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What Awaits You in the Dark

Summary: After sleeping with Dean, Y/N really wants to sleep next to him too. Dean seems reluctant. Can Y/N figure out why?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. Implied smut, mentions of sexy times. Kissing. Nightmares. Angst. Fluff.

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,047

A/N: This one is a little break from my bingo cards. Wanted to write something sweet and angsty for my Dean on his birthday. Hope you all enjoy. ❤️

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For a long time after you and Dean started sleeping together, you never slept together. He usually worked things out so that you guys ended up in your bed for all the fun stuff, but once you’d fallen into a pleasure-induced coma for the night, he’d get out of your bed, tuck you in and go back to his room.

Sometimes, while watching (or not watching) a movie in his bed, soft touches and warm lips on your skin, would turn into long caresses and scorching kisses across your body. When that happened, and Dean managed to once again completely knock you out from overwhelming bliss, you’d always wake in his bed to find him gone. Sometimes he’d be asleep in the library slumped in his chair or you’d find him stretched out on the leather couch in the Dean cave.

You wondered about it, and were worried that maybe you snored too loudly, or maybe you took up too much of the bed. You couldn’t figure out what always made him leave your side, and refuse to sleep next to you. But you didn’t want to seem clingy and needy, demanding he spend the night with you when he didn’t want to, so you tried to ignore it.

But finally one night, a few months in, you woke up just as he was leaving your bed. You sleepily and reflexively grabbed his hand as he stood up. He seemed surprised to see you awake.

“Hey baby. Go back to sleep.” He said with a kiss to your forehead.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t wanna sleep without you here again.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over to kiss you softly. “You’ll sleep better on your own.”

You shook your head again, your voice grumpy. “No, I won’t.”

You pulled him down to you for another kiss and spoke against his lips when it ended. “Don’t go.” You took his hand and raised his fingertips to your mouth, kissing each in turn. “Stay.” You said with wide, pleading eyes.

Dean slipped the hand you held up to your cheek. “That’s not a good idea, sweetheart.”

“Why?” You knew you were pouting.

Dean sighed. “I’m a…a restless sleeper. I’ll keep you awake.”

You frowned. “That’s the problem? That’s why you never sleep beside me? Because you think you might wake me up? Dean, I sleep like the dead.”

He gave you a soft smile. “You do sleep soundly, but -”

“No buts.” You argued. “You won’t keep me awake. Nothing keeps me awake. And I’d really like to wake up with you next to me.”

Dean plucked at your bottom lip with his thumb. “Yeah, I’d like that too…” You could sense another “but” coming on and you scowled at him. He laughed softly.

“Okay.”

So he slid into bed beside you and you curled up against his warm, hard body and reveled in the peace and serenity that came from being wrapped up in his arms. And when you woke up in the morning he was there to kiss you awake and set your body on fire, pressing you into the mattress with his hips as he moved inside you with languid strokes.

It was your absolute favorite way to wake up.

However, throughout the day you noticed he seemed more tired than usual. You assumed it was simply your early morning, erotic adventures that had him yawning. But the next day was the same, and the next. He just seemed to get more and more exhausted.

Finally that evening you went to talk to him about it and found him sound asleep in his bed, fully dressed with piles of books surrounding him. You moved the books and climbed in beside him. He stirred slightly and frowned in his sleep. You pushed your fingers through his hair and his face relaxed, a sigh issuing from deep within his chest. You watched his peaceful expression, until your eyes got heavy and you laid your head on his shoulder, gradually dozing off.

A couple of hours later, you were jolted awake by harsh thrashing and quiet grunts of pain. Dean was still beside you, but no longer peaceful. His muscles were rigid, his limbs twisting and his body shaking. He was sweating and his face spasmed in expressions of pain.

The sight brought tears to your eyes immediately. It was obviously some kind of horrific nightmare. You reached out to push on his shoulder and shake him awake. But as soon as you touched him, his eyes sprang open and he grabbed your wrist in a vise-like grip, quickly twisting it behind you, and flipping you onto your back.

His face was a snarl as he hovered above you for a moment before consciousness seemed to surface and he saw your fearful expression and wet eyes. He instantly let go of your wrist and leapt out of bed.

“Y/N?” He asked, still sounding confused.

Your tears continued to fall, an involuntary response to everything that had happened in the last two minutes. You wiped them away quickly and tried to stifle them.

“Why are you here?” Dean barked, his hand shaking as he ran it over his face.

You took a deep breath. “I was tired. You…you were asleep so I crawled in beside you.”

“Jesus Christ.” Dean growled quietly. “I knew sleeping beside me was a terrible idea.”

You frowned at him. “I've been sleeping beside you for days and it's been fine.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, you've been sleeping beside me. But I haven't been sleeping.”

“What? Why?” You asked, prompting him to throw you a look that called you crazy.

“Why?” He said loudly before waving a hand at the bed. “This is why! I'm dangerous.”

You scoffed. “You are not dangerous, Dean. I just startled you and then you startled me. Next time I'll know better than to touch you when I wake you up.”

“Next time?” He asked, his voice hard. “There isn't gonna be a next time, Y/N. I'm not gonna risk actually hurting you - next time.”

He stormed out of his room and you sat on his bed staring after him for a few minutes before you got up and followed him. You found him in the kitchen, standing over the kitchen sink and splashing water on his face.

“Dean.” You said softly as you came up behind him. He flinched slightly as you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your cheek between his shoulder blades.

“Y/N, I'm not discussing this. I won't risk hurting you.”

“Hey.” You said, jabbing him in the ribs, making him turn to face you. “This is very much up for discussion. I'm the one ‘risking’ something.” You admonished, using finger quotes.

Dean's jaw clenched and he tried to move away from you, but you got in his path. “Listen to me. Do you have nightmares like that every night?”

Dean stared off over your head, refusing to answer at first. But when it was clear you weren't going to drop it he heaved an annoyed sigh.

“No, not every night. But all it takes is one night and one nightmare for you to get hurt.”

“When you wake up from the nightmares on your own, does it take you a long time to come to your senses? Do you stay in the nightmare for any length of time?”

Dean frowned. “No, when I wake up, I just wake up.”

You smiled at him. “Well, there you go. You’re not gonna hurt me when you wake up on your own then, and If you have a nightmare and I wake up before you do, I'll just climb out of bed and then call you from there.”

Dean opened his mouth to object, but you put your fingertips over his mouth. “Nope. I mean it. I sleep through almost everything, so it's more likely you'll wake up on your own and when that happens, I want to be there beside you so you know the nightmare is over.”

You reached up on tiptoe to kiss him softly. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” It was the first time you were saying it out loud. It felt good, right. “I love you and I won't leave you alone in the dark.”

Dean looked quickly away from you, staring down at the ground, his impossibly long lashes fluttering as he blinked rapidly. You reached up to cup his cheek and he hesitated briefly before turning his lips into your palm, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. His big hand came up to cover yours and he pressed kisses to the center of your hand and then the pulse point in your wrist.

He kept his eyes closed and spoke in a whisper. “I love you.”

After a moment, he finally opened his eyes and caught your gaze again. A thousand emotions flickered in his mossy green eyes, changing too quickly for you to catch them all. “I just…I’m afraid that…”

He trailed off, but continued to stare into you; it felt as though he was probing your soul. Finally he just dropped your hand to grab your shoulders and yank you up against him. His head dipped and his mouth covered yours, swallowing your surprised moan. His kiss was ravenous and slightly desperate. All the emotions you couldn’t define in his green-eyed gaze were there in his kiss. The way his lips moved on yours told you about his fear and his strength, his deep love for you and his desperation to hold on to you. You understood his need for you and it mirrored your own.

His hands moved down over your hips before grasping the backs of your thighs and scooping you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you down the hallway towards his room. When he spoke, his voice was once again light, teasing, and sexy.

“Okay, baby, you can spend the night in my room. But I can’t promise we’ll get much sleep.”

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waywardxwords · 7 days

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Chapter 8 - Save Me

Summary: After a random encounter introduces you to Dean Winchester, you can't shake the magnetic pull you feel towards him. For years, you've felt like everything in your life is under control--a promising career, financial stability and no real responsibilities. Dean's a hunter; it's his life and job. But somehow when you meet, your worlds are flipped upside down and you have to decide if it's a chance worth taking.

Chapter Warnings: Slight language; there's a ton of dialogue in this one but I feel like it's necessary to prep for the chapters ahead

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: ~3k

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If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know how you felt about going to Kansas for the unforeseeable future. While it wasn’t like you went into an office everyday and you could really work from anywhere within the United States, you had still built your life in Virginia. You had friends—especially Jen—and it felt weird leaving her here, unable to defend herself. But Dean had assured you she would be taken care of, and you knew that you were unable to defend yourself against these monsters Dean and Sam knew how to fight.

“You about ready?” Dean asked as he tapped softly on your opened bedroom door.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you looked at your packed-to-the-brim duffel bag and backpack. Dean said it was important to pack as light as possible, but without knowing when you’d be back, it was hard to be selective in what you brought.

“I think so,” you mumbled, your lip caught between your teeth yet again. You released it as Dean stepped into the room.

“Hey, I know this is a lot to take in,” Dean started slowly. Both of the boys kept treating you like you were made of glass, which was a little bit annoying but also made sense. It felt like you were all waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I’m okay,” you said out loud for him, but also for yourself. “I’m not really a big fan of the unknown…I’m a planner.” You mumbled as you looked around at your things.

“Not big on taking chances, huh?” Dean chuckled softly as his eyes watched you move. Again, it was like he was waiting for it all to set in and for you to crumble.

“Nope,” you sighed as you finally looked back at him. “Rule follower, remember?” You managed a half-smile as you remembered the first time you met in Atlanta.

“Oh, I remember,” Dean smirked back. He took a few steps towards you and you both sat on the edge of your bed. “Just keep in mind–this doesn’t have to be forever.” Your head had dipped a bit, so he moved his to find your gaze.

“I get that,” you nodded. You didn’t want to offend him; this was his life. He was used to packing an ‘oh shit’ bag and getting out of town. He was used to all of the things that went bump in the night. You, on the other hand, were still trying to wrap your mind around it all. “I just wish I could circle a date on the calendar and know when I could come home.”

Dean nodded as he processed your words. “Tell ya what,” he started. “How about we take it one day at a time, for now,” he paused but you waited for the ‘and then’ part. “Once we get back to Kansas, we can sit down and come up with a plan. Figure out what it looks like so we can get you back home.”

You didn’t want to be presumptuous, but there was a tone in his voice that almost sounded like he wasn’t looking forward to that. But since everything had happened, you really hadn’t been given a moment to figure out what this was between you and Dean.

“That sounds fair,” you answered honestly. Dean smiled and seemed hesitant, but leaned over and kissed the side of your head anyway.

“Good,” he seemed okay with your answer. He sighed and looked around at the rest of your room. “Anything I can do to help?”

You pushed your hair behind your ears and followed his gaze as you, too, looked around. “I don’t think so,” you said softly. “I’ve packed just about everything that will fit into my bags. I’m just worried I’m forgetting something.”

“We do have stores in Kansas, ya know,” Dean winked as he stood and reached for your duffel. “Jesus, woman.” He muttered as he slung it over his shoulder. “You got a dead body in here, or what?”

You managed a laugh as you stood to follow him and slung your backpack up on your shoulders. “No, Dean, I think I’ll leave the dead bodies to you.” You patted him on the shoulder and walked just beyond him, but you heard him laugh as you rounded the corner into the hallway.

“Everything locked up?” Sam asked as you closed up the front door and headed to meet the boys in the driveway.

“Yep,” you sighed and readjusted your backpack a bit. “I mean, it probably doesn’t matter when it comes to demons, right? They can get through locked doors, I’m guessing.”

They didn’t answer you directly but nodded slightly. “I’m guessing you want to bring your car to Kansas?” Dean asked as he eyed your garage door.

“Oh, absolutely,” you answered quickly. “I just figured I would follow behind you guys, if that’s okay.” You said as you used the keypad on the side of the garage to type in your PIN number that opened the door.

Sam and Dean stared at you, confused for a minute. “Sam’s flying back to Kansas,” Dean said. “This is a rental so I figured I’d drop it off on the way and hitch a ride with you, if that’s alright.” His words made you turn around slowly and your brows pulled together in confusion.

“Wait,” you started carefully. “You flew here?”

Dean caught why you were so surprised and flashed his white teeth in a small smile. He pulled at the back of his neck as Sam watched you both look at each other. “Sweetheart, I don’t own European cars. Don’t drive ‘em either, if I can help it.” He shrugged as he thumbed to the Volkswagen Jetta in your driveway.

“Okay,” there was more you wanted to say but you decided not to rub in how much Dean hated flying in front of Sam. You weren’t familiar with their dynamic at all, but Dean had told you that he didn’t like being afraid, and that he always tried to be strong for his brother. You didn’t want to embarrass him or say something you shouldn’t in front of Sam. “Do I wanna know why you have to get back to Kansas quickly?” You turned your gaze to the younger Winchester.

Sam chuckled softly and shook his head. “Work…related,” he mumbled. “So probably not.”

You nodded once and turned back to your car. “Okay, then,” you breathed. “I’ll follow you to the airport and wait for you to drop off the rental.”

You loaded up your backpack and Dean tossed your duffel bag in the car. As you both turned away, you faced each other, maybe a foot apart.

“I’ll see you at the airport,” he said softly.

“Be safe,” you said back as you studied his features and tried to read what he was thinking. He nodded, and after one more look, he went to walk back to the rental car.

Before he could step away, you took a chance. You reached for his jacket and tugged so he turned back to you. With his jacket still between your fingers, you pressed your lips to his in a rather quick, but hard kiss. For a moment, he paused but then his hands cupped your face as he kissed you back.

As the pop echoed around you, you didn’t notice how Sam had turned to give you some privacy and scratched awkwardly at the back of his head. “What was that for?” Dean asked as his eyes looked between yours.

“To say I’m sorry, again, for not believing you,” you started softly but continued before he could say anything. “And for saving my life.” A small smile tugged up the corner of his lip just enough for his dimple to appear.

“I don’t want you to apologize to me again, got it?” His thumb caressed your cheek gently.

“No more apologizing from either of us,” you stared into his eyes until he nodded.

“Deal,” he agreed, though somewhat hesitantly.

“Okay,” you pulled back and waved at Sam. “Thanks to you too, Sam.” You called after him. He turned back around and nodded. “And I guess I’ll be seeing you in Kansas.”

“I’ll see you there,” he nodded as he waved. “Drive safe.”

You nodded and watched Dean walk back to the car. Just before he climbed into the driver’s seat, he called out after you. “And I’ll be seeing you soon.”

Even after everything, you couldn’t help the heat that radiated in your cheeks or the way a smile pulled across your lips.

Dean had dropped Sam off at the drop off area at the airport. Once he had gathered his backpack, you followed Dean to the rental car return. It only took a few minutes before you popped the trunk to your Toyota Camry and waited for Dean to toss in his duffel bag.

He pulled open the passenger door and leaned down. “You want me to drive?” He asked carefully. Dean seemed like the kind of guy who preferred driving, but you smiled and shook your head ‘no’ anyway.

“How about I take the first shift? And then we can switch,” you suggested. He seemed content enough with that response and climbed in. “Sorry it’s not the Impala.” You offered with a small smile.

“Ah, it’s alright,” he sighed as he pulled on his seatbelt. “I’ll get you in a Chevy or Ford, eventually.” He smiled back. You chuckled softly and shook your head as you pulled away from the airport.

“What’s the address?” You asked as you toyed with the navigation on the dash.

Dean grumbled, something about fancy cars and shitty navigation systems but you just rolled your eyes. He plugged in an address for Lebanon, Kansas.

“Jesus,” you mumbled, as the screen totaled your drive time at 20 hours and 32 minutes.

“Buckle up, sweetheart. Hope you’re ready for a long drive,” Dean chuckled. It was already late into the evening, pushing midnight by now.

“It’s weird, I feel like I’ve been up for days at this point,” you muttered as you adjusted the air and your seatbelt.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive?” He eyed you carefully. That was the thing about Dean’s gaze: you could feel it even when you didn’t see it.

“I’m alright. We can switch when we stop,” you shifted the car into drive and eased on the gas. Dean unbuckled his seat belt to pull off his jacket before he buckled it again. “I’m supposed to call Jen tomorrow. I’m not even sure what to say to her, she recognized you from the photos we found online.” The sound of your voice was anything but strong as your stomach flip-flopped.

“I’m guessin’ the truth isn’t an option?” Dean asked.

You shook your head no. “And say what? She got possessed by a demon named Meg, her eyes turned black and she flung me against the wall a few times? Yeah, I’m pretty sure she’d have me committed,” you fell into a comfortable speed as you got on the interstate and hit cruise control.

