accept that."

"Don't speak to me like that." He grabbed your wrist. "I guess I better teach you some manners." You try to pull away from his grasp. Before you could even shout for help, a fist connected with Michael's jaw.

Dean looked pissed as he grabbed Michael by the shirt, slamming him against the wall. "What kind of pathetic coward lays hands on a woman?" He growled as he punched him again. "Come near Y/n ever again, and I swear to God himself, there will not be anything stopping me from beating you within an inch of your sad life. Got it?!"

You had never seen Dean so angry before, let alone get physical with someone. "And what's it to you, huh?! Why the hell do you care for some whore so much? Oh, I get it, you're fucking her, huh?" Michael laughed, throwing his head back.

Dean said nothing in return as he punched him once more before throwing him out to door. "Don't ever come near her again." Dean snarled before going to check on you. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he? I swear to God-"

"Dean. . ." You hugged him tightly. "I'm okay, he didn't hurt me. . . Thank you for sticking up for me." You whisper, tears in your eyes. Maddison and Jo watched as Dean wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"No one's going to hurt my best girl on my watch, I promise you that." He said lowly, gently rubbing your back. "I'm guessing he's your ex boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he is. . . I thought I was finally free of him, but he keeps popping back up like an infectious disease." You were holding back tears, not wanting to cry in front of Dean.

"C'mon sweetheart, let's get out of here." He wrapped his arm around you and led you out to his car. "Do you need me to stay with you? I can tell Bobby something came up."

You shook your head gently. "No, that's okay. . . I don't want to impose. I'll be okay until you get off work tonight. . . Honestly, I don't even what to think about what just happened. And it doesn't even surprise me that he came here. I guess I was just hoping he'd forget about me." You ramble on, looking at your hands.

"You wouldn't be imposing, sugar." He said, his voice soft and gentle. "If you need me, I'm here, okay? There's not much goin' on at the shop today, so Bobby can afford to be on his own for the rest of the day."

You felt tears brim your eyes as you kept looking at your hands, refusing to look Dean in the eye. "I-I could use some company. . . If t-that's okay." You whispered quietly. Dean tilts your head up gently with his finger so you would look at him.

"I'll stay with you as long as you need, darlin'." He then surprised you by kissing your head. He was so caring and gentle with you, which was something you weren't used to. He drove back to the house, letting you pick the music for the drive. Once you got back, he called Bobby and explained the situation before following you inside. He grabbed some blankets and popped some popcorn. "So, what movie should we watch? Comedy, rom-com, action?"

"You really don't have to do this for me, Dean. . ." You felt like a burden. You made Dean call out of work just so he could sit here and watch a movie with you. You were an awful friend and roommate.

"You're right, I don't have to, but I want to. . . You're my best friend, Y/n, I want to make sure that you're okay. You've had a stressful day, and you need to unwind a bit. Plus, work was slow, wasn't much for me to do. I'd much rather sit here with my favorite girl and cheer her up." He sits down beside you, draping his arm on the back of the couch.

You leaned into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you let the tears flow. "I-I just want to be rid of him. He never let's me have any peace."

"Shh," Dean whispered softly, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm here sweetheart. . . He won't hurt you as long as I'm around, okay?" He kissed your head again, making you feel comfort. Storm jumped up on the couch, settling himself in your lap, purring softly. "See, darlin'? Even Storm's here to help you." That made the tears stream down your face harder. It felt like you couldn't breathe. Everything that you had held in from the break up came bursting out all at once, despite your attempts at pushing it down. Dean held you in his arms as you cried. "Breathe, Y/n, I need you to breathe for me, okay?" He murmured gently. You tried to breathe, but it just came out as choked sobs. Your body was shaking as you cried. Dean let you know that he was here, and that you were safe. You knew he was right. Being in his arms was the safest place for you. You knew that Dean would never hurt you, and that he would do everything in his power to protect you.

Once you had calmed down, you found your voice. "Thank you for being here." Your voice was raw and hoarse from crying. Dean didn't mention it, he just smiled softly, kissing your temple.

"Of course, sweetheart. What are friends for?" He continued to run his fingers through your hair, as he could tell that's what was keeping you grounded. "We don't have to go out tonight, we can go some other time, I'm sure that you're tired after the day you've had."

You thought it over for a moment. "Actually, I think I still want to go out tonight. . . I just need to feel normal, and show that what he did doesn't get to me." You state confidently.

Dean grins at your confidence. "That's my girl." He let you get ready for your night out with him. You picked a pair faded ripped jeans from your draw, a black blouse, and a black leather jacket. You combed through your hair, trying to find a style you liked, eventually settling on having it braided. You came out of your room with a smile. Dean let out a low whistle as he saw you.

"You clean up nicely, darlin'." He grins. He was wearing a green flannel over a black shirt that fit him nicely and a pair of faded blue jeans. You couldn't help but smile at the compliment.

"Thanks, De. Shall we get going?" You grab you wallet as Dean grabs his keys.

"Let's go." He smiles, resting a hand on the small of your back as he leads you out the door. You were very aware of his hand against your back. But you shouldn't be thinking about that. Dean was your friend and roommate. You couldn't risk anything. You slid into the Impala as Dean going into the drivers seat. You grinned as the car roared to life. The car was absolutely gorgeous, and you'd love to have an old car like this. That is, if you still drove. Past pains rear its ugly head into your thoughts, making you think of things you wish you could forget. You push it aside. Tonight was about having fun with your best friend.

You showed the bouncer your ID and you were let into the bar with Dean. It was packed since it was karaoke night. You and Dean slid up to the bar, you ordered your favorite drink and Dean got a whiskey and coke. "So, ya thinking about gettin' up there and singing?" Dean smirked as he looked to you.

"Me? Nah, I can't really sing." You shrugged.

"One, that's bullshit. I hear you singing in the shower all the time and you sound amazing. And two, no one who sings karaoke can sing. I'll do it with you if you sing." He offered you up a smile. You could never resist that boyish smile he had.

"I hate you, I hope you know that." Despite your words, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

"Say what you want sweetheart. But hey, you get to pick the song and I can't complain."

"Oh really?" You smirked. "So if I picked a Taylor Swift song, you wouldn't say anything?"

"Hey, I can get down with TSwizzle, okay?" Dean held up his hands in defense. You couldn't help the laughter that racked through your body.

"You did not just say TSwizzle-" You continued to laugh, Dean joining in.

"All I'm sayin' is that you can pick whatever song you like."

You went up to the karaoke machine, scrolling through until you found the perfect duet for you two. I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. "We're up next." You grin as you pull Dean towards the stage. Dean followed you up on stage, grabbing the mic. "Ready?" Dean nods as the song starts. Despite having never heard the song, he did it justice. You never knew Dean could sing. When you sang your parts together, Dean smiled over at you, his eyes gleaming. Once the song was over, he helped you down from the stage.

"Y/n, you were amazing! I knew you had a good voice, but damn, that was beautiful." He praised you, gently patting your shoulder.

"Me? Dean, I had no idea you could sing like that. You were fantastic!" You gently punch his shoulder.

Dean chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck as the tip of his ears turn pink. "Thank you, sweetheart, I appreciate it." He grinned.

"Aaand I think that some of the girls over there found your singing attractive." You chuckled as you looked over to a group of girls that were eyeballing Dean. "You should go talk to them!" You encouraged.

"Nah," He shook his head. "This night is about you and me, and celebrating our friendship." He gave you a smile. You couldn't help the small butterflies you felt in your stomach. Instead of going off with a girl, he wanted to spend time with you. But at the same time, you felt bad, because you felt like you were keeping him from having a fun time.

You felt like screaming at yourself, because you always did this. Every time there was something good going in your life, you found a way to get in your head and overthink things. You wished you could turn those voices in your head off. Sometimes those voices got particularly loud, especially in times like these. You tried to push them away and have a good time with Dean, but you couldn't help it.

"You okay, Y/n? You got really quiet all of a sudden." Dean said softly. Damnit, he knew you too well.

"Oh, yeah, it's um, it's just been a long day, y'know?" You cleared your throat, looking up at him.

"We can head home if you'd like?" He suggested, tilting his head to the side.

"No no, I'd hate to be a bother. You look like you're having so much fun, and I don't want to ruin that." You spoke softly.

"Sweetheart, if you're tired or you just don't feel up to being here anymore, you can tell me. I won't be upset. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or feel like you have to stay for my sake. Besides, I don't care where we are, as long as we're together, I'm happy to spend time with you."

You gave him a soft smile. "I just don't think I'm in the right headspace right now." You sighed. "It's just been a long day with a lot going on. . . I promise to make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it, Y/n, we can just spend some time together and watch a movie if you'd like?"

"I'd really like that, De. . . Thank you." You whispered gently. Dean ruffled your hair and went to pay for the tab. You rode home in a comfortable silence as Dean hummed along to the radio. You were stuck in your own head again, per usual. You were leaned against the window, feeling the cool glass on your cheek.

"Are you sure everything's alright, sweetheart?" He asked, looking over to you. "You've been awfully quiet."

"I dunno, I'm just really struggling mentally today. After everything that happened this afternoon, I just feel so. . . empty?"

"I get it darlin'. What do you need? Do you need some time by yourself, or do you wanna curl up on the couch with me and watch some Dr. Sexy MD?" He questioned, his voice gentle.

"I think that spending some time with you could help. . ." You couldn't help but smile. You felt safe with Dean, and even though you were having a tough time, you knew that everything was going to be okay as long as you were with him.

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devilsmoth · 2 months

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Dead Rising (TFW x reader, Lucifer x reader?????)

Authors Note: I know this isn't the best thing I've ever written, but this is more just writing practice for me :] trying to get back into the swing of writing. Either way, I hope you enjoy it ! If not then I'm sorry ;w;

Warnings: Nothing, really. Language?

