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Her concubines - Kinktober 10
Summary: The fairies are back. Fight the fairies.
Rating: lightly explicit
Pairing: Dean x Fairy Queen!Reader x Sam
Kink: Feather play
Square 23 filled for @spnkinkbingo: Feather Play
Square 21 filled for @spnfluffbingo: Enemies to lovers
Warnings: kidnapping, a little crackish, angry Dean, language, nakedness, kinda reverse harem, feather play, implied polyamory, light smut (unprotected), seduction, implied anal sex, implied threesome, I’ll label this lightly dub-con
A/N: I usually don’t describe my reader, but for the sake of this fic the fairy has long hair (I imagined she wears the crown and clothes on the pic in my header. The reader can be of any race.)
Words: 2,1 k
Kinktober 2022
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“Leave me the fuck alone, you fucking fly,” Dean swats a fly with his hand, grumbling as the flying insect just won’t leave him alone. “I won’t share my pie with you.”
The fly is not impressed. While Dean tries to eat his pie, it flies around the plate.
“Fucking stay away from my pie. This one is mine. Stop getting on my nerves,” Dean grasps the newspaper Sam bought to kill the fly.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Sam steps out of the shower and dries his hair with a towel. A towel hangs loosely around his hips as he watches his brother fight with the fly.
“Nothing,” looking around the room Dean huffs as the fly finally leaves him alone. He happily sinks a fork into the pie.
“What? Get away from me,” while Dean eats his pie, Sam swats the fly with his hand. “Dean, did you forget to throw your leftovers away again? You are luring insects in.”
“Ah, the fly was bugging me the whole time. That sonofabitch even tried to get some of my pie. No way,” happily munching his pie, Dean chuckles as Sam still fights the fly. “You look like you’re having fun, Sammy.”
“That’s one annoying fly,” huffing Sam looks for a book to kill the fly. “I swear it tried to land on my chest more than once.”
“A pervy fly, huh?” Dean grins. “Maybe you stink?”
“Shut up, jerk.”
“Bitch!”
“What the fuck? How did you get in here?” Dean yelps as the fly lands on his cock. He just tried to jerk off in the showers and now, he stares down at his cock, wondering how the fly got inside the shower. “You are a pervy fly. Get off my dick.”
“Dude, what’s wrong?” Sam calls from the hallways. “Did you hurt your back again?”
“It’s the fly again! It landed on my…uh…”
“It landed where?” Sam snickers. “On your ass? Maybe you stink!”
“You stink bitch! That pervy fly landed on my dick and refuses to leave me alone? It…uh…fuck! It starts to glow!!”
“It glows?”
“OH, YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME! SAMMY! IT’S A F—”
“Dean? It’s what?” Sam worriedly knocks at the door. “Dean. That’s not funny. What’s wrong?”
Sam opens the door, gun aimed to fight whoever attacks his brother. “DEAN? Dean where are you?” the room is empty. All that’s left of his brother is his watch lying on the floor. “Dean?”
The hunter runs his fingers through his shaggy hair and paces the room. “Dean. How? What?” and again, the fly starts flying around Sam’s head. He swats the fly with his hand. “Not the right time to get on my nerves.”
“You will make such a nice addition to my harem,” a soft voice purrs in his ear. Sam suddenly feels light-headed. The room starts to spin, and he ends up losing consciousness.
Just like his brother before him …
“Sam…Sam…Sammy!” the younger brother jolts up. “You alright? Did that flying bitch hurt you?”
“What happened?” Sam rubs his eyes as his brother goes back to pacing back and forth. “Dean! Where are we?”
“The fly kidnapped us.”
Sam snorts.
“That’s not funny, Sam. It was the fly. I mean, it wasn’t a fly. That bitch started to glow and then I saw it…nipples.”
“Nipples?”
“Yes, nipples.”
Sam frowns. “Like that one time you got kidnapped by a fairy?”
“Exactly.”
“Wait. We got kidnapped by a little fairy. You know, with wings and pixie dust? All shiny and tiny.”
Dean gives his brother a bitch face. “She was tiny, but then…”
“Then what, Dean?” Sam cocks his head to look at his brother.
“She turned into a woman, Sammy. A woman with wings and tits and…uh…then I lost consciousness…”
“Don’t tell me we ended up in fairytopia or something,” running one hand down his face Sam sighs deeply. “Maybe we got drunk and this is just a crazy dream.”
“Sammy, I’m telling you the fly turned into a fairy, and the fairy turned into a woman,” Dean says. “She wrapped me in her wings and then, I woke up here. Wearing nothing but a…”
Dean looks down at his body.
“It’s called a tunic,” Sam laughs as his brother whispers that he’s not wearing underwear.
“I feel naked!”
“I want my sweet boys to always be ready to satisfy my needs,” you finally step inside the room you gave to your newest additions to your harem. “You look beautiful.”
“I-“ Dean swallows thickly as he drinks your appearance in. You’re wearing a golden one-shoulder tunic. A large slit reveals your right leg and thigh. A golden crown made out of leaves from the forbidden garden tames your long locks.
“Sammy, she got black wings!”
Dean crosses his arms over his chest. He still feels naked and vulnerable without his clothes, weapons…and shoes.
“Black wings.”
Sam can only stare at you in awe. He didn’t get the chance to get a better look at the fairies they fought years ago.
“I knew you will make a great addition to my collection,” you step closer to run your fingertips over Dean’s arm. He slaps your hand away, grumbling under his breath.
“You will learn your place, hunter.”
“Miss…why did you bring us here?” Sam tries to get information, and not start a fight right away. “Where are we?”