Dean half chuckled and shook his head as he glanced out the passenger window and then back to the windshield, his features illuminated by the headlights of drivers coming down the other side of the highway. “That probably wouldn’t go over too well. It’s a lot for anybody to take in.”

You muddled over a thought before you said it out loud. “How did you take it when you first found out?” You asked him as you glanced between him and the road ahead of you.

His brows kind of pulled together and you took that as his thinking face. “I don’t really know how to explain that,” he started softly. “It’s all I’ve ever known, really.”

Shock had to have graced your features but you tried to calm your expression. While you recognized this was all new to you, it wasn’t to Dean. And you certainly didn’t want to offend him.

“When did you find out about the things that go bump in the night?” You asked him carefully.

“When I was four,” he didn’t look at you when he answered. Instead, his gaze went out the passenger window again as he watched the trees pass by in darkness.

“Four?! Dean, you were a baby,” you breathed. And then you remembered. “You were four when your mom died…”

There was a moment of silence that you took as his acknowledgment that you had the right idea. But then, he continued.

“My Dad kind of went into overdrive at that point. Trying to find what killed her,” he explained. You nodded as you tried to absorb it. When he didn’t offer up anything additional, you broke the silence.

“You were just a kid, Dean…” you felt a pang of sadness for the man next to you. It made you angry, even. “No kid should ever have to go through that.”

“No kid should have to lose their parent to some supernatural asshole, either,” he said back firmly. You somehow knew he wasn’t upset with you by the comment, just trying to make you understand. “Seeing my Dad go through that, and having to make sure Sammy was okay…” he shook his head as he trailed off.

The dots started to connect for you. Dad was busy fighting the monsters, Dean had to take care of his brother, you kept your thoughts to yourself but made a mental note. He had to be strong—couldn’t be afraid.

“Anyway,” he cleared his throat and resituated himself in his seat. “All that to say, I don’t know what it’s like, really, to be thrown into this world that I live in. But I know it can’t be easy.”

“I don’t want you to worry about me, Dean,” you answered quickly, and you meant it. It seemed as though Dean was worried about protecting everyone in his life and being strong through it. “I don’t want to burden you with that.”

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna worry about you whether you’re sitting right here next to me, or you’re thousands of miles away in another state,” he looked at you when he spoke. “And it’s not a burden.”

“Can I ask you something?” Your bravery to ask the hard questions surprised you. Something about being in the car with him for almost a full day made your usual resolve soften.

“Shoot,” he stole another glance at you.

“Do you like it? Fighting…monsters?” You asked, for lack of a better word.

Dean mulled it over before he answered right away. “I like helping people,” he said simply. “I like being able to save people so they won’t have to go through the same thing we did.”

“But who saves Dean Winchester?” Your eyes found him in the dark car once again.

“I don’t need saving, sweetheart,” he smirked again, a hint of confidence to his tone.

“Everybody needs saving sometimes, Dean,” you answered softly.

The only noise around you came from the hum of the engine.

“I guess Sammy does,” Dean looked out the window. You could tell he didn’t want the conversation to continue at that point, so you switched gears slightly.

“Does it ever scare you?” The idea of fighting monsters terrified you, but you were curious if Dean was ever afraid.

He seemed to process the question like it was something he had never been asked, which shocked you considering the line of work. “I mean, I guess sometimes. Usually when one of us is in trouble.” You nodded, but he continued. “When one of us is knockin’ on death’s door, I guess that scares me.”

Each new fact you found out about this life Dean lived in brought on a new wave of shock. “Death?” You asked him as you looked between him and the road.

Dean chuckled, but you could tell it was from him being a bit uncomfortable. “Let’s save that one for another day,” he shifted in his seat.

Maybe that was a good idea. You redirected the conversation slightly. “Where does your fear of flying fall on the scale of being scared?” You smirked.

“Oh, that one’s still at the top of the list,” he winked with a wide smile that reflected the light from the streetlights as you drove, welcoming a lighter conversation.

“But you got on a plane anyway. To get to me,” you stole another glance in his direction.

“Well, yeah,” he said simply. “Sam said I should let it go, that something must have made you change your mind. But when I couldn’t reach you…” he shook his head. “I just had to be sure you were alright.” His words caused a flutter to form in your stomach, and you smiled, but that was shortly followed by a yawn that tugged at your jawline. “Getting tired?” Dean asked.

You shrugged a bit but couldn’t help the nod that followed. “It’s been a really long day,” you sighed. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”

“That’s what happens when shock starts wearing off,” he reached to place his hand just above your knee over your denim jeans. It was obvious it was meant as something comforting as his thumb traced small circles on the fabric there. “Why don’t we pull off? I can switch with you.”

“Dean, you need sleep, too,” you argued.

“We can stop eventually if I get tired, too. But I’m alright, sweetheart,” his voice was gruff and raspy–you could sense the exhaustion there, but you obliged.

There was a rest stop up ahead and you took the exit slowly. Once the car was in park, you opened the driver’s door to switch with Dean. As you both got settled in your new seats, Dean pressed a quick kiss to your temple before he adjusted the mirrors.

“You just get some rest,” he said gently.

You nodded against the headrest of the seat and closed your eyes. “Night, Dean.” It wouldn’t take long for sleep to find you.

A/N: Happy Thursday, friends! I know this chapter probably felt a bit "filler" with the dialogue, but it was important for the development of future chapters. I promise things will get more interesting in the next chapter!

Let me know what you think! I appreciate all the likes, comments & reblogs more than you know!

Chapter 9 will be posted on (or maybe before, TBD) Thursday, 4/25!

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One blink, then two. The hum of the engine and vibration in the seat of the car reminded you where you were. There were so many emotions that coursed through you as you remembered: demons, monsters, Dean.

Your nose twitched as you smelled the air and your eyes were drawn over to Dean. The sun was out now–high in the sky.

“Dean?” You cleared your throat as you shifted in the passenger seat to sit up fully. He did a double take and you saw the smile spread across his lips.

“Morning, sunshine,” the gruffness to his words and the look on his face made your stomach flip–or was that hunger? You settled on a mixture of both.

“What time is it? Where are we?” You asked as blinked a few more times to try to take in your surroundings.

“It’s about 8:30,” Dean answered as he glanced at the clock. “And we’re about an hour outside of Louisville, Kentucky.”

“Jesus, I slept for eight hours, Dean! You should’ve woken me up,” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and felt around your hair inconspicuously. You didn’t want to give away that you were slightly concerned with what you looked like after passing out in the passenger seat. God, what if you drooled?! You swiped your fingers across your mouth quickly.

“Nah, you needed the sleep,” he answered simply. “You had a rough few days there.”

“Thanks,” you breathed. Suddenly your stomach groaned and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. “I’m starving. How about we stop and switch off again?”

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jessybarnes · 9 months

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I'll Show You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY! Minors GO AWAY

Tags: NSFW Title Card, Angst, Arguments, Bondage, BDSM, Praise Kink, Fingering (female receiving), Oral (male receiving), Throat-fucking, Unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP KIDS!), Begging (obviously), Fluffy ending, Language, and I think that’s it. HEED THE WARNINGS PLEASE!

Betas: @winecatsandpizza

Word Count: 3.6k

Fic Aesthetic: Yours Truly

Dedicated to: @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men

A/N: This is a repost from my old Tumblr blog. I am in the process of moving all of my fics over to this blog. I hope you all enjoy!

From the moment you met Sam and Dean Winchester, you’d known your life was about to change. Be it bad or good was hard to determine, mainly because of what they did for a living, but a little part of it had to do with the fact that the elder of the two brothers didn’t seem to like you.

You couldn’t put your finger on it. Anytime he exchanged words with you, it was always cold and dismissive. Sam assured you that his brother would come around, but you weren’t born yesterday. Dean had something against you, and you, being the stubborn woman you were, aimed to figure it out.

The three of you were sitting in the library sifting through lore for a case. There had apparently been reports of a Djinn hybrid in the Midwest, and you knew it had to be the work of Michael. Dean had his feet propped up on the table, a rather large dusty book in his hands. Sam was typing away on his laptop, the clicking of the keys being the only audible sound other than the occasional page turn.

You knew that finding a way to kill the latest and greatest monster of the week was what you should be doing, but you couldn’t focus. Not when this whole thing with Dean was eating at you.

“I can’t do this anymore!”

The book you’d been holding was thrown carelessly onto the table, the sound reverberating off the walls making both brothers jump.

Dean removed his boot-covered feet off the tabletop and planted them on the floor. You didn’t miss how his eyebrows knitted into a scowl or his signature eye roll.

“Giving up already, Y/N? You know, if the huntin’ life isn’t cut out for you, then you can see yourself out anytime.”

Sam sighed and gave Dean his best bitch face.

“Dean! Whatever is going on with Y/N, I can assure you that you’re not helping!”

He turned his gaze to you, his hazel eyes looking at you sympathetically. You’d normally just keep your anger bottled up inside, but something inside you snapped. Being a hunter meant everything to you after a demon killed your kid sister, and for Dean to question your loyalty like that had crossed a line. Your anger started to rise within you, like a sea of molten lava until you were no longer in control of your emotions.

Instead of storming off to your room and slamming the door for good measure like you normally would do, you stood and yanked the book Dean was reading out of his hand. You were gnashing your teeth together in such a snarl that it was a miracle they didn’t break.

“You think you’re so fucking smug, don’t you Winchester? You think you’re this big badass and that nothing can touch you. Well, let me tell you something.”

Your small hand grabbed onto the front of his shirt, bunching it up between your fingers as you got dangerously close to his face.

“You don’t fucking scare me in the least bit!”

The venom in your tone was palpable and with a hard push of your free hand, he and the chair went crashing to the floor.

Without giving him a chance to fire an insult back, you headed into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. You could hear Dean’s muffled voice as he spat angrily in response to his brother’s laughs. It only made the smirk on your face wider. Maybe now Dean will show you some respect.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet. You stayed in your room, scouring the internet for a way to kill the monster in question, and munched on some popcorn. The research came easily to you, your eyes scanning effortlessly through article after article. Even though you still hadn’t found a weapon to kill this Djinn on steroids, you knew your efforts would make Sam proud.

You felt his presence before he knew you did. He loomed in the doorway, leaning against it like it was the only thing keeping him from falling.

“Can I help you, Dean?”

You didn’t even bother to stop reading the article you’d found. He was probably just here to start something with you, and you had neither the time nor the energy to fight. Instead of replying, he pushed off the doorframe and stalked towards you, his shadow spreading across you and your keyboard.

You knew he was waiting for you to look at him, but you honestly didn’t feel like giving him the satisfaction. Why should you? He’d been nothing but an ass to you since you moved in. So instead of giving him what he wanted, you continued to read.

Apparently, Dean got tired of not having your attention because the next thing you knew, he’d taken your laptop and tossed it on your pile of dirty laundry in the corner. He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw clenching as he looked down at you.

“What the hell do you want, Dean? I’m trying to find a way to kill that fucking Djinn. You’re not still pissed about me putting you on your ass, are you? I mean, you kind o-HEY! LET ME GO!”

In one swift motion, he’d pulled you to your feet and shoved you against the wall. Dean’s chest heaved and his nostrils flared as he towered over you with his full height.

“You don’t fucking get it, do you Y/N?”

His forearm pressed into your chest, not hard enough to hurt you, but firmly enough to hold you in place.

Even at your disadvantage you still stood your ground. Your eyes narrowed perilously, certain that if looks could kill then Dean would have been done for.

“Oh, you think I don’t get it?! Trust me, Dean. I think I get exactly what you’re doing. Ever since I came here, you’ve been nothing but hostile to me! It’s because I’m a woman, isn’t it? You think just because I’m a woman that I can’t hold my own. Well, I’ve got news for you, Dean Winchester. I can do the job just as good as you any day of the fucking year!”

You were so caught up in getting your point across that you hadn’t noticed the amused look on his face. His laugh filled the small room as he let go of you. Tears streamed down his face as he hunched over, and it pissed you off that he thought this was amusing.

Finally, he swiped his sleeve over his eyes and took a few deep breaths to regain his composure.

“Is that what you think? You really think I’m a dick to you because you’re a woman? Oh my God… I thought you of all people would at least get it.”

He sighed and ran a hand across his face.

“Look, Y/N, It’s not because you’re a woman. Hell, some of the greatest hunters I know are women. I’m trying to protect you! I don’t want you to go through what Sammy and I have gone through. You’ve already lost one family member, and I’ll be damned if you lose your life, too. Just… Let Sammy and I handle the hunts okay? You can hold down the fort here in the Bunker and be our research guru. That I know you can handle.”

It was your turn to laugh.

“What do you know about handling anything? You could barely handle that case with the nest of nearly invincible vampires. What makes you think you can just walk in here and tell me what I can and can’t deal with? I mean, as long as we are on the topic, Let’s just be honest with ourselves, shall we?"

"You couldn’t handle me if I came with a user manual!”

The look on Dean’s face darkened. It sent heat straight to your core, something that you could almost always control when it came to the elder brother. Normally, his asshole demeanor outweighed him being the sexiest man you’d ever laid eyes on. You swallowed thickly as he invaded your space again. His once sparkling green eyes were now clouded with something new, something you’d only seen him offer to the occasional stripper or hooker that he brought back to the hotel.

“Are you challenging me, Y/N?”

You tried to hide the fact that he was having an effect on you, but your flushed skin and rapid heartbeat betrayed you. Your answer came easily, and the submissive part of you that lay dormant for so long surfaced like a rekindled flame.

“Yes.”

Dean brought one of his hands up to your face and cradled your cheek in it, the touch alone sent sparks through your veins. His freckles were so easy to see this close. Constellations mapped the entirety of his cheeks, and you briefly wondered if he had them elsewhere. Your eyes flicked from his intense gaze down to his lips, silently willing him to close the small gap between you and devour your mouth.

“Now now, Y/N, is that any way to talk to me? I think you know better. Yes what, sweetheart?”

You looked down at your bare feet, Y/E/C eyes focusing on the remnants of the chipped polish on some of your toenails. Your mind contemplated what was about to happen. You could still back out of this, push him out of the way, and run. That wouldn’t solve anything though. Running from your deepest desires, from Dean, was what you’d essentially been doing for months. It was now or never and quite frankly you wanted to give in. You wanted him to have full control over you, and you’d dreamed about it more than you’d like to admit.

“Y-Yes, Sir.”

Two of his fingers rested underneath your chin, raising it so you were looking up at him.

“Good girl.”

His praise was the first nice thing he’d ever said to you, and you’d be lying if it didn’t make your heart sing. His lips closed the distance and pressed against your own hungrily. His tongue slid into your awaiting mouth and you moaned sinfully. He tasted of cinnamon and whiskey, just like you’d always imagined.

Dean broke the kiss and touched his forehead against yours, his hands coming to rest on the curvature of your waist.

“Go to my room, Y/N. I want you to be stripped and kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed before I get back. Do you understand?”

Your response was immediate. Almost like a reflex, as it left your lips in a whisper.

“Yes, Sir.”

He watched you leave the confines of your room before heading the opposite way. Your feet padded down the hallway and came to a stop outside the closed door of Dean’s room. It had been years since you’d had a dom, and even then they hadn’t exuded as much dominance as Dean had just moments ago. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you entered his room and closed the door behind you. The smell of his cologne wrapped itself around you like a hug. The familiar scent calmed your nerves instantly and soon you found yourself naked and kneeling at the foot of the bed just as you had been told to do.

Dean came in a few minutes later and set what sounded like something heavy on top of his dresser. You didn’t dare look up though. He hadn’t given you permission, and you wanted to show him that you could be good and obey him.

“Look at you, doing what you’re told like a good, little girl. See? I knew you could do this. I bet you’re soaking wet already, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Once again his fingers came to rest under your chin, tilting your head so you were looking up at him through your lashes.

“Get on the bed.”

He wasn’t mean about it, but his tone was firm and laced with an underlying warning of consequence if you disobeyed. Swifty and quietly you climbed onto the comforter and resumed your kneeling position. Dean walked around to the other side of you and sat down. He was still fully clothed, but you could clearly see his erection tenting his jeans.

“Alright, sweetheart, let’s talk about the rules. You are to address me as sir, and only sir. Don’t cum until I tell you to, and if you ever feel uncomfortable with something that I am doing, then please use the safeword ‘cake’. Do you understand?

Hearing that your safeword was cake confused you at first, but when you thought about it for a moment it made sense. Dean was a pie fanatic. Especially if it was pecan pie, but you’d never seen him eat cake. Let alone mention it. So you could see how he’d come up with it in the end.

“Yes, sir. I understand, sir.”

