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A Christmas Case
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean drags you out of bed to go to a case, ruining your Christmas plans. But does he have a plan to make up for it?
Words: 1.1k
This is my submission for @spnfanficpond Secret Santa 2023 (ignore the fact it was posted in Jan 2024...) and is a gift for @apocalypseornaw ❤ Sorry for the delay!
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“Come on, we’ve got a case,” Dean said, shaking you awake.
“Fu’ offfff,” you grumbled at him. “You’re not allowed in my room.” What you’d really like was Dean to stay in your room permanently, maybe some ravishing… But that was never going to happen.
He chuckled, “Just channel that energy to the monster. We leave in twenty.”
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You sulked in the backseat. It was December 23rd, why the hell were you off on a case? You’d put in a little bit of effort at the bunker, getting a tree and some dollar shop baubles. That was all for naught, now.
Dean caught sight of you in the rear-view mirror. “What’s up with you, princess? We interrupt your beauty sleep?” You didn’t appreciate his teasing.
“I don’t see why monsters couldn’t give us the bloody holidays off.”
“It’s just another day in our line of work, don’t know why you got your hopes up.”
You glared at him. “Yes, how could I, when known Scrooge, Dean Winchester, was going to be trawling for cases at 6am on Christmas Eve Eve.” It was his own damn fault he wouldn’t be getting the present you’d spent a lot of time choosing for him.
“Hey! I didn’t even find it!”
You turned your glare to Sam, “Got anything to say, Second Scrooge Winchester?”
“I just have some google alerts set up, sorry.”
You crossed your arms.
“You might have been expecting a bit too much from a Christmas at the Bunker anyway,” Dean said in a tone of voice as if he was trying to make you feel better. “We’re not very good at Christmases.”
You rolled your eyes and looked out the window. The boys decided to let you be.
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You decided to keep a tally of how many people said something about the FBI making you work so close to Christmas: you were already up to 4 and it was only mid-afternoon on the first day. Happily the drive hadn’t been too long from the bunker to the crappy town where the case was, so you’d been able to get started straight away.
There was a giant Christmas tree in the main street of town. You felt like it was mocking you.
You dragged your feet as you followed the boys into the library, conveniently still open. You wondered if Dean even realised everything was going to be closed on Christmas Day. Serve him right if he couldn’t get pie that day.
You half-heartedly trawled some books, not really contributing to the research effort.
“Sorry,” Sam said quietly as he came to sit by you. “I didn’t mean to ruin your holidays.”
“It’s alright,” you said, not really feeling it but not wanting to sound petty, either.
“I can tell you’re upset. Hell, even Dean can tell you’re upset.”
“You know, Dean’s better at reading people than people give him credit for,” you said, always quick to defend inappropriate criticism of Dean.
“Ok, you’re right, that was a low blow. But you’re still upset, and I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well, solve the case fast enough and maybe we can do Christmas on Boxing Day at least.”
He gave your arm a friendly squeeze before standing up again and heading back to the shelves.
“I think I found it!” Dean called from somewhere. You stood to go find him.
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It turned out to be a very quick case, over by late evening Christmas Eve. It was late enough that ordinarily you’d all head back to the motel room and go home early the next morning, but Dean suggested something different. “How about we head back to the bunker tonight, I’ll drive.”
“It’s pretty late,” Sam said, nursing a couple of injuries.
“You can sleep in the backseat until we get there. Won’t it be better to get to sleep in your own bed?”
“If you’re doing this for me, you don’t have to,” you said. “It’s fine, it’s just a stupid day. You don’t have to kill yourself driving late at night just for me.”
“No, come on, it’ll be nice to be back home.” He gave you that beautiful smile and you couldn’t help but melt.
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Sam mumbled agreement and so you all piled into the Impala, Sam stretched out on the backseat. He was asleep almost instantly, and you weren’t too far behind.
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“Hey, hey,” you woke to Dean whispering your name and gently shaking your shoulder. “Wake up.”
You looked around blearily, this wasn’t the bunker. It looked like the middle of nowhere. You started to ask Dean, but he held up his hand.
“Shh, don’t wake Sam,” he said, still whispering. “Come out of the car for a sec, I’ll explain it all.”
You looked at him quizzically but followed, closing the door as quietly as you could behind yourself. Dean took your hand and pulled you around to the front of the car. Your heart was racing; this was different…
“I’m sorry Sam and I ruined the Christmas you had planned,” he said, standing very close to you. You looked up into his stunningly gorgeous face wanting nothing more than to kiss him, but knowing that he saw you like a little sister. “But I thought we could look for Santa delivering presents,” he said, gesturing to the huge expanse of the night sky you could see.
You laughed, “What am I, 7?”
“Well, ok, it doesn’t have to be Santa. But it’s a nice night for stargazing, and I wanted to make it up to you.” He reached up and brushed his thumb over your cheek. This was definitely new. You nodded in agreement and he took your hand again, pulling you up on to the top of the bonnet.
He scooted very close to you. You could feel his body heat, which was good in the freezing night air. You felt a wave of goosebumps break out over your skin, but you weren’t entirely sure if they were because of the cold or the proximity of Dean.
He reached behind him and grabbed a blanket you hadn’t seen was there, then put his arms around you and draped it across your shoulders. He was so close, so beautifully close. And yet, always so far.
He didn’t put his arms back down, like you were expecting.
He put a hand on your shoulder. What was he doing? He put his other hand on your cheek. So warm, so close. So... intimate.
You looked up into his big, green eyes.
He leaned in close.
Oh. Oh! This was happening!
His soft, Adonis-like lips were suddenly on yours. You closed your eyes and leant into the moment.
He pulled away, “Merry Christmas. Hope this makes up for having to be on the road.”
“Oh, this definitely makes up for it,” you said before capturing his lips again.
The stars looked down from above, forgotten.
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Omfg, hotness. Cas so teasing Dean. The shorts are used. 😉
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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.
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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
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Trigger Warning: cheating, survivor’s guilt, bad parent Mary Winchester
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If you don't look good, we don't look good by @talltalesandbedtimestories
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Snow Globes and Forgiveness
Summary: Even though Chucks no longer creating the narrative, it’s not a Winchester Christmas till something goes wrong.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester
Word Count: 3194
Warnings: wincest, cursing, m/m kissing, frottage, my attempt at flangst
For: @thepromiscuousduck @spnfanficpond Secret Santa exchange 2023
A/N: set after 15.19 & in this AU 15.20 doesn’t happen
A/N II: Apologies to all other participants for taking so long. Between a last minute switch, couldn’t rewrite until after new year & had a rebound of a bad respiratory virus that’s keep me mostly offline last few weeks.
A/N III: once again, brevity doesn’t exist in my vocabulary
*no beta-all mistakes are mine
*divider by @firefly-graphics
*gif credit to creator
Sam Winchester has never been big on the holidays.
Let’s start with a specific Halloween party and his disastrous bobbing for apples incident involving a girl he liked. Then there was that one Thanksgiving he’d been invited to by another girl who turned out to have hands like an octopus and spent the whole dinner, as his brother so eloquently put it, playing footsie with brace-face, not three feet from her dad.
Not to mention, others celebrated, or not, Winchester style; his dad either missed it entirely or showed up with a bucket of extra crispy from the colonel and passed out on a couch. The best was that one Christmas before Dean went to hell a few months later.
But this year was going to be different.
They’d been adjusting to normality reasonably well. Okay, so Dean is the one adjusting better in some respects and said since it’s the brothers' first non-Chuck Christmas, they had to make it extra special. Sam knows this was Dean’s way of trying to make up for all the shitty holidays during their childhood. And knowing his brother, he’s envisioning emulating Mrs. Butters, the wood nymph they accidentally released in the bunker, Jam Packed holiday extravaganza she’d done those few weeks before leaving.
While Dean was getting the tree (Sam would’ve bet more likely grabbing the first one he saw before hitting the liquor store), he sent Sam to pick out ornaments. Sam was trying to make an effort and found himself standing in the middle of a smaller retail chain store's Christmas section, overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices and feeling like a freak for not knowing what to get outside lights and colorful balls.
“First Christmas together?”
Sam’s head swiveled around, “Umm, I’m sorry?” The person who spoke said, “You’ve got that whole I’ve got no freaking idea what I’m doing look, so I took a guess it’s your first Christmas with your girlfriend…wife?”
“Uh, no, no girlfriend or wife.”