Pairing: I didn't write one in mind, though the way I ended up writing Lucifer I suppose it could be Lucifer x y/n if I make a sequel to this?

Prompt: "I thought you were dead!" / "Wow! The miracle of life!", "Just wishful thinking."

Words: 1,741

It was....weird. Death was weird, but then again it'd also be weird if it wasn't weird? Some sort of weird paradox. A weirdadox, if you will.

One moment, you were there, ready to fight alongside team Free Will, and then next you were just....gone? What was weird was that there wasn't even any pain, or if there was you certainly don't remember it. You've flirted with the concept of death many times before, all of them filled with unbearable pain and slight panic, but you've never actually died.

You weren't sure what happened, but there was no reaper to meet you, nobody to guide you to the other side. Dean and Sam were too busy fighting some stupid group of angels to notice you had died so abruptly. Or, at least you think you died? Question mark?

Your brows furrowed as you took a look at your surroundings, only to see Lucifer standing there with a smug smile on his face, and wiggling his fingers at you in some strange form of a wave. He was quiet, for now at least, instead pointing to something on the ground. Confusion was clear on your face as you followed where he was pointing, only to see your body on the ground.

You looked over yourself, searching for any signs of a wound, anything that would've attributed to your cause of death, but there was....nothing. No blood, no wounds, no gore, nothing. You looked back to Lucifer with a strange gaze, expecting him to explain just what the fuck is going on.

"Now," He begins, hands in front of him, "I bet you're wondering, 'Oh no, what happened, what am I, mehmehmeh,'" Lucifer takes on a high pitched, mocking tone, hands moving side to side as he speaks, "All good questions."

There was a long, silent pause, with him just staring at you.

"Oh, you want me to answer them." Lucifer announces in a bored tone.

"I think that would be the polite thing to do, yeah," You nod in agreement, "Especially since you were the one that killed me, I feel like I'm owed some kind of explanation."

"Huh?" He questions, but whether it's genuine confusion or he's exaggerating himself to mock you, you've no idea, "Dead? Do you see any reapers, y/n?" He asks, arms out as he turns around, as if he was looking for them himself, "You're funny, or maybe just stupid...Either way, no you're not dead."

"Dean!" You hear Sam call, "DEAN GET OVER HERE, NOW!"

Lucifer smiles when he hears the panic in Sam's voice. You turn to look at Sam, only to see him trying to shake you awake, calling your name. Dean comes running over, and checks you for a wound of any kind, and quickly becomes frustrated when he can't find one. Sam and Dean argue with one another for a good minute before they both finally agree on just getting you back to the car and heading back to the bunker as fast as humanly possible.

"Just, let's just get 'em in the car, alright?!" Dean commands, "Did you see what happened?"

"No, no, I-" Sam's words falter when he sees the angry and disappointed look on Dean's face, but he picks your body up easily, "I was fighting off Heaven's bodyguards Dean, just like you were!"

"I told you to keep an eye on 'em! You were the one that wanted them to come!" Dean argues as he opens the door for Sam to put you in the backseat, "I told you they should stay back at the bunker and work on researching, but nooooo-"

"Dean, they're obviously not dead!" Sam argues back in frustration, "So how about we wait to blame me for it, okay?"

Dean just grumbles as he gets into the car. The sight would've made you smile, if you weren't incorporeally separated from your own body, with still no explanation as the what the fuck happened, or what was even going on. Your gaze is back on Lucifer, this time with less confusion and more anger. Were you just here for his fucking amusement, or was he gonna get to talking? You glare at him, already plotting a way to kill him, and as if reading your thoughts, he puts his hands up in surrender.

"Hey, look," Lucifer begins, "I'll return you to your body, just as soon as I can get what I want."

"Oh yeah?" You question, "And what's that? Jack? A new haircut? Maybe a shower-"

"You wound me," He puts a hand over his heart in faux offense, "Don't worry your pretty head about it, alright?"

"So, what?" You question, crossing your arms, "You're just going to leave my body to rot until who fucking knows how long, just to have some leverage? You expect the maggots to avoid my decaying body just because I asked nicely?"

Lucifer just stares at you for a moment, and you swear you see a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. He sighs out heavily, whining in annoyance before he rolls his eyes and looks back to you.

"Fine," He snaps his fingers, and you feel a part of you...spirit? lurch, "There. Happy?"

"..." You look around, wondering what the Hell he did, before looking back at him like he was fucking insane, "What the hell was that?"

"I'll explain on the way, I'm not staying here until the sun rises just chatting with you," He ushers you forward, and you comply, mostly because what else were you gonna do? "Come on, there we go."

He raises his hand to snap his fingers a bit, before a thought crosses his mind, and he squints before looking down at you.

"Uh, hold your breath," Lucifer warns, "Otherwise you'll find out what astral projected spirit-vomit looks like."

You shoot him another crazed look before listening to him, and just as you start to wonder what the hell he was talking about, he snaps his fingers and suddenly you're teleported to his throne room. Ah, that makes sense now, Cas would tell you something similar. You also recall Dean mentioning something about angelic teleportation and constipation as a side effect.

Back at the bunker, Sam and Dean had managed to get you--or, rather, your body--back inside. Sam had set you on a couch nearby so that they could keep an eye on you while they tried to research what was going on with you. It just...didn't make sense. You had a pulse, a weak one, but a pulse nevertheless. There was no wounds, no blood no signs of some kind of spell, no hex bags, nothing. Not even a sign of a struggle. So what gives?

A couple hours had passed in mostly silence, occasionally broken up by one of the brothers chiming in with an idea, and the other shooting it down because you didn't have any of the symptoms. Poor Jack was also confused, but he was still trying his best to help Sam and Dean come up with an answer within the many books of the bunker.

Suddenly, without any hint or warning, you had sat up from the couch. The boys didn't notice you at first, until you had passed behind Sam, and Dean's hunter instincts kicked in. He looked up, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. He kicks his brother to get his attention, and Sam looks up in confusion, only to see what he was looking at and grow even more confused.

"Uh," Sam begins as he grabs your arm to stop you, "Woah, woah, slow down,"

"Yeah," Dean chimes in as you turn around with a raised brow, "What the hell happened to you?"

You simply shrug, "I'm not a fucking oracle, I don't know."

The response nearly gives them whiplash, you never talked like that. Dean's first idea was that you were possessed, and Sam puts a hand out to stop Dean moving to get his gun.

"Okay, okay," He speaks, thinking you're angry, "Do you remember anything?"

"I remember this place sucks," You shrug again, your tone flat and emotionless, "And that there's leftovers in the fridge I'd kill for right now."

"Oookay," Sam speaks cautiously, and the familiar sound of wings can be heard before a familiar presence enters the room, "So, you're okay?"

"I dunno, I guess?" You shrug again, "I could go for some cake right now."

"Okay, what the hell?" Dean chimes in again, "I thought you were dead!"

"Just wishful thinking."

"I feel I have missed something." Castiel announces a bit awkwardly.

"Y/N was dead, but now they're not." Jack explains with a smile.

"Wow! The miracle of life!" You roll your eyes and yank your arm out of Sam's grip, "I'm going to go make me something to eat, since the Brady Bunch is all caught up."

With that, you had left the room, and Castiel watched silently as you left. His eyes squinted for a moment, analyzing you before you disappeared into the kitchen. This was not good news. You were soulless, and given that Sam, Dean, and Jack were all confused as to what happened to you in the first place, Castiel is doubtful that they know who did it to you. The good news is that there's not a whole lot of candidates that could've done it.

A lot of people are dead.

Not that dead is a good thing, but it is in this instance. The bad news, is that really, it's just the one person he's suspicious of, and if it is that person, then there's no way they're returning your soul without something in return. He dreads to think of what Lucifer could want in exchange for your very soul. Oh boy.

"I know what is wrong," Castiel announces as he comes out of his thoughts, realizing Sam and Dean were arguing with each other again.

They both look to the angel, who quietly looks back at them.

Dean rolls his eyes, "Alright, you gonna tell us, sparky?" He shoots Castiel a look, who nods.

"Yes." Castiel takes in a breath, "Y/N is soulless, and given our short pool of candidates to choose from these days, I suspect it to be Lucifer's doing."

Sam and Dean were both quiet for a moment, looking to each other like they were having a silent conversation.

"You can do that?" Jack asks, and Castiel hesitates.

"Your father can, yes."

#supernatural #y/n #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #team free will #tfw x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer #x reader #imagine #blurb #idk at this point ?#just a lil thang i wrote XD #jack kline

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deanoheartspie · 1 year

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Imagine racing with Dean

Pairing: Short reader x Dean Winchester

A/n: Y/n/n (your nickname)

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“Ready.” “Set.” “Go!” Jack shouted with a huge smile on his face as he excitedly got a mini horn to let them know when to start.

The both of you start running as if your lives depended on it, how did this all start you might ask? Dean had been teasing you for months about how short your legs were and called you various nicknames. So you wanted to show him even with short legs you'd still beat him in a race, and let me tell you he was cocky as hell.

“What the hell-” Dean shouted as you ran to the finish line quicker then he did.

“Ha! In your face” You smile as you did a little dance, The green-eyed man stuck out his hand.

“Fair game Y/n/n, Now this calls for a celebration” He scoops you up and spins you around “What pie would you like?”

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #supernatural #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester one shot #jack kline #dean x female!reader

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imaginesforfandom · 5 months

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Misletoe Moments

what?! there's more?!

Jack Kline x Reaer

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.

Mistletoe Moments

The bunker was adorned with festive lights, stockings hung with care, and a towering Christmas tree that nearly brushed the ceiling. The Winchester brothers had spared no effort in transforming their home into a winter wonderland, complete with the scent of cinnamon and the warmth of a crackling fire.