Dean seemed convinced by your response so you stayed still and waited for his next command. You could hear him pick whatever he had brought with him off the dresser, and your pulse quickened at the thought of what he was about to do to you.

The bed dipped behind you, and his hot breath fanned across the back of your neck making you shiver.

“Clasp your hands behind your back for me, baby. I’m going to restrain you now so you stay still for me.”

You brought your hands behind your back, interlacing your fingers together so your wrists rested against your tailbone. The feeling of the nylon rope being looped around your wrists made you impossibly wetter. The thought of being restrained and letting none other than Dean Winchester worship your body was enough to make you cum, but you couldn’t do that. Not when he’d specifically told you not to.

Dean made quick work of the black rope. He maneuvered around your torso, wrapping it around each elbow and tying a knot in the middle to lock your arms in place. The rest of it was placed expertly around your chest and tied off, the final knot resting along your shoulder blades. He let you fall head first into the mattress, your head turning to the side so you could breathe. He stepped back to admire his work.

“A damn good job if I do say so myself. It’s not too tight, is it, darlin’?

You took a moment to tug at your binds and unclasp and reclasp your fingers. Everything still had circulation, but you still couldn’t break free if you tried.

“No, everything feels fine, sir.”

You heard him walk behind you, no doubt enjoying the view of you on display to him.

“God, you look so fucking beautiful like this. Look at you… showing me that perfect, round ass and that tight, little pussy of yours.”

He ran one of his fingers through your folds, and it took everything in you not to moan. Your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from making any noise.

“Mmmm just as I thought, soaking wet just for me.”

The thick digit left you and you looked into his lust-blown eyes as his lips closed around it.

“So good, Y/N. Now, are you ready for me to test you? Gonna show me what a good girl you are?”

You shook your ass at him for good measure and replied without hesitation. “I’m ready, sir.”

Dean grabbed onto your hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed, his clothed erection applying slight friction to your needy cunt. He ran his middle and index fingers through your juices a few times before sliding them into you.

“Be as loud as you want, princess. Sam isn’t here to hear you. It’s just you and me.”

Ever so slowly, he moved his fingers in and out of you, making you moan loudly.

“F-Fuck!”

His pace increased, and you felt the coil of heat tighten. You were so close already and he’d barely gotten started. You felt your walls tighten slightly and you squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to maintain control. Dean knew how hard you were trying and you also knew he was competing with you. Using his skills to his advantage to see how much you could take.

“Oh shit… shit shit shit… I don’t know if I can…. FUCK!”

Dean curled his fingers so they hit that spot inside you with each thrust. Soon you couldn’t hold back any longer. With a cry of his name, you came hard, squirting all over his hand and the bed.

The white-hot orgasm nearly made you pass out, and by the time your climax was over you knew you were in trouble. You couldn't see his face, but you were sure Dean wasn’t happy.

“Tsk tsk tsk … Y/N, you knew the rules. I seem to remember you agreeing to them and look at what you’ve done. You’ve made a mess, sweetheart.”

Just as you were about to apologize, he picked you up and set you gracefully on your knees.

“Are you ready to show me how sorry you are?”

Balancing on your knees while you were tied up like this was difficult, but being this close to Dean’s cock made your mouth water.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry for disobeying you, sir. May I make it up to you by having you fuck my throat?”

The groan that left his lips was downright the most sinful thing you’d ever heard, and you definitely wanted to hear him make that noise again.

“Fuck… you read my mind, sweetheart.”

Dean began to circle you, watching you like a hawk would its prey. His tie was the first thing to go. Seeing him reach his right hand up and rip it off shouldn’t be as sexy as it was, but at this moment anything Dean did was sexy. He stopped in front of you and undid his belt and the top button on his pants, letting them pool carelessly at his ankles.

Finally, he freed his cock and you watched as he pumped it a few times. A bead of precum wept from the tip, and you leaned forward to catch it on your tongue. Your mouth closed around the head and Dean let you set the pace at first, more praises flying from his mouth as you took him in as deep as you could.

“That’s it, princess… suck my cock. Mmmmm, you’re so fucking good at that. Taking it so well.”

His hand fisted in your hair and you let him take over. You relaxed your throat as he took what he wanted from you, your eyes watering more and more every time he hit the back of your throat.

“Jesus… you have one helluva mouth, Y/N.”

He began to pant and his thrusts began to falter. His grip loosened on your hair and you whined as he pulled himself from your mouth.

“Now, baby, don’t you want me to cum in that pretty pussy of yours?”

As much as you wanted to make him come apart with your mouth, having him buried inside you was more appealing at the moment.

“Please, sir. Please fuck me.”

Once again he picked you up, moving you back onto the bed with ease. Dean crawled behind you again, placing a hand on each of your hips. Without warning, he sheathed himself all the way to hilt, both of you crying out in pleasure. Dean set a harsh pace, his fingertips surely leaving bruises on your skin. You knew you would be sore. He was not, by any means, lacking in size. Not to mention the fact that he didn’t allow you to adjust to him.

His thrusts began to falter again, and you felt that familiar feeling come back. You tightened yourself around him, and he growled, fucking you harder into the bed.

“S-Sir!... please, sir! Please, may I cum? … F-Fuck!”

You were so close to the peak of pure bliss that you could almost taste it. You just needed a little more. Dean grabbed onto the knotted rope in the middle of your back and pulled you so your back was to his chest. His other hand snaked around your body and circled your clit vigorously.

“Fuck, Y/N… C’mon, princess… Cum all over my cock. Let go, baby.”

A few more seconds of him fucking up into you and you fell over the edge taking him with you. Your walls milking Dean for all he was worth. He held you there for a few minutes, your heavy breathing in sync as you both came down from your high.

Dean placed a chaste kiss on your back and pulled out of you. He took his time untying you, being careful not to irritate your skin further. Once you were free you stretched your arms and popped your knuckles.

Dean sat with his back to the headboard and pulled you into his lap, his hands rubbing your back gingerly.

“You did so well, Y/N. I’m so proud of you. You’re amazing.”

He kissed you sweetly and you melted against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion.

You listened to the steady beat of his heart and somehow made your brain form a coherent thought.

“I’m glad we were able to settle things, Dean. I was beginning to think you really did hate me. I understand everything now.”

He kissed the top of your head and held you protectively. “I could never hate you, Y/N. Not when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you, princess.”

His words shocked you, but you were too tired to respond. Sleep came easy for you in Dean’s arms, and you couldn’t wait to wake up tomorrow to see what this new life with Dean would bring you.

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spnfanficpond · 2 months

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February 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Pack by @spnexploration

I love this story. I love the pack dynamics and how they all are despite Dean being the Pack Alpha. I love that they even have an extended pack as well (Claire, for example). I love that the reader has to learn the world and shows a very real world freak out over the information as well as how the pack dynamic and tactics work with and without Dean and Sam. I love how gentle and human Dean and the Reader are together. It’s a very relatable story with new relationships. I related to the Reader’s self-view very, very much. I’m gonna start including pack dynamics in my own a/b/o fics. I love that idea, so so much. Evolution is slow to change, so even if a/b/o was an evolutionary change, it doesn’t mean that all aspects would change with modern day society. Please check the story out and the author. Thanks!

The Cala Lillies of Winchester by @littleangelcassie

This is such an amazing story! Castiel instantly connects with Dean who falls asleep on him while on the bus and Cas being Cas decides to take him home and keep him. Doesnt take long for Dean to agree. It’s an amazing, challenging love story from there that encompasses family, children, health and home, and the challenges of in-laws for their personal and religious views. It’s beautiful and terrifying, and worth the tears.

The Heartbreak Hotel by @naughtystiel

You have to read this is such a fluffy story. It’s like so heart warming, chest squeezing, heart racing and so angsty. I love it. It’s so fluffy that it’s schmoopy. That’s how affectionate and caring it is. Let the story take care of you. Trigger Warning: cheating, survivor’s guilt, bad parent Mary Winchester

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

If you don't look good, we don't look good by @talltalesandbedtimestories

HOLY HELL!!! This is SO HOT! With feelings, and hair, and brotherly Sam, and HOLY HOTNESS DEAN. *wipes sweat from brow*

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Mutually Beneficial by @kittenofdoomage

It's cute, fresh, and I can't wait to see where it goes!!

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Nominated by @spencereliotwinchester

Flash by Ellia (AO3)

It’s so simple, yet extremely deep. An amazing take on the masks we wear

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

(K)not For Sale by @sam-is-my-safe-word

I don’t even go to the school of ABO, but, Kasey, love, you killed me. It’s emotional and anxious and hot, and SB is the Omega. Yes. Good.

Spotless by @stusbunker

FAKE. DATING. I’m epically behind in college comments for this, but it’s so fun and sexy and Stuie!

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Nominated by @glygriffe

Wait for the Ricochet by @bobwess

I nominate this fic - first, because it is by Bob Wess and I think everybody in the SPN fandom should read at least one Bob Wess story - second, because it’s a time travel WIP where Dean and Sam meet their younger selves. 16-year-old Dean getting all big brother-y with 36-year-old Sam is precious, and Castiel serving as a buffer between the two versions of Dean is quite an interesting read.

(Divider by @glygriffe)

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

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thetiredstuff · 1 year

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begging everyone to give me destiel fan fic recs!!! AU best friend to lovers!!! pleaseeeeeeeeeee (no abo) pleaseeee

destiel au best friend to lovers fic recs

pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#destiel #pleaseeeeeeeeeee #spn fan fic #supernatural

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you-cant-spell-subtext-without · 2 months

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i like your shoelaces (thanks! i stole them from the president)

Chapter 14 is up!

Summary:

Cas wonders if Dick is truly obtuse enough to think his words carried such weight that Cas is going to cut Dean out of the equation right then and there. He supposes, in some manners - that’s exactly what he’s doing, at least when it comes to the formula of their personal relationship. Removing any variable that leads to the possibility of Cas being with Dean as an outcome. Zero-sum game. Crowley is watching Cas with nascent curiosity, for once seeming surprised instead of satisfied with what’s presently unfolding. Cas’ eyes drop back to Dean’s. He looks puzzled, but something shifts slightly in his expression when their gazes connect. It’s only incremental, but Cas swears Dean’s eyes grow just a smidge warmer. That doesn’t matter. They’ll be filled with hate for him soon enough. Cas opens his mouth, prepared to come clean.

Read from the beginning here!

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #spn fan fic #destiel fan fic #deancas fan fic #fan fic rec #spn creators daily #scribbles #shoelaces #Dean Winchester is a custodian in a fast food restaurant #Castiel is the President of the United States

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mrswhozeewhatsis · 11 months

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Shifted - The Humbug (Chapter 5/?)

A/N: Still no end in sight. Been sitting on this chapter for a while because it's short and posting takes TIME, and I just haven't had the time to post what with life, the universe, and everything. Again, this is a Secret Santa fic for @jensengirl83, who I can only hope will forgive me for how long this is taking me to throw together. Also, not beta-read because we die like men and all that. (Since no one follows me on ko-fi, I've kind of abandoned it, so y'all get to read it here first!)

Story summary: The Winchesters are meeting your family for the first time when you all visit for Christmas. Things don’t go quite to plan.

Chapter summary: Everything just feels hopeless.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count (chapter/story): 1178/7213

Warnings: Just a lot of humbug with a smidge of fluff.

Previous chapter - Series masterlist

“Y/N?” she whispered loudly, her eyes wide and jaw tense. “What were you doing in there with Dean while your boyfriend is across the hall asleep?!?”

You gave your sister the most annoyed sibling bitchface you could muster and hoped it covered your nerves while you lied through your teeth.

“I went in there to wake him up because he sleeps like an angry bear with a gun under his pillow and I didn’t want you or Mom or Dad getting shot. Also, I needed to talk to him about a gag gift we’re getting for Sam after we’re back home. I was considering adding a clown element, but Dean thought that might be taking things a step too far.” You snorted a little giggle at the idea and hoped that would further sell your lie to your all-knowing sister.

Your sister’s expression didn’t waver, however.

“The man you love has a serious phobia of clowns, but you want to get him a gag gift involving clowns?” Tracey shook her head at you disapprovingly, threw her hands up in the air, and turned back towards her bedroom. “I can’t believe I’m related to you!” she snapped as she walked back into her room and slammed the door behind her.

Nearly dropping to the floor with relief, you patted yourself on the back for managing to fool your sister.

Breakfast was relaxed and made you finally feel like you were back at home with your family, mostly because Dean was in the shower and Sam was out for a run. At one point, you thought you saw Dean approach the doorway, but when you turned to look, he wasn’t there. Your mom distracted you with a story about Christmas when you were five and started a food fight with Tracey during breakfast, making everyone laugh.

Sadly, it didn’t last long. The mood took another nosedive when Sam returned from his run, even though he only grabbed a muffin from the table, kissed your cheek, and headed directly towards the shower. The table went quiet as everyone ate their pancakes and bacon, and you wondered what more you could possibly do to fix things.

Why couldn’t your family trust that you knew what you were doing? Why couldn’t they just believe you when you told them that Dean and Sam were good people?

Maybe because you were lying to them.

Shit.

Suddenly, you didn’t want to be there, anymore. If you couldn’t be honest with your family, then you just shouldn’t have come to visit at all. It had just seemed so easy to have the man you love and his brother in the same room as your family. You’d thought you could give the brothers something they’d never had: a real Christmas with people who cared about them. You wanted them to see parents who remembered to buy presents and were there, because they didn’t have to get revenge or hunt evil. You wanted to give them silly traditions like wearing stupid sweaters and making each other guess their presents before they could open them. But that wasn’t what was happening because you’d lied.

Dean came in, sat down next to you at the head of the table like he’d been the night before, and put way less food on his plate than he normally would. Breakfast continued in near silence, with only occasional attempts at small talk between your parents. By the time Sam had returned, Tracey was helping your parents with the dishes while you and Dean were leaving with the excuse that you needed to shower, and Dean had to put finishing touches on his presents. With a tug of his sleeve, Sam turned right around with you and followed you and Dean to the guest room.

“I take it breakfast was about as comfortable as dinner last night?” Sam asked with a sad sigh as you all sat down on the bed. You and Sam settled with your backs against the headboard, and Dean sat next to you on the side of the bed, stroking your leg with his hand.

“It was fine until I showed up,” Dean replied, grimacing. “They were even laughing until I got there, and then it all went silent again.”

Giving the boys a sad smile, you slumped where you sat. “Normally, we’d put on our sweaters, open presents, then go into town for a Christmas market thing they do in the afternoon, then come home for dinner. However, I’m beginning to think we should just say that a job came up that we can’t refuse and leave. I mean, nobody is happy this way, and maybe we can all salvage a little joy if we’re just not together. Tracey already caught me coming out of Dean’s room this morning and then yelled at me for considering giving you a clown-related gift, Sam. They can’t possibly think any worse of me if we just leave.”

Sam looked thoughtful, but Dean slid up the bed so he could put his arms around your shoulders and hold you close. “I’m so sorry this is such a shitshow, pretty girl. If you weren’t with me, then none of this would be happening.”

With a little shove, you sat up straight and looked Dean dead in the eyes. “Don’t you even go down that road, mister! You are not the problem here! You are the best man I know, and I wouldn’t trade a minute with you for anything in the world. Especially not just for some stupid Hallmark holiday crap. This is happening because I lied to my family.”

Dean tried to interrupt, but you shushed him with a hand and shook your head.

“Maybe it was your idea, but I went along with it. I could have put a stop to it right at the start, and I didn’t. And now we’re deep in it, and I don’t see a way out besides just leaving. And, although I’ll be a little sad that this didn’t work out the way I’d hoped, I think it’s the best possible choice, right now. I love you, and I love our life, and I wouldn’t change a thing, so just stop whatever self-deprecating bullshit you’ve got running through your head right this minute!”

Sam snickered while Dean looked properly chastised.

“Alright, darlin’. If you say so,” Dean said, leaning in and giving you a chaste peck on your lips. “Then you go give your regrets to your family and we’ll get packed up. We leave in ten.”

“Wait,” you said, stopping Dean from standing up. “Make it thirty. I really do want to shower and put on clean clothes before we start the drive back to the bunker. Someone got me all hot and sweaty this morning, and I still feel a little gross,” you joked.

Sam closed his eyes and turned his head, putting a hand up so he couldn’t see you. “I don’t want to hear that, guys!!!” You and Dean both chuckled and took advantage of Sam not looking to share a kiss.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 11 months

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A New Adventure

Pairing: Team Free Will x Goddess!Reader

Word Count: ~400

Warnings: none!

Request by anon: Heyy! Can you write some headcanons of team free will x goddess reader? The reader would probably look 18 but she is thousand or millions years old. She is super sweet and shy but powerful goddess with different version around the world and Dean or Sam fall for her? The reader can be Hecate or Morrigan or something like that

Summary: You’re a respected Goddess, but it’s time for a new adventure after millions of years doing the same thing every single time.