“Ahh, boyfriend.” Sam was about to correct their assumption when they continued, “That can be trickery,” and gave him the once over. “I’m guessing he’s not into frills and bows. You should head to the Christmas Market two blocks south of here. There are always booths selling unique or vintage items for the Holiday. Probably find something more appealing than this mass-produced crap.”
After one more glance, Sam thanked them and texted Dean where to meet up with him later, then headed out of the storefront and strolled down the street. He soon hears jolly holiday music and smells enticing scents wafting before entering the colorfully illuminated European style Market and is hit with the sense he’d been here before.
Sam shook his head, feeling ridiculous. Of course, he’d never been here before, but something about this place kept nagging at his memories of familiarity when the irresistible scent of hot, minty chocolate beckoned. After indulging in a creamy, decadent drink decorated with a soft peppermint stick, he walked around, taking in the wares for sale.
At one booth, he found strands of original bubble lights and instantly knew they’d appeal to Dean and his oft-denied inner child; another yielded hand-strung garlands and got popcorn and cranberry ones with instructions on storing them for future use. Sometime later, Sam is laden with so many packages and bags that even his long arms are having trouble juggling them when he sees an elderly woman seated by a table with a simple stand of lights.
The hunter in him was always looking for anything unusual which fit the bill. Smiling politely at the woman when approaching, Sam studied the few antique-looking items and decided they seemed innocuous and relaxed. He spotted an old snow globe, picked it up, and sardonically smiled at how it looked diminutive in his large hand and began examining it.
Sam took time to appreciate its craftsmanship. Its base was silver with hand-worked engravings and an inscription in a language he didn’t recognize. Giving it a shake, Sam watched the artificial snow gently drift over a scene of a log cabin snugly ensconced among evergreens and bare-limbed trees. He got that feeling again. Impulsively, he asked how much he was surprised not to have to haggle over the price.
Carefully taking the globe in her gnarled hands, the woman told Sam that it was crafted in the country of her birth but didn’t specify where. She carefully inserted it into an equally old wooden box, telling him it was explicitly constructed to house the globe to keep it safe during its travels. Sam hears rumbling and glances around, spotting an old pickup parking not far off, and turns back to find the woman has disappeared.
Frowning, he placed the box in a bag, gathered up the rest of his purchases, walked to the waiting vehicle, deposited the items in the crowded truck bed, and then climbed in noticed Dean peering through the cab's back window, “Couldn’t find any more stuff, Sam?” “Couldn’t find a bigger tree, Dean?” His brother says nothing while backing the truck up, “Good thing I got all that to decorate it with then.”
Dean grunted as he set his end into the tree stand and, catching his breath, huffed out, “This would’ve been the time to use some of those witchy tricks, Sam.”
“Or maybe a good time to start working out more and cut back on the burgers and pie?” Sam shot back. “Wadda you talking about?” Dean snapped defensively, “I’m in great shape!” Sam gives him bitchface and says, “Keep telling yourself that Dean.“
Squatting down to affix the supports to the tree, Sam continues. ”You got winded just carrying this down the stairs. We have to face it: neither of us is getting any younger. We had this conversation not long after dealing with Chuck. Yes, we’ll enjoy the everyday things we couldn’t before. But if we’re doing something or on a hunt and get seriously injured, Cas isn’t here to help. And you know Jack is hands-off, so we’ve ….”
“Whatever, Sam.” Dean interrupted, unsuccessfully tamping down his that hurt but not gonna acknowledge it look. “I’m going to take my out-of-shape self and get the rest of the stuff from the car. Unless you’re worried I might, I don’t know, fall and break a hip.”
“Dean, that’s not what I,” but his brother just left, and Sam sighed, knowing he’d put his foot in it again, trying not to express his true feelings. Since they got their freedom from the manipulations of heaven, hell, and all the other things that went bump in the night, the feelings he’d buried and thought were over had come back.
Before he said yes to Lucifer, Dean acknowledged Sam was an adult, and he needed to stop being overprotective. But there is a part, deep down, in both Winchesters that is psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent. That part in Sam is one hundred percent positive that if Dean found out, he’d be so disgusted by what a perverted freak he indeed was forcing Dean would cut him out of his life forever.
The bunker's door banged shut, and at the bottom of the stairs, Sam paused on the last tread, watching the scene playing out before him in the war room.
“Oh, come on,” Dean grumbles at an ornament, refusing to stay on a branch of the mostly decorated tree. He lets it go, and it begins coming off again. “That’s it, I’m getting my gun.”
Sam couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. “Maybe I should’ve gotten some floaters and air fresheners instead?” He can see Dean mulling over that memory, “They were great.” Peering over at his brother, he asks, “Where did you disappear to? Thought you were going to help.”
Sam held up a grocery bag, “A peace offering? I know you aren’t going to change your habits, but I'm hoping we can compromise, at least when we’re not hunting. It’s 90% lean beef, and the pie,” Dean's whole face lit up, “Is made with almond flour and natural sourced sugar.”
Trading the wayward ornament for the bag, Dean states, “You deal with this,” Sam shakes his head when he hears, “Meatman coming to town” and sets about finishing the tree.
After cleaning up, the brothers sit in the library, drinking beer and watching an old Christmas movie playing on a laptop, when Dean casually inquires, “So what’s with the box?” Sam frowned before realizing he meant and remembered leaving the item sitting by the displayed swords. “It’s ahh, well,” Sam stammers as he retrieves the box, sets it on the table, and lifts the wooden lid. Dean raised an eyebrow at the contents, “Something you need to tell me, Samantha?” he snarks, removing the snow globe.
“I’m not sure why, but I'm drawn to it.” Dean frowned at his brothers' words and took a closer look. “What’s the saying?” He asked, pointing to an inscription on the base. “Not sure. I think it's a form of an older Germanic dialect. I was going to translate it later.”
Since nothing is screaming cursed object, Dean shakes it, making the snow swirl before setting it on the table, picking up his beer, and resuming watching the movie. He could feel Sam suspiciously eyeballing him asks, “What, Sam?” But Sam simply sighed, knowing his brother wouldn’t let it go. And sure enough…
“Did Santa ask if you were a good boy this year?”
Sam glances around trying to figure out where he’s at since a moment ago he was in the laundry and now starting at his decades younger self reclining against a headboard reading he hears his, their, name and watches himself huff in displeasure and getting up proceeds to trip over his own feet.
Following himself down a wood-paneled hallway, they enter a shabbily furnished living room, and spots his brother watching his younger self standing by a wood-burning kitchen stove. “Dean?” Turning, green eyes boggle, seeing Sam standing next to his own younger visage.
“What the hell you’d do, Sam?” Dean’s gravelly voice snapped and got Sam’s back up. “What makes you think I had anything to do with this?!” Dean looks at their younger doppelgängers arguing about something when young Sam stomps to a rickety kitchen table, plopping down on an equally rickety chair, crossing his arms, and glaring at its sacred top.
“Man, I forgot how bad your emoing could get,” Dean offhandedly commented, returning his attention to his brother, eyes hooded. “You were working in the library, so it's not hard to deduce you deciphered some curse cause now,” chucking his thumb toward the window, “We’re in the damn snow globe!”
Sam shot off bitchface #37, “It’s not a curse! I determined the words are an idiom. Слова не воробьи, как только они улетели, их уже не поймать.”
“Can you put that in English for those who don’t speak geek?”
“Words are not sparrows; once they have flown they cannot be recaptured.”
Dean got his running it over in my brain expression, “Yeah, I got nothing.” Sam concurred, “It didn’t make sense to me at first. But then I found a maker's mark hidden in the engravings. The records said they were a tradesman and spiritual alchemist.”
“What do idiot words have to do with Nicolas Flamel?” Sam's lips pursed, “Idiom Dean. And you know who Nicholas Flamel was?”
“Yeah, college boy, he created the philosopher's stone, turning metal into gold and some immortality elixir.” Sam waited. “He was in that Harry Potter movie, alright? What does that have to do with why we were here?”
“Okay, hear me out. Spiritual alchemy believers follow various paths to achieve the same goal, believing that, like metal, one’s soul can be transformed through stages of purification.” Sam began explaining the stages, and by the third, Dean heard enough.