Amidst the holiday cheer, Jack Kline, the Nephilim with a heart as pure as snow, marveled at the decorations. His eyes widened with childlike wonder as he took in the twinkling lights and the delicate ornaments that adorned the tree.

You, the reader, had been helping with the decorations, sharing laughter and stories as you worked alongside Sam and Dean. Jack couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of your smile. There was something about the holiday spirit that made everything seem brighter, especially when you were around.

One day, as Jack wandered through the bunker, he noticed a small sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway to the kitchen. Curiosity filled his eyes as he recalled the tales of holiday traditions he had heard from the Winchesters.

"Mistletoe," he mused to himself, the word rolling off his tongue with fascination.

Unbeknownst to Jack, you had caught wind of his musings. With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you decided to take matters into your own hands. It was Christmas, after all, and a little bit of festive magic never hurt anyone.

Later that evening, the bunker was alive with the sound of laughter and the aroma of holiday feasts. The three of you gathered around the table, sharing stories and savoring the warmth of the season.

As Jack reached for a plate, you subtly nudged him, directing his attention to the mistletoe above the doorway. A playful smile danced on your lips, and Jack's confusion turned into realization.

"Oh, mistletoe," he said, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I've read that standing under it means… well, it means something."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It's a Christmas tradition. If two people find themselves beneath the mistletoe, they're supposed to share a kiss."

Jack's eyes widened, his gaze flickering between you and the mistletoe. There was a moment of hesitation, but then a soft smile spread across his face. The warmth of the holiday season seemed to intensify as he took a step closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

Underneath the mistletoe, surrounded by the laughter of friends and the glow of Christmas lights, Jack Kline shared a sweet, magical kiss with you—a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of this special holiday season.

And so, in the bunker filled with love, laughter, and a touch of celestial magic, Christmas became more than just a celebration of tradition. It became a time of unexpected joy and the beginning of something beautiful for Jack and you.

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he deserves the world. no, scratch that, he deserves the universe!

#jack kline #jack kline x reaer #jack kline x you #jack kline x y/n #jack kline imagine #jack kline oneshot #supernatural #spn fanfic #spn

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multifandomimagines1522 · 2 years

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Imagine

Dean: listen, have I ever put you in a situation where your life is at risk?

Sam: Yes.

Cas: Quite frequently.

Jack: More often than not.

Y/n: At least once a day.

Dean: Well then you should be used to it by now and should no longer be surprised.

#dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean x y/n #spn #supernatural #dean winchester fluff #au dean winchester #dean winchester angst #dean x ofc #impala #sam winchester imagine #castiel #jack kline #sam winchester #supernatural imagine

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velnias1 · 1 year

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Men (characters) who own my soul In no particular order, a list:

1) Kent Fisher

2) Xavier Thorpe

3) Xavier Thorpe again

4) Ron Weasley

5) Guzma

6) Regulus Black

7) Harry Hook

8) Xavier Thorpe once more

9) Draco Malfoy

10) Blaise Zabini

11) George Weasley

12) Poe Dameron

13) Bucky Barnes

14) Dean Winchester

15) Jack Kline

16) Rodrick Heffley

17) Eddie Munson

18) Steve Harrington

19) Johnathan Byers

20) Xavier Thorpe 🖤

…what even is my type please tell me lol

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too-many-baes · 2 years

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The Cambion & the Nephilim

Pairing: fem!Cambion!reader x Jack Kline

Warning(s): N/A

Word Count: 1.7K

Request: "Hi! Could I please request Jack Kline with a cambion (demon and human hybrid) significant other?" - by Anon

A/N: Woohoo, Non-Stop August keeps on keepin' on. This is a heinously old request, so I am so sorry anonny and I hope you're still active to enjoy it!

I still have a few days at the end of August to fill in, so if you have any requests don't be shy, send 'em in x

You stand in your almost completely hidden spot behind a tree by the bunker, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth and hopping from foot to foot.

You knew Jack could never afford to give you a precise time of when he’d be emerging to meet you, due to the Winchester’s erratic sleep schedule, but the waiting was always the worst bit, no matter how prepared you were for it. You currently had only been waiting 40 minutes tonight, your record being 2 hours. Every time you found yourself second guessing whether or not you should hang around, Jack’s happy face cleared any lingering doubts.

Sometimes you caught yourself wondering what your father would say, or any of your fathers’ friends. A Cambion, half demon, half human, hanging around and waiting for a Nephilim, half angel, half human, to sneak out from under his guardians’ noses. You could hear it now, the taunting and teasing, the chiding and laughing. You were a Cambion, chasing around after some Winchesters play thing like a dog with a bone.

“It’s Jack.” You were broken out of your thoughts with hands covering your eyes from behind. You giggle to yourself, pulling his hands away and turning to face him, keeping one hand in your hold.

“That’s not how that goes Jack, remember you have to say ‘guess who’ first?” You relay, correcting him on the greeting you’d told him about last week. He seems confused but relents that he’d gotten it wrong, simply smiling down at you, happy to be back in your company.

“So, what are we doing tonight?” He asks as he gets into the passenger seat of your beat-up old Camaro.

“I thought we’d go see a movie.”

“Which one?” He asks excitedly.

“Whichever one you want.” You pull up at the theatre and head inside, giving Jack’s arm a tug as he goes to head for the queue. He looks at you in confusion before a devious smile spreads across your face.

“This your first rodeo partner?” You question, knowing full well that it probably was. “You don’t pay for your ticket, you wait until the staff are too busy and you sneak in.”

“Isn’t that stealing?”

“I guess technically, but barely.” He seems hesitant at first, as he always was, but you fix him with a smile that has him agreeing to your plan. Just like you knew he would.

On paper the two of you shouldn’t have gotten along the way you did, but in a way you thought that you balanced each other out. You were both stuck in your weird situations, of no doing of your own, of being half of two worlds. Not quite human and not quite supernatural, it was clear when the two of you met that you were lost, searching desperately for how you fit into the bigger picture.

Sure, Jack was innocent and naïve, and you were reckless and liked to live on the edge. You made Jack live on the wild side a little, and he pulled you back when you were going to far. You figured that between the two of you, you’d figure everything out just fine.

You creep in and pull Jack into the bathrooms with you, instructing him that you’d have to hide for 5 minutes before you were sure the hostess would be gone. He seemed alarmed to be in the girls bathrooms at first, telling you that Dean had told him he wasn’t allowed to go in there, but you shushed him and calmed his nerves by telling him that everyone who needed to go would’ve gone well before now.

With your time up you pull on his hand with a devilish grin, peeking your head out of the door to double check the coast was clear. With a childish glee on your face you lead him quickly into the cinema and claim 2 seats in the otherwise completely empty back row. You turn your head and let a giggle out, resting your chin on his shoulder to whisper into his ear.

“See, how easy was that?” He looks down at your grinning face and smiles back, giving you a reassuring nod before fixing his eyes on the screen.

You hadn’t actually bothered to check what was playing, but to your amusement it was a fairly B-grade horror movie. The special effects were that poor that you found yourself laughing at a lot of the scenes, earning you a glare or 2 from other patrons.

Jack however was not enjoying himself. Whenever you’d laugh he’d cover his eyes with his hands, or nuzzle his head into your neck while covering his ears. You couldn’t help but stroke his hair whenever he did, eventually offering up a hand which he gladly accepted, squeezing on it throughout the movie.

“I don’t think I like horrors.” You don’t mean to, but one look at his ashen face has you peeling with laughter. Jack’s brows that were initially furrowed at your reaction eased as the laughter took a hold of him too, making you look like 2 giggling idiots. Although you often found yourselves in this exact same moment, laughing with each other night after night, you never got sick of the sound.

As much as you hated to admit it you knew you had to get Jack home soon, lest either of the brothers should awake to find him missing. You had had a couple of close calls, but you planned your evenings well enough that you always managed to evade them.

It would seem your luck had run out tonight though. You pull up to the outside of the bunker, shitty pop song blaring on the radio as you sang along and Jack enjoyed listening, to see that you were greeted by both of the Winchester brothers. You involuntarily roll your eyes, taking your time in putting the car into a rolling stop.

As soon as the car had ceased its movements Dean was yanking open the passenger side door and grabbing Jack’s arm, pulling him out of the car.

“What do you think you’ve been doing?” You hear Dean ask as you too get out of the car, unsure whether the question was directed at you or Jack.

“Chill papa D,” you decide to answer, raising your hands in mock surrender, “I’ve returned your precious little angel, not a scratch upon that pretty face of his.”

“Now you listen here,” Dean replies, releasing Jack and advancing on you with a finger pointed, “you stay away from Jack, you hear me?”

“Dean.” Jack chimes in from his spot beside Sam. Dean turns his head to look at him as he talks. “She’s my friend.”

“Do you even know what she is?” Sam queries. Jack simply nods at Sam, looking between the brothers with that innocent gaze that told everyone he couldn’t see the problem.

“So then you know she’s bad news.” Dean fixes his gaze back on you, his hard stare that was clearly meant to intimidate running off of you like water on a duck’s back.

“Jack’s not some easily corruptible child you know. He can make his own decisions, and that includes who he hangs out with.”

“Not where you’re concerned.” You let a tsk pass through your lips, looking at Sam with a look that was supposed to shame him for speaking. Dean retreats from you, going to whisper in Jack’s ear. The man’s whisper may have been a yell where you were concerned, and you caught his sentence as clear as a bell.

“You are not to see that girl again, you hear me? We’ll talk more inside, go.” Jack remains standing in place with his eyes sullenly fixed on you, to Sam’s shock and Dean’s annoyance.