Square Filled: mythology au (2021) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

Your name brings fear to whoever hears it. To your friends, you go by Y/N but you’re Morrigan, the Goddess and Keeper of Death

Most people think you’re death itself but you’re only the guardian of him

When reapers take souls, they bring them to you and then you bring them to death once you deem them worthy

Those who aren’t worthy are sent to the void where they wait execution by death

You’ve been doing this for millions of years on millions of planets, and now Earth is your home for a while

You’ve been roaming North America taking souls and delivering them to Death

You’ve settled into a town where people are dying under mysterious ways, which is why you were drawn to it

Where there are people dying mysteriously, there will be hunters. You’ve evaded them for so long, so you’re not worried about running into a couple along the way

No one told you the Winchesters were coming here

They’re pretty famous among the reapers and Death himself. They have a tendency to cheat death whenever possible, which makes for a pretty hefty headache for you

You’ve never had the pleasure of meeting them, so when you hear they’re in town, you have to meet them

You show up at their motel when they’re knee deep in research, and Sam is more shocked than his brother because Sam’s read about you in the lore books

“Dean, do you know who this is?”

“Should I?”

No one has ever had this kind of reaction to you before; they’re usually in fear, hatred, and in vain

Sam recognizes you from the pictures in the lore books, and you’re flattered for getting this kind of reaction

“What are you doing here?”

“Reaping souls. What does it look like?”

Sam’s surprised you’re more laid back than what you’re perceived to be. The books portray you to be this hard-core killer with a thirst for souls. You’re actually very kind and sweet but no one ever gives you the time of day

Now, if someone pisses you off then it’s game over for them

“I know this is a long shot, but do you want to hunt with us?”

You don’t see a down to hunting with the Winchesters since you’ve been solo for such a long time now

Sam is super cute so you don’t mind staying with them for a while

This is a start of a new adventure

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This Month’s Fic List

Did you ever feel like you had nothing to say? Than don’t talk: just read some good fanfic!

Supernatural

Damn if I do: a canon-divergent Lisa’s POV for the end of episode Let it bleed by @zepskies (Dean x Lisa)

When we begin again: a look at Sam watching Dean slowly recover his memory after Regarding Dean. A fic by @entropic-saudade on AO3 (No pairing)

A New Form: Sam discovers after his father’s death that he was in fact the only child of John and Mary. So… who raised him if not his brother? A shapeshifter!Dean story by Kenophobia on AO3 (No pairing)

Untitled: An Angel gazed into the abyss … a Drabble by @fortyfoursunsets-a325 with art (Castiel x Dean)

Costume Closet: a wonderful tale of self discovery with Dean as a siren by @bendingsignpost (Dean x Castiel)

Untitled Tumblr fic: where Sam writes Reddit AITA post in his head about his brother’s understanding of gender and LGBTQ topics. Kind of. A ficlet by @cosmicoceanfic (Dean x Castiel)

Other works

Untitled prompt: a super-power person plea against being a superhero by @graysquirrel7 (No pairing)

#spn fan fic #fanfic rec #rec list #reading list #supernatural fanfiction #original writing

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 3 months

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The Dangers of Hope Ch. 3

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: None really. Angst. Dean being a bit of an asshole. A brief, near sexual encounter. Smidge of fluff.

Word Count: 3,654

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: So, here I am with chapter 3. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for all the very kind comments that this series has received so far. You're all fabulous.

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The next morning Dean was sitting at the table in his tent, listening to the camp waking up around him, when his tent flap opened and Cas strolled in. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Jesus, we gotta put up a piece of wood on the tent poles or something so people can knock.” He said in a surly and growly, early morning voice. When Cas didn’t respond, he challenged him with an even surlier tone. “What? Why are you here?”

Cas walked further into the tent. “I saw you gave Y/N back her daughter.” Dean raised his hand and then dropped it, conceding the point. “And,” Cas continued, raising his hand in the air and waving it slightly, “no more manacles.”

Dean spread his arms wide. “These are all things I already know, Cas; why are you telling me this?”

Cas shrugged slightly. “So, can I assume this means you no longer think she’s going to turn into a monster at any minute?”

Dean blew out a puff of air. “It means, she’s been here a week, and hasn’t turned yet. And since that isn’t really something that happens to people who get bit, I think I can be reasonably certain she won’t turn, randomly, out of the blue one day. And I gave her back her kid so she can look after her, and I can get Risa back as a soldier instead of a nanny.”

Cas wore a very enthusiastic expression as he moved closer. “Come on, even you have to admit that this is exciting.”

Dean arched a brow. “Exciting?”

Cas’ voice became awestruck. “Dean, this is the most hopeful sign we’ve had in…years!”

“Aw, don’t come at me with that hopeful bullshit!” Dean’s scowl and fierce countenance was immediate and slightly intimidating, even to the angel.

“Hope is nothing but a fucking lie, okay? We know it. We HOPED we could stop Lilith breaking seals and we didn’t, we HOPED we could stop the apocalypse, but we failed at that too. We HOPED we could save everyone, and well, we’re doing a pretty piss poor job of that, aren’t we? Every single time we go out on a raid, I hope we come back with the same number of people we left with, but it doesn’t happen very often, does it? We hoped -”

Dean cut himself short and swallowed hard, lowering his voice. “We hoped that Sam would be strong enough to say no, but…he wasn’t. I hoped I could save him. And-” He cut himself off again and rubbed a hand hard across his face.

“So just don’t come at me with ‘hopeful’.” Dean said, sneering the word.

He tapped his fingers against his chest. “Cause I gotta live in the reality of this situation. And look, if you wanna hide away from that reality, you wanna get blitzed and bombed every day, and pretend like you’re some kind of sexual guru, fuck around with dozens of girls, I don’t really give a shit. Okay? Do it. But I,” he banged his chest with his whole fist this time, “I have to live in the reality of our lives.”

Dean stood up and stepped closer to Cas, swinging his arm out sideways. “And the reality is I have no fucking clue why that woman hasn’t turned.” He shrugged dismissively. “Maybe the person who bit her wasn’t fully turned themselves, or maybe they didn’t fully break the skin so it didn’t take completely. Who knows. All I know is that she’s probably not gonna turn and so now we’ve got one more mouth to feed. Two, actually.” He said holding up two fingers. “And two more people draining our resources.”

He stepped back and turned away, giving Cas his profile. “That’s the reality. So you wanna join me in it, great. If not,” He turned his head to look at him, lifting his hand towards the entrance, “there’s the door. Or, you know, the tent flap.”

He dropped down onto the chair he’d vacated and rubbed a hand across his lips. He looked up when Cas spoke softly.

“I don’t wanna live in this reality, Dean. I just can’t anymore. So I choose hope, I choose to be hopeful that maybe she marks a change, maybe things can be different. I’m telling you, this reality isn’t the only option.”

Dean shook his head. “It’s my only option. I learned a long time ago, and you should’ve too - hope is dangerous. Reality can’t hurt you like hope can.”

Cas’ expression was discouraged and disappointed as he nodded, looking away from Dean. He said nothing more as he turned and walked away.

***

A little while after Cas left, Dean moved out to his campfire and cooked and ate his ration of eggs and potatoes. As he drank his coffee, he was actively trying to push the argument with Cas out of his head. He had a camp to lead, he didn't need this crap clouding his judgment.

It was ridiculous to think the woman represented some kind of new hope for mankind. He rolled his eyes at the very notion.

Still, he found himself calling out to Johnston as the soldier walked by. The man stopped abruptly and turned fearful eyes on Dean. It drove Dean a little crazy that after more than two years of Johnston serving the camp, of protecting it and helping to run the day-to-day work and activities there, he still seemed petrified of Dean.

I can't possibly be that scary, Dean thought with a deep scowl. Not like I've had him flogged for looking at me wrong or something.

Dean rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the fear radiating from the other man.

“You settled Y/N and her daughter?” He asked.

Johnston's blue eyes were slightly bulging and his prominent Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

Dean waited a minute for him to elaborate before prodding him gruffly. “And?”

The other man seemed at a loss and Dean snapped his fingers impatiently. “And where did you put them?”

Understanding finally lit in Johnston's eyes and he began nodding. “Oh, yes sir. I put them in the southwest corner. Fourth row, the tent on the end.” He seemed proud to get that much out. But then he raised a finger. “Oh, the tent is red.”

Dean nodded and waved at him. “As you were.”

Johnston saluted (even though Dean had told him a million times not to) and hurried on. Dean sighed deeply and without thinking about it too much, he headed in the direction of the red tent.

When he got there he shouted out a hello, feeling slightly foolish and vowing then and there to make it a project to put some kind of wood near tents’ openings so people could knock.

The flap opened and Y/N's face lit up with a beaming smile when she saw him. “Hi!”

Not knowing what to do with her enthusiasm, he just nodded. There was a slightly awkward moment and then Emma, her big blue eyes staring up at Dean, poked her head out from behind her mom, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around her hips and leaning her head into her side.

Y/N lifted her arm a little so Emma could shuffle out from behind her a bit more. She combed down Emma's slightly flyaway curls with her fingers and then settled her hand on the little girl's thin shoulders.

She gestured to Dean. “Say hi to Mr. Winchester.”

The little one just pressed closer and looked away from Dean to bury her face in her mother's side.

Y/N gave him a slightly chagrined look. “She isn't usually this shy.” She said by way of apology.

But Dean simply shook his head. Unlike Johnston, he understood all too well why this blue-eyed moppet was scared of him. She'd watched him nearly end her mother's life - not something she was ever likely to forget.

Dean hated that that realization came with a trace of guilt. Feeling very annoyed with himself, he straightened up and nodded curtly.

“Good.” He said succinctly, responding to nothing. “I just wanted to make sure you were settled properly.”

He turned in an abrupt about face and started walking away.

“Dean, wait!” Y/N called out to him. He turned back to see her wave Emma back into the tent and head towards him. When she reached him she wore her bright smile again, and he frowned deeper as a result.

“I wanted to ask you about something.”

Dean said nothing, waiting for her to continue. She seemed to be a little nervous, fiddling with her hair. She finally clasped her hands in front of her and continued.

“So, I was talking to Eric?” She said as though it was a question. Dean did give her a puzzled look.

“Eric?” He asked.

Y/N had opened her mouth to continue talking, but then closed it and gave her head a shake, pointing to the side at nothing in particular.

“Eric Johnston? The…soldier that brought us to this tent and helped us set it up.”

Dean nodded in recognition. Yes, he remembered now, that was his first name. He never used it. “Right.” He waved her on.

“And I was asking about school for Emma, but he said there isn't one.”

Dean shook his head. “No, the parents, guardians, they look after that themselves.”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, but I was thinking…well, I was a third grade teacher in the…before.” She thumbed behind her as though their former, normal lives were just right behind them, around the corner, instead of existing eons ago.

She shrugged. “So, I was thinking that maybe I could start a kind of school for the kids here. Eric figured there were about 35 or 40 of them. So I thought we could hold lessons somewhere outside most days, but if the weather's bad, maybe we could use the main cabin.”

Dean was scowling harder now, so she rushed on. “It would only be for a few hours a day. Wouldn't be anything spectacular, but it could help them with reading and math, and just some basics. Keep the kids' minds occupied and give their parents a couple of hours on their own.”

She shrugged. “It's nothing much, but it might help people feel a little more hopeful about the future.” She finished with another bright smile.

Dean felt his ire rise with that word again - hopeful. This woman was going to upset everything, tip the precarious balance of the camp on its head.

He shook his head angrily. “We don't do shit like that. This isn't a fucking gated community, okay? These are survivors who get by together. That's it.”

Y/N's eyes were so earnest it almost hurt to look at her. “But, don't you see, it could be a community. Not gated, but open. We could do more for each other than just survive.”

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “Look, if you're unhappy with being here, we can happily help you on your way.”

Y/N raised her hands. “No, of course not, that's not what-”

Dean cut her off with a cold, hard voice. “And you can't teach kids like this.” He waved a hand towards the red rings encircling her irises. “You'd scare the shit outta them. Take one look at you and freak out, thinking you're gonna turn into a monster any minute.”

That pulled Y/N up short and Dean could see by her slight flinch that his words had hit home. She was quiet a minute and her smile was dimmed as she nodded.

“Right. That's…no, you're right.” She gave an imitation of a chuckle. “There aren't many mirrors around, so I…sometimes I forget about…” she gestured to her eyes.

She shook her head. “I was just trying to find a way to be helpful, you know.” She shrugged. “But yeah…” She trailed off and Dean felt a sick gnawing sensation in his stomach as she gave a final dull smile.

“Okay, well thanks.” She said as she turned away. Though what she could have possibly been thanking him for, he had no idea.

He thought about Cas’ disappointed expression, and Y/N's bent smile and he gritted his teeth. This morning was not going well for him.

The day didn’t get much better from there. He spent most of it planning their next raid for canned goods. They were running low, and it was September already. Over the next couple of months they’d have to make sure they had whatever they needed for the winter. Once the snow hit, the winter roads were sometimes impassable for weeks at a time.

They were having to go further and further out from the camp to find supplies. The area was becoming picked clean. There were four or five other, smaller, groups of survivors within about a hundred square miles of their camp. For the most part they all rubbed along together alright, pretty much just leaving a big buffer of space between the camps, and leaving each other alone.

However, Dean was starting to worry about what would happen now that resources and supplies around them were starting to run out. In this last year, they’d started having to drive hours and hours away from camp to find un-ransacked grocery stores and restaurants in the abandoned cities. They could manage it because of their size, but some of the smaller groups had very few working vehicles, making it harder for them to travel. Dean worried what would happen when they got desperate.

He wanted to be ready for winter.

So, he tried to spend the day planning the best route to hit as many cities as they could without hitting too many known Croat hives, or cleaned out cities. But he kept getting interrupted by his soldiers. The concerns of the camp were unending, and sometimes felt completely overwhelming.

The morning kept being interrupted by issues and grievances his soldiers brought him from some of the camp inhabitants. He tried to put out as many fires as he could, while continuing to plan the raid.

Then he ended up spending far too much of the afternoon talking about drainage and irrigation with the young guy who used to be an engineering student, and an old farmer who’d spent his whole life in the fields. The two very different men were teaming up to try and see about making bigger winter crop plots this year. They’d grown some winter vegetables last fall and winter, and even that small amount of fresh food had made a big difference in the health of the campers. So this year they were hoping for more.

Finally the men went off to plan some more and Dean folded up his maps. He hadn’t made much headway into the raid route, but the light was getting low; he’d have to come back to it. He fried up some spam and a few of the cooked, frozen potatoes they’d put up in the spring and sat beside his fire for a while before tossing water on it and going inside his tent. He lit a lantern and started to try and look at the maps again, but he was interrupted by Risa.

Dean lifted his chin towards her by way of greeting. She came forward and dropped a small piece of machinery on his table. “Here’s the piston for that Ford we towed back last week.” She said, referring to the truck they’d found abandoned on the side of the road with no owners in sight. “Should work.”

Dean nodded. “Great.”

Risa lingered a moment and then walked closer to him. “How are you?”

Dean shrugged. “Fine.”

She moved forward to stand between his legs and then reached out to run her hands over his cheeks and down his neck. She bent over and pressed a brief kiss to his lips.

“I miss you.” She said, her voice softer and more intimate than it ever was when they were soldier and commander. “You haven’t been to see me in weeks.”

“Sorry.” Dean said gruffly and then let her kiss him again, kissing her back for a moment before pulling away.

Not willing to give up, Risa straddled his outstretched thighs and reached for his zipper. “It’s okay, I bet I can find ways to entice you back.” She said, dark brown eyes flashing with heat.

But Dean grabbed her hands and pulled them away. He kissed her briefly to try and ease the sting of his rejection. “Sorry, not tonight.” He nodded towards the maps on his table. “I’ve got shit I gotta finish.”

Risa bit into her lip, looking down at their hands entwined in his lap, and then nodding before she stood up. She lifted her mouth in a smile. “Yeah, sure. ‘Kay.” She nodded again and pointed to the piston as she left. “Let me know if that works.”

Dean sighed as his tent flap fell back into place. And that was the third person he’d disappointed today. Without his permission Y/N’s face floated into his mind. Despite what he’d said to her, he couldn’t deny how beautiful that face actually was. The red pigment in her eyes made no difference to that beauty.

He couldn’t erase the image of her crestfallen expression when he told her she’d scare the kids. That was complete bullshit and he knew it. Five seconds in her shiny presence and the kids would be eating out of her hand.