“You're saying all the crap we’ve dealt with from heaven to hell has done some kinda colonic on our souls.” Sam began to speak, “Shut up, I’m on a role here. And if we take that idiom literally, one or both of us said something wrong and the idiom-alchy-snow globe Ghost of Christmas Past us to complete this whatever stage with an apology?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Great! Let’s figure out where here is, get to apologizing and the hell outta this glass ball.” Spying a discarded newspaper Dean tries picking up found he isn’t corporal. “Seriously?” Tipping his head sideways, he says, “Okay, December 22, 1999. We’re in Michigan..or Wisconsin?”
“Dean, what if it's something so bad there’s no way we can ask for forgiveness?”
That response made Dean's eyes narrow. “Sam, you need to tell me something?” His brother shook his head, but every warning signal in Dean was blaring like the bunker klaxon. He’d bet his entire collection of Busty Asian Beauties that Sam knew why that damn snow globe sent them here, but he was keeping it to himself for reasons.
Dean decided to hold his cards and play ignorant for a while longer. “Dude, what haven’t we done and forgiven each other for?”
Turning his attention to their younger selves made Dean feel a sense of nostalgia, missing how less complicated their lives seemed, even with the daily dose of Sam Winchester teen angst, which he always made up for.
Like now, offering to buy hot chocolate and giant pretzels triggered a memory, and the next moment, Dean was among a crowd wandering through the lighted tunnel entrance, following the loop by the salute to the armed forces towards the live reindeer exhibit.
“I remember this!” Dean exclaimed, “Dad left us in Somerset, Wisconsin, and were you all pissy ‘cause I kept giving you crap about this place’s name- Sam’s Christmas Village.”
“What else do you remember, Dean?”
They make a pit stop at the concessions, and while Sam is paying, Dean pulls out his flask, adding a double dollop to Sam’s. The kid needed to loosen up, then exchanged the cup for a pretzel with a smirk.
“This was the first time we got drunk together. Man, you were hilarious! Kept bugging me to go sledding,” Deans said, “And you fell off halfway down and laid there trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue.” Surrounded by softly falling snow tinted in hues of blues, greens, and reds, the brothers experience a memory trace of what happened that night.
Laughter fills the air as Dean staggers over, flopping on his back next to Sam, smiling at him when Sam’s expression changes and Sam leans over, his eyes' kaleidoscope colors disappearing into thin rings around dilated dark pupils as his fingertips caress the smooth, cinnamon-freckled skin and plush lips he was aching for when Dean pulled him tightly against him, noticing an unmistakable hard bulge pressing into his upper thigh as Sam instinctively started rocking his hips, seeking friction for his growing hard-on.
Dean feels his cock straining inside his jeans, slides one arm around Sam’s waist, another reaching behind him to cradle the back of his skull, angles his mouth up so he can drive his tongue into Sam’s mouth, feeling him suck on it with a sharp pull that shoots straight to his cock when wolf whistles from sledders passing by startled them caused Dean to bolt upright and dump Sam onto his butt.
Abruptly getting up, Dean grabbed the ropes of both sleds and dragged them downhill, leaving his brother perplexed. Scrambling to his feet, Sam rushes after, inquiring what happened, but Dean only responds that they need to head out before the roads ice over too much. The silent intensity of the drive back is broken only by music playing through the Impala’s speakers. Sam initially thinks Dean is concentrating on the road due to his intoxication. But Dean’s chewing his bottom lip signals he’s upset, and the knot in Sam’s stomach tells him to stay quiet.
Shutting the cabin door, Sam opens his mouth to speak, but Dean beats him to it, saying he overstepped boundaries that shouldn’t have been and won’t let it happen again. In a panic, Sam blurts out how his strange feelings for years were crystal clear.
“I love you, Dean, and want us to be together…like together together.” Dean shakes his head, “It’s the whiskey making you talk nonsense.” Sam’s stubborn streak surfaces, infuriating Dean, who shoves him back against the door and shouts in his face.
“Stop acting like a freak and go sleep it off!”
Sam feels like an ice pick is entering the base of his skull, and his stomach twists, knowing he’s the reason the person he cares most about in the entire world; he cares about more than himself is reacting like this, watching Dean disappear down the hallway, slamming his bedroom door shut. He fucked up royally, and suddenly his life was a mess when it seemed all was about to align an hour ago, making Sam wants to scream, to throw up.
Moving on autopilot, Sam shuts his room door, grabs his duffel, and haphazardly throws his belongings into it. Then, opening the window, he slips out and trudges back to town, heading for the bus station. By the time he arrives, his feet are so numb he shuffles across the linoleum flooring to the counter, setting most of his hoarded money down asked for the furthest distinction it’ll take him.
A short time later, the bus pulls out onto the main highway heading west as Sam leans against his window, wondering how everything outside seems so normal when his world has imploded. Dean turns his attention from the younger visage before him to the mature man beside him.
“This is why you ran away to Flagstaff.”
“You were right about me being a freak all along.”
Dean shakes his head, “No, Sam, it was my fault. I tried so hard to keep what I felt hidden, but that night..,” Sam's burst of laughter made Dean bark, “You think that’s funny?”
Eyes that never settled their color, hardened by the decades of horrors they’d lived through, were now gazing at him with unworldliness a thirteen-year-old Dean, after confirming everything in their dad’s journal was true, helplessly watched flame out like dying embers.
“No, Dean. The snow globe brought us back for the dissolution stage, dissolving false beliefs. We’ve been at cross purposes all these years for the same reason, each of us thinking we are the problem and the only way out is to no longer deny our feelings.”
Lifting his hand, Sam hesitated to let his fingertips explore the older, but still, so much loved, freckled skin again when Dean shifted, reaching his still-strong hand to cradle the back of his brother’s skull, angling his mouth up and breathed out against his lips.
“Sammy, we’re good.”
SPN TAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67 @leigh70
Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid
Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2 @akshi8278 @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl
#spnfanficpond#secret santa exchange#2023#dean winchester x sam winchester#wincest#spn au#dean winchester#sam winchester#supernatural#jensen ackles#jared padalecki
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Midnight Espresso [Podfic Version]
Happiest of birthdays to SPN FanFic Pond member @zepskies (Zeppelin_Skies on AO3)! I’m honored she enjoyed my take on her story “Smoke Eater” (Chapter 1) enough to pick another narration for her birthday gift prize! This go-round, I’m tackling “Midnight Espresso.” I apologize in advance for my Spanish! Dean would not be impressed. But, all that aside, it’s a great hunters-to-lovers fic. Have a listen!
Visit the story on tumblr or AO3 and don’t forget to give it some love!
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~ Sandra
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Supernatural Fandom
Rated Mature (NSFW)
Dean Winchester/Reader
Summary:
You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson.
[Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader]
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Subject Matter Disclaimer: This podfic contains adult material of a sexual and graphic nature. Listener discretion is advised, and be mindful of the tags. Feel free to hop out of the backseat if that’s not your thing. Dean won’t hold it against you. More than likely, he or Sam or some other SPN character or any number of character combinations will be too busy holding other things against others to give it a second thought. If you’ve buckled up and are ready for the drive, please check your Bluetooth connections and/or plug in those headphones before the engine starts.
By proceeding, you understand that @idlingintheimpalapodcast is not responsible for any embarrassment, cringe, or adverse consequences that may occur as a result of the listener failing to conduct these checks.
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Fishing for Treasure January
What is happening? It’s “Under Appreciated” weekend at the Ocean and at the Pond ( @spnfanficpond )! Send us the fics that you think are not appreciated enough and we’ll be more than happy to reblog it for you!
When? At the Ocean - During the first weekend of January. January 7th and 8th. At the Pond - During the third Weekend of January. January 21st and 22nd
What are we going to do? We are going to be reblogging all of your under-appreciated fics!!
What do you have to do? Send us a link to wherever your submission is posted! (Tumblr posts are preferred, since we would have to create a Tumblr post for your link, otherwise, and then you don’t get OP credit.) Each group will have a specific room in their discord server for you to drop the links! And for those of you who are not in the discord server, just submit the links via submission on the blogs and please specify that it is for the fishing for treasure weekend!
Deadline: You have until Midnight January 6th to drop your fanfics for the Ocean and Midnight January 20th to drop your fics!
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My Padabear
For my SPNFanFicPond Secret Santa Fic Exchange to @ellen-reincarnated1967
Jared Padalecki x Reader
No warnings just Christmas fluff. Unbetad. Not my best work but hope you still like it. It's been a while since I've written anything. Posted on mobile so please be kind.
Summary: this Christmas with his best friend is different than all the others. But why?