“C’mon toots, can’t you let a girl say goodbye?” Dean looks ready to boil over at your attitude but a cough from Sam has him simmering down. A pat on the back and a nod towards you from the tallest Winchester was all the encouragement Jack needed to hastily make his way towards you, throwing his arms around your waist as your arms hold him firmly around his neck.

“They’re not going to let me see you again.” His words were muffled by your neck, but he raises his head and fixes you with a confused glance when a chuckle escapes your mouth. With his arms still around your waist you place your hands on either of his cheeks, fixing his face to you as you speak.

“You really think I’m going to let the Winchesters keep you from me?” His frown immediately transforms, but you shake your head at him at the motion. “No no, keep that frown in place Jack, they need to think that you’re still upset.”

He nods in understanding, placing a far more comical version of his earlier frown on his face. You place a delicate and lingering kiss on his cheek, pulling him in close so you could whisper in his ear.

“I’ll be waiting outside on Friday. Now go act heartbroken.” As if to sell the scene, when Jack pulls away from you he refuses to release one of your hands as you go to walk to your car. Sam sympathetically walks over and claps his shoulder, your hand becoming free in the same instance.

You seat yourself in the driver’s seat and forlornly smile at Jack, starting the car before blowing a small kiss to him. He makes a show of catching it and clutching it to his chest, bringing a smile to your face as you pulled away from the bunker.

As you look in the rear view mirror you could see the Winchesters shuffling back inside with Jack in tow, although his eyes remained on your disappearing car.

You smile to yourself and turn up the radio again, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to the beat.

If the Winchesters seriously thought that telling you off would be enough to keep you away from the Nephilim then they had another thing coming.

You weren’t going to let either of you keep living the half existence you’d been trapped in before you met. Your halves completed each other, and if the Winchesters weren’t so prejudiced against your kind they’d be able to see that too.

No matter. You were going to see your angel on Friday.

Winchesters be damned.

#jack kline x reader #jack kline reader insert #jack kline imagine #jack kline fanfiction #jack kline fanfic #spn #supernatural one shot #jack kline one shot #supernatural imagine #supernatural reader insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #non-stop august #too many baes #too many baes non-stop august #no y/n #writing #mine

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deanbrainrotwritings · 4 months

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— DESIRE (THE WANTON SONG)

SUMMARY : dean looks delicious in a suit, that’s it.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : castiel, jack kline

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, p in v, unprotected sex (21 years of prison), car sex, smut, teasing, funnies (but maybe that’s the coffee talking)

WORD COUNT : 2.8k

A/N : led zeppelin song title. y’all… YALL! Dean’s so hot and I actually had coffee and so that’s why I’m… you know, imagine that this is really, really quickly spoken in your head :D XXXXXX

Was anyone really going to lie or hide the truth about how absolutely ravishing Dean looked in suits?

One thing Y/n knew was that she wouldn't be making that mistake. The only problem with that was that Cas and Jack decided to join them while Sam stayed at the Bunker recovering from a stomach bug with Eileen at his side.

Should she feel bad for how turned on she was?

He was just… existing.

Still, he must know what he’s doing. Placing his hand on her thigh, mindlessly brushing his fingers along the inside as he drove. And he sang. He was singing, playfully. Making her laugh.

And every time she laughed, he’d squeeze her thigh, and grin at her boyishly. She’d bite her lip, unable to resist his happiness. When they stopped at a red light or a stop sign, he’d lean over, and kiss her cheek, then he’d murmur something sweet into her ear. Her heart would flutter, her breath would hitch, and then he'd press one soft kiss to her lips.

If Cas and Jack hadn’t been in the back seat, she would have grabbed Dean by his tie and pulled him on top of her. That would be dangerous—considering that he’s driving—but, hey, it’s just a daydream.

She just wanted him, everywhere, like… all over her body. His lips and his hands. His body above hers and his skin moving against hers. God… it was worse than normal, her desire for him.

He was just so… irresistible. Not just because of how insanely attractive he is. It’s a combination of everything that makes him who he is. Adorable. Kind. Selfless. Brave. Funny. Smart. The list was endless, but every little thing was there, blooming deep in her heart, weaved intricately into her soul, growing hot like a star. At the end of it all, at the farthest edge of everything that she was, it was love built entirely of Dean.

Her mind was elsewhere. She started to lag behind as they walked into the police station and Dean weaved his fingers through hers to keep her in pace with him. She subtly checked Dean out from behind, broad shoulders, firm ass, hot… all over. She had to resist slapping his ass and grinned to herself at the thought.

Cas went ahead and started to talk to one of the detectives on the case while Jack looked around aimlessly. Dean pulled her hand to stop her from joining the angel and nephilim. He leaned forward, his nose brushing against her cheek, his lips ghosting over her earlobe, warm breath hitting her neck.

“You okay?” He asked, pulling away slightly, and looked into her eyes. He held her jaw tenderly and his thumb brushed along her bottom lip, causing her to inhale sharply. A spark from his hand on her mouth made heat rise up her face, but she nodded anyway. “You sure? You’ve been quiet, spacey,” he murmured, leaning forward to brush his lips against her.

“I’m okay,” she whispered against his mouth. Dean placed a chaste kiss on her lips and kissed her cheek afterwards.

“Okay,” he conceded hesitantly, circling his arm around her waist. Dean lead the way to where Cas and Jack were waiting patiently, having quiet conversation with each other. Jack looked confused at whatever Cas was trying to explain to him while Cas looked adorably exasperated. “Let’s go,” Dean smiled at the two of them, walking to where the officers placed the woman they’d just arrested.

“Actually,” Cas stopped Dean with a hand on his chest. Dean lifted a brow and glanced down at Cas’ hand. “This would be a great opportunity for Jack to learn how to properly interrogate witnesses on cases. You two should take a look at the footage from the mini-mart,” Cas suggested firmly, but he waited for Dean’s approval anyway.

Dean’s lips parted, he looked down her before looking back at Cas. He crossed his arms over his chest and it was oddly arousing. “You sure it’s not ‘cause you suck at using technology,” Dean teased with a smirk.

The deadpan expression on Cas’ face made it funnier, somehow. He sighed and stepped closer to Dean, looking down at both their shiny black shoes. “I’m being serious, Dean,” Cas muttered, but Dean had a smug smile on his face that she knew Cas wouldn’t let slide when he looked up into green eyes. “Besides, you couldn’t figure out how to get Netflix to play on the television, Y/n had to do it.”

Dean might have actually gotten offended. He shut his mouth, a firm line of his lips made those adorable little dimples of his to appear at the upper corners of his mouth. She stifled a laugh, and looked down at her heels, but Dean noticed anyway. Jack was the only one looking away, his gaze fixed across the room where the vending machine was.

“Agents,” one of the detectives called from the interrogation room, staring at the four of them.

“Whatever,” Dean murmured, turning away from them. He left her there with their friends. She grinned up at Cas and he failed to resist a smile. Blue eyes looked down while she patted his chest as a goodbye before she jogged to catch up with Dean.

“So,” she tried breaking the ice, hooking her arm around his as they walked to the room where they could watch the footage, “wanna place a bet?” Dean grunted in response, to which she took as a yes. “100 bucks, it’s a shifter,” she offered, letting go of his arm when he opened the door for her to enter first.

“If it’s anything but a shifter… I get to call the shots on everything we do together for six months,” he said distractedly, beelining to the nearest computer.

“Uh, no,” she laughed, “one month.” Dean glanced at her, it wasn’t anger, but there was something fiery in those forest greens of his that made her pussy clench around nothing. Her breath hitched, but she hid it with a sniffle.

“Four months.” There was a finality to his words that made her shiver. She couldn’t disagree, and anyway, Dean’s ideas were never awful. Dean leaned over the table, and started to type away skillfully at the keyboard, giving her time to consider his compromise, before he pulled the video footage up.

Had he not been waiting for the deal to be sealed with her agreement, she would have dwelled on the wave of arousal flooding between her legs at the sight of him proving Cas wrong about his ability to understand technology.

She stepped closer to Dean, sitting on the table—very close to him.“Cheater,” she smiled playfully, he knew she’d never fold. Dean looked up at her, one hand on the keyboard, the other on the mouse. “Deal,” she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.

Dean immediately let go of the keyboard and mouse to step between her legs and kiss her hard. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to the edge of the table, and tangled his fingers in her hair. She moaned into his mouth, lewdly brushing her tongue against his when he pushed into her mouth. With a final, hot, firm suck of her tongue, he pulled away breathlessly with a rosy tint on his cheeks.

She blinked the daze of his hearty lips away, and smiled dreamily, swinging her feet, her heels slipping off her feet slightly as she watched him work. She needed to fuck him, but she forced herself to look away from the pinched concentration of his brows, and the way he chewed on his lip.

She analysed the video with Dean a few times before switching to other cameras around and within the mini-mart. A few people came in and out, no one remotely suspicious or dangerous, nothing supernatural about them either.

“I don’t see anything,” Dean muttered, replaying the last video of the inside of the store. He watched it again for good measure. It showed the woman the detectives arrested serving herself a blue raspberry slushie from the machine with a woman standing next to her, asking for a taste.

She leaned the cup over to her lover, or friend, or whatever she was meant to be. She took a sip and they walked together to the register, the man barely paid any attention to them as they spoke.

“Right there, look,” she told him, Dean raised a brow and rewinded the video. She mischievously ducked under his arms, and placed her hand over his on the mouse, bending over the desk like he was doing so her ass brushed against his crotch. Dean grunted softly, moving away slightly with his hands on her hips.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he whispered, squeezing her hip. She tried to remain composed, as much as she wanted to keep teasing and possibly do more, she genuinely found something.

Ignoring the throb in her clit, she teasingly asked, “uh, hello?” Dean’s hands flexed on her hip and then he pressed himself against her ass, to see what she saw. “You win the bet, it’s a siren,” she pointed out, pausing on the reflection of the monster’s terrifying face.