He growled slightly as he could feel himself caving. But would it really be so bad to let her teach the kids somewhere? They’d have to stay out of the way, and she’d have to keep them all quiet when they were together in a mob. But it might actually free their parents up for more of the endless tasks it took to maintain the camp.

If he let her do it, he’d have to make sure she knew he was only saying yes so that they could have the kids out of the way for a while. This wasn’t some hopeful mission for the future. It was just a practical solution for improving the camp.

He nodded. Yeah, I'll tell her tomorrow.

But even as he though it, he got up and walked out of his tent, moving towards the southwest corner of the camp. Within a couple minutes he was standing in front of the red tent and again found himself clearing his throat and embarrassingly calling out a hello, like he was the Avon lady.

Y/N poked her head out of the tent and smiled. But she lowered her eyes a little and wouldn’t look directly at him. He wanted to punch himself.

“Hi.” She said softly, and then stepped out of the tent into the cool, late evening breeze. She waved towards the tent. “Emma’s sleeping.”

He nodded. She rubbed her arms and he frowned. “Didn’t they give you a jacket?” Then he noticed she was still wearing the grubby clothes she’d been wearing when she came. “And clean clothes?”

Y/N nodded and even in the dusky twilight Dean could see her blush. “Yes, but I realized…I’m all dirty.” She shrugged. “Nothing but basin baths for weeks. I’d like to get cleaner before I put on the clean clothes. One of your soldiers said there was a place where people went to bathe nearby. But he didn’t have time to take me.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, there’s a river about four miles south of camp. It does the trick. I’ll take you tomorrow.”

He scowled; he didn’t know where that offer had come from. He could have had one of his soldiers, or any other camper really, take her out to the river. But he didn’t rescind the offer and Y/N nodded happily.

“That would be wonderful.” She said rapturously.

Dean nodded curtly again. “Yeah. And uh…you can do the school.” Y/N looked directly at him now and her face was surprised, but clearly thrilled.

“Really?”

He nodded and scowled. “Yeah, the kids'll get over it." He said with a nod to her red eyes. "But just make sure you all stay out of the way of the work in the camp. And let the parents know we’ll have some work for them during the hours their kids are gone. We can use the extra hands.”

Y/N nodded. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to help out where they can.”

Impulsively it seemed, she threw her arms around him, squeezing his arms tight to his sides as she hugged him. Shock coursed through him and he didn’t know how to move. Thankfully it was a brief hug and she was soon pulling away.

“Thank you so much, Dean. I’m so excited. I think it’s going to make a real difference. Just wait.”

As she bid him goodnight and bounced back into her tent, he shook his head, frowning deeply.

Fuck, he thought, everything is too different already.

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waywardxwords · 14 days

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Chapter 7 - We're Not in Kansas Anymore

Chapter Warnings: Some angst, language, Supernatural-y things (demons, exorcism, etc.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: ~3.3k

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Moments after Meg hung up the phone, your front door swung open. He looked pissed, and a little bit concerned, as his eyes moved over you.

“You alright?” He asked gruffly as his eyes swept down your body, subsequently looking for any injuries. You nodded, unable to speak out loud from the confusion and terror coursing through you. His eyes returned to yours with a look that read as sympathetic, like he was sorry.

Before he could move again, Meg returned her hold on you with a nod of her head. Your feet left the ground once more, and you couldn’t stop the scream that came up from your belly as you were pressed against the wall again.

“Dammit, Meg!” Dean cursed. He took a step towards you and Meg stopped him in his tracks.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she wagged her finger. “Not another step, Dean.”

“You wanted to talk? Well, you got me,” he held his hands out wide, and to you it looked like he was trying to show her that he had no weapons or wasn’t trying to threaten her. It made you wonder what kind of weapon could stop Meg, or a demon, rather. It also made you worried for your friend who, you guessed, was trapped in there somewhere. But really, you had no idea.

“Yeah, well, something tells me that if I let her go, this won’t just be a friendly chat anymore,” she rounded the corner a bit as Dean shifted in the living room. Her back was now to the kitchen, which led to your laundry room and back door. Your eyes noticed movement in the shadows of the laundry room. You would’ve screamed if Meg still didn’t have her hold on you.

“What do you want, Meg?” You knew Dean had to see the man slowly inching his way into the kitchen, but he didn’t falter. He didn’t even allow his eyes to pass over the shadow. Instead, he continued talking to Meg.

“Word on the street is that you and your idiot brother are trying to close the gates of Hell,” she shifted her body so she was completely facing Dean. “You’ve got a lot of people looking for you, ya know.”

“Ah, come on. I shouldn’t be that hard to find,” Dean quipped back.

At that very moment, the shadow stepped fully into the light. He was a tall man, and based on Meg’s comment, you assumed he may have been Dean’s brother, Sam. In two quick, long strides he was just a few feet behind Meg. You noticed the gallon jug of what looked like water in his arms. In one quick movement, he doused Meg with the liquid and she screamed. She writhed against the water, and fog or smoke started to lift off of her skin.

As soon as the water had been tossed, you felt the weight fall away and gravity took over. You fell to the ground in a heap just like you had before. Dean reached you quickly, he tentatively put a hand on your shoulder and eyed the situation in front of him. The taller man in the room snapped what looked like cuffs on Meg's wrists. She sputtered as she looked down at them.

“Devil’s trap on cuffs?” She tried to mock, but somehow you could tell she was frustrated. “Very clever, boys.” She spit out some of the water that she had ingested. You clambered to your feet and brushed your hair out of your eyes as you attempted to regain your composure. Dean moved in front of you and blocked your view. “Aren’t you tired of playing games? I sure am.”

“You’re the one who started this,” the taller man pushed back as he held onto her arm. Even though her hands were locked in handcuffs, it seemed he was still nervous she would run off.

“Oh, come on, Sasquatch,” she rolled her eyes. “You know you wouldn’t have listened to me if the circumstances were different.” Her eyes moved towards where you stood behind Dean. She peered her head to see around him. As soon as she made eye contact, you averted your gaze.

“Don’t look at her,” Dean said firmly as he adjusted his stance. “You know what they say, Meg. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

“Yeah, well, what now, hot shot? You gonna use the demon blade on me? Take me hostage? What happens when I ditch this meat suit?” She bit back. Your eyes focused on Dean’s back and wondered what any of that meant. The memory of what Meg had referred to earlier surfaced: whatever happens to that body, happens to Jen.

“Jen’s my best friend,” there was a slight stutter to your soft voice as you tried to cope with everything that had happened. “Don’t hurt her.”

Dean’s head cocked to the side as he listened to you. You watched the muscle that lined his jaw flinch before he turned back to Meg.

“We’re gonna send this bitch back to Hell,” Dean’s words came out strong and confident. It sent a shiver throughout your body. Before you could ask what that meant, Dean seemed to sense your question. “Don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt your friend.”

Meg seemed nervous, but Sam started speaking in a language you didn’t recognize. Latin, maybe? But as he spoke, Meg seemed to become very uncomfortable. She pulled against the cuffs, and then something happened that you had only ever seen in movies before—the kind of movies that gave you nightmares. You peered over Dean’s shoulder and watched as Jen’s head shook violently side to side. Her mouth opened and then thick black smoke began to funnel out of her. Instinctively, you reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Dean’s jacket. A tremble coursed through your body.

And then just like that, your friend crumpled to the floor. Sam rushed to her with a key and undid the handcuffs.

You pushed past Dean and dropped to your knees by her. She slowly opened her eyes.

“Where the hell am I?” She blinked up at you and the two men standing over you and sat up quickly. "And why am I wet?"

“Jen, take it easy,” you breathed and tried to calm your shaking hands. “You passed out.” It wasn’t a total lie, and you already knew Jen would have a hard time believing any of this. You certainly did, until you saw it for yourself. "I splashed some water on you to try to get you to wake up."

“I…I don’t even remember coming inside. I pulled up to your driveway, and then something happened…” her words fell off as you could sense her trying to remember. “There was black smoke.” Her eyes widened and you panicked.

“You must have hallucinated or something,” you quickly tried to fill in the gaps.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she rubbed at her forehead before she took on the two men behind you. Her eyebrows went upwards as she tried to place the two of them. “Is that…?”

Before anyone could say anything else, you interjected. “Jimmy and Ben, my new neighbors. They, uh, they heard me yelling for help when you passed out,” you lied through your teeth. You had lied to her more than once tonight, and that didn’t sit well with you, but the alternative (the truth) was too complicated. “They came to help.” Dean and Sam both managed a small nod as they watched over Jen. “Here, let me walk you both out.”

“You sure?” Dean eyed you carefully as you stood and helped your friend to her feet. You led her to the couch, but her gaze stayed on Dean.

“I’m sure,” you answered quickly. “I’ll get her some food and water. I’m sure it was just a low blood sugar thing.”

“I don’t have low blood sugar,” Jen’s voice was low but she plopped down on the couch anyway.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” your words were jumbled together. You just wanted to get Dean and Sam out. Jen had read the articles, you knew she would recognize Dean once she fully became aware of her surroundings, if she hadn’t already. The whole demon thing was hard enough for you to understand, and you had witnessed it for yourself.

You gently placed a hand on Dean’s back and one on Sam’s as you ushered them to the door. Once you were through the doorway, you pulled the door shut behind you and closed your eyes. It felt like the first time you could take a breath since this entire ordeal started (and to be honest, since you had stumbled upon the articles about Dean in the first place).

“Jimmy and Ben?” Dean’s voice was low as he eyed you cautiously. He didn’t know where you stood in all of this, but was dying to find out. To be honest, you didn't even know yourself; there was so much to wrap your mind around.

“I panicked,” you matched his volume. “I couldn’t tell her the truth. She just got done reading articles about how you’re both murderers and are supposed to be dead. I’m sure she’ll put it together once she sees your pictures again. I just have to figure out how to explain it to her. She’s never going to understand.” You nibbled subconsciously on your bottom lip. Once you realized you were doing it, your eyes popped up to Dean. His words from that night were all you could process: “What’d I tell you about that lip?” You released it immediately, though you could tell by the way he clenched his teeth and his jaw tightened, he had noticed.

“Do you understand?” Dean asked gently. Whatever hold you had over him a moment ago, he had pushed it out of his brain and refocused on the situation you were currently in.

“Not in the least,” you sighed as the weight of everything seemed to fall over you; you had to lean against the door just to hold yourself up. “But I’m realizing there are things I guess I just can’t understand. And maybe you aren’t a psychopath and maybe you were telling me the truth. Is Jen going to be alright?”

Dean offered a small smile, but his eyes still pierced through you—it was almost as if he was worried if he looked away, you might keel over. “She’ll be fine. She might have weird memories, but physically, she’ll be alright.”

You nodded, satisfied with that answer. “So what does this all mean? And that was a demon?” Your eyes danced between them and then steadied on Sam. “And you—how did you get into my house? I have so many questions.” You sounded exasperated, because that’s exactly what you were.

Sam smiled cautiously. It seemed like these boys were worried if they weren’t careful, you might break. “It was way too easy. You really should lock your windows,” he chuckled lightly before he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m Sam, by the way. It’s nice to meet you,” he put his hand out for you to shake. You were hesitant, but you took it. After all, these guys had just saved your life.

“We’re gonna stay close, once Jen leaves, let’s talk, alright?” Dean offered, still with a low tone. “I’m sure if Meg knows about you, others do too. Or they will soon enough. We’ll park a few houses down and keep an eye out.”

“And what about Meg? Is she truly gone?” You watched them nervously.

“For now,” Dean answered. “She’ll find a way out of hell, she always does. If word gets out, which it will, about what we’re trying to do, she’ll claw her way out before she lets it happen. Most of them will…” his words were hard and serious. This was serious.

“I have so many questions,” the words came out in a breath. Now that the shock was wearing off, the utter fear, anxiety and physical pain from falling twice was starting to set in.

“I know you do, sweetheart,” it almost seemed like Dean winced after he said the word, but you ignored it. “We’ll get there, I promise. Just try to relax. You’re safe right now, and I intend to keep it that way.”

You knew he meant it by the force of his words and the look in his eyes. You nodded.

“Okay, then,” you took a shaky breath and straightened yourself so you weren’t leaning against the door. “I’ll, um, I’ll call you?” You glanced back at Dean and he nodded. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, like there was something he wanted to do. But instead, he and Sam walked down your front steps and to the street to head back to the car.

You took a deep breath before you went inside.

“So, wanna know what’s weird?” Jen asked as you rinsed the dishes. You made her sit at the table and drink her water, even after she tried to insist on helping you. She hadn’t brought up anything that had happened, and you were thankful, though surprised. You had a twisting feeling in your gut that told you that was about to change.

“Hmm?” You hummed as you put the rinsed dish in the dishwasher.

“Your neighbor looks a lot like Dean…” she eyed you over her water glass.

Thankfully, the dish had made it on the rack before it slipped out of your hands. You let a few seconds pass before you laughed nervously.

“Really? I guess I didn’t see it,” you avoided eye contact even though you could feel her gaze.

Jen stood from her seat and you eyed her carefully. There were uneasy feelings when you looked at her that you couldn’t forget. You knew it wasn’t her before—she didn’t have some crazy superpower and she couldn’t fling you against a wall. But still, it was hard to separate what happened with Meg from your friend standing beside you.

“Oh, please,” she gave you a look that told you she knew you weren’t giving her the whole story. “The man you’ve been trying to forget for three days has an uncanny resemblance to your ‘neighbor’ and you don’t notice?” She folded her arms across her chest.

“Jen, I can’t explain it,” you said simply with a sigh as you finally turned to face her. “I’m sorry for everything—I’m sorry you passed out, I’m sorry for dragging you into the whole Dean thing. I’m just sorry.”

Her gaze softened as you blabbed in the middle of your kitchen. “Hey, you don’t owe me any apologies, okay?” If only she knew the truth. “I’m your best friend. You don’t have to apologize for anything. And you can talk to me, alright?” You nodded once and focused your gaze on the tile by your feet. “Look, it’s been a long night. I’m exhausted. I’m gonna head out, but can we talk tomorrow? Please?” She tilted her head so you’d look at her.

Tomorrow. At least it gave you some time to process everything. “Tomorrow sounds good,” you replied. Jen sighed and wrapped her arms around you in a hug. “You sure you’re okay to drive home?” Worry bubbled through you. Even though Dean had said she would be alright, you just couldn’t be sure. Hell, you weren’t sure of anything at that moment.

“Oh, I’m fine,” she said as she pulled back with a small smile. “It takes me maybe five minutes to get home. I’ll even text you when I get there.”

“Okay, deal,” you smiled back. You walked your friend to the door and promised her a phone call the next day. Your arms folded across your chest as you stood on your front porch and watched her pull away, partially to block the cool night air in Virginia, but also to protect yourself from everything that had terrified you that night. Both sent shivers up your spine.

As soon as her tail lights turned down another street, headlights illuminated behind you. Just as promised, it looked as though Dean and Sam had parked just a few houses down the block.

As they pulled up to the curb in front of your home, you recognized that it wasn’t the Impala.

Both doors opened at the same time, and you tried to manage a smile as they got out of the car. “How’re you doing?” Dean asked as they climbed the steps to your porch.

A shrug lifted and dropped your shoulders. “It’s been a weird three days, putting it lightly.”

You opened the door to welcome them inside.

“Ha,” Dean chuckled lightly. “I can imagine.” You realized how he must have felt after not hearing from you. While you had gone through your own misery and fear of losing him because you thought he was some psychopathic killer, to then realizing he was telling the truth, he must have been so confused and worried.

“Hey, uh, could I use your restroom?” Sam asked as he cleared his throat. You nodded and showed him the way. It was pretty obvious he was trying to give you and Dean a moment.

Dean hesitated, but came back to stand in front of you after Sam went down the hall.

“I owe you an apology,” you said softly as you tried to calm your heart as it raced in your chest.

“No you don’t,” he shook his head adamantly and shoved his hands in his pockets to busy them so he wouldn’t reach out and touch you. “You had every right to run for the hills. In fact, I owe you an apology.” Before you could say anything, he continued. “There are a lot of things I should’ve done…and probably some things I shouldn’t have, too.” His tone had dropped. “You’re wrapped up in this because of me. And I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s okay,” you murmured as you studied his eyes. They were the same as you remembered them from just a few days before. “I was interested in you from the jump. And I called you, remember?”

“Oh, I remember,” he chuckled softly as his face softened. “But I probably should’ve said no.”

You shook your head immediately without having to take a second thought.

“No, please don’t say that,” you reached for his hands and pulled them from his pockets. The feeling of his skin on yours once more created a flutter in your chest that almost felt like pieces were being put back together. “Even knowing all that I know now, as crazy as it’s going to sound…I wouldn’t go back and change anything.”