WC: 1.4K
Christmas time was one of his favorites times of the year. Not because of the decorations or the gifts but because this was the time he got to have all his favorite people in one place. His closest friends and his dearest family all gathered in Austin for Christmas, eating and drinking, being merry together.
His fame had allowed him to have a house big enough to hold a feast and money enough to fly out and put up all his friends and family. It had become a tradition over the past few years. He was lucky and thankful to be so blessed. Being famous definitely had its perks.
There was something different about this yar though. He was looking forward to one special person in particular to arrive. It wasn’t the first time he had spent Christmas with her. As a matter of fact, there had plenty plenty of holidays that she was there for. They had grown up together after all. Childhood best friends and neighbors. He considered her one of his closest friends even today even though they didn’t see each other but once a year anymore.
This year something had changed between the two of them. He wasn’t sure when it had happened or how but he found himself developing feelings. They talked frequently, texted constantly and video chatted often. Somewhere along the way, he fell for her. He wasn’t sure if she felt it too but this Christmas was going to be different, he just knew it. This Christmas, Jared wasn’t going to be single anymore. At least if things went according to his plan.
But when do things ever go to plan? She had missed her flight and Jared hadn’t heard from her since she was trying to book a new one. He was starting to get worried when a few hours passed without a word. It surely couldn’t take that long to find a new flight. He was to the point of making a few calls when she finally phoned him.
“Get your ass to the airport. I just landed.”She said, a smile in her voice.
He gave a sigh of relief before a smile of his own spread across his features. He didn’t even tell the rest of the room where he was going, simply grabbing his things and heading out the door without a word. A knight on the way to rescue his princess.
Nerves suddenly kicked in while he was driving. They hadn’t seen each other in person since last year. How was he supposed to greet her? What would he say? His palms were sweaty as they gripped the steering wheel. It wasn’t a long enough drive for him to properly work through his thoughts and feelings.
Whether fortunately or unfortunately, she was waiting at the curb, waving him down with her luggage in hand by the time he pulled up. The moment he stopped, she opened the back door of his truck and tossed her bags in. She wore the brightest smile he had ever seen and he thought to himself that she had never looked more beautiful. He was in a daze as he watched her climb into the truck and before he knew what was happening, she had her arms thrown around his neck and pulled him into a vice grip hug.
“Missed you, Padabear.” She muttered into his shoulder with a grin and he coughed from the intense strength behind her hug.
“Need to breathe, Y/N.” He finally jogged himself out of his trance, only one arm able to wrap around her. Not the hug he had been hoping for when he pictured meeting her for the first time.
She laughed and pulled back, tucking her hair behind her ear and dropping her gaze. He could have sworn he saw her blush but maybe that was just his imagination because just like that, it was gone. To break the tension that suddenly fell over the cab, she punched him in the shoulder and adjusted herself in her seat. He smiled fondly and pulled the truck off the curb.
Silence fell for only a moment as they both seemed to compose themselves. But it wasn't long before she was rambling on about her flight and her reason for missing the first one. Jared laughed warmly as she regaled the story dramatically. When they fell quiet once more, it was more weighted and he could feel her eyes on him every now and then. He didn't have time to think about it because it wasn't long before he was pulling into his driveway.
She got out as quickly as she could, moving to the back to get her luggage before he could be a gentleman and get it himself. His eyes rolled as he walked around the front of the truck to find her ready to roll into the front door. She gave him a broad smile and he couldn't help but laugh, a bubble of warmth in his gut.
They stood there a moment, basking in each other's close proximity but neither spoke a word. It was clear they both had something to say but neither had the nerve to be the first to speak. Of course, they wouldn't get the chance before Jared's mother burst out the front door, squealing with excitement when she saw Y/N. Both turned to look at the older woman and Y/N squealed in reply before running into her arms. Jared smiled, his eyes twinkling with the love he felt for the two women.
They all went inside where they were greeted by a slew of friends and family. Y/N had to take a moment greeting everyone, giving everyone her breathtaking smile and soul warming hugs. Jared found himself watching her, catching the attention of Jensen. The older man gave him a knowing grin and Jared's cheeks heated up under the emerald gaze.
Once she was done making her way around the room, she returned to Jareds side. Her arms wrapped around one of his and she looked up at him with a soft smile. His heart raced and his own features broke into a smile. She'd always had that effect on him. Her smile was infectious and it was enough to set off a herd of butterflies in his stomach.
She tugged on his arm, backing up and dragging him out of the room. His brows wrinkled in confusion, pulling back for only a moment. But when she tilted her head at him with a playful sneer, he gave in and let her pull him out of the room. He wasn't sure what it was she wanted but he'd go anywhere with her.
Dragging them out the back door, she led them hand in hand into the backyard only stopping when she came into the patio. She let go of him and hugged her arms around herself to keep off the chill of the winter Austin breeze. Jared watched her carefully, trying to read her body language because she turned her back to him.
He saw her shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath and heard it pass loudly through her mouth. With a quick spin on her heels, she was facing Jared again, nearly startling him at the speed. "I like you." She blurted out and the taller man's eyes grew wide. "And I know you like me too." He blinked at her a few times, stunned into silence.
In the time that he had known her, she had never been this bold, this forward. She was always the quiet and timid one, the thoughtful and rational one. This was a new side to her that he got to experience.
There was silence as they just stood there staring at one another. It was clear she was growing concerned that perhaps she was wrong. She shivered and her eyes dropped to her feet. She wouldn't show it but he knew she was near tears.
Taking a step forward, a hand reached out to grip her chin and lift her head to look up at him. "You're right." He whispered and for a moment he thought she hadn't heard him because she just stared up at him. His mouth opened to say it again but he didn't have time. She threw her arms around his neck and dove in for a kiss that he wasn't prepared for. They banged heads, both groaning at the collision before they both burst out laughing.
Staring at each other once again, this time they were smiling. "Can we try that again?" She asked shyly. He smirked at her and nodded his head. She came up on her tiptoes and he leaned down to meet her halfway. It was slow and sweet and neither wanted to part until they couldn't breathe.
"Merry Christmas." He cooed against her lips.
Her smile brightened. "Merry Christmas, my Padabear." This was just another reason Christmas was his favorite time of year.
#supernatural#jared padalecki#jared padalecki x reader#spnfanficpond#secret santa fic exchange#spn#fluff#christmas
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@heavenssexiestangel did a thing, and I narrated it. Gadreel/Dean friends to lovers - have a listen! (Sorry so late to be cross-posting this on tumblr. We've been saying "It's been a week" for so long we might as well just say, "It's been a month!" ~ Sandra
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Of Glitter and Paper
Title: Of Glitter and Paper
Word Count: 1655
Summary: The holidays are a ridiculously busy time so you have to take the time out for a little loving wherever and whenever you can.
Rating: Mature
Tags: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Dean x Female!Reader, Domestic!Dean, Dean Does NOT Die In That Stupid Barn, Basically porn with dash of plot, with teeniest, tiniest bit of angst, fluff
Characters: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Claire Novak
A/N: Merry Christmas, @thoughtslikeaminefield! ‘Tis I, your Secret Santa! Here is your fic. I so hope you enjoy it. You asked for: “There was no rebar, dean is sober, dean is married with children”. Now I know that I know I kind of ignored the whole no rebar part, but I hope that my slight indiscretion okay. Fingers crossed!
This was written for the @spnfanficpond Secret Santa Exchange. Also this fic is completely unbeta-ed so any grammatical errors, wanton comma abuse and missed words are mine and mine alone. Hope you enjoy!
“Dean!” you gasped. “We have to be quiet!”
“I am being quiet,” he rumbled against your inner thigh, his deep voice sending the faintest of vibrations straight to your clit. “But sweetheart, the real question is, can you?”
You shot him a glare, taking in your undone shirt and bra, and nipples still glistening from his ministrations. Damn it. Your man knew you too well. Until you’d met one Dean Winchester, you’d always been rather quiet during lovemaking, but with Dean? Uff dah, you couldn’t seem to shut up! There was just something about him- “OH!” And just like that you were already disobeying your own order.
Dean’s calloused thumbs gently separated your slick folds, and his tongue (oh that clever, clever tongue) delicately lapped your swollen bud. “Oh lord…” you moaned as you widened your thighs, reaching behind you to grasp the edge of the desk you were sitting on in a feeble attempt to brace yourself. Paper crinkled under your butt and a pair of scissors clattered to the floor.