“Okay,” Dean whispered, letting her stand straight. “At least if it gets to me or you, it’s toxin won’t work,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her head.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve always been perfect to me, the one person I could lean on, the one person I knew would never lie to me, or do what Sam did… you’re-”

“Reliable, boring,” she finished for him, crossing her arms insecurely.

“Kind, trustworthy, and good,” he corrected firmly, “you still are, there’s nothing I’m keeping inside, nothing… bad… because you’ve never failed me.” She turned to face him, stomach fluttering, flustered by his steadfast reasonings.

“I can be stubborn and repetitive,” she reminded him, they’ve been angry at each other a few times in the past. Frustrated is the more correct word for it than angry. She didn’t want him to be wrong, or to end up making him feel bad if it worked on either of them.

“Caring and empathetic,” he corrected again, his hands sliding into the pockets of his black slacks. He stepped close to her and narrowed his eyes at her self-deprecating words. Oh, wow, she felt small, and hot, and wet. “Stop arguing with me, I’m older than you. That makes me always right,” he tried to lighten the mood, she smiled softly at him, and laughed.

“You’re right, I don’t think it’s toxin will work,” she agreed despite her doubts. Dean smiled, but tilted his head inquisitively. “You trusted it… or whatever… because it gave you the one thing you wanted most, a family, but now, you’ve got most of what you wanted back then, Sam’s not doin-”

“I don’t pay for therapy sessions, sweetheart,” he dismissed bashfully, slipping his hands out of his slacks to reach out for her hips and tug her towards him.

“Uh, well… there’s always sex,” she suggested seductively, locking her fingers together behind his neck. Dean leaned forward, his nose brushed against hers, and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Sex is pleasure, not business, sweetheart,” he murmured. She felt one of his hands fall from her hip, then she felt a rough, arousing spank on her ass. She yelped while he laughed and lifted her back up on the table. “I love you, you know that?” He asked softly, pressing kisses along her jawline.

“Yes,” she whispered, hooking her fingers on his belt loops to tug him closer between her legs. She wiggled around and got the pencil skirt high enough to let her spread her legs wider for him. Dean finally kissed her, his fingers slowly ghosting along the inside of her thighs, moving higher.

She moaned against his mouth, impatiently waiting for him to touch her where she needed him most. Dean’s kiss became steamier, he pressed closer into her mouth, tongue slowly gliding over hers.

“Can you feel how wet I am for you?” She mumbled when he panted for breath against her mouth. His fingers finally grazed her wet heat and he groaned, roughly burying a hand in her hair. He tugged at the soft locks of her hair and drew circles around her entrance before sliding his fingers up to her clit.

“We need to ditch Cas and Jack,” Dean murmured desperately, pulling his hand out from between her legs much to her dismay. Dean kissed her forehead softly.

“That’s mean,” she pouted jokingly, leaning back with her hands flat on the table.

“Okay, maybe I won’t ditch them, but… I’ll drop them off at the motel, there’s a place on the way,” he informed her, then sucked his fingers clean of her wetness.

“God, you look fuckable,” she giggled, gazing at him flirtatiously.

He flushed red—well, redder. “What?”

“It’s not a secret.” She shrugged casually, playing with his bright red tie. It only made him look hotter. Wickedly so.

“What isn’t?”

“That you look hot in suits,” she laughed, pulling his tie to bring him down for a quick kiss to emphasise her feelings.

“Really? You think so?” He laughed softly against her lips.

“Everyone knows that.”

“I don’t care about everyone, I’m asking about you.” He bit his lip, amused, and squeezed her thighs.

“Yes.”

“I’m ditching them, they’ve got wings,” Dean gave in. He took her hand, pulling her off the table. She quickly fixed her heels and skirt, following him as a zap of excitement coiled up her spine.

“Let me text them first!”

“Seriously? Here?” She laughed, unbuttoning her shirt as fast as she could while Dean fumbled and removed his belt. Dean stared up at her, smiling from ear to ear, and she rolled her eyes at him halfheartedly.

“It’s an abandoned mall’s parking lot,” he reasoned, lifting his hips up to shove his boxers and slacks down all at once. “No one’s finding us here,” he reassured her, hands impatiently roaming up her thighs to lift the tight pencil skirt.

“Like you care,” she teased him, moving forward on her knees. The cotton blanket he placed covered the leather booth-seat, silencing the typical squeak of leather beneath them. Dean spluttered and shrugged indifferently, pulling her shirt out of her skirt to shove his hands inside her bra, and pulled down so her breasts spilled out. She held the door of the Impala, squeezing hard beside his head, and started to lower herself down on him with her fingers curled around his cock.

Dean’s mouth fell open, and he closed his eyes, moaning her name softly. Her pussy clenched around him as she gazed down at his face, her heart stuttering in her chest. His eyes fluttered open, and he bit his plump lip, smirking at her—like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Fuck,” she shuddered. Dean brought her closer, depositing wet kisses along her sternum and cleavage, all the while he gazed up at her from beneath his lashes. She could feel herself get wet around him, getting tighter, her breath hitching as she sank down lower and lower, taking every inch of him.

“You’re hot, too,” he whispered, “in heels, or naked, or in my bed, or… in my car, especially on my dick.” Dean grinned playfully, and cupped her breast, squeezing gently, his calloused palm created delicious friction against her nipple. “You make sexy faces, like the one I just made-”

“Oh, shut up,” she laughed, circling her hips once she’d sunk all the way down on his cock, his blunt fingernails digging into the flesh of her thigh.

“Really?” He teased breathlessly, bringing his two hands to her ass to squeeze and then slap roughly. She gasped and dropped her forehead on his, circling her hips excruciatingly slow. “I thought you liked it when I told you dirty stuff when we have sex. You know… like how badly I wanna cum when I see you every morning? It’s true, by the way,” he teased quietly, kissing her jaw, and bucked up into her pussy when she pushed herself up with her hands pressed against the window of the Impala.

“Drives you crazy, doesn’t it?” He asked, brushing her hair away from her face lovingly. “Sure drives me crazy. Ya know… your hot face, the… pretty sounds you make—all of you. The way you taste… all of you. The smell of your skin and your hair. All the dirty things you say.” She moaned softly, and Dean scooted up slightly, panting against her lips as she started to lift herself up and down again on his lap. “You have no idea how much I love you,” he whispered, his hands travelling along her sides.

“You have no idea how much I love you, Dean,” she laughed softly, cupping his cheeks. She tilted his head up and kissed him long, lips pressed firmly against his to pour every ounce of tenderness and love that flowered inside her heart, connecting the strands of her soul to his, and fusing her burning adoration for him like two colliding stars.

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Supernatual Masterlist

One Shots

Permission To Go Out - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

‘Green Thumb’ Curse - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

Hunting High - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic)

Bitten - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Waiting - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Elf-On-The-Shelf Trouble - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic) (Holiday Special)

Calls, Cases and Slasher Week - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)

Wholesome - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)

Discipline Struggles - Reader, Dean, Mary (platonic), Jack Kline (mentioned)

Y/n Knows - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Reader (platonic)

Tuesday #66 - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Easter Hunt - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Heat Of A Lie - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Act Your Age - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Surprise - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

The ‘Talk’ - Dean, Jack (platonic)

A Tense Conversation - Dean x Reader

Not Family - Dean x Reader

Trust Me - Castiel x Reader

Accidental Summons - Castiel x Reader

Can You Relax? - Castiel x Reader

Tipsy and Flirty - Castiel x Reader

Facing The Devil - Castiel x Reader

Bring Castiel Home - Castiel x Reader

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Imagine trying to convince the angels to cast out Casifer

Imagine lusting for Castiel after being affected by Famine

Imagine Castiel needing to touch your soul to recharge and retrieve Sam and Dean

Imagine sharing a PB&J sandwich with Castiel

Imagine Dean and Sam walking in on you and Castiel during an argument

Imagine punching Castiel when he tags your ribs with Enochian protection

Imagine revealing the truth behind the 'second shelf corner'

Imagine being an angel and confessing to Castiel how you handled his death

Imagine Dean comforting you when Castiel has a crush on another human

Imagine refusing to pray to Castiel

Imagine preparing to attack Demon!Dean when Sam brings him into the bunker

Imagine trying to handle Dean while he's freaking out with ghost sickness

Imagine messing with Dean when he mind-melds with a dog

Imagine sitting on the hood of the Impala as Dean fixes the headlights

Imagine trying to convince Sam to take care of himself in his pursuit to save his brother

Imagine knocking Sam out when he refuses to take a break for himself

Imagine finding Jack at the foot of your bed eating breakfast

Imagine getting trapped in a Doctor Sexy episode with the Winchesters

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Imagine being cursed 'to be normal' along with Dean and Sam

Imagine reminiscing about your strangest solo-hunt with the Winchesters and Castiel

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And Sit Unseen, With Only the Inner Upheld - Jack Kline Imagine [Supernatural]

Title: And Sit Unseen, With Only the Inner Upheld

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Based On: De Selby (Pt. 1)

Word Count: 1,189 words

Warning(s): mention of loneliness

Summary: Two Nephilims find themselves taking shelter with the Winchesters. However, no safety and security could match up to true connection and understanding.

Author's Note: Here we go! It's started!!

Also, if you have a problem with me using they/them pronouns for Jack, then don't fucking read this. Just leave it alone. I am not going to change it, so sitting and complaining to me about it is just gonna waste both of our time.

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I don't remember when I had started to sit in the armchair in the corner of the bunker library when I couldn't sleep.

I just knew that it had become a habit that I had no interest in changing.