Dean brought your hands up to his lips and left a soft kiss there. “I hear you. And I wouldn’t want to change it, either. But this life isn’t a life you want anything to do with. I should’ve been smarter about that. I usually am, but you were…”

“Different,” you answered for him with a small nod. “I know what you mean.”

Sam had reemerged from the bathroom and slowly made his way into the living room. He cleared his throat to announce his presence.

“So, what does this mean now? You’re sure Jen isn’t in any kind of danger?” Dean had let your hands go and you shifted your gaze to look at both of them.

“I don’t think so,” Dean answered. “Meg wanted to get to us, and she knew she could do that through you. We’ll have a friend of ours keep an eye on Jen, just to be safe.” You felt okay with that answer, for now at least. “But you, on the other hand…” his words fell again as he looked at you. “I don’t wanna scare you when I say this—“

You cut him off with a wave of your hand. “With all I’ve witnessed and learned today, I don’t think I could be more scared than I already am. Lay it on me.”

Dean offered up a small smile. “If Meg knows about you, then others will, too.” You nodded as you tried to process. “How do you feel about coming to Kansas for a little while?”

A/N: Happy Thursday, friends! There's chapter 6 - how are we feeling? She finally is starting to make sense of everything (the best she can). And maybe going to Kansas with the Winchesters?

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Chapter 8 will be posted on (or maybe before, TBD) Thursday, 4/18!

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“I’m okay,” you said out loud for him, but also for yourself. “I’m not really a big fan of the unknown…I’m a planner.” You mumbled as you looked around at your things.

“Not big on taking chances, huh?” Dean chuckled softly as his eyes watched you move. Again, it was like he was waiting for it all to set in and for you to crumble.

“Nope,” you sighed as you finally looked back at him. “Rule follower, remember?” You managed a half-smile as you remembered the first time you met in Atlanta.

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Wedding Day Disaster

Summary; Dean Winchester x Fe!OC (but feel free to see yourself as OC) ~ After a wedding disaster, Alice finds herself in a popular road house making friends with the owner...

Warning; Fluff, illusions to smut, kissing, mentions of cheating, violence, swearing.

The night was darker than ever. The rain had been pouring for a few hours earlier, as the darkness had been rolling in but now it was mostly bone dry anywhere you looked.

Ignoring the ringing of her phone and the material of her dress, Alice pulled in on the right down a small country road. She could see the taillights of a car just a few meters ahead of her and by the time she rolled into park, there were easily a dozen or more cars in the same positon as hers. Though, she highly doubted any of the passengers inside of them were going through what she was right this moment.

Clicking the button of her seatbelt, she opened up the door, locked the car behind her and walked inside. Some of the couples outside looked at her for a few more seconds than she would have liked but soon went back to smoking their cigarettes and chatting away.

It was the same inside. People stared. The small moments of silence were defening to her as she passed a couple of tables but people tried their best to carry on their conversations. She was just glad she hadn’t gone with the ballgown when shopping with her mother and aunt 8 months ago.

The bartender, however...well, his silence was the most defening. But also the most comforting. His green eyes had spotted her the moment she got out of her car. The white dress making her stand out like a sore thumb. He watched as she made her way over to the bar and before she could even sit down, he already had a glass on the counter top and a bottle of whiskey pouring a double.

She took the glass in the hand and downed the lot in two gulps before placing the glass down. And he did the same again. And so did she.

“Thank you.” Alice managed to say once the burning of the liquor stopped.

“Just yell if you need anything. The name’s Dean.”

“Alice.”

Dean nodded and went back to work, serving multiple customers at a time whilst she sat in the corner of the bar, looking around her. People were having fun, laughing, smiling, drinking, arguing, playing games. There were a couple of navy officers in the corner playing pool -- they must have been travelling through the town. Maybe they had come back home?

Alice wasn’t really keeping track of time. She just looked down at her phone and the numbers in brackets beside each caller ID.

8 missed calls from Mom. 17 missed calls from Sadie. 6 missed calls from Husband.

I should probably change that.

With a few clicks, although hesitant, Alice changed the Caller ID back to what it had been when she first met him. Ronny.

The bastard. The lying, cheating-

“Hey,”

Alice jumped a little and looked up from the trunk of her car. She had left the bar a few minutes ago in search of something a tad more comfortable.

“Hi.” Alice replied to Dean before she began to rummage through the trunk again. She had to have some clothes somewhere.

“I thought you might want to borrow these.” Dean held out a pile of clothes consisting of jeans, an plaid overshirt, an old t-shirt and a belt. “I’m not trying to be creepy. I just want to help.”

Alice scanned Dean’s face and body for a moment. She didn’t get this feeling very often, but she knew she could trust him. She couldn’t just quiet put her finger on why, though. Maybe it was a ‘just because’.

“Thanks.” Alice smiled, taking the pile from his hands. She moved back and sat down on the rim of the trunk, placing the pile on her lap and streching out his legs.

Dean was cautious as he sat down beside her, streching out his own legs and folding his arms across his chest.

Alice looked up from the ground, shaking her head to move the hair from her eyes so she could see the stars above her. “Go ahead, ask. I know you want to.”

Dean shook his head and tried his best to lie. “N-No. I-I don’t want to-”

“Dean.” Alice looked at him. “Just ask. I know you’re dying to.”

Dean gave a sorry smile. “Okay. What are you doing in a wedding dress in a place like this? Unless your groom is running late?”

“Well,” Alice sighed. “I was meant to be getting married today, at 2 o’clock this afternoon. Only, when he was meant to be getting ready to meet me down the isle, he was getting undressed with one of my bridesmaid’s helping him.”

“Ooh.”

“You said it.” Alice chuckled. “Yeah, after..half an hour of silent-shock, yelling and enough cursing to make even a sailor blush, I got in my car and started driving.”

“How long were you two together?”

“Nearly 6 years.” Alice explained. “Got engaged after 4. We were going to get married last year but the venue fell through and it was where my parents wanted to hold it so, we had to wait.”

Dean nodded, letting the following silence settle for a few moments before speaking.

“Well, there’s a bathroom on the otherside of the bar where you can get changed and there’s enough liquor to make you forget your own name. What do you say? See you there in 30?”

Alice looked down to her dress for a moment before looking up to Dean. “Better make it 20.”

Dean smiled, clapped his hands and stood up. “Well, then.” Dean held out his hand and helped Alice up. “I’ll see you in 20.”

He saw her in 15.

She left the bathroom with her white gown drapped over her arm in the dress bag from her trunk while the clothing she borrowed was a little big on her but she made it work. Besides, it was more comfortable.

In the bathroom mirror, she had removed the golden pins from her hair and let the curles in her hair fall around her face. If this day had gone any other way, she would think she looked pretty...whimsical. Dreamy. Like in the way you look in a morning and find the love of your life cooking breakfast. Dreamy in the way that you see yourself how they see you on a Sunday morning.

Alice pulled half of her hair back and pinned it up without thinking about it. Some of her baby hairs still fell, framing her face. And, finally, with the use of a small make-up bag from her trunk, she removed her fancy make-up from her face before drying it.

Now she looked more like herself.

“That was quick. You look good, by the way.” Dean said as he moved around behind the bar and popped the caps off a couple of beers before passing them to each customer.

“Thanks.”

“So? What’s your poison?”

“Beer. Please.”

“Coming up.”

Within seconds, a beer was infront of her and she took a swig of the alcohol. “So? Where do you want to begin?”

“I don’t know. Where do you want me to begin?”

“How about the beginning?” Dean asked, looking to her as he mixed a cocktail.

Alice smiled. “The beginning is probably always the best place to start.”

So Alice begun. And Dean listened. Throughout it all.

She started from when she had first met Ronny. There wasn’t much to say so she soon skipped to the engagment and everything that happened between then and the wedding.

“Ronny’s a dick. You deserve better.”

Alice smiled. “Thanks. I think you’re the first to say that to me. Well, second. Sadie would have said the same if we had time to talk before I left.”

“Why? What did you folks say?” But Alice didn’t answer straight away. Instead, she stood up and lifted the door to the bar.

“What are you doing?”

More, many more customers had arrived sicne Alice walked through the doors. “I’m helping. You’re working alone back here and can’t serve everyone all at once. Though you are trying hard to prove otherwise.”

Dean studied her for a moment before walking backwards and pulling a dishtowel from the lower cupboard handle.

“You ever worked in a bar before?”

“Not to my parents knowledge.”

Dean smirked and walked towards her before placing the towel over her shoulder. “Okay then.”

Alice began taking orders and soon found herself in competiton with Dean. Customers egging them on.

“She’s making a mockery out of you, boy.” An older Irish gentleman mocked causing both Dean and Alcie to look at one another and chuckle.

“She sure is, Henry. She sure is.”

This continued throughout the night until eventually people began to head home and Dean began to clean up, Alice helping by clearing the tables and turning the chairs upside down onto the tops before moving to bolt the door.

Dean poured them both a shot each before replacing the bottle. Lifting his glass, Alice did the same.

“To...new beginning?”

Alice smiled. “To new beginning.”

The both downed the shot and turned the glasses over.

“So, tell me.” Dean began. “What do your folks think of all of this?”

“They thought I should still marry him.” Alice fixed herself on one of the barstools, folding over her dishtowel as Dean kept his eyes on her and moved backwards to place back the bottles of liquor they had used.

“You’re kidding!”

Alice shook her head with a light smile. It was nice to know someone other than Sadie and herself disagreed with her parents.

“I am not.” Alice replied. “My mom pulled me aside, me thinking she was about to tell me I should maybe have a drink to take the edge off...but no. She was telling me I should forget it happened. After all,” Suddenly Alice took on a tone which signaled to Dean that these were not her words but rather her mother’s. “A girl like me is only so lucky to find a guy who likes me the way Ronny does.”

“Shit. She really said that?”

“She really said that.” Alice nodded, looking down. “Maybe that’s why I stuck with it for so long. I got so many of the same comments growing up. You’ll never find a guy if you dress like that. You’ll never get a job with a mouth like that.”

“Well, you’ve always got a job here. After tonight, any roadhouse would be lucky to have you pouring the drinks.” It sounded odd, but Alice took it as a compliment.

“Thanks.”

“You got a place to stay?”

“I saw a motel about half a mile up the road so I’ll stay there until I sort something out.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “You’re staying in town?”

“Might aswell.” Alice shrugged. “The company I work for, they had an opening pop up about a week ago. Make a few calls, find an apartment, a fresh start?”

“Are you not meant to take a mourning period?”

Alice shrugged again. “Maybe. Probably. But right now I’m too tired and too angry to cry. Thank you, Dean. For everything.”

“You know where I am if you need me.” Dean smiled before Alice left.

However, as she got to the door, she quickly turned back and hugged him. “I mean it. Thank you.”

Dean smiled. “Anytime, Alice.”

“G’night, Dean.”

“Night, Alice.”

Over the following months, Alice worked through...everything.

After spending two weeks crying - out of frustration, anger or sadness, she didin’t know - she called Sadie and had her go to her shared apartment and get her stuff out. Sadie wouldn’t have any trouble with running into Ronny since he got on the place and jetted off to Cuba for three weeks with the bridesmaid he’d been sleeping with for the last 10 months.

Sadie sent everything belonging to Alice to her in a couple of boxes which Dean helped her sort through.

There were a few items she wanted to keep, like photos of herself and her friends, but the rest of it...she either donated or drove to an old scrap yard which was Dean’s surprise one late Thurday, and beat the crap and smashed up each piece that could be.

After that, Alice conversed with Sadie to make sure her trnasfer was made as quickly and as smoothly as it could be before herself and Dean went apartment hunting.

Every place Alice went on her own, something felt off with each apartment and she always found it. She didn’t know what it was but she knew it was something. It was the water, or the electrics. So, when Dean offered his help, she accepted.

And she soon found it.

It was a two bedroom apartment, although the second bedroom wasn’t big enough to fit a human adult and their belongings so she would turn it into an office. Dean helped her shop Ikea and a few other places to pick out her furniture and appliances, him pushing the cart as she checked things off her list. She even helped him score a date in Target.

Although, she prevented one from happening when he helped her move in.

“Ow, what?” Dean asked, holding his arm where Alice had smacked his arm.

“You are not sleeping with someone who lived a few doors down. I’m not even moved in yet and I don’t want her asking me why you didn’t call her last night.”

“But she could be my future wife,” Dean argued.

“Well, if she is, then talk to her at the Roadhouse. She comes in every Tuesday.”

“But I’m busy.”

“You made time for me on a Saturday night. If you really want to talk to her, then you’ll find a way. Now, how do we set up this bookshelf?”

The pair of them fell asleep that night in the living room, Dean covering Alice up with a blanket before doing the same with himself.

And then, after six months, Alice got a surprise.

Alice and Dean were tidying the place up since someone had come in and made an offer to Dean he couldn’t refuse, to hold a surprise birthday party/engagment party for a couple in town so the place would be filled with the regulars and their families.

Except, as they were cleaning and setting up for the next day, someone walked in whilst Dean had his back to the counter and Alice was in the back.

“We’re closed. Come back tomorrow- No. Day after tomorrow. We’re closed then, too.” Dean called out as he closed the cash register.

“Please, this will only take a second.”

Dean turned around as he flipped the dish towel over his shoulder. “Bar’s closed. Go home.”

“Please. Just...I’m looking for Alice-” The guy, who Dean didn’t like on sight, stopped talking as Alice came from the back, carrying a case of beers.

“Ronald.”

He smiled. And it made Alice’s stomach queezy. “Alice. You...You’re looking...well.”

Alice rolled her eyes and slammed the case on the counter, Dean knowing better than to stand in her way. He quickly stepped back as she tore open the cardboard case and unloaded the beers into the fridge.

“Ever the complimenter, Ronald.”

“What ever happened to Ronny?” He joked but the look Alice shot him, he quickly shut up with that angle.

Ronny was brutally tortured and killed before being brought back to life only to die again because it was the lesser fate.

“I was hoping we could talk...privately.”

“Speak.”

“Er...Alice. I said privately.”

“And I said, Speak.” Alice stopped packing the beers and lent her hands on the lower bar.

Dean stood back and watched what unfolded. How painfully awkward it was and how, by the end of the 10 minute conversation -- not that Dean was timing it or anything -- Ronny walked out with his tail between his legs and, after listening to the shouts and few swear words leave Alice’s mouth, he realised there was no chance in hell she’d ever go back to him.

Alice waited until his car had left the lot and his tail-lights disappeared onto the main road before she turned around and sunk her hands into her face.

“You okay?”

Alice removed her hands and nodded, folding her arms around herself. “Yeah. I’m sorry you had to-”

“Oh, no. Don’t be. That was...awesome.”

Alice smiled. “Thanks.”

Suddenly, Dean was in front of her, holding her close in a hug. God, she needed that. She needed that hug. She needed to yell at him once more. She needed...this.

And she would have. For another four years...until it became more than she expected.

It had been a busy night filled with laughter, dancing and music.

It was Henry’s second retirement party since his other one lasted all around 5 minutes before he was off to work again. He’d been driving his wife mad being stuck inside the house all day with nothing to do.

“This one will stick.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Henry.”

The banter continued all night and, as the time creeped closer to 10, Henry and his old friends from work called Dean over across the bar.

“When are you going to ask her?”

“Ask who?” Dean asked.

Henry nodded over to Alice who was currently talking to Henry’s daughter who was holding their own baby in their arms.

“Ask Alice. To dance. Good lord man! Have you not asked the girl out yet?”

“I think she’d kill me if I did.” Dean joked.

“Go on, lad. Ask the girl.” Henry slammed his hand down on the bar. “Or Holt here might just beat you to it.”

Dean looked back with a smile before looking back, placing down his towel and walking over.

“That’s it, lad.”

“Alice!”

Alice turned around as Dean came closer. “Care to dance?”

“Didn’t think you did.”

“Maybe I just needed the right partner.” Dean suggested which, if she was being honest, sent butterflies fluttering around her stomach.

“Okay then.”

Soon the pair found themselves on the dance floor, dancing along to the music as the band played and sung away. The music was from the 40s. Although not exactly Dean’s type, he didn’t much care. He was with Alice and that was all that mattered.

Alice was spun out and spun in, and even dipped in Dean’s arms as they danced along. It helped that both were dressed as though from that ear or similar. It had been one of Henry’s requests. For everyone to dress as they once had, back in the day.

He’d never admit it, but he was a sentimentalist.

And this retirement would probably last a week at most.

Only, something seemed to change when the music changed to something slower. Holding each other close, temples pressed together. Dean never thought he would be doing this. Falling in love. Dancing. Wishing he could spend every day with Alice.

He could hear Henry’s voice in the back of his head as he quoted Leap Year. “Dammit man,” he’d slap his hand on the counter, “Kiss the girl.”