Dean gave a huff of laughter, his warm breath tickling your aching core and emerald eyes twinkling up at you, “Already breaking your own rule, huh?”
“You just wait until it’s your turn, pal,” you ground out. “I’m going to make you yell so loud the neighbors will be calling the- oh sweet mercy!” Dean’s soft licks had morphed into him wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling as he firmly stroked the bundle of nerves with his tongue.
Fireworks of sensation shot through your body and then back down to your core. Heat pooled and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. Oh gods, were you going to come already? Dean’s big hands wrapped around your thighs and spread you even wider, giving him better access. His tongue began to flicker from your clit to your tight channel where he began to thrust in an imitation of his cock. Then he turned his attention back to your clit where he would once again suckle. Involuntarily one of your hands shot out and grasped the back of his head as you thrust your hips forward frantically in an attempt to get even closer to that sinful mouth. Dean growled and gripped your hips in response. All it took was that growl to make your climax wash over you like a spring thunderstorm.
Panting you leaned back against the desk, willing your heart rate to calm down at least a few beats per minute. After a few seconds you sat back up, “Okay sir, your turn,” you grinned seductively, reaching for his waistband.
Dean backed away just out of reach causing your brow to furrow in confusion. He gave you a sheepish grin, “Sorry darlin’, as much as I want that gorgeous mouth of yours on my dick, there’s no way I can last.”
“You’re sure- oh you really are sure, aren’t you?” you giggled as he hurriedly worked to unbutton his jeans. The giggle swiftly turned to a moan as he unzipped his pants, and his straining cock sprang free. Your channel tightened and moisture pooled at just the sight of his straining length.
“You okay with this?” he asked between gritted teeth as he palmed himself and stepped forward.
You nodded vehemently and greedily reached out to pull his still denim covered hips between your legs. You took his cock and guided it to your entrance. Dean gripped your hips and in one smooth thrust plunged his entire length into you. You both gasped, and you felt your eyes roll back into your head as he began to stroke into you.
“Dean…Dean…Dean…good, you feel so good,” you babbled as his thrusts pitched upward and rubbed against your clit. “Oh gods, so good.”
“Shhhh sweet girl, shhhh,” he took one of his hands off your hip and carefully covered your mouth, all the while keeping up those maddening thrusts.
In retaliation you squeezed your inner muscles around his cock and his firm ass with your hands at the same time. You then traced each of his fingers with your tongue before giving his ring finger a gentle nip.
With a barely contained groan, he tore his hand off your mouth and crashed his lips into yours. Your tongues tangled in a frantic dance and those measured strokes turned uneven and urgent.
You felt release once again barreling down at you. Everything centered on the multitude of sensations happening at once. His hard body moving against your much softer one, the slick grip of your core on his large cock, his lush mouth moving against yours, and soft gasp he made into your mouth as you raked your nails up his back and into his hair. Then it all fractured in a burst of starlight and you were muffling your cries of release into his neck as Dean roared your name as his own climax hit him.
He rested his forehead against yours as your chests heaved against each other in an attempt to try to get some air back into your lungs. “Who’s breaking the rules now?” you laughed shakily as you pressed a kiss to a spot right above his thundering heart. The same spot where there was a brutal almost perfectly round quarter sized scar. A scar that daily reminded you of how close you came to losing him to a rusty piece of iron in an abandoned barn.
“Worth it,” he chuckled as he dropped a lingering kiss onto your lips before he pulled away and fixed his pants with still trembling hands. You couldn’t help noting those hands with a smug glance. You sorted your shirt and bra and scooted off the desk. After a bit of a shuffling around under scraps of paper, you found your panties under a pile of bags and tape and slipped them on and tugged your skirt back into place.
“Where the hell did all that glitter come from?” he nodded to the red and silver specks creasing your hands.
“Honey, look around us. Besides you know what they say about glitter right? It’s the herpes of the craft world. It finds its way into everything.”
He chuckled, “Alright, alright. Well I suppose it’s time to check on those ghouls out there and see how much damage they’ve done.”
“I can only imagine,” you winced before playfully slapping his ass. “Okay my fearless hunter, time to face the music.”
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You walked into the living room only to find three sets of curious eyes boring holes straight into the both of you.
“Mommy? What took you guys sooooooo long? We’ve been waiting to start the movie FOREVER!!” Rowena, your ever dramatic six year old asked. Sometimes she took after her namesake a little too much. “Bobby ate almost all the sugar cookies already!”
“Yeah, Mommy and Daddy, what took so long? We thought you were only going to wrap a few presents.” Claire smirked at them from the couch and popped a piece of peppermint bark into her mouth. She’d originally stopped by to say hi and drop off some presents for the kids as she drove back to Sioux Falls for the holidays, but a Plains blizzard had rolled in right as she’d arrived. It looked like they’d have an extra guest for Christmas dinner tomorrow, which you absolutely loved. Your door was always open to all your friends and family.
“Well…” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Dad’s not very good at wrapping presents so I ended up having to do all of them. That’s why it took so long.”
“But why were you both yelling?” Bobby, their four year old piped up, frosting and cookie crumbs coating his lips and smeared across one chubby cheek.
“Yeah, you were both yelling so loud! Bobby and I wanted to check on you, but Claire said that we couldn’t.”
“I uh- well I-ummm-” you stammered. Christmas Eve was so NOT the time to have this particular conversation. Especially not with Claire “Could Barely Contain Her Gleeful Laughter” Novak snorting at them from her corner. You looked back helplessly at Dean. “Well you see…”
Dean knelt down next to the nest of pillow and blankets your two kiddos had built for themselves in preparation for your annual Christmas Eve movie night and looked into the two sets of curious green eyes so like his. “Guys, we were going to keep this a secret, but since you’ve both been so good, I’ll let you in on it. We were talking to Santa on the phone.”
Bobby and Ro gasped, “You were???”
“Yep, we were. But then we started arguing about who’s turn it was to tell Santa about how awesome you two are. That’s why you heard yelling.”
“Ooooohh, I bet Santa didn’t like that,” Ro gasped.
“He sure didn’t! In fact, he almost took away our presents, but then we told him that we were sorry and that we’d start taking turns talking to him. After that Santa said that we were all good. So that’s why you heard yelling, okay?”
“Okay!” They both chimed and turned their attention back to the Peanuts gang dancing across the TV screen. Whew, by some kind of miracle you’d, well Dean, managed to side step a very awkward conversation.
Dean shot you a relieved grin and walked towards the kitchen in (knowing him) pursuit of more cookies and hopefully a much needed cup of coffee for you. You felt your heart swell with love and gratitude for this amazing man that the universe had seen fit to give you. “He is truly the only Christmas gift I will ever need,” you thought as you snuggled next to Bobby on the pile of pillows.
“Daddy?” Ro piped up. You froze. You should’ve known that Ro wouldn’t let you both get off that easy. “Why do you have glitter all over your bottom?”
“Well shit,” you groaned to yourself with a laugh as you buried your burning face into a pillow. “There goes that Christmas miracle.”
#dean winchester#spn#spnfic#dean x female!reader#reader insert#spnfanficpond#spnfanficpodsecretsanta#thoughtslikeaminefield#my writing
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The Healing Touch Chapter 1
Kira Watson is seeking the help of the last therapist that is willing to help her with her mental health and trauma. Will he be like all the others? Or will he be the healing touch she needs?
@mrswhozeewhatsis @squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13
Chapter 1
My leg bounced. This was my last chance to have a therapist. All the others had dropped me as a client within six months of taking me on. Some claimed that I had too much trauma compounded by several different events to tackle even one single trauma.
“Kira Watson,” a voice called out.
I suppressed a small jolt at the voice before turning to see the receptionist standing at the door, holding it open. I moved toward it all the while avoiding her gaze. I did not want to see the judgement on her face.
“Right down the hall, first door on the left,” the receptionist said.
The door was open as I approached. I rapped on it as I cautiously peered into the room.
The man at the large desk looked up and gave a gentle smile that would have put any one at ease. The corners of his eyes, I couldn’t tell if they were hazel green or apple green, crinkled and there was a small tell of a five o’clock shadow.
“Hi, Ms. Watson,” he greeted. “Close the door if you please and take a seat.”
I wasn’t too sure about the closed door. Alone in a room with an unknown man was not on top of my list. Yet I did not come all this way to give up now. With a deep breath I closed the door and took a rigid seat on one of the two couches.
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. “I am Dean Winchester.”