It was nice in there. The light of the table wasn't too bright. The chair was nice. Well, nicer than any of the other seats in the bunker. It was the only one that seemed to have a halfway decent cushion on it besides the couch in the Dean Cave.

That small chair, lit by that small lamp, in the quiet of the night, had become my safe space.

It was the only peace that I had.

There was no pressure about my existence. No push for me to live up to this concept that had never been allowed to exist long enough to be proven true or false.

I was a Nephilim. I had done a very good job hiding it. My father- some unknown angel that was hunted almost as soon as I had been born- had done all he could do to protect me. He taught my mother everything that she could do after he was gone.

I had been hiding my whole life. From angels, demons, and humans alike. I was a target. I knew that all too well. I was a timebomb in their minds.

I was the same thing to the Winchesters.

They could hide it all they wanted. Deny it and promise that they trusted me. I could see through it. I saw their worried looks whenever I got upset. I saw their fear whenever my powers needed to come out. I saw that this bunker wasn't just the "permanent place to stay" that they tried to promise it was. It was a cage.

To the Winchesters, I was the scariest thing that they had ever been met with.

And then, Jack was born.

A Nephilim. Just like me.

Expect, they weren't.

Jack was a special case. Not simply a Nephilim, but the child of an archangel. Not simply the child of any archangel, but the child of Lucifer.

If I was a timebomb, Jack was a dying star waiting to expand.

The Winchesters were far more scared of Jack than they were of me. Dean was ready to kill the kid as soon as he could. Sam tried to be kind, but I could see his nervousness. Not that I didn't understand it; he was bad at hiding it.

So, yes, I found peace in the night. Peace in the silence and loneliness. If I couldn't have someone near me that would understand my thoughts and anger, then I would find that comfort within myself.

I had spent what felt like hundreds of nights in that library.

I had been caught there once.

It was like any other night that I had spent there. I was quiet, staring up at the ceiling. Nothing in particular on my mind. I was merely allowing myself to float. Exist in the darkness.

"(Y/n)."

I jumped when I heard my name. I could barely see Jack standing in just on the other side of the table. They put their hands up when they saw me flinch.

"Sorry," they muttered quickly.

I ran a hand over my face. "What are doing up, Jack?"

"I... I don't know," they confessed. "I just... I felt like I needed to come out here."

I raised an eyebrow. "Okay... did you want to sit?"

"Can I?" the grin that crossed their lips made my heart swell a bit.

"Grab a chair," I nodded toward the table behind them. I had no intention of giving up my spot.

Jack sat in the space next to me. They didn't talk for a while. Instead, we both just sat in silence together, waiting as the seconds ticked by.

"I know what it's like," I said quietly. Jack looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. "We don't sleep as much as the Winchesters. I know the feeling of not wanting to hide in those covers the entire night when you aren't tired."

"Is that why you sit out here," they asked.

"Partly."

"What's the other part?"

I paused, scanning my eyes along their facial expression for a moment. I don't know what I was looking for. It wasn't going to be judgment. Maybe I was looking for that ever-so-familiar look of fear.

Jack had been the only person to never offer me that worried look that I had come to know so well from the Winchesters.

"I like the nighttime," I explained. Another set of furrowed eyebrows. "I didn't know what it was like to have time to relax before I came to the bunker. I was always running or at least, ready to run. And now that I can relax when it's late, I like to properly enjoy it. It's the only time that I'm not reminded of how dangerous I am."

There was a small pause before Jack spoke up, "I don't think that you're dangerous."

I grinned. "Thanks. If only Sam and Dean felt the same way."

Jack was silent after that, just looking at me.

"They mean well, but they don't keep us here just to keep us safe," I said. I felt dread bubbling up in my stomach. "To them, keeping us here is also the easiest way that they can... deal with us if one of us turns out... evil. They may never fully trust either one of us and there's nothing we can do about that."

"Oh," they muttered.

"Sorry," I looked down at my hands.

"It's okay."

Another silence consumed us. I tilted my head back, looking back at the ceiling above us. The space that once felt empty and peaceful now felt like it was suffocating from the reality of our situation. And it was my fault. I had disrupted my own sanctuary.

"I trust you," Jack added, cutting through the weight of the silence as if it were nothing.

I looked at them.

They grinned at me.

"Thank you," I replied. "I trust you too, Jack."

"Can I stay out here with you a little while longer?"

"As long as you'd like."

The silence that followed was calming. More calming than any of the nights that had occurred before that.

I had gotten so used to being alone that I never thought about how nice it would be to have someone. Not just have someone but have someone who could truly understand how I felt and how I thought.

It was nice.

I reached over and grabbed Jack's hand.

For the first time, I didn't feel a need to push away the thoughts of who or what I was. I was able to exist in this peace without separating my powers from the rest of me.

I found myself begging to feel like this forever. To finally have a place with no fear or anger or confusion. To finally feel as if what I was wasn't some mistake that was made.

I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, the lamp seemed to be too bright of an interruption.

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Imagine Jack getting protective when a guy assaults you

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You and Jack had been dating for about a few weeks and it was utterly blissful. He was the sweetest boy on Earth and you were glad to show him the new roots of a relationship. But as the closer you two got, you began to notice his little habits when it came to you.

For instance, Jack was a bit clingy. Which was completely fine to you, but when you need to go to the bathroom at three am, you prefer to go alone. Jack was like a cute little koala, hanging onto your back at all times.

Another was his protectiveness. Jack didn’t like you going on hunts with your brothers and him. There was a time he practically begged Sam and Dean to not bring you so you wouldn’t even get the smallest chance of getting hurt. You loved him, but you were a grown up, you could handle a few demons or vampires. Luckily, you managed to get him to chill out a little bit.

Which brings you to this moment, a wendigo hunt and you were heading into a bar to interview some of the people to know if they knew the victims.

“Okay, so just ask around to some people if they know anything.” Sam told you and Jack.

“Don’t go too far, don’t know what any people in this town is capable of.” Dean said in his older brother attitude.

You looked to your brothers with a smirk.

“We got this, Deanie. I think I could handle if anything happens. I’m a bad bitch, right baby love?” You looked over to Jack, his grin wide as he stared back to you.

“Yes. (Y/n) is a bad bitch.” He repeated.

You snorted outloud at his ethusiasm while Dean shook his head and Sam smiled at the nephilim.

The four of you parted ways in pairs, you heading toward the booths filled with costumers. The first few didn’t have any information until you stopped at the fourth one. The booth had three men in it who obviously were in their late 30s and laughing loudly to each other.

“Excuse me, sirs?” The all stopped to turn to you. “I was wondering if any of you knew the girl, Ariana Spears?”

The man closest to the wall spoke up first. “Yeah? What’s it to ya’?”

“I’m a reporter for a small blog and I heard about her mysterious death. I was hoping to interview some people who knew her for some background.” You lied easily, taking out a small notebook and pen.

Seeming satisfied with your answer, he backed down.

“You might know but she was just recently killed, mauled by a bear supposively. Did you know her?”

“She was my girlfriend’s dorm mate in college. Haven’t seen her in a few years though, we thought she left town.” His friend across the booth replied.

“Was there any other incidents before her death?” You questioned.

“Recently? Nah, but I think about four years ago the same thing happened. People just think it’s some rogue circus bear or whatever.”

You wrote down everything you were told by the men until you were out of questions. You closed your notebook and smiled gratefully.

“Thank you for your time, men. I hope this bear gets caught because I certainly wouldn’t want to run into it.” You joked and turned to leave.

A hand suddenly gripped your wrist, hard. You turned around to see that one of the men had gotten up and was trying to pull you towards him.

“Aw, sweetheart. We answer all your questions and all we get is a “thank you”?” He slured.

“Evan, come on. Just let her go-”

“Shut it, Brian!” The man apparently named Evan yelled angrily at his friend. Brian quickly shut his mouth and Evan turned back to you.

“I think you owe us a little favor in return.”

You snarled at him. “I don’t owe you anything. Your friend was actually the one who answered all my questions and you didn’t do squat. Now if you’ll excuse me...”

You started to pull yourself away from him but Evan just continued to pull you closer to him. As much as you wanted to, you resisted the urge to dropkick this dude into the next dimension. You could easily could take this guy down, but unless things got too out of hand, you feined a scared reaction.

“I think a little blowjob is good payback-”

All of a sudden, Evan was roughly pushed away from you. His back hit his booth table as you stood there in shock. An arm wrapped around your waist, followed by a familiar voice.

“I don’t think so.” Jack growled.

You instantly sighed in relief at the face of your favorite nephilim. Your boyfriend looked down at you, his furious expression changing into a soft smile right away.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?” He asked.

You nodded back. After making sure you were okay, Jack turned to face the guy who had hurt you. His eyes showed a fire, not glowing like they did when he used his powers but it still slightly frightened your assaulter.

Evan gulped at Jack’s irate expression but didn’t show his nervousness. He stood back up straight and put his face up to your boyfriend’s.

“You got a problem, kid? Get lost before I punch you out of this place.” Evan threatened, though it was empty.

Jack just stood there calmly, not backing down.

“Technically, there would be possible way for you to “punch me out of this place”,” You giggled behind Jack. “And the problem here is that you were hurting my girlfriend.”

“Chill dude, I didn’t know she was your whore-” Evan didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you stalked up to him and punched his right in the nose.

“Says the man who was gonna force me to give you a fucking blowjob.” You spat at him.

Evan’s nose was definitely broken and bleeding. You packed up quite a punch, Jack was impressed and beamed proudly at his girlfriend.

Without another word, you said goodbye to the men and dragged Jack away before the scene could grow worse. You instantly left the bar and stood outside side by side with Jack.

Once the coast seemed to be clear, you spun back to the ever so gorgeous face of your boyfriend.