“You are in my world now, hunter,” you coo in Sam’s ear. “I was looking for someone to keep me company. Two of my favorite concubines died last month. They wanted to go back to their world and…”
“You killed them,” Dean balls his hands into fists. “If you want a fight, come here bitch. I’m going to rip your wings out. You are a better fly.”
You are by Dean’s side with one beat of your wings to press your index finger to his lips.
“I would never hurt my beloved ones,” you whimper. “My beloved Arthur and Marcellus wanted to go back to their world. We spend a thousand years together. If humans stay in my world, they become immortal thanks to my powers.”
“I bet she killed them, Sammy,” you cup the back of Dean’s neck to force him to feel your strength. “Fuck, she ate too much spinach or pixie dust.” The hunter grunts as you press your lips to his plump ones.
“I didn’t harm my beloved ones. If you spent thousands of years here, it means you would have died a long time ago in your world. The moment they entered their world, they turned into dust…”
“And yet, you went onto a shopping spree to kidnap me and my brother, winged bitch,” you chuckle as Dean seems to be an untamable one.
“I will have so much fun turning you into my good boy,” he huffs as you lick over his mouth. “You will love being my servant, hunter. I know you can be good.”
“Miss, my brother is far from being a good boy and, we’d like to go. Uh-we are not the ones you want.”
“Sammy,” you glance at the younger brother while moving your hand to his brother’s crotch. “Your brother’s body has a different opinion.”
“We want to go.”
“Why? You can be immortal. There will be no pain, no death, no suffering,” you softly whisper in Dean’s ear. “Only pleasure and peace. You will eat the finest food, and wear clothes made by my best elves. Pleasuring me is an honor. Be thankful I chose you.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“I didn’t give you choice.”
“Bite me, winged bitch.”
“I’ll bite you!”
“Miss, did no one ever say no to you?” Sam tries to calm you and his brother.
“No. Every single man was honored to become my servant. You’ll be the same soon enough!”
“Like hell!” Dean grunts. “I won’t fuck a winged creature kidnapping me and my brother. Hot ass or not.”
“You will change your mind,” you press a soft kiss to Dean’s mouth. “I think you and your brother will soon become my favorites…”
“Shit, it won’t break,” Dean slams the chair against the window once again. “Fuck’s sake. Why won’t it break.”
“I think it’s sealed by her powers or something.”
While his brother tries to break out of the prison he calls the spacious place you brought the hunters to, his brother is busy reading yet another book from one of the bookshelves.
“Sammy, stop reading. We need to get the fuck out of here! It’s been almost a week!”
“Two weeks,” Sam slams the book shut. “I don’t get it. She brought us here. Keeps us hostage but doesn’t harm us. We are well-fed. The room is warm and cozy. She even got us our favorite things…”
“I want to go home.”
“She let the other men go. Maybe she’ll let us go one day too,” Sam says.
“I want to go now, not in a thousand years to turn into dust, Sammy. Help me!”
“You are a beautiful creature,” today you parted the brothers to get to know them better. Whiles Sam eagerly asked you questions and smiled as you gifted more books to him, his elder brother tried to attack you.
You had no other choice but to use your powers on him to keep Dean from hurting himself by attacking you. He struggles against your powers and curses your existence.
“I will kill you! Where is my brother?”
“He’s safe.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You’ll be good now or you’ll regret it!”
“Bite me.”
You chuckle. Dean is no one you can break with violence or threats.
“I will do something better,” you rip his tunic off his body, making him growls as you reveal his naked body to your prying eyes. “Just be good now, Dean.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not yet, Dean,” you lie next to him, just looking at the hunter. “I want you to accept your new life. Sam is on a good way.”
“If you harmed my brother, I’ll rip you apart,” Dean fights the invisible strings holding him to the bed as you carefully graze his chest with the tip of your wing.
He shudders.
“So much pain. So much responsibility. So much selflessness.”
“What are you doing?” he murmurs.
You move your wing over his body. Your feathers run all over his skin, tickle and caress him.
You can see it in his eyes and the way his body responds to your touch. Dean is used to pain. He’s not used to gentleness.
“I want to give you a new start, Dean. Become mine. You and your brother,” his eyes snap open as you run your feathers over his growing erection. “You deserve a better world. One that will protect you and make you happy.”
“I’m not going to become your sex slave,” he breathes out as you straddle his lap. “Fuck, don’t do this to me.”
“I won’t hurt you or your brother.”
Dean doesn’t fight you when you lift your hips to line his cock up with your weeping entrance, nor when you grip his wrists to pin them to the mattress.
“Just let it happen. Become mine,” you coo as you start to rock your hips. “I’m going to take good care of you and your brother.”
He just watches you move on top of him. Gasps and moans leave his lips as you lean over his body to rock your hips faster. “Fuck.”
“I know you want to come inside of me, Dean. Give me a strong heir for my kingdom. All the others failed,” he pushes up into you. “Yes, harder, my beloved one.”
“Oh fuck, you’re a beast,” you giggle as, the younger brother is all over you again. Sam fell for you long before Dean even got the chance to feel your cunt around him. “Harder, Samuel.”
“You’re mine,” Sam has you pinned to one of the many bookshelves at your library. His large hands hold your ass in a tight grip as he fucks up into you. “Say it, my queen. Tell me that you only need me!”
“Y-you, only you and your brother,” he hums but moves one large hand around your throat.
“Not good enough. What do you say, Dean?”
“I’m not convinced that our little fairy only belongs to us,” Dean watches his brother wrap one arm around your waistline to give Dean the chance to get behind you. “What do you say? Do we want to have our way with her?”