I remained silent. There was a small part of me that did not want to get comfortable because he would give up on me like everyone else. If I stayed silent, he would give up on me and I would be on my own. Either way I would be on my own trying to figure out what to do.
He leaned forward and rested his arms on his desk. “I see we’re going to have a little bit of a time warming up. I have heard a little bit about you from some of my contacts. Severe anxiety, depression. Trust issues. Family issues.”
“You’re judging me.” I don’t know where it came from. “Just like the rest of the ones I’ve seen.” I leaned back onto the couch with a huff.
“Why would I judge you?”
“Everyone else does.” I was quiet as I looked away and crossed my arms.
“I’m not in the position to judge anyone. I’m in the position to help you. Only if you allow me to do so.”
“Why should I let you help me? I’ve had many therapists and psychiatrists all around my last home town. They’ve tried to help before giving up. Why should you be any different?”
Dean sat there for a few quiet moments, folded hands before his mouth.
I did my best to not stare at it. “This is a waste of time.” I moved to stand.
“I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”
A hand came to rest on the doorknob as I slowed. If I stepped through the door, I gave up. “I…I don’t trust you.” I barely heard my voice.
“I’m sorry, I did not hear you.”
My head turned slightly in his direction. “I don’t trust you. I trust no one.”
“You’ve trusted me enough to be here.”
“Do I?” I turned to him. “You know why I don’t trust easy, Doc? Because both my parents cheated on each other in a loveless marriage. Neither cared enough about me.” My voice started to rise. “I was an afterthought; something to use as a weapon against the other in an argument. The schools I’ve been to didn’t care. Hell, I considered myself lucky to eat a meal a day. So excuse me for not trusting you.”
Silence fell between us as Dean soaked in my words.
“I’m sorry about all of that,” he said after a few moments. “Do you want to talk about one of those issues?”
I wanted to. I also wanted to leave before he gave up on me. Dean hadn’t moved from behind the desk with a non-judgmental look on his face. He was willing to take a chance on me. Maybe I could take the chance with him as well.
I retook my seat on the couch and put my hands in my lap. My mind raced with what I could start with.
“Do you mind if we start with how you mentioned you were an afterthought to your parents?”
“How far back do you want me to go?”
“When did you first remember, or realize, that your parents did not prioritize your care?”
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Sorry. Must be dumb but how I join you. Please.
Sorry babes just seen this. Have to be a member of the @spnfanficpond server.
You should totally join if you aren't already a member. 😘 We chat, bounce ideas, sprint, so much fun.
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For SpnFanFicPond Secret Santa exchage
For @fandomoniumflurry
Pairing: Sam/Reader (platonic) (Reader uses she/her pronouns)
There is whump, there is comfort...Hope you like it :)
Merry Christmas 🎄🎄
It was Christmas day. The entire neighborhood was decorated beautifully with fairy lights, Christmas trees, Snowmen of various shapes and sizes stood in the streets, as the kids were having snowball fights, just playing with each other in the snow, having fun. The Winchester brothers had also decorated the apartment.
Everyone around her was celebrating, but all Y/N could do was curl up into an even tighter ball under the warm blankets as she tried to stop herself from shivering. Of course she had to get sick right in time for Christmas, and not just any Christmas, her first one with her away from home, that too. This was going absolutely GREAT.
Y/N’s closed her eyes and was beginning to feel herself relax a bit when Dean slammed the door open and happily skipped inside, Sam right on his heels
“MERRY CHRISTMAS SUNSHINEE” Dean sang out loud, only to be hit by a flying pillow smack middle of his face.
"..ow… What did I do?" Dean muttered, rubbing his nose.
"You're getting on my nerves is what happened. I have a headache and you are not helping" Y/N grumbled. She just wanted to sulk in peace and was low-key annoyed that Dean was not allowing it.
"Aw come onn it's Christmas!!" Dean whined
"And I have a headache! And I couldn't sleep all night because I was coughing all night!” Y/N whined back, and immediately proceeded to cough violently for a few minutes.
Sam sat down on the bed beside her, and Y/N tiredly rested her head on his shoulder. “Do you want something, dearest? Some of that sweet milk tea that you have?” He felt a tired nod over his shoulder. Her forehead also felt quite warm, he noted.
“Okay, we're gonna make it for you. We'll also get you your meds, okay? Would you be alright waiting here for a while?” Sam asked gently. Y/N tiredly nodded and buried her head deeper into his shoulder.
“Try to get some sleep, okay dear? I'll wake you up when it's ready.”
Sam started to get up, when he felt a warm hand pull weakly at his sweater.
“Please stay..?” YN croaked out, her voice barely above a whisper at this point.
“Okay, I'm staying… Dean, can you manage it by yourself?” Sam asked, petting Y/N’s hair by one hand.
“Yeah sure, why not? I'll be back before you know it..” Dean said and got up to leave. He smiled as he saw Y/N snuggle happily into Sam's lap.
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Schmoopy fluffiness. I love it! I also love that Cas actually gets everything but doesn’t show it. Lol. He got the references.
@almaasi ❤️ (hope that’s the writer)
#fishing for treasures#spnfanficpond#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#spn#deancas#casdean#roommates#sharing a mattress#mutual pining#it’s soo good#must read
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January 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 @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!
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Christmas Traditions
SPN Fanfic
Caracters: Sam x Dean x Cas
Word Count: 2,685
Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas take some time off to celebrate the holiday.
A/N: This was written for @ladylilithprime for the @spnfanficpond’s Christmas Exchange! I hope I got in everything from the wishlist!
Warnings: NSFW, past trauma (mentioned), m/m/m threesome, wing kink, anal sex
Read it on Ao3
Sam sat in the kitchen reading his copy of Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol as Dean hummed under his breath and cooked dinner. Cas sat across from him watching Dean and smiling softly, affection shining in his eyes. They had decided to take Christmas weekend off and spend it together. No apocalypse, no monsters, no distractions; just the three of them, together for Christmas. Spiked eggnog, roasted turkey with fixings, and even a Christmas tree. Dean had joked that Sam could be the tree and Cas could be the topper, “We’ll have a kinky Christmas!” he’d said. Cas’s wings had fluttered at the idea while Sam had blushed and shook his head.
A Winchester Christmas in the bunker. Who would have thought?
Sam insisted on playing a Christmas station while they ate, and Dean was pleased that it was a station that played Trans-Siberian Orchestra, stating that “If we’re going to listen to Christmas music, at least they have taste.” The bird was perfectly cooked, and Dean even added carrots to the potatoes and gravy. The smell of pumpkin and pecan pies baking filled the air as they ate.
Cas even tried a bite, noting, “These are the best-tasting atoms I have ever tasted, Dean.”
Dean rolled his eyes but smiled as he said, “Don’t waste my cooking, Cas; we know you don’t eat.”
After dinner and dessert, Sam sat on the sofa in the den (which he refused to call the Dean Cave) with his book in hand and his brother’s feet in his lap. Dean was watching Die Hard, and Cas had gone to get refills on their Winchester Special Eggnog, which mainly consisted of brandy.
When Cas entered with three glasses in his hands, Sam looked up to see his wings pinned tightly against his back.
“What’s wrong, Cas?”
“Hmm?” Dean added, peeling his eyes away from the screen to look at their angel.
“Nothing is ‘wrong’, Sam. I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine,” Sam commented.
“I hate that you can see his wings, and I can’t. Must be all that witchy stuff you’ve gotten into,” Dean lamented.
“Dean,” Cas started, his wings shifting. “We’ve been over this. Sam spent considerably more time as a host to an archangel. That prolonged exposure is bound to have an effect. He could probably hear my true voice as well. Though, I wouldn’t risk it.”
“Yeah, no, I’ve been on the receiving end of your true voice, wouldn’t want a repeat of that.” Dean laughed to himself, self-consciously rubbing at his ear.
“And I don’t think I could handle seeing another angel’s true face.” Sam shivered.
Cas came up behind him, handed him and Dean their drinks, and put a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I can only imagine the horrors you went through in that cage. I’m sorry we couldn’t get you out sooner.”
Sam was quiet, trying not to remember everything that had happened in the time he was trapped with Lucifer. Not only him physically but his soul alone. Cas understood what it was like—they had bonded more after his time hosting the devil. Dean hadn’t truly understood until he’d hosted Michael, who’d gone rogue and hijacked his body. They’d all been through so much, but all of that only seemed to bring them closer together. They’d bonded in the trenches of multiple apocalypses. Sure, they still fought and went through stages of silent treatments, especially Dean, but they’d always found their way back to one another.