“Thanks for saving me back there, baby love. But I could have handled it.” You knew Jack was just protecting you and you of course were thankful, but you could have dealt with the situation yourself.

“I know. But I just saw him grab you and I guess I became...” Jack trailed off, looking for the right words.

“Jealous? Protective?”

“Yes! Those words.”

“Next time, let’s just tone it down a bit because we already got demons, angels and monsters on our tails. I don’t think we need humans as well.”

He nodded and shamefully looked down to the ground, feeling a bit guilty for being so protective over you.

You realized his feelings and softly pressed your hand on his left cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay to feel like that. To be honest, I am glad you came to help. And being protective over someone you love isn’t all that bad! After all, where would I be without my Jack-a-boy?”

Jack’s mouth transformed into a misty grin.

“I love you.”

“Well I love you more, baby love.”

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Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Four

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean, Jo, Reader, Benny Laffite (mentioned only)

Word count: 1.5k

You looked around your nearly empty apartment. Pretty much everything was packed up, and what wasn't was going to be thrown away. You still had a few days until you had to move, but today was moving day. The truck was going to be there in four hours, and there was still things to be done.

You had searched for days on end for another apartment, not wanting to impose on Dean. When nothing came up, you finally decided to take Dean up on his offer. Dean was very sweet about the entire thing. He already had a spare bedroom set up, and even a cat bed for Storm. Hell, he even offered to help you move, to which you declined politely. He had already done so much for you and he barely knew you.

Normally, you would find the entire situation strange, but there was something about Dean, like he would never hurt you.

"Alright, Storm." You said, looking around. "Are you ready to go to your new home?" Your cat gave a sad meow. "No, silly, I meant a new home with me. I'm not leaving you behind." Storm began purring as he weaved between your legs. "God, you're a weird cat."

Not only were you stressed about having to move out, but you also had midterms in three days. But then you had Christmas break; four weeks off of school where you could just sit around in your pajamas and watch Christmas movies.

"Knock knock." A voice said, opening the door. "It's your favorite person!"

You rolled your eyes as you looked at the blonde girl. "Since when are you my favorite person, Jo?"

"Since we were ten, duh. Besides, I have to be your favorite, I'm here to help you finish packing and move your stuff into Dean's house." Jo said, grabbing a stack of books and neatly placing them in a box. "Even though I offered to let you stay at my place."

"Jo," You sighed. "I told you, if your landlord caught me living at your apartment, then you would be kicked out and neither of us would have a place to live."

"I know, It's just. . . You barely know Dean. He could be a serial killer."

"And that would be an upgrade from the last guy I lived with, so. . ."

"Y/N," Jo shook her head.

"Jo."

"Are you okay?" She asked gently. "You haven't really talked about Michael all that much and-"

"It's because I don't want to talk about it." You stopped her. "When I'm ready to tell you what happened, I will. But right now, I'm nowhere near ready to discuss it. No matter how much you and Jack badger me about it."

"We badger you because we care, Y/N/N." Jo objected.

"I know you do, but sometimes it's best to just give me some time. I promise I'll talk to you guys about it soon. Just give me a little more time."

Jo gave you a worried look but said nothing else. "So, what are you doing for Christmas?"

You made a face at your best friend. She was jumping from one touchy subject to the next. "I don't know. . . If Jack doesn't come home from Duke, I might go visit him. You could come too. Make a road trip out of it."

"That's a sixteen hour drive, Y/N. If we were to visit Jack, we would be taking a plane." Jo said as she packed up a few band t-shirts.

"Do you have money for a ticket?" You arched an eyebrow. "Cuz I sure as hell don't."

"Touché."

You decided to play some music while the two of you continued to pack up your apartment. Listening to music was the only way to make you unwind. You loved to her the loud beat of the drums and the hum of the guitar. The two of you danced around as you tossed things into boxes.

"Aren't your neighbors doing to report this?" Jo asked loudly over the music.

"What are they gonna do? Kick me out?" You responded, jumping around.

"This is why I love you!" Jo giggled.

Two hours later, you had everything packed up, and the stuff that wasn't was sorted into two piles: Throw away, and donate.

You and Jo fell back onto the couch, both of you out of breath. "I am exhausted." You wheezed.

"You're telling me." Jo agreed. "Hey, you wanna get some pizza?"

"If you're buying."

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"So," You said, after taking a bite out of your pizza. "Why didn't you want to pursue anything with Dean again?"

"I mean, it's not that I didn't. He's a nice guy, super hot, pretty smart, but it just didn't seem right." Jo explained. "It's almost like I was stealing him from someone. I could tell that he didn't belong with me."

"Huh," You furrowed your eyebrows. "I've literally never heard someone say that about having sex before." You laughed.

"Oh shut up!" Jo growled. "You make it out to sound like I'm crazy."

"I mean. . ."

Jo glared at you from across the table. "I will hit you with something."

"I'd like to see you try. Your aim sucks." You challenged. Jo hurriedly got up and picked up a pillow from on the couch and chucked it at your head. "Hey!"

"Well, would you look at that, I guess my aim doesn't suck after all." Jo smirked.

"You little -" You picked up the pillow she threw at you and aimed for her stomach.

There was a knock at the door, which interrupted the fight that you were having with Jo.

You opened the door to see Dean on the other side. "Dean, hey! What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to help you move." He said simply.

"Dean I-"

"Nope, you can't stop me." He chuckled as he lifted a box into his arms. "Whatever doesn't fit in the moving van I can put in my car."

You and Jo watched as he carried three boxes out the door. "God he is so sexy." Jo mumbled.

"I thought you said chasing after Dean would be like stealing something from someone?" You inquired, a light grin on your face.

"Doesn't mean I can't admire his great ass." You rolled your eyes and flicked Jo's ear.

"Perv." You mumbled as you grabbed a box and followed Dean out the door. Within twenty minutes, everything had been loaded onto the van.

"Well, that's everything." You huffed, resting your hands on your hips. "Okay, so, Jo and I are going to follow you in our cars, and we'll see you at your house."

You picked up Storm's carrier and put him in the back seat. He was sound asleep, as you slipped a Benadryl in his food earlier because it put him to sleep easily. Storm hated car rides with a burning passion.

It was about a twenty minute drive from your apartment to Dean's place, which was a good thing; you weren't too far away from the coffee shop. His house seemed to be in a good neighborhood.

Jo parked the moving van beside Dean's car. Dean hopped out of his car and began grabbing boxes, taking them inside the house. After several trips back to the car, you finally had all of your boxes in the house. You crouch down and let Storm out of his carrier, and he darts into a corner, glaring at you. "Aaand now he's pissed." You chuckle softly.

"Ah, he'll get over it, sweetheart. Especially when he becomes hungry." Dean comments as he starts helping you unpack.

"Well, it looks like y'all have this handled. I'm gonna go, it's way too crowded in here anyways." Jo says, giving you a hug before leaving.

You and Dean worked in silence for a while as you unpacked. It wasn't an excessive amount of stuff, mostly things for your room. "I'll unpack the clothes, you don't have to worry about that." You tell Dean as he brings in a box labeled 'clothes'. "Thanks for letting me live with you, Dean. I didn't know what I was gonna do. . ." You say quietly.

"Nah, don't worry about it sweetheart, I look at it as a win-win situation. You have a place to stay and I have good company." He gives you a boyish grin.

"Still, I really owe you one. . . I'll have rent to you the first of the month and we can go half on the utilities." You say as you unpack your clothes, putting them in your dresser.

"Don't stress too much on that, sweetheart. I know times are tough, just pitch in when you can, okay?" He gives you a reassuring smile, gently squeezing your shoulder. "I'll leave you to get settled in. I'll order us some Chinese food."

"Oooh, that sounds really good right now." You sigh happily. "Marry me?"

Dean snorts as he looks at his phone. "You're starting to sound like Benny, there, sugar."

"What can I say, it runs in the family." You joke. Dean left to go pick up the food and you were left alone in you thoughts. It was strange to be living somewhere other than your apartment, especially with this man that you met not even three weeks ago. But you trusted Dean, there was just something about his personality that just made you feel safe and secure. Storm jumped on the bed, looking up at you.

"Hey there buddy. . . I know, tell me about it, this whole thing is strange. . ." You sigh as you gently pet him. "Everything's gonna be okay. . ." You weren't sure if you were trying to convince your cat or yourself.

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this love | dean winchester x fem!reader

description: after a heated argument, dean goes to y/n's room and apologizes.

trigger warnings: angst, sexual content, seductive behavior, unprotected sex, mentions of trauma, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18. thank you. read at your own risk.

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Your heart was heavy as you stood before him with tears blurring your vision. The heat of your tears should've burned your eyes, but you kept them open as much as you could as the tears trickled down your cheeks, staining your warm tinted skin. The mascara upon your lashes was smeared beneath your eyes. Your nose dripped with mucus as you took the sleeve of your sweater to wipe it way.

"I'm tired of this, Dean," You croaked out, your eyes staring into his. He'd been crying just as much as you were. There was a fair distance between the both of you as you stood in the living room of the bunker.

"Tired of what?" He parted his lips, his eyes sunken as he stared at you.

"The constant arguing about my role when we go on hunts," You sniffed up the mucus that was beginning to run down your nose. "I know you worry about me, but I can take care of myself, Dean. You treat me like a kid sometimes, like I'm inferior and as if I don't know what the hell I'm doing! You forget that I grew up in this life with you, Dean. Literally.. I was right next door to you my whole life. I've done all this before and every time we go on hunts, you make it seem like I'm this little thing who doesn't know which way to look," You cried out the words, your body feeling weaker by the minute.

"Y/N/N.." Dean breathed out.

"No, Dean," You shook your head. "I know you do it out of love, but sometimes it feels like I'm suffocating. Like I can't even speak to you about this because I'm scared it'll only hurt us!"