“Y/N belongs to us. Only us.”
“I-I only belong to you. I swear…”
The tables turned months after you kidnapped the hunters. They accepted their new lives but wanted you to give yourself to them in return.
“Now, let’s see how well you can take both of us, little fairy,” Dean whispers in your ear as his cock pokes your tightest hole. “I bet you will make the cutest noises for us again…”
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Strangers on a Train
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: Teen & Up
Tags: meet awkward, nurse!Dean, Single Dad Dean, Single Dad Cas, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Subways
Word Count: 2,167
Summary: One thing Dean's never been able to get the hang of is putting his daughter's hair in braids. That is until he watches a man on his train to work do just the thing he can't. When said man accuses him of staring, instead of malice, a friendship blooms between the two single parents.
Read on AO3 | written for @spnfluffbingo (2018): single parent au
Dean gets the train every morning to the hospital, it saves him from trying to park his precious Impala in the cramped, underground parking lot. He usually ignores everyone, preferring to put in his headphones and turn up Led Zeppelin.
That is until he spots a dark-haired man get on at the next stop, trailing a blonde-haired child behind him. He sits on a spare seat and Dean can’t help but watch as the child steps in front of him and hands him a hairbrush.
The man brushes through the girl’s hair before splitting it in two and plaiting it with quick efficiency. He sits in stunned silence then, not even hearing his favourite track playing from his iPod. He’s jealous, the most he can do with his own daughter's hair is sweep it up in a ponytail and even then it’s messy and Dean finds her kindergarten teacher has redone it at some point during the day.
***
When Dean goes to pick up his daughter that evening, he notices that her hair has been done up in a better ponytail than she left with that morning and he shakes his head before getting her belted in the Impala.
The drive home is short and he wants to try plaiting his daughter's hair before dinner.
“Emma? Will you come here a moment?” He calls and waits for her in the lounge, her hairbrush and hair ties laid out.
When Emma bounds into the room and spots the hairbrush she eyes them wearily and scowls at them.
"Don't give me that look, I gotta practice sometime!" Dean scolds teasingly. Emma rolls her eyes, which Dean promptly ignores and waits for her to stand in front of him. "I saw another daddy today putting braids in his daughters hair. Thought I'd give it a try." Emma just nods and remains quiet.
Dean parts Emma's hair into two just as he'd seen the man on the train do. It's wobbly and one side has more hair than the other. The comb catches a knot and Emma huffs her displeasure.
"Sorry."
"Why can't Miss Bradbury do it?" Emma asks. She starts to turn her head but Dean sets his hands on either side and keeps her facing forward.
"Because," Dean says as he splits one half in three. "Part of my job is to make sure you're well cared for and that includes doing your hair."
Emma's head tugs to one side as he tries to remember how the man's hands moved.
"Miss Bradbury is gentle!"
Dean tries to not let the words hurt, but it's hard. He battles through it, starting the braid, and it's going well until it isn't. When he ties off the end it looks messier than he's ever seen Emma's hair. He grumbles under his breath and pulls it out much to Emma's disdain.
"Alright, not happening today. Dinner will be in an hour so go play while I cook."
Emma can't seem to get away quick enough, tearing through the house and up the stairs to her room.
Dinner is easy enough, spaghetti and meatballs, and it's just as well since his mind is elsewhere through the process. The digital photo frame that sits next to the electric kettle flicks to a picture of Emma sitting on Lydia's lap. Dean remembers taking the photo, it had been the first time Lydia put Emma's hair up. It's tufty like a pineapple top and Emma's cute grin makes her look goofy.
It's not like Lydia would have been the one to always do Emma's hair, it's not why he doesn't know how. Lydia passed away before even she got a chance to start doing Emma's hair, so they could learn together.
"Daddy?"
Dean drops the spoon into the spaghetti sauce and only just refrains from swearing. He turns to find Emma with paper and colouring pencils in her hands.
"What's up, kiddo?"
"Can I colour at the table? I'll clear up before eating time."
"Sure," Dean says with a smile and then watches as she clambers into a chair and spreads out her supplies.
***
The man with the dark hair is on the train again the next morning with the same little girl, repeating the actions of yesterday expertly.
Dean's jealous, absolutely, but mostly curious and he watches him twist and turn his fingers around fine blonde hair. He tries not to be obvious but it's difficult when the carriage isn't very busy.
Once he's done it's easier to look away and Dean goes back to his phone and searches up a couple of tutorial videos to entertain him through his last few stops.
As the train comes to a halt a shadow looms over him and Dean looks up with a jerk.
"Do you have a problem?" says the man Dean had been watching braid his kid's hair.
"No?" Dean says back, he's about to get defensive when he puts the pieces together. "Oh no, not… um, was trying to figure out how you get her hair like that. Got a daughter myself and um—"
"Perhaps staring at us on a train isn't the way to learn." His eyes narrow and his voice is quiet and calm. It both scares and sends a thrill through Dean.
"Sorry. I'm practising but I just don't got the—" he cuts himself off twisting his hands uselessly in the vague motions of hair braiding.
The doors ping and slide open.
"Come on, this is our stop," he says to the girl behind him. She's about Emma's age, Dean notices and as he turns, he notices just how neat her braids are.
The man and his daughter disappear and Dean sits quietly feeling a little uneasy. His day is busy, taking his mind off things, but as soon as he's back on the train home, he feels odd again.
Picking up Emma from school doesn't make him feel any better when she bounds up to him with high pigtails in her hair. She talks and talks about her school day and Dean makes all the right noises and feels guilty about not really listening.