Sam owed Cas everything for bringing his brother back from Hell, and he’d earned his trust and love over the years since then. And Dean… they’d always been more than just brothers. Cas and Dean had always had a bond, and when they all decided to see what it would be like for all of them to be together, it had been a game changer. Sam couldn’t imagine his life without them in it. After everything they’d all been through, they could depend on each other. Sam had never felt more understood and supported in his life. They’d literally been through Hell, but they were still there fighting, rarely taking time for themselves.
“How about a change of subject?” Dean said loudly, bringing Sam out of his thoughts.
“Yes, what would we like to do tonight?” Cas added.
“I was planning on a Die Hard marathon… but could be convinced to do something else…” Dean waggled his eyebrows at Sam.
Unable to hold back his smile at his brother’s antics, Sam grinned. He took a drink from his cup, leaned his head back against Cas’s forearm and looked up at the angel. “Cas?”
“You know I am always ready to be carnal with either of you.”
“Cas,” Dean complained, “you can’t just say shit like that.”
“Why? Would you prefer I call it making love?”
Dean groaned and made a show of rolling his entire head with his eyes. Sam laughed.
“Sap,” Dean accused, then took a drink from his glass. “So, we doin’ this or what?”
“I’m game,” Sam agreed. He finished off his glass of eggnog and cleared his throat from the burn.
Dean nodded, downed the rest of his drink, got up from the couch, and started stripping as he left the room. Cas sighed dramatically, then squeezed Sam’s shoulder before following after him with his wings shivering. Sam simply shook his head at his lovers’ antics and then rose to follow them.
Once he got to Cas’s room, the one they used when they were all together, Dean was completely naked and was helping Cas out of his clothes. They were making out; Sam felt his cock stiffen at the sight. Cas’s wings were spread wide, his primary feathers reaching out. Unable to help himself, Sam reached forward and rubbed the outermost primary feather between two fingers causing Cas to shiver and moan into Dean’s mouth.
He was so pleased when they’d invited Cas into his and Dean’s bedroom play, and he’d agreed. Sam had been hesitant at first, Cas being an angel of the Lord, but when he’d found out about Dean and Cas, Sam had insisted that Dean offer to bring him into the fold. Cas hadn’t been judgemental about Sam and Dean being physically intimate. He’d said that all of Heaven already knew and didn’t think anything about it.
Clearing his throat, Sam began to undress to join in the festivities. He watched as Dean removed all of Cas’s clothes. Sam matched his movements and joined them naked as Cas stepped out of his pants. Cas and Dean reached out to him and wrapped their arms around his waist to pull him into them. Dean leaned forward first and pressed their lips together. They kissed as if they lived for it, breathing each other’s breaths and tasting the eggnog they had drunk. Dean was all fire and passion in everything he did, always eager to please.
Where Dean was all heat and willfulness, Cas was care and precision. Once Dean had had his fill, he nodded to Cas and lay down on the bed while Cas took his turn with Sam. Cas’s lips were more gentle but no less passionate. Dean moaned, and Sam knew that Cas was using his Grace to get Dean ready for them, whoever would be the one to fuck him. They tended to mix things up, keeping things interesting. The fact that all of them were pretty much up for anything helped in that regard.
Cas reached between himself and Sam, grabbed both of their cocks, and began stroking them in time with Dean’s moans and grunts of pleasure. Sam reached behind Cas and wrapped his fingers around his marginal coverts, stroking along their soft vanes. He loved to feel Cas shiver and his wings vibrate with arousal. Sam played with the downy barbs at the base of his feathers and smiled against Cas’s lips when he stopped kissing and stroking him. Sam thoroughly enjoyed being able to play Cas like a finely tuned instrument.
“Not fair,” Dean said from the bed.
“You’re just jealous,” Sam said.
“Ngh.” Dean threw his head back into the pillows and started grinding down on the bed again.
Sam smirked at Cas, who had obviously started opening him up again. As he was about to ask how they would proceed tonight, Sam felt pressure at his hole and realized that he would be in the middle of everything. Secretly, or maybe not so secretly, Sam loved when he got to be between the two of them, surrounded in every way by the loves of his life. Sam leaned into Cas again and kissed him as his Grace worked him and his brother into a frenzy.
“Sammy,” Dean moaned.
Sam loved seeing his brother strung out and laid out on their bed. His hair was messy, and his skin was flushed pink from stimulation. With one last nibble on Cas’s bottom lip, Sam pulled away and crawled over the bed to his brother. He laid over him and kissed Dean while Cas kept opening them up.
“‘M ready, Sammy. So ready. Need you.” Dean mumbled between needy kisses.
Sam reached over to the side table, but Cas was already there, handing him the lube they kept there. Cas could use his Grace as lube, but when he got caught up in the moment, sometimes he’d forget, and none of them wanted that to happen… again.
With freshly lubed fingers, Sam rubbed around Dean’s rim and slid three fingers in with no resistance. He thrust his fingers in a few times, then lubed up his cock and lined himself up. Dean wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips while he still had the chance. Leaning down, Sam kissed Dean as he shoved his hips forward, slowly sinking into the smooth warmth of Dean’s ass. Sam set a slow, steady pace that matched the ebb and flow of Cas’s Grace within himself.
Cas lay beside them and ran his fingers through their hair. He pulled Sam’s head back and turned Dean’s head toward himself so they could press their lips together in an intense kiss. Sam heard Dean moan and felt him clench around his cock. Sam laced his fingers with Dean’s with one hand and reached out to run his fingers through Cas’s scapular feathers. Cas’s hips rutted against Dean, and all three of them moaned.
After a moment, Cas’s Grace expanded in Sam’s ass and warmed for a few seconds before Cas stopped kissing his brother and moved to situate himself behind Sam. Dean unhooked his legs from around Sam’s waist and braced himself against the bed while Cas lubed Sam. As Cas lined himself up, he put his arm around Sam’s waist, and Dean pulled him down into a kiss. Sam stilled his hips when he felt the intense pressure as Cas pushed inside. It was always overwhelming being surrounded the way he was. Dean clenched his ass as he waited for Sam to start moving again, which caused Sam to clench, too, and Cas, in turn, to moan into Sam’s back.
Once Cas was fully sheathed, Sam rocked his hips forward into Dean, who nibbled on Sam’s bottom lip. When Sam rocked back into Cas, they all moaned again. Sam was solidly between the two people who meant the most to him in the world. This was bliss. Cas’s wings spread out to either side of them, putting them in a cocoon of iridescent black feathers. Sam felt safe and wanted and loved.
They rocked together in a shallow, slow rhythm until Sam was ready to do more, to feel more. Sam grabbed hold of Cas’s wings to pull himself upright. Cas sat up with him and took his cue to pick up his pace. As he slammed his hips into Sam, Sam slammed into Dean. Cas fucked them both for what felt like hours. It was too easy for them all to move with each other. They were a finely tuned machine, hardly having to communicate with words as they thrust and moved with one another.
Fingers laced through Cas’s wings and Dean’s hands on his waist, Sam let himself go with pleasure. It wasn’t often that he released control and allowed himself to just be. In the safety of Dean and Cas’s arms and wings, Sam felt secure enough to stop trying to perform and analyze everything and just let himself feel everything happening to him. Dean’s fingers tightening around his waist, Cas’s arm around his waist, their fingers playing against each other’s, Cas’s feathers fluctuating under his hands, every feeling was heightened and accentuated with need and trust.
Sam and Dean were incoherent and sweaty by the time Dean finally came, shooting spurts all over his and Sam’s stomachs. As he came, he squeezed around Sam; Cas fanned his wings out, gripped Sam tight around his middle, and bit into the crook of his neck. With all the added stimuli, Sam reached the edge of ecstasy and came with a shout. Through the slits of his eyelids, Sam watched Dean reach for his hands and lace their fingers together. As soon as their hands touched, a blue glow lit the room, and Sam felt Cas’s hips falter as he came, warmth spreading through him as he did so.
Cas turned Sam’s face so they could kiss as he rolled his hips a few more times, then pulled out and backed away from them. Sam did the same, leaning over to kiss Dean as he pulled out, then he lay down beside him while Cas lay down on his other side. Cas’s top wing came around and rested over them. Sam mindlessly ran his fingers through the primary feathers at his side and ran the fingers of his other hand through Dean’s hair. Cas was also stroking through Dean’s hair, and Dean hummed in contentment.