That had been a few years ago now. Maybe 2? But he gave that speech almost every week.

Eventually, the night drew to a close and the pair found themselves in a situation that happened every Saturday night or thereabouts.

Alice began clearing the tables and flipping the chairs before moving to bolt the door, meanwhile Dean cleared away the glasses, replace the bottles of liquor but not before pouring them both a shot each.

Dean walked around and met Alice on the other side of the bar before handing her the shot.

“To Henry.”

“To Henry.” Alice smiled before clinking her glass against Dean’s and both of them downing it.

Dean sat with his back to the bolted door whilst Alice sat in front of him.

“How long do you think this one will last?”

“I’d give him 4 days. Tops. Grady was telling me Henry’s already started looking in the Newspaper. He thinks she doesn’t know, but she does.”

Dean smiled. “That’s Henry for you.”

Dean watched as Alice looked around the roadhouse.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” Alice smiled. “Just...this place.”

“What about this place?” Dean asked.

“If you had told me 4 years ago that this is where I would spend all my time...”

Dean looked around. “Same. I bought this place on a whim, what, 10 years ago? But I wouldn’t want to change a thing.”

“Not even one thing?”

As they looked at one another, everything of the last four years...every moment, every look, every thought, smile and laughter came into one and, between looked from each other’s eyes to lips and back again multiple times. It all finally came together.

It was odd, but not because it was bad. Because it was good.

Alice pulled back, but not too far before she leaned in again. By the end of their second kiss, they both pulled back and after a beat, they smiled. This was it. They were always meant to be friends first but this...together, it felt right.

Both leaned in back again, this time, smiling and more than ready. The kisses grew more heated, Dean standing with his hands pulling Alice in closer by her face and neck.

A small moan came from Alice’s throat as Dean suddenly lifted her, as she went to stand up, and placed her on the countertop of the bar, his hands roaming her body, pulling her closer as Alice’s hands went around his neck and into his hair.

Between the kisses, Alice managed to speak -- though she was seconds from completely never being able to speak again.

“Upstairs.” More kisses. “Now.”

Dean half smirked, half smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The morning light slowly faded in. Above the headboard of his bed lay a window, looking out across the land and hills in the distance. The curtains lay open a little wider since Dean woke up. The light came in with waves of glitter that shimmered above them.

He didn’t know how long he’d been awake. Maybe half an hour? But he wouldn’t move an inch. Beside him, Alice was still asleep and he wouldn’t move for the world.

“Morning.”

Dean turned his head and found Alice awake, and smiled. “Morning.”

Alice smiled back before burying her head downwards. Dean turned to his side and kissed her forehead with a chuckle. Alice could feel his smile against her skin with the rumble of his voice.

“You’re beautiful.”

Alice soon looked back up, the pair just watching one another until the other made the first move.

Alice lent up for a moment, kissing his lips before bringing her hand to his cheek to draw him in closer. Is this what she’d been missing for the last four years?

Dean and herself both smiled into the kiss but before Alice could pull him in closer, he made the first move. Alice found herself lying on her back as Dean’s arms wrapped securely around her and deepened the kiss.

Neither could ask for anything better.

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January 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

The Unconventional Meet-Cute by @schizonephilim

I wanted to read something different from my usual go-to, and I had this story in my To Be Read 'pile' for a while, so I read chapter 1! I can't wait to read chapter 2. It's really well-written and the sexy times are awesome.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Full of Grace by ilovehowyouletmefall (AO3)

I love this fic. I have read this thing so many times. I love the intimacy and how they develop organically. How Cas just takes why Dean gives and it’s how it should be in my head. It’s sweet and fluffy. I wish Dean would stop calling Cas “pal” as if he’s fucking Mickey Mouse and Pluto but it’s amazing. I return to it a lot. It’s a comforting story that deals with mental health and I’m glad it’s set in heaven.

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This is sooo good. It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times. Must read.

Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times.

Heartstring Promenade by @winchester-reload

This is the ending to the series I wanted.

Destiel's 1st Time by @chaoticmotherofall

Holy shit. Wow, primal. Rawr. Must read smut. I think it’s the scene most of the fandom would want to see if they could. Sorry, not sorry.

Dean's Delights by Redamber79 (AO3)

Destiel. Baker Dean. Can smell each other through blockers. Insecure Cas. Love it! He just wants to eat Dean up and kind of does! True mates are delicious, don’t ya think?

The Company by CasCase (AO3)

You’re gonna get intimidated by the language of ballet vocab but don’t worry, it isn’t important. It’s such an amazing love story and so well written. Wow. There is even artwork of the seriously important emotional scenes that just make it so much better. Omg! I wish this was a fucking movie because it’d be gorgeous!

Room for Two (The Mattress AU) by @almassi

Schmoopy fluffiness. I love it! I also love that Cas actually gets everything but doesn’t show it. Lol. He got the references.

truly there's nobody for you but me by Abi_in_the_Cosmos (AO3)

Omfg, hotness. Cas so teasing Dean. The shorts are used. The shorts in the BTS on the show of Jensen wearing denim short shorts, which of course Dean says they exist for an in-story reason. I don’t care. It’s great.

this heart and flesh shall fail by ValandraWrites (AO3)

Monsterfucker story, technically. Great story. Dean is not technically underaged despite what it says. Twist ending. Beautiful story with a sexy but sad twist.

The Biological Ways by @sitruunavohveli

Three words: Accidental office romance Destiel! A/b/o! Love it. Love that it’s Charlie too. Yay! I also am a huge fan of this author’s works. I’ve had the pleasure of working with them and they’re just amazing to work with. Please check them out.

Weighted by amireal, tiamatv (AO3)

I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. Thank you both!

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Nominated by @deeranger

When There's Only You by AnOddSock (AO3)

It's such a visceral and extremely well-written story, dark and full of intense angst but at the same time it highlights that profound tenderness and affection between Sam and Dean. The whole "there is no me if there is no you". I was on the edge of my seat all the way through, my heart breaking for the brothers in such a delightful way. This fic is a great rollercoaster ride, like a dark porn with a substantial amount of well-thought-out plot. Heed the tags though... Your feels might not come out intact.

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Nominated by @spnexploration

She Thought She Was Normal (series) by @aylacavebear

This is @Aylacavebear's first fic she's putting out into the wild and it's going to be a long multi-chapter journey. What a way to start! This first chapter takes us to poor Maria as a child, who has just lost her mother to a yellow-eyed demon, and Bobby sets her and her Dad up with Sam and Dean. Can't wait to see the whole journey!

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This was adorable!! The whole concept of cuddlibus was so cute and I loved when both Dean and Cas were trying to get more out of the relationship but thinking the other didn't want it. And including Sam's cuddlibus daughter was also adorable

Power Grows out of the Barrel of a Gun by Alaisabel (AO3)

I absolutely loved this AU. There are so many twists and turns and I had such a fun time working out what was going on. Dean is so anti-authority and he ends up in a relationship with Cas, a cop.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Fluffy Faerie Tales (series) by @ladylilithprime

This universe and the characters in it are so fascinating! Sam and Dean are half-fae, and Jimmy and Cas have a backstory that is wildly different than anything else I've ever read! (No spoilers!) Sam/Cas/Jimmy is a threesome I've never read before, I don't think, and I'm loving it. So far, all of these stories are filled with plenty of fluff, and the perfect way to end my day. Sweet dreams of faeries and friends are always welcome!

Cuddle Deprivation and Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

I am now OBSESSED with the idea of cuddlibi!!! Like those who have nominated this story above, I find this idea adorable and sweet. And Cas is just SO SWEET! And there's so much delicious pining in both of these stories!! I now want to read ALL the cuddlibus stories!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

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01x19

Season One Episode Nineteen: Provenances

masterlist part 1

a/n: hi

The Hudson Valley Beacon newspaper sits between you and Sam “Couple’s throats slashed in own home” written in bold letters right on the front page. You grimace and put your hand on the paper and Sam sighs. “Gruesome, huh?” You nod and he waves at Dean from across the bar. He’s leaning over some girl with that look in his eyes that’s reserved for only securing a hookup and you can almost hear him groaning as he has to walk away.

He walks over with two beers and although yours is sitting in front of you, now flat and warm, you grab one from his hands. Sam doesn’t seem to notice or care, so you sip on it as it talks. “I think I’ve got something,” he tells his brother.

“Oh, yeah, me too,” Dean smirks and looks back at the girl at the bar. Her hair is blonde and goes down to the middle of her back and she looks skanky. You don’t say anything. “I think we need to take a little shore leave. Just for a little bit. What do you think, huh?” Dean asks. “I’m so in the door with this one.” All three of you look at her and Sam finds the whole thing amusing as always, so he teases Dean.

“What are we today, Dean? Rock stars? Amy rangers?”

“Reality TV scouts. Looking for people with special skills,” Dean replies quickly. The smile on his face grows as you watch him and the words leave your lips just as quickly.

“And what’s her special skill?” Dean laughs your question away and you roll your eyes as he takes a sip of his beer, nodding it toward the girl at the bar. “We have a case here,” you speak again when he doesn’t acknowledge you. “If you don’t mind paying attention.” Sam chokes a laugh and Dean whips his head toward you. You smile at him and tap the newspaper with your fingers. “Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their home just a few days ago.” Dean mumbles and looks back at the girl. She waves and throws her hair over her shoulder. You speak louder. “Their throats were slit and there were no fingerprints, no murder weapons,” you continue on but it’s painfully obviously he’s no longer paying attention so you throw your arms across your chest and pout. “I give up,” you say to Sam.

“Dean?” Sam calls, getting his attention. “No prints. No weapons. All doors and windows were locked from the inside.”

Dean nods and says, “could just be a garden-variety murder. Who dug this one up? Her?” He laughs and nods his head toward you and you furrow your eyebrows. “Oh, yn, you know I’m teasing. What else you got?”

“Dad says differently,” Sam pulls the journal from under the newspaper you were looking at. It’s still open to the page you guys were reading earlier. As Sam explains, he points at the map on the page. Three red dots all in the same area of New York. Each a different murder. “First one, 1912. Second one in 1945, and the third in 1970. All the same M.O as the Telescas - the throats were slit.”

Dean looks down at the page and you can see his brain working behind his eyes. “Still think I don’t know what I’m talking about?” You snap. Dean's eyes flash to you and then back to the paper.

“It’s worth checking out,” Dean finally agrees. “We can’t pick this up until first thing, though, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam says. Dean smiles, mumbles a great, and darts away from the table. You can hear him from your table and you roll your eyes, pushing yourself away from the back of your chair.

“He’s relentless,” you complain. Sam laughs and shrugs his shoulders, seemingly unbothered by Dean’s antics. You don’t let it bother you because Sam is smiling at you the way you like and he grabs your hand.

“Maybe. But at least he’ll be gone all night, right?”

+++

Dean’s hungover the next morning, rolling out of bed barely alive it seems. He throws sunglasses on his face to hide his baggy eyes but you see them and you laugh. “Was she worth it, at least?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He mumbles and pushes past you toward the Impala. The sun is bright and the day is warm and Sam kisses the top of your head where your hair is collecting the heat.

“What's up with you guys lately?” He asks and you knit your face together and look up at him. “You guys have been short with each other. It’s not normal.”

“He’s just hungover,” you try to explain it away but it wasn’t the drinking that bothered you or even that he could barely hold a conversation the night before without looking at somebody's ass. It was more than that but you don’t tell Sam that, you just get into the backseat and stay behind Dean so he can’t look at you.

You go inside the Telesca’s house with Sam and sweep the house with EMF. You check for anything out of the ordinary but there isn’t anything. The house seems perfect except for the fact that it’s completely empty. There isn’t a piece of furniture in sight. “Isn’t that weird? That all their stuff is gone?” You ask Sam as you check the living room for the second time.

“I guess so. There are no signs of anything paranormal here, though,” he says, looking back up the set of stairs that had nail holes from a stair runner that’s now gone.

“What if it wasn’t the house but something in it? How are we gonna find it all?” Sam just shrugs and he nods his head for you to leave the house. Dean is passed out in the car, his head leaning against the window. Sam shushes you and holds out his palm telling you to stop moving so you do. You don’t even put your hand on the door handle. Sam can’t help but smile as he reaches his arm inside of his open window and smashes his fist on the horn. Long and hard. It’s so loud it makes you jump but then you laugh at Dean who’s startled awake and strings together a line of profanity.

“Not cool, man,” he says as you get inside of the car but Sam is just laughing which makes you laugh, too.

“The house is clean,” you tell Dean. “We check the history of the house last night and there’s no evidence that it’s ever been haunted. Nothing weird about the Telesca’s either.” Dean tips his glasses off his face and sinks further down into his seat.

“Well if it’s not the house and it’s not the people, then maybe it’s the contents. A cursed object or something,” he suggests.

“The house is clean,” Sam says again.

“Yeah, yeah, you said that,” Dean says.

“No, it's empty. No furniture, nothing,” Sam clarifies. This gets Dean’s attention and he sits up further and you’re hoping for something profound to come out of his mouth to make it make sense but instead he asks the question you both have been thinking the entire time: “where’s all their stuff?”

It wasn’t really hard to find the estate sale online. It’s a huge attraction it seems: rich family dies young, everything must go. You three stand out like a sore thumb. Not just you and your street clothes but the Impala, too. Every other car is pristine and expensive and the Impala was barely hanging on. Everyone stood around in suits and drinking champagne and they were shopping like it was a fucking furniture store and not dead people’s belongings. It made you shiver. “Estate sales are like garage sales for W.A.S.P.S if you ask me,” Dean complains as he snatches an hors d’oeurve off a waiter.

“Can I help you three?” A voice booms from behind you and you whip around to an older man wearing a tuxedo and too much gel in his hair.

Dean smacks his food next to you and you elbow him in the side, making him groan. “I’d like some champagne, please.”

The man’s face drops, clearly offended by the question and you can hear yourself audibly gasp as you look up at Dean. “He’s not a waiter,” you hiss as Sam introduces himself as Sam Connors this time.

“This is my brother Dean and our friend YN. we’re art dealers with Connors Limited,” Sam explains. You tug on your t-shirt as you nod.

“I’m Daniel Blake. This is my auction house. Now, this is a private showing and I don’t remember seeing you on the guest list,” the man says. He looks down at you as his sentence wraps up and you want to recoil into Sam’s chest but you stand up straighter instead.

“We’re there, Chuckles. Just need to take another look,” Dean says with his mouth full. You pinch his arm and he doesn’t react. A waiter walks up behind you with a tray of champagne and Dean takes one. “Finally.” He sniffs the champagne and Sam tells Daniel Blake cheers and you shuffle away.

“Are you still drunk?” You hiss at Dean once you’re out of earshot and he laughs, taking a swig of the champagne.

“No but you should loosen up some,” he suggests. Instead of arguing with him, you grab the glass from his fingers and finish it off. You set it down on an empty tray as you walk by. You can see Dean smirk at you out of the corner of your eye as you walk away from the boys. Your fingers dance on the expensive vases and statues in the room and you wonder how someone can live like this. With so much that they don’t need. “Look at that ugly thing,” Dean mumbles from behind you. You turn around to see a painting almost bigger than you are with a family staring straight back at you. A little girl holding a stuffed bunny and everyone else with a look of distaste written in their eyes.

“A fine example of American primitive, wouldn’t you say?” Someone says from behind you. She’s descending the stairs and hair is pinned up and her dress is all black, hitting right above her ankles and she is beautiful. Dean smacks Sam’s arm and you don’t like her, you decide.

“Well, I’d say it’s more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses,” Sam says when she reaches the three of you. She laughs and looks down at her feet and you swear she’s blushing. “But you knew that. You just wanted to see if I did.”

“Guilty,” she says. “And clumsy, I apologize. I’m Sarah Blake.” She sticks her hand out to Sam and when the waiter comes around with more food and champagne, this time, you grab your own.

“I’m Sam,” he says. “This is Dean and YN,” he introduces you. You smile at her with your mouth full of mini wieners and she looks at you like she’s better than you.

“Can we get you guys any more food?” Dean shakes his head at her and she turns back to Sam and you can feel your blood boiling inside of you. Your chest tightening and your fist clenching. “So, can I help you with something?” She asks.

At the same time you blurt out the word no, Sam tells her yes. Everyone looks at you and Sam’s screaming at you with his eyes so you gesture toward him and take a step back. “Sorry about her,” he says with a chuckle to try and ease the tension but it’s still there. You can feel it in your gut. “What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?”

“The whole thing is pretty grisly if you ask me. Selling their things this soon. But Dad’s right about one thing: sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones.” She’s trying to be funny but you don’t laugh because you don’t think she’s funny. Sam smiles.

“Is it possible to see the provinences?” He asks her.