She's going through a colouring phase at the moment so Dean joins in, dragging one of Emma's pencils over and sketching out a basic scene. Dean would be lying to himself if the inspiration was based on something other than his travel to work that morning.
There's a rough outline of a man waving out of a train window and Dean starts to shade in the dark hair before his hand starts to cramp from lack of practice.
***
Dean's almost afraid to get on the train the next morning but he does because he can't be late and there's no way he's taking his baby all the way into the city.
He sits on his phone and ignores his surroundings as best he can. The carriage is relatively empty all up until someone sits down next to him. He mentally grumbles about how there are plenty of seats in here, and that it wasn't necessary to sit right next to him.
He looks up briefly after a moment and finds the man from yesterday looking at him.
"I hope you don't mind," he says and gestures generally to his seated position.
Dean struggles for words for a moment before shrugging. "Go ahead."
"I'm Castiel, by the way. I thought you might want a close up tutorial."
Dean's heart beats fast for a few moments before settling and feeling grateful for him.
"Please," Dean says.
Castiel pulls a comb from his pocket and ushers his daughter to stand in front of him.
"I'm Dean. Emma, my daughter, just started to want her hair up for school but I'm bad at it. Her teacher redoes it nearly every day. Feels like I just…"
"It's okay, Dean." Castiel lays a gentle hand on Dean's arm, stopping him from running his mouth in desperation to this poor stranger. "We all have things we're not good at."
"Daddy's not good at cooking."
"Claire…" Castiel says with exasperation.
Dean can't help but laugh a little. It's broken the tension a bit.
"Well that's something I've always been good at," Dean tells them, he doesn't mean to brag, but Lydia used to call him King of the Kitchen so he's kept that title for himself. “Maybe we can trade skills? I can give you one of my fool proof recipes tomorrow, if you like?”
He hopes he’s not being too forward, but he mostly wants to make up for coming across as creepy the day before.
But Castiel only brightens a little, a smile forming on his face. “I’d love that.”
***
Dean learns eagerly from Castiel and finds his braiding better with practice. Even Emma is impressed, though she only shows it with a critical eye in the mirror and no complaint once he’s done. She’s certainly Lydia’s, that’s for sure.
Castiel, in turn, regales about his new adventures in cooking and though he doesn’t see much of Claire on the train he does hear from Castiel that she thinks their dinners are more exciting.
Getting the train to work becomes something for Dean to look forward to, this new blooming friendship between himself and another single dad makes things feel easier and that he’s not alone in his struggles. He does wonder at what point he should ask for Castiel’s number… for a maybe playdate for Claire and Emma, but Castiel gets there before Dean managed to fret over it for several days.
It’s as easy as Castiel asking him, so Dean’s not sure why he built it up in his head that it’s a big deal. They see and talk to each other on the train every day so it’s normal for them to exchange numbers as friends.
Castiel, it turns out, is an avid texter and emoji user and it makes Dean feel like a dinosaur needing to translate the messages. Even Emma does a better job than him at working out what Castiel is telling him.
He’s standing outside of Emma’s school at let-out time when he gets another text from Castiel.
Castiel | 2:48pm | ☕?
Dean’s not that stupid to not figure out that Castiel is asking him for coffee, but he’s overrun with ideas for what kind of coffee he might be asking for. Just a catch-up, maybe just a way to add to their friendship since they’ve not met outside of their train journeys, what if Castiel is asking him on a date? It would be weird to think it wasn’t a date and turn up to find out that it is.
“Hi daddy! I made a new friend today!”
Dean almost has the breath knocked from his lungs at the way Emma launches herself at him. “That’s great, Emma.”
Emma turns to point out her new friend through the crowd of parents and Dean recognises her as Claire. He frowns for a moment and scourers the crowd for dark hair, eyes landing on Castiel a few moments later as their eyes catch one another.
It’s hard to keep the smile off his face and he waves to Castiel. He forgets the — maybe-date — text that he’s just received and only remembers about it when Castiel joins them.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Hey, Cas. Didn’t know Claire went to this school too.”
“Today’s her first day, I was homeschooling before we moved but ever since I picked up my job in the city, we decided Claire should go to the actual school. Claire’s been excited to start and seems to have found a good friend.”
“Yeah, Emma’s a great kid,” Dean tells him and then finds Emma grinning up at him. “It was great seeing you, Cas. I guess I’ll see you Monday on the train?”
“Yeah, of course,” Castiel smiles.
“See ya, Cas. Bye Claire.” Dean turns to leave, giving both of them a quick wave as Emma does the same.
He’s about three steps away when he hears Castiel’s voice again. “Wait, Dean,” he says.
Dean turns with Emma hanging off his arm and finds Castiel looking a bit sheepish.
“So, um… did you want to go for coffee?”
Dean decides he’s going to play dumb, and not assume it’s a date even though Castiel’s hesitancy seems to suggest that it could be. “Sounds great, I’ve got a pretty quiet weekend coming up if that suits you.”
“Is it… um.” Dean smiles at Castiel’s apprehensiveness. This is nothing like the man who told him off that first time in the train carriage, but ever since that moment he’s been fond of the softness that Castiel has. “Can it be a date?”
“I’d really like that,” Dean replies and he can see the worry drop out of Castiel. “We’ll text about it, maybe call each other. See you soon, Cas!”
With that, Dean walks away with an extra special friend, a date to be decided and a happiness inside him that he hasn’t felt in a long time.