With a snap of Cas’s fingers, they were all clean—fucking an angel had its perks, other than unlimited stamina—then they dozed for a little while, enjoying their post-coital haze and each other’s closeness.
“I would like to try something,” Cas said.
“Okay, shoot,” Dean told him, stretching out like a cat.
Cas stood up beside the bed and cleared his throat. His eyes glowed blue for a moment, then Dean gasped.
“Oh,” Dean said as he moved to the edge of the bed and stuck his hands out to run them along Cas’s marginal coverts.
Cas’s feathers shifted at the touch, and Sam watched as Dean felt his way along the strong line of Cas’s wings for the first time. Cas closed his eyes and breathed in while Dean worshiped his wings, running his fingers along almost every feather.
Cas chuckled when Dean rubbed at his alula, and Sam got up to join Dean in exploring Cas’s wings. Sam, of course, had been able to see them ever since he’d gotten his soul back from the cage, but he’d never really allowed himself to explore them like Dean was. Dean was on his left wing, so Sam went to his right wing and started straightening out his feathers that had gone crooked or were not laying flat. Cas hummed and leaned his head back while they groomed him.
When all of his feathers sat straight and Cas was almost asleep, Sam and Dean kissed him on the corners of his lips.
“Who wants to finish a movie with me?” Dean asked, his eyes closed and his head leaning on Cas’s shoulder.
“I will,” Sam and Cas both said in unison.
Once they dressed in their comfy sleep clothes, they went back to the den to finish watching Die Hard. Sam forwent his book in favor of snuggling on the couch and sipping more eggnog. Cas sat between the brothers, arms draped over their shoulders and wings spread wide around in a protective hug. Sam nuzzled into Cas and stroked the primary feathers that draped over his shoulder while Dean leaned into his other side.
As far as Christmas traditions go, Sam was sure even Dean could get behind this one.
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Take The Edge Off (Dean/Reader)
Title: Take The Edge Off
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester, Dean x Reader
Summary: Dean needed some backup.
Word Count: 1312
Tags: Shameless Smut, Hunting Partners, Sex After A Hunt, Sex in a Barn - No, not THAT Barn... Don't Worry.
Notes: Just a fun little quickie... literally. Posted on AO3 9-12-21
Those lips have been working me over for a good five minutes. I can’t decide what I’m in love with more in the memory we’re creating. What will I latch onto in the dark when I’m alone, reliving this moment?
Maybe the heat of his body, pressed into mine, pressing me into the wood slats of the barn wall. He’s warm like an outdoor fire in the fall, taking the chill out of the air.
Maybe the insistence of his mouth. There’s pressure there, too, but it’s not overpowering. Goddamn, those lips. I’m not proud to admit he’s caused me to gasp for oxygen during our tonsil hockey.
He likes to tease and release his lips, leaning back for observation. The gaze is a heartbeat away from commanding I get on my knees. The moonlight, fluid and silky, slips over the curves and edges of his face.
He’s a fucking work of art right now, still and seductive. A half hour ago he was all bully, bulldoze, and brazen, slashing and burning a nest at an abandoned farmhouse.
Then he’s back to attacking my mouth and breathing me in. It only seems to fuel his need. And mine. I’m whimpering.
“This is one helluva way to celebrate a hunt gone right, sweetheart.” His lips trail down my neck. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.”
“Shut up, Winchester.”
He snickers. “How far we going here?”
I cup his growing excitement. “Enough to take the edge off.”
He groans. “You probably can’t handle all that.”
I bite his earlobe. “Try me.”
I’m tugged off the wall. A whooshing sound accompanied the barn door rolling open. I’m pulled by his massive hand clutching my wrist. Jonah’s horses shuffled about in their stables at the disruption and the overhead fluorescent light that blinked on. The earthy hay smell and lack of comfortable accommodations does little to squash how badly I want to rut around with this man.
His lips find mine again. I’m twirled in his arms like a ragdoll. I can hold my own with most other hunters. But, this man, I want him to take the wheel.
He palms my ass and scoops me up. On instinct, I gain purchase and scrabble up so my thighs curl about his waist, ankles lock behind for good measure. He moans into my mouth. I hold onto his shoulders for dear life, though I’ve never felt safer.
His tongue laps the inside of my mouth. I’m propped onto something and his erection rubs against my denim covered heat. His hands are free to roam about for a thorough pat down.
“You were really something back there.” He whispers the compliment, stroking his lips over my forehead. He strips my jacket off and runs a finger down into my cleavage. “Next time Sam’s out of commission, I should see if you’re available for backup.”
“You’ll have to take a ticket and get in line. I’m in pretty high demand.”
He grins and massages my camisole covered breasts. “I bet you are.”
Again, I take stock of the beauty. I want to have plenty of reference material. What will I cling to when my eyes close, all by my lonesome, in need of some pleasure, some respite from the chaos of this life?
Maybe the green glow and sparkle in his eyes as he traces down my body.
Maybe the pink glisten and pout of his lips after his tongue peeks out to wet them.
Maybe the stipples of freckles that cover his skin in random spots. I lock onto one on his neck only to find a host of others peeking out around the collar of his shirt.
He inches my shirt up and over my breasts. There doesn’t seem to be time for a full undressing, especially when he dives right in to suckle on one of my nipples. I arch my back forward, wanting to capture more screenshots. He’s pinging all of my nerve endings.
He straightens up for a few seconds. Oh, there’s something that will stick in my brain. An effortless peel of his jacket over those hilly shoulders and a smoulder in his eyes that might ignite me on the spot.
He whips the jacket onto the surface behind me, which I now realize is Jonah’s work table. He urges me down with his mouth on mine, his palms caressing and cradling my spine. Up again, his plaid layer is off in a flash and he tunnels out of the t-shirt with a forceful tug over his head.
Bulging muscles, tight tendons, and soft flesh in all the right places. So much lovely material.
I burrow the back of my head into the softened leather of his jacket. His smell wraps around me. I catalogue the mix of scents. I’ll never smell the combo of whiskey, gunpowder, and leather again and not think of this man.
I hear the ting of a belt buckle and an unzipping of his fly before he’s scrambling to do the same to my jeans. The cool air prickles my skin in contrast to his hands warming me up.
“Damn. Pretty all over.” He coos, then pulls a moan out of my throat when his tongue sneaks into my folds.
“Fuck.” I mash my lips together, naked and spread eagle on my hunter friend’s work table, listening to this man eat me out. He’s licking and slurping and sucking, rumbling moans against my flesh. I have no shame in expounding with commentary. “Uh, yeah, right there. Keep that up and you might get to the front of the line.”
He chuckles, then nibbles on my clit. “I could do this all night.” Suddenly my knees are much closer to my head, held secure by his hands and forearms, along with his face buried in my pussy.
“Jesus.”
He ravages me for a few more minutes. It’s the eye contact that pushes me over the edge as he flicks my clit with his tongue and fucks me with two fingers. I bite back the scream, then ride the wave of bliss back down. “Hm, bet that took some of the edge off, huh?”
I nod and stare at his mussed up hair from my hands running through it and the red flush on his face. “That’s not all you got for me, is it?”
He shakes his head and pulls me closer by the curve of my hips. “So much more for you sweetheart.”
The movement of his hand fisting his cock garners all my attention. It’s slick and slips between his crooked fingers and firm grip. He squeezes the tip and strokes all the way down to his balls. He’s rock hard and thick.
Clicked and saved.
With a corny joke about safety first, he rolls on a condom and then coats the latex with my arousal.
The push inside is met with resistance. His eyes go wide. “Fuck.” He whispers. I beg him to give it all to me and he groans in agreement. The air punches out of my lungs with the slam of our bodies fully connected.
He gives it to me, again and again. I’m euphoric with the stretch and friction, plunging deep inside me with every stroke.
I’m lost in the way his face responds. Pursed mouth, then open gasping. Heavy lids, high in the moment. Then, it’s his voice begging. “Come on, baby. Come with me.”
I don’t make it that quick or easy for him. He’s pressed tight against me, mouths connected, when I finally let go and he follows.
His heart thunders against my chest. “That was awesome.” He nuzzles into my neck.
“I agree.” My fingers run across his sweaty shoulder.
“All after hunt celebrations should be this awesome.”
“I got it, Winchester. You like saying awesome.” I sigh.
“Sweetheart?”
“Hm?”
“I’m available whenever YOU need backup.”
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