“I’m afraid there isn't any chance of that,” Daniel Blake says before Sarah has a chance to answer and you’ve never been so glad to get busted in your life. He knows you lied. And he’s here to kick you out and you can finally breathe.

“Why not?” Sam asks.

“Because you’re not on the guest list. It’s time for you to leave,” he says.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice,” you mumble and push between the boys.

“Apparently you do,” Daniel says. His voice is directed toward you and you snap your head at him and open your mouth and Sam’s voice comes out instead.

“We don’t want any trouble, we’ll go,” he says. Dean puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you away.

+++

You don’t speak the whole drive to the hotel and thankfully Dean asks the question you were wondering yourself: “Grant Woods. Grandma Roses, what the hell was that all about?”

“I took an Art History class. It was good for talking to girls,” Sam admits.

“Yeah, seems to have worked,” you snap. Sam looks at you amused more than anything and you don’t look back at him. You push yourself past Dean and into the room and you hear Dean laugh and say: “it’s like I don’t even know you.” Your feet stop you in your tracks and the boys run into your body. They’re about to start questioning you when their eyes see what you see: a disco-themed hotel room. Black and silver everything: wallpaper, bedding, furniture. There are silver beads hanging from the ceiling and a silver divider made up of circles separates the living space from the sleeping space and in unison, you all mumble “huh.”

You throw your stuff down on the bed as Dean asks, “what is this providence you asked for?”

“Provenance,” Sam corrects. “It’s a certificate of origin, like a biography, you know? We can use them to track the history of the pieces. See if anything’s got a freaky past.” You unpack your bag as he talks. The wallpaper is starting to hurt your eyes so you lay down on the bed and cover your eyes with your arm.

“Don’t think we’re getting anything out of Chuckles, but, Sarah,” Dean says, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. You peak under your arm at him.

“What about Sarah?” You ask too loudly.

“Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin,” Sam teases, clearly not picking up what Dean was insinuating so you handed it to him on a silver platter.

“Not him, you idiot. You.” Sam looks over at you, shocked but you’re not looking at him. You can’t and don’t want to.

“No, no, no, no,” Sam says quickly. “Pick-ups are your thing,” he says to Dean. “Besides, we’re together.” Sam knocks his knuckle on the bottom of your shoe and you still don’t look at him. You want to say yes but you don’t.

“It wasn’t my butt she was checking out,” Dean says, holding his hand to his chest.

“So what you’re saying is you want me to use her for information?” Sam asks. He doesn’t sound particularly averse to the suggestion and now, you look at him. He’s looking at Dean and he’s skeptical.

“Yes. That’s what we’re saying,” you say. Both boys look at you. Dean more proud than anything and Sam, well, he just looks hurt. “If she likes you, you do what you need to do to get those providences.”

“Provenances,” Dean corrects you.

++++

You sit on the edge of the bed, your knee shaking up and down so quickly Dean puts his hand on your thigh to stop you. “Would you stop freaking out?” He doesn’t sound annoyed, just exasperated.

“Why did I tell him to do that? She was too eager. Did she seem eager to you? Did he?” The questions come flying out of your mouth so fast Dean doesn’t have a chance to answer any of them except for one.

“Sometimes, you gotta take one for the team,” he says. “That means you, too. I’m sure he didn’t want to go.”

“What if she wants to kiss him at the end of the night? That’s what you do on dates, right? I wouldn’t know.” You shake your head. You had never been on a real date before. Sure, you hooked up with people before Sam came back around but that was different. You were never taken out. You were never escorted to a fancy table with a candle in the center and then walked to your front door where they kissed you under the ugly fluorescent light of the porch. Kissing is what they did, right?

“He’s not going to kiss her, would you relax? He loves you.” The word startles you and your head snaps to Dean. “You didn’t know?” He laughs. “Always has. Took you two long enough.” You did know, deep inside. You don’t answer him and your leg starts to shake again but Dean’s hand is still holding you steady.

“You can move your hand now,” you tell him.

“Are you going to start bouncing your leg again?” He asks. You nod. “Then I’m not moving my hand.”

It’s late when Sam finally comes back. Later than you anticipated but you fell asleep on Dean’s lap to the sound of him sharpening a knife. Sam barely wakes you when he comes in but Dean shakes you awake. The tie he was wearing is now off and his shirt is unbuttoned and he’s rifling through some papers. You sit up and away from Dean, suddenly very aware of how close you two are. “Are those them?” You ask. Sam looks at you solemnly and nods. He’s sitting at the table with his back mostly toward you and Dean. His eyes barely catch yours for a moment.

“She just handed the providences right over?” Dean asks, still sharpening his knife.

“Provenances.” Sam corrects, again, sounding very tired.

“Provenances,” Dean tastes the word in his mouth but Sam keeps talking.

“Yes, we went back to her place. I got a copy of the papers.” he says. Your eyes narrow at him but he doesn’t look up at you. Dean stiffens beside you.

“And?” He pushes even though you wish he wouldn’t.

“And nothing. I left.” He says over his shoulder.

“You didn’t have to con her or do her any special favors?” Dean asks.

“Would you stop?” You ask him. Dean looks at you and his eyes soften and he mouths I’m sorry and you forgive him. Just like that. He swipes the knife against the sharper.

“I think I got something here,” Sam says. Dean gets up and walks over to him, taking the papers that Sam flung over his shoulder. He still doesn’t look at you.

“Portrait of Isaiah Merchant’s family, painted 1910,” Dean reads.

“Now compare the names of the wonders with Dad’s journal,” Sam tells him. You scramble across the bed to where the journal sits open to the page. It’s like Sam’s brain stores information like this, always keeping it in his back pocket for a rainy day.

“First purchased in 1912 to Peter Sims,” Dean reads.

“Peter Sims murdered in 1912,” you read back to him. Dean looks over at you and then back down at the paper in his hands. He crosses the room to you and you show him the book because you know he wouldn’t believe you otherwise. His eye flash from his paper to the journal and back again. “Same thing in 1945?” You ask. Dean nods. “1970?” He nods again.

“Then stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month, where the Telesca’s bought it,” Sam says. He throws one of his legs over his knee and rests his ankle on it, grabbing at the ends of his jeans. He’s smug and normally you’d like it but right now it makes you mad.

“So what? Is it haunted? Cursed?” You ask Dean. He juts out his lower lip in thought and bobs his head from side to side.

“Either way, it’s toast.”

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i like your shoelaces (thanks! i stole them from the president)

Chapter 7 is up!

Summary:

“Yeah, yeah. Call it what you want, amirite?” Charlie shoots him a saucy wink. “Ohhhh you know what, you can take photos of this for the prom!” Dean raises an eyebrow. “Uh, Char? I regret to inform you that we are adults who haven’t attended high school in years…” “Oh please, you of all people who lives on that godforsaken fucking website and you’re not hip to Tumblr prom, of all things?” Charlie puts her hands on her hips. “Um,” Dean says awkwardly. He literally has no idea what she’s talking about and quickly realizes how suspiciously odd that really does seem. “I haven’t been online much lately,” he offers. Charlie peers at him questioningly. “Yes you have,” she retorts. “You have your little green thingie activated. I can seeeeee you!” she drops her pitch on the last sentence to mirror the spooky, haunting sound of a cartoon ghost. “Erhm. Well, I’ve been online but not really - online online.” Dean stumbles over his words, feeling the blood rushing to his ears. He hopes Charlie doesn’t pry further. Being Charlie, she - of course, does.

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Shifted - The Night Before Christmas (Chapter 4/?)

A/N: My goal was to finish this story completely by New Year’s Day. *checks watch* Hmph. *sigh* Again, this is a Secret Santa fic for @jensengirl83, who I can only hope will forgive me for how long this is taking me to throw together. Also, not beta-read because we die like men and all that. (Want to read what I post a day before I post it everywhere else? Check out my ko-fi page!)

Story summary: The Winchesters are meeting your family for the first time when you all visit for Christmas. Things don’t go quite to plan.

Chapter summary: Everyone goes to their separate bedrooms, leaving you to fight for space in a bed with Sam.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count (chapter/story): 1987/6035

Warnings: Here there be smut!

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When your perfectly reasonable explanation for what had happened between Dean and Tracey went over like a lead balloon, you decided to just cut your losses and break up the party so everyone could relax in neutral corners. Claiming to be extra tired after the day’s drive, you herded the boys upstairs and into your separate bedrooms, taking advantage of your family lagging behind to slip a quick kiss to Dean before turning into the guest room with Sam. You closed the door behind you and leaned back against it, staring at nothing while you tried to puzzle out your predicament.

“Which side of the bed do you want?” Sam asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” you replied. “As long as you stay on your side of it and don’t kick me in the night,” you teased with a smile.

Sam chuckled. “I’ll try.”

Just then, you heard your parents and Tracey coming up the stairs through the door, so you quietly shushed Sam and pressed your ear against the wood to see if you could hear anything. It was all whispers, but you managed to catch a snippet of conversation.

“…I just need to do some research to be sure,” your sister insisted.

“Then do your research. I want to know who’s sleeping under my roof!” came from your dad.

“I’m sure they can’t be that bad. We didn’t raise a fool.” Thanks, Mom.

“Everyone’s a fool, sometimes….” Really, Dad?

The whispers faded away and you slumped with your forehead pressed against the door, despairing. Tracey also wasn’t a fool and depending on what she ‘researched’ about the boys, she could find any number of things. Things were just going to get worse. After banging your head against the door a couple of times, you turned into the room and started getting ready for bed, your mind whirling. You got changed into your pajamas, you and Sam both changing with your backs to each other like you always did when you shared a room during hunts, and crawled into the bed with a sigh.

“Hear anything good?” Sam asked after he’d crawled under the covers next to you.

“Nope. In fact, it sounds bad. Tracey’s going to do ‘research’ to be sure about something, and my dad thinks I’m a fool.” You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling, and sighed. “I just don’t know how to fix this.” You threw your arms up in the air and let them fall back to your sides with a whump. “Maybe I need to just talk to Tracey alone and find out what she’s thinking. Just come right out, take the bull by the horns, and ask her what’s got her so suspicious.”

Sam grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “You know your family best. This plan was half-cocked to begin with, but now we’ve got overnight to think about it and find a way to fix it. Let’s sleep on it. Maybe Santa will bring an answer?” Sam teased.

“I wouldn’t trust a mythological being that eats nothing but cookies and milk and plays with elves to fix my life, Sam. And don’t get me started on the multiple felonies he commits on a regular basis. Stalking? Breaking and entering? Honestly, he’s worse than us,” you deadpanned, giving your friend a smirk.

Sam chuckled and let go of your hand. “Alright then, I’m going to sleep,” he said as he turned away from you and got comfortable. Pretty soon, you heard his breathing even out, so you turned off the light and stared into the darkness, thoughts continuing to circle in your mind.

An hour later, you were still lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, only now you were missing Dean. As feared, Sam had begun to starfish, and now he’d kicked you in the shin and nearly elbowed you in the side at one point.

Sam let out an ear-splitting snore that seemed to startle himself almost awake. With a groan, he turned over towards you, kicked you for the second time, and threw his arm across your waist. If it had been Dean, you’d have just snuggled into him, and it would have been fine. But it wasn’t.

“Oof,” you groaned at the heavy weight of his arm practically sucker punching you in the gut. “Alright, that’s it,” you declared quietly, not really wanting to wake the giant. “I’m getting the fuck out of here before you do some serious damage.”

With much effort, you wriggled out from under Sam’s arm, then almost fell out of the bed in the process. Once you were out, you straightened yourself out and gave one last glare at the man you thought of like a brother. He’d already shifted in the bed, again, and was literally taking over the entire queen bed, your pillow now scrunched underneath his head.

As quietly as you could, you opened the door and crossed the hall to your old bedroom door. The door was unlocked, and you snuck inside, softly closing and locking the door behind you. You checked the bathroom door, made sure that it, too, was locked, and then tip-toed to the bed.

Dean was lying on just one side of the bed, one arm reaching across the bed. As you made your way to the other side of the bed, he mumbled quietly into his pillow, “Sam took over the bed, didn’t he?” The arm stretched across the bed grabbed the cover and lifted it up for you without any other part of him moving.

With a quiet chuckle you replied, “Yeah. Kicked me twice, too.” Crawling into the bed, you slid under the cover and snuggled close to your boyfriend, tucking your face into his neck.

Dean tucked the cover around you and pulled you close, moving just enough to kiss the top of your head. “I’ll protect you from the big, bad Sammy. Promise.”

Immediately feeling like you were where you were supposed to be, you sighed happily and drifted off to sleep.

Sunlight was peeking in through the curtains, shining in your eyes when you woke to feel Dean’s arms around you, his hands wandering your body while he rutted gently against your ass. You knew you had to be quiet. This was your parents’ house, for Pete’s sake, and you weren’t supposed to be in this particular bed with this particular Winchester, er, Campbell. If anyone heard, the jig would be up and the whole plan would crash and burn.

But Dean’s hands…!

A quiet moan escaped you, in spite of you biting your lip to try and stop it, and Dean answered with a quiet moan of his own.

“Been waiting for you to wake up, pretty girl. But you have to be quiet,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling you and sending goosebumps down your body.

“I’m not sure I can,” you whimpered. “You know how I get.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, I do.” He shifted a little while he murmured, “Let me help you out, then.” One hand moved up to cover your mouth while the other finally made its way into your pajama pants and between your legs. As his fingers explored you, finding you already wet and ready, you were glad for the hand over your mouth. You shifted to open yourself up to him more, pressing against him behind you until he bit into your clothed shoulder to muffle his own groan.

You knew this was a bad idea, but that just made it so much hotter. Molten lava seemed to rush through your body as he worked you expertly with his fingers. Dean always knew exactly how to touch you to get you off faster and better than any other man ever had. He also knew how to stretch it out if he wanted to, making you beg until he was ready to give you what you wanted. This morning, he seemed more intent on making you come fast and hard until you saw stars.

“Been thinking about this room,” Dean whispered in your ear between desperate breaths as you moved together. “Wondering what teenage you did in this bed, who you thought about, if they ever lived up to your fantasies. Wondered if anyone else ever got to be in this bed with you like this. Or am I the first? What did you dream that your high school boyfriends would do to you if they were ever in this bed with you? Did you touch yourself while you imagined them touching you? Is this anything like what little teenage you imagined?”

You couldn’t exactly respond with Dean’s hand over your mouth, but you were sure he could feel the rush of arousal that felt like it flooded out of you. You were close, and he was relentless, his fingers deep inside of you and his thumb on your clit, working together to build you up higher and higher.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna blow soon, aren’t you? I can feel you almost there. I’m nearly there, too. Haven’t come like this since I was in high school. You’re so much better than anything I ever dreamed of, though. So fucking hot,” he groaned, his hands working steadily as his hips rocked into yours faster and faster.

Your high hit hard and fast, leaving you almost biting Dean’s hand to keep quiet as the pleasure rocked through you. Dean locked up behind you as you started to come down, his fingers temporarily stalling while he met his end. When he started to come back around, you felt him gently withdraw from you, leaving you feeling empty, but sated. He dropped his hand from your mouth, and you hauled in a couple of breaths before your breathing slowed back down to normal. Dean’s lips brushed your neck and shoulder while he withdrew his hand from your pants, and then you heard him lewdly lick his fingers clean.

“Damn, baby, that was something else,” he murmured. “Totally worth nearly getting my hand bitten.” Dean chuckled quietly while you turned in his arms so you could give him a teasing glare and roll your eyes at him.

You both smiled goofy smiles at each other before Dean kissed you softly. You kissed quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying being close, in spite of everything that was going on around you.

“I should probably get out of here before people start waking up and wondering where I am,” you said between sweet kisses that would have possibly led to round two if you were at home in the bunker and not seeing a boy band poster on the wall.

Dean hummed his agreement, and the two of you worked to separate yourselves. As you worked to straighten out your panties and pajama pants, Dean pulled his sticky boxers away from his skin with a noise of disgust.

“I forgot how gross this is,” he muttered while you stifled a giggle.

“Let me get to the bathroom and get out first, and then you can take a shower and get cleaned up.”

“Sounds good,” Dean said before dropping a kiss onto your nose and releasing you from his hold so you could get out bed.

Feeling happier than you had since you got in the car the day before, you left the bed and stopped at the bathroom door, listening intently for signs that your sister was awake and using the facilities. Without a sound, you opened the door and stepped through, silently closing the door behind you.

As you turned around to lock the other doors so you could pee, Tracey’s door opened and she saw you, clearly coming in from the ‘wrong’ door. “Y/N?” she whispered loudly, her eyes wide and jaw tense. “What were you doing in there with Dean while your boyfriend is across the hall asleep?!?”

Chapter 5

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