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but you're my...
title: but you're my...
pairing: brother!jensen x sister!reader
fluff: long lost sibling
kink: bath tub sex
A.F.G.B: found family
tags: taboo, long lost sibling sex, brother cock in sister pussy, brother cums in sister pussy, vaginal sex, sex in a bath tub, dr dna test, finding out your own brother got you pregnant WARNING DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE AGE OF 18 THIS WILL GIVE YOU NIGHTMAREZ THIS WILL BE YOUR DOOM...
rating: 18+ EXPLICIT DO NOT READ IF UNDER AGE OF 18
created for @spnfluffbingo @spnkinkbingo @sweetness47
You head out to the club to meet up with your best friend... Going through highschool and college would have sucked if not for her. But doing your 3rd year of law, you both decided to hit the club after a full week of exams.
You got into a romper, strapless, blue and gold obviously but it was a brand new outfit... you were heading to meet up with your bestie outside of the best club on campus.
Now you don't normally mingle with anyone that you either bring back to the dorm or go back to their place with but tonight felt different.
You and your best friend were just dancing in the crowd. You went to grab some drinks but a stranger a tall dark mysterious hot guy bumped into you. He leans in to whisper in your ear
Jensen: sorry for bumping into you.
You lean in to whisper back
Yn: it's all good.
He replies low husky and soft
Jensen: dance with me
In seconds the music changed, it was more hypnotic and seductive.. but you followed Jensen to the center of the crowd where you both spent the next few hours just doing the grind.
It wasn't till almost closing time that your best friend found you.
Alaina: go home with him, I'll see you tomorrow. Plus I get to have my own fun and you 2 seem to have hit it off.
Yn: but it seems too good to be true...
Alaina: you worry too much take tonight for yourself. Go and have some fun. I know I will.
And like that you both parted ways. Jensen summoned you a cab to take you cross campus to the guys dorms.
Jensen and you went inside and found neither of you could keep your hands off eachother but also agreed a bath was in order.
Jensen took his hands off of you long enough to run the bath ... you turned around to stare in the mirror, but you looked down slightly startled by the arms of someone wrapping around your waist.
Jensen: I can afford to buy you new clothes and plus I have some shirts that you could use as dresses if need be... now are you ready for me to tear these clothes off of you and rock your world?
You let out a shrilled moan as Jensen placed small slow kisses cross your neck...
Yn: take me for I belong to you in full...
That's the last words spoken before your clothes are torn from your body... you then are carried into the bath... you could feel Jensen's hard cock throbbing beneath your wet pussy... as you grinded against him now sitting in the bath...
Jensen: alright baby let me shut off the water and then i will proceed to rock your world.
jensen then breathes in a groan which he then released with the following command.
jensen: water turn off...
you felt the water flow change... but that was a few seconds before jensen's hand was at your pussy, his hard cock errect beneath you, jensen kissed you as you slid onto his hard errect cock...
this caused you to cry out into the kiss. you were one of the few people that he had ever had in his apartment, but you were the only girl he had ever been with...
You were the one person in this entire planet who he hoped could save him, his company and his soul!
Jensen had gone down a dark path, though he plays Dean Winchester in the hit show supernatural, he should have known better than to do a satanic ritual even if it was for a haunted house and supposedly fake...
Well he had to, he promised he would help out so he went in, he did the ritual and boom, he hasnt been feeling right since!
You kept riding his hard erect cock but every time Jensen and you would lock eyes his eyes would be pitch voidless black...
Yn(inner thoughts): man I gotta do something... wait of course that's it...
You felt his thrusts become faster and harder... but you kept going as you spoke in clear ish moans the following words...
Yn: exorcisomus te, omnis immunus spirits, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarri, omnis legio, omnis congregato, insectas diabolicas, ergo dracto malidicte, eclesium secura fascious liberate, te regamous, audinos
At that last word the devils trap your magic had placed above you guys was now taking that demon back to hell.
Jensen: yn I'm so sorry...
You put your finger to his lips and look into his eyes.
Yn: take me to the bed, the water is all over the floor, we will clean up the rest of the mess tomorrow.
You feel jensens breathing turn softer as he grips your ass cheeks with his hands and lifts you up carrying you to the bed ever so gently.
Jensen gently places you on the bed as he begins to pound into you again. You scream, moan, dig your nails into his biceps and no sign of any other darkness in his features.
Jensen breathing heavily as he continues to pound you into the bed for another 15 minutes before he says the following words..
Jensen: squirt for me baby... squirt for me, show me how you like this...
You moaned against his neck and then it hit you, like the earth shattered right before your eyes, like the ground beneath you would swallow you whole, your powers reacted to jensens words and with a loud scream you squirted all over the bed and Jensen.
Jensen however came inside you, warm hot liquid shot right inside your core. Once the unloading was done and a couple of towels were grabbed you and Jensen pulled off those sheets and grabbed a clean blanket in order to curl up and sleep. Both of you putting your phones beside you guys.
Yn: how do you feel?
Jensen: like a new man. Yn I'm so sorry about what happened in the bath, I....
He was about to continue when you placed your hands on his...
Yn: I watch supernatural, I realize now why you seemed so familiar to me. I know what your darkness was. It was a demon...
Jensen: but that is impossible... I have...
He goes to gesture to his tattoo, but sees that it's been burned off...
Jensen: this is impossible... why, how...
Yn: hey hey its okay, look we will figure this out and I won't leave your side till we do...
Jensen: but What about...
Yn: all my classes are online I literally just listen to them, my teacher sends out multiple lesson assignments incase anyone likes to jump ahead you get extra credit when you do.
Jensen: but What about your roommate, what about...
You put a finger to his lips and felt peace.
Yn: do not make any more attempts for me to say no. I am staying with you and that's final... till we can figure out what happened to you.
Jensen finally crawled into bed beside you. Pulling you against his body so your both looking into eachothers eyes.