You released a breath and watched as Dean's eyes gazed at you. It was as if you could see his heart breaking before your bloodshot, glossy eyes. All he ever did was care for you and kill himself day in and day out to make sure that you were always protected. Perhaps, he didn't realize it was only hurting the both of you.

"I messed up," Dean finally spoke as tears fell from his eyes, "I know that and I'm sorry. All I want is to keep you safe–" You shook your head, as if a silent way to stop him from going on.

"I just need a few minutes, Dean. We can finish this when we're both ready," You released a soft breath and watched as his facial expression only tensed more than relaxed. You didn't give him the chance to respond and turned on your heels, walking down the hall towards your bedroom.

You slowly closed the door behind you and pressed your back against it, making sure you heard the soft click before pushing yourself off the wood. You lazily walked towards your bed and sat on the edge of it, staring off at nothing in particular.

With your elbows to your knees, you sunk your face into your palms and let your tears fill in your hands. Your breathing was unsteady and the room felt as though it was spinning. You felt your body shake and sink deeper into the mattress.

Slowly pulling yourself onto the bed, you laid down and let your arms wrap around one of your pillows. You clung to it as you continued to pour your emotions out onto the ground. Before you could comprehend it, you drifted to sleep.

A soft knock was heard against your door as you fluttered your eyes open. Puffy and red, you rubbed them gently and sat up against the mattress. You watched as the door slowly opened, revealing Dean who stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Your heart ached at seeing him with tear stains against his soft cheeks.

You watched as he stepped closer, slowly taking a seat beside you on the bed. You tried to avoid looking at him directly, but your body couldn't fight it. Your warm eyes gazed at him as he returned the same gesture.

"If you don't want to say anything, I understand, but I've got something I really need to tell you," Dean spoke with a slight croak in his tone. You nodded slowly and unconsciously shifted closer to him against the edge of the bed. He looked at you for a few moments and parted his lips, "I know you can take care of yourself and I shouldn't feel the need to protect you all the time, but I guess.." He trailed off as more tears fell from his eyes, "I guess, I know that whatever comes at us.. they're gonna use what we have as a weakness and to avoid that, yes, sometimes I do make it my priority that you're safe. I can't lose you, Y/N."

You gently rested a hand against his thigh, watching as he eased into your touch, "And what about you, Dean?"

"What?" He looked up at you with parted lips.

"What do you suppose my priority is?" You started, moving your hand from his thigh to his cheek, stroking his skin with your thumb, "I have to protect you, too, don't you know?"

Dean fluttered his eyes closed at the feeling of your warm hand against his face. His face relaxed against your gesture. "We can only defeat whatever comes our way together, Dean. Together we can fight against anything. That's what makes our love so strong. Love isn't a weakness, Dean, it's a power that can never be lost in any battle."

He opened his eyes slowly and looked into your warm colored irises. You felt your heartbeat quicken at the gaze he had locked with you. "Let me take the weight off your shoulders once in a while, Dean. You carry so much.. I don't need you to carry me the whole way," You breathed out softly.

Dean's evergreen eyes flickered down to your lips and it was that look alone that gave you endless butterflies. His hands snuck their way to your cheeks, cupping your face as he pressed his mouth to yours. You let your eyes close slowly, tasting every part of him from just one spot. Slowly, he laid you down against your back, your neck was pressed against the pillows. Your lips moved effortlessly with his, as though they were crafted for one another.

"I love you," You whispered into his mouth as he pulled his lips back slowly.

"And I love you," Dean's voice was raspy and comforting. The room's stillness was overflowing with your lips entwining with Dean's. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him closer to close to gap between you. He didn't want to crush you with his weight, but you didn't care. You needed to be close to him in every way possible. Somehow, despite being as close to him as you could be, it didn't feel close enough.

"I need you, Dean. I need to be close to you," You mumbled into his kiss.

He smiled softly and pulled back from the kiss, slowly pulling off the articles of clothing he wore. He tossed each piece onto the floor, at the end of your bed. You watched with admiration and pure desire. The lustful glint in his gaze could tell you were excited. He smirked playfully and kicked off the rest of his clothes, leaving himself in a pair of briefs. He enclosed the space between you and pressed his lips to your neck, making you shutter your eyes closed and part your lips, arching your back slowly.

You felt yourself growing eager and desperate for his touch as the minutes passed. Slowly you reached down to unbutton you jeans, but Dean's hand gently grasped around your wrist. You looked at him with dilating pupils as he pulled his head up from your neck.

"Patience, sweetheart," He kissed your cheek warmly, letting his lips linger there for a while before he released your hand from his grip. You let out a shaky breath, feeling goosebumps arise all over your skin beneath your clothes.

He slowly rocked his hips with yours, making you gasp quietly. You released a shaky whimper, making Dean enclose your mouth with his lips. You gripped both your hands at his sides, pulling him closer against you. The heat arose between the both of you, making the moment more intimate than you had anticipated.

Slowly, you felt Dean toy with the hem of your sweater. You felt him pull back from the kiss as he removed your sweater, over your head. He tossed it behind him, into the growing pile of clothes on the floor, at the end of your bed. You smiled bashfully as Dean's gaze upon your body eased with affection and intimacy. He unbutton your jeans and pulled them off, also tossing those to the ground. You shivered at the cool air that hit your body.

You pulled him down against you and clasped your lips with his own, tasting the inside of his mouth with the tip of your tongue. You could feel his erect against your covered private, making your whimper into the kiss. He smiled and pulled back, noticing how much desire had taken over your body.

Feeling Dean's hands move towards your upperback, you could sense him toying with the clip of your bralette. "May I?" He asked gently, his evergreen eyes meeting your warm ones. You nodded slowly, not trusting yourself to speak a word, for you felt as though you'd cry out for him to pleasure you already. Just as Dean said, you knew you needed to have patience. The moment was special and you didn't want your eagerness to interrupt that.

The cool air grazed against your nipples, hardening them as Dean tossed your bralette into the pile of clothes on the floor. You blinked softly and watched him hook his index finger to your underwear. He looked up to you and asked with his eyes for your consent.

"Please," You nodded gently.

Dean took your word and pulled off your underwear with his index finger, it took little to no effort to get them off you. He tossed them to the ground, over his shoulder an hovered over your undraped body. He breathed in through his nostrils and was able to smell your arousal, you shivered at the gesture and wanted nothing more than to pull his briefs off yourself, but you bit back the urge.

"I need you, Dean," You cupped his cheeks with your hands and watched as he smiled down at you.

"Go ahead, sweetheart," He whispered and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Take 'em off for me," He whispered into your ear, letting his lips brush against your lobe. You shivered and nodded slowly, taking both your hands to grip at the waistband of his briefs. You pulled them off, down beneath his bottom and let him do the rest. He kicked them off and onto the ground. His hardened erect was pressed against his lower stomach.

You felt your arousal stick between your thighs, making you whimper gently, in deep need of him closer to you. You looked up to him with a pleading gaze, making him smirk subtly.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Dean's voice was like music to your ears, making you unconsciously nod rapidly. He smiled and kissed your lips deeply as he comfortably situated himself between your legs, making you spread them slowly.

Effortlessly slipping inside you, Dean silenced your moans with his lips, making you noises only vibrate between your lips and his. He swiftly moved to make it comfortable for you, knowing exactly where you liked it most. You took your hands and gripped onto his shoulder, molding your lips together as though they were made just for each other.

"Stay quiet, sweetheart," Dean pulled back from your lips as he begun to move through you gently. You arched your back and released soft moans, feeling and array of butterflies flap their wings around the loosening knot inside your stomach. You eased yourself into the bed and felt Dean's movements creak the bed softly.

"That's my girl," He whispered lowly as he took his hand, caressing your neck softly. You released a gentle whine as he leaned down to kiss your lips again. You could taste the whiskey off his breath as you both continued to mold your lips together.

When he pulled back, you arched against the pillows and parted your lips, releasing the utmost beautifully melody from your throat. It was as if you were Dean's instrument and he played all the right notes effortlessly. You brought your head back to look up at him, feeling his affectionate gaze. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face between his shoulder and jawline.

"I'm close, Dean," You whimpered softly as he pressed his lips up and down along your neck.

"Me too," He spoke softly and moved his hips deeper into yours, his erect grazing against your walls with passion and ease.

You pulled your head back and kissed his lips deeply, moaning into his mouth as you felt your stomach unravel, making your toes curl. You felt yourself release as you moaned one last time into his mouth. He groaned against your lips and pulled out releasing his load against your lower stomach, not once breaking the kiss. You gasped into his mouth at the cold feeling and felt his lips slowly pull back from yours. You looked up to him and could see how the sweat from his forehead glistened against his face, making you smile sleepily. He pulled himself off you and reached for a towel in one of your drawers, beside your bed. He pulled one out and gently wiped his release off your stomach, making your cheeks heat up softly.

"Dean.." You whispered, as he finished wiping off your stomach, tossing the towel into the dirty pile of clothes. Your hand rose to caress his cheek as he laid beside you. His eyes found yours with a smile tugging at his lips. "This love can survive anything," You spoke quietly and leaned closer to press your lips to his cheek. He fluttered his eyes closed and leaned in, wrapped his arms around your naked body. You released a soft laugh in response.

"We'll always protect each other," Dean spoke, pressing kisses all over your neck and chest, making you smile. You wrapped your bare arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Warmth erupted between both of your bodies, despite having no clothes on.

a/n: i have to stop reading and writing smut while i'm on my period. thank you for reading this sexy thing!! i love you besties! thank you so much for supporting my work as well!! i know sometimes i take forever to upload something, but that's only because uni has me fucking BEAT. anyway, thank you again!! be safe and treat people with kindness. — angelina.

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