Jensen: your so cute when your being stubborn.
Yn:don't change the subject handsome. Now let's get some rest before morning comes or my best friend tracks me down. Lights off...
The lights turned off as you and Jensen fell sound asleep. Neither of you felt anything but peace the rest of the night.
Morning came about 830am your phone rings, you in a sleepy haze reach behind you and swipe the answer button.
Yn: yes
Alaina: hey girly... how was last night...
Yn: it was amazing girl, I feel different I feel like I am a whole new person.
Alaina: are we gonna do lunch today before your appointment or are we moving it to tomorrow.
Suddenly it clicked...
Yn: omg my appointment with the school counselor... shit... I totally forgot... Alaina ummm rain check on the coffee, also I won't be home in the dorm for a bit, I'm gonna stay with Jensen for a while.
Alaina: girl what happened last night that...
You hmm'd into the phone.
Yn: nah girl I mean yes last night was amazing, but you have to understand that my reason behind staying with Jensen has nothing to do with anything from the sexual activities but with the bond that Jensen and I created last night.
Jensen now was tracing your body his fingers were trailing along your thigh toward your still semi sensitive pussy.
His fingers touched the edge of your bikini line, you flinched and let out a squeak. You could hear Alaina in the phone clearing her throat...
Alaina: what was that?
Yn: nothing...
You said as though you were a little girl who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Alaina: uh huh oh well you go have fun I'll keep you informed. Love you
Yn: love you too...
Alaina and you hang up the phone. You let out a loud shrill of pleasure as Jensen begins to bury his face in your pussy as he sampled you...
Yn: omg Jensen, don't stop!
Jensen just keeps flicking his tongue across your now dripping wet pussy. Your clit so sensitive as Jensen keeps licking it and biting it and pinching it.
Jensen pulls back for a few seconds.
Jensen:squirt for me again baby, squirt for me!
That was it that was your undoing. He made you squirt for the second time in less than 24 hours. Mid squirt he thrusted into you again, hard rough and completely unstable, the bed creaking and you continued to drip while being ducked once more by Jensen.
Jensen: do it again baby, squirt for me.
That was it, you squirted again as Jensen once more came inside you. Jensen kissed you once he finished unloading and decided that cuddling would be a good way to start the morning.
Yn: can I level with you?
Jensen: of course you can..
Yn: that was my first actual cock....
Jensen looks at you with a confused look.
Jensen: what do you mean?
Yn: I mean my virginity had gone to my vibrator about a month ago, in the shower.
Jensen: so I'm the first guy whose ever?
Yn: yes you are...
You kiss his nose and feel his breathing change.
Jensen: so you have a school counselor appointment today?
Yn: ya to discuss my classes and how things are going and see if I've decided on a major or minor or what I'd like to do yet!
Jensen: any other appointments this week?
Yn: not this week, next week I have a Dr appointment. Blood work and stuff.. ya know the family history thing don't want any surprises.
Jensen: totally understandable.
jensen smiled as he went over to his closet and pulled out a long ish short sleeve shirt button up in the front. it was a dark blue color and felt soft to the touch, this was his favorite shirt that he thought would look stunning on you.
jensen: here you go one shirt and ill take you shopping after your appointment with the counselor to get you some clothes to keep here...
yn: no worries, we have plenty of time. now do you want to hit the cafe for breakfast, or do you have other...
you were silenced with a kiss to your lips, jensen pulled back before addressing you again.
jensen: ive got all day with you... tomorrow i do have to attend art class, and meet with the counselor, then i have to go and reshoot some scenes, but thats in the evening...
you kinda squealed happily.
yn: ooo do i get to come with for that?
jensen: 100% do not worry you do not get out of my sight for one singular moment. well except for the counselor appointments and your dr appointment...
yn: and im perfectly okay with that... by the way do you have a brush or comb for my hair please?
after 10 minutes you both were dressed, hair done and such and out of the door. through the campus you both strolled, going through the halls, the students you both passed on campus just stared none of them said anything. for no one really knew what to say...
getting to the cafe you ordered your usual which was a sausage biscuit no egg with cheese. jensen ordered the same thing both of you with a bottle of pepsi each...
that was given to you both in moments, taking it you both go sit on a bench just around the corner from the counselors office, you both ate the sandwiches and drank the pepsi, laughed, talked, made plans for after the meeting, you then kissed jensen got up and went round the corner to the counselors office.
your meeting with the counselor went well, you were given many options for courses for the next term. you were also given your report card a bit early...
you chatted a bit more with her and then said thank you and walked out rounding the corner to see jensen still sitting there. he pulled you in for a kiss and then he smiled, both of you walking through the halls once more to go find the campus strip mall...
jensen proceeded to buy you whatever you wanted. This went on for a bit before Jensen received a phone call for which he placed on speaker.
Jensen: ya
Rob: hey can we do the reshoot tonight instead of tomorrow this way we can film the new scenes asap!
Jensen just stared at you looking for any sign of you not wanting to or what have you.
Jensen: we are on our way down to the studio.
Rob: let me guess a long story?
Jensen: not that long of a story see you guys soon!
You were both in a taxi and taken off campus to the movie studio just 10 blocks away. You take jensens hand and watch the eyes of people around you as you both walk up to the other people you assumed to be Jensens cast mates.
Jensen: everyone this is my girlfriend yn, yn these are well...
Yn: let me guess... I'm gonna say your character names from left to right and you all nod if I get you correct.
You were certain you were gonna have all nods across all the boards.
Yn: Sam, castiel, Bobby, Gabriel, and Chuck...
All nods across the board just like you wanted. You felt the same dark energy that you had just felt last night.
You gripped Jensen tightly as you were greeted by each cast member and given a seat of honor as jensens girlfriend.
Jensen: just keep eyes focused on me... I promise you will see it soon.
You didn't know what to expect but you watched as Jensen was now behind a table and a huge book looked really old and ancient... too old in fact to just be a prop.
Yn: that book... what is it that... oh my God...
You whisper under your breath as Jensen begins to read from the book.
Dean: is everyone ready cause although Rowena gave me the summoning spell for this I'm not so sure this is a good idea.
Sam: dude we don't have a choice like at all... it's this or we never know how to defeat the leviathans.
Bobby: be careful boy, I promised your daddy I'd look after you both and damn it that's exactly what I'm going to do. But this this is not what I promised I'd protect you for.
Castiel: if you like maybe I should.
Dean: alright everyone shut up I'm gonna do this...
Dean/Jensen locks eye contact with you and begins reading the summoning spell.
Dean: hodie colligimus advocare regem inferni , lapsum celi principem , quem Deus omnipotens prae omnibus fouebat o lucifer aureus filius prodire sic ore ad os loquimur In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti . Sancto Spiritui praecipimus tibi (today we gather to summon the king of hell, the fallen prince of heaven, the one whom the almighty set to favor above all others oh lucifer the golden son come forth so we may speak face to face In the name of the father the son and the holy ghost we command thee)
Several flashes of light and the cameras going haywire, the picture once more didn't come clear but you as plain as day saw it... you saw some black smoke go into your boyfriends body.
Jensen fell to the ground again breathing heavily you were by his side in moments. You helped him sit down and then you went to check out the book.
Yn: this was supposed to stay buried, it was never meant to be unleashed. Oh my God what the fuck are these people thinking.
You closed the book, and brought it over to the rest of the crew to explain to them what this book is..
Yn: this book is the last remaining of the 8 arcane texts, 2 were given to the Egyptians, 4 were given to the Israelites, 1 was given to the British, and 1 was said to be lost in the titanic wreckage. This is the one that went down with the titanic. But how did you guys come into possession of it?
Rob: one of our camera crew is a professional deep sea diver he was exploring the titanic wreckage looking for basically buried jewels, he instead found this locked tight in an air tight case, well preserved, and amazed he was, so he thought we could use it on the show.
You simply opened the front cover of the book and laid it flat on the directors table and you borrowed a hair dryer from one of the stylists and began to blow hot air onto the book.
Several names appeared briefly before fading but one name stuck... it was as you feared. This was bad, like worse than waking up in class naked after a werewolf transformation.
Jared: ok I've seen many weird looks today and my best friend collapsed again but the look on your face says that this is not at all a good thing or a normal thing...
Yn: that's cause this is worse than anything the name that hasn't faded is that of Samhain, the very same being who inspired Halloween, it was said that if you didn't cover your face with a mask he would come and steal your soul and scratch out your eyes and such... legend goes that Samhain while alive had come into possession of one of the 8 arcane texts this one in particular with the famousity for its possession, pure dark black magic and preservation spells. That spell that Jensen has been reading the one that keeps glitching out your equipment, is basically opening his body up to constant possession when ever he reads it and eventually it will be Samhain who possesses his body forever. I can't let that happen.
You had to think about this for a moment, for you had limited time before this would become permenant. That's when it hit you.
Yn: I have one of the arcane texts back in my dorm, if I can get a hand getting Jensen there I will be able to make sure that this never ever ever happens to him again. Also my volume has protection charms and spells to ensure that we are all safe. But I can't leave this volume here, so I'm gonna need a tote of some kind to get this book back to my dorm with someone else and Jensen as well. Once there I'll put you guys on video chat so you guys can see what happens.
Rob: Jared should go as for the tote, how bout a backpack?
Yn: perfect, Jared get Jensen meet me outside we leave at once... I'll hail us a cab.
You went out onto the curb and secured the first cab you could find. You told the cab driver to wait a few moments and where he would be taking you guys and paid him in cash in advance.
Jared: alright yn get in first I'll slide Jensen in between us and we will figure the rest out after.
You get into the cab, Jensen is slid toward you and Jared squeezes in and shuts the door. You tell the cab driver to step on it, what was a 20 minute drive there became a 10 minute drive back.
Getting dropped off in front of the dorm entrance, you and Jared strong arm Jensen and the backpack through the halls, to the dorm, you knock and use your key to enter the room.
You lay Jensen on your bed before going to lock your dorm door.
Jared: alright what can I do...
You hand him a cloth and a bowl.
Yn: go into the washroom, fill the bowl with some cold water and dab jensens forehead. We need to try and cool down his body before the possession emerges again.
You feel Jared watching you as you use your powers to encase jensens body in a devils trap, jared just occasionally pats down jays brow trying to keep his temp down.
you mixed concoctions, you chanted a few small sealing spells, you combed through the books, both of them. you were the only one who was actually capable of doing this spell/purification.
you had jared call rob and the rest of the crew on a video call. you however were busy setting up for the spell. you started a short while after.
yn: in nomine dostri jesu, awaken!
you wanted to have a chat with this spirit and jensen's body needed to be awake for this to work. you placed your hand over his body and a anti possession tattoo placed on his chest woke up his possessed body.
Jensen(possessed by spirit): ah so your the bitch this dude has been thinking about these few hours, your also the one who banished me last night...
Yn: yes that's me... but I'm giving you 1 chance to leave willing and never return. Or I will force you to leave painfully and forcefully
Jensen(possessed by samhain): ah so that's what happened to that arcane text.. it's pair... my books pair.
You were now certain this voice, this spirit you had to get the books out of view.
Yn: that's it I am gonna send you back to hell, and I'm gonna also ensure you will never ever be able to rise again.
You took a big breath and using the English of the beginning of the exorcism/banishment you began the spell.
Yn: to this be to thine be mine, in this i pray, oh goddess 3 hear me by thy power seal this evil un thine dark place for all eternity as i banish him now, so mote it be to the goddess i plea; exorcisomus te omnis immunus spiritus omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarri omnis legio omnis congregato insectas diabolicas ergo dracto malidicte eclesium secura tuam facias libertatum te regamous audinos
With that the anti possession symbol burned bright as Samhain was expelled from jensens body. You now held yourself up by the edge of the desk, Sam moved to help you sit down but you motioned for him to stay where he was.
Yn: I'm fine, Jared you should go and come back I'm the morning, by then Jensen should be awake. Umm take my spare key, it's the blue lanyard, it's got my room number on it come back in the morning.
You see Jared out the door but he stops you at the last second and insists on staying on the floor so he can make sure you and Jensen were gonna be okay and plus if your roommate came home someone would have to explain what happened.
You agreed he came back in shut the door locking it behind him you placed both arcane texts on opposite ends of the room in lead and glass confinement and enchanted cases.
You passed out after sending a text to your best friend, snuggled up beside your man. His best friend asleep on the floor, the light turned out and all 3 of you fast asleep.
it was about 8am when your best friend and roommate walked in the room and gasped... startling you and jared...
yn: shh alaina lets talk in the hall... Jared stay with him please.
you get up and step into the hall with your best friend. you knew you had to explain what happened. so thats what you did. the girl who knew everything about you, your obsession of sorts with the paranormal, you told her what happened to jensen, and with jensen the night before last.
alaina: so it finally happened? your no longer a...
yn: shh yes i lost it to jensen that same night. but i also have exorcised this possessing demonic force twice now and placed an enchanted anti possession tattoo on his body so that way this never happens again.
Alaina: do you not realize that this is like huge, so major for us... well more you than me but now we have cause for celebration, that is once your man wakes up. How long has it been...
You had to stiffle the sigh that was about to leave your lips.
Yn: what since I did the spell... about 9 hours but I have to be honest I don't wanna know what would have happened if I didn't have the knowledge that I do.
Alaina: we should get back in there...
You are way ahead of her already re opening your door, only to hear the most beautiful sound in the world to you... the laugh that had made you swoon that previous day.
yn: jensen!
jensen's head snapped towards you and smiled as he sat now on the edge of the bed and opened his arms to you... you gently ran into his embrace sitting on his lap kissing him, it felt normal.
alaina: well this is exactly the kind of happyness that makes me happy that i have class soon... so i have to get ready...
jared: im already to go to class can i walk with you?
alaina: of course let me just change really quick.
alaina takes a dress and stuff into the washroom, you sit nestled into jensen's embrace all cozy and this makes jensen smile wider. jared and Alaina left a bit before you and jensen started chatting about the day and the events to follow in the next weeks.
jensen: i remember blacking out at the studio, but nothing else after that. you were talking about the book... is it really magical?
yn: yes but enough about that right now... we have to be across town in an hour, my therapist appointment got moved up... and i have a doctor appointment in 2 weeks.
jensen: right now i just wanna hold you... and wait therapist?
you nod...
yn: its more of a magics councellor... the school one wasnt helping me when my powers came in, and now im trying to learn how to control and summon my powers. ive been seeing this magics therapist for almost 2 years.
jensen was surprised at how much he had learned about you in the last couple days... you were now getting up going through your wardrobe and trying to decide on the perfect outfit for the day.
you chose a black capri tank top jumpsuit, you felt the soft fabric slide over your body. you were tired, you knew this truth had to come out in order for this relationship with Jensen to work.
Jensen: babe, I wanna learn...
You were shocked, that was not the response you were expecting from Jensen... so you turned to him...
Yn: are you sure you wanna take this path it's a long winding road and it will only get worse as the time goes on...
Jensen: yes...
You waved your hands and put Jensen into a circle of binding.
Yn: Jensen you wish to take on the rights and laws bound by magic are you willing to abide to these laws? Are you also willing to look at me not just as your girlfriend but as your magics teacher as well? If you agree a enchanted ring similar to mine will appear on your finger.
Jensen: I Jensen do agree to all you have asked and am ready to begin the tasks of magic.
the circles flames now burned in a bright green, the ring now on Jensen's finger matched yours exactly. thats when you took his hand and the flames disbursed.
Jensen: awesome!
Yn: I agree now we have to go... time for you to meet Helena...
Jensen: lead the way babe!
About 10 seconds later you conjoured a portal and held jensens hand as you both walked through it.
The way jensens eyes lit up when you both walked through the portal and came out across town was wonderful!
Jensen: your counselor is in an antique shop...
Yn: she runs the antique store down here her counselor practice is in the studio above. As far as I know I'm her only patient. But I'm sure that once she meets you she will happily give me the tools to train you properly.
you were wanting to tell him what he might experience, the illusions he may see but you just figured it would be a surprise. you let jensen walk into the store by himself at first.
you were one of those who could walk in and see the stores true set up... not just that of the illusion set up by Helena. you walk in close behind your boyfriend and his face switched as the illusion set and lifted as quick as it came and left...
jensen: what the hell am i seeing?
helena: its an illusion... its the changing of what you see vs what other people who might walk in see...
yn: exactly. helena im locking the door cause we need to speak in private. without other interuptions.
you put the closed sign up setting it for lunch and for 1hr45min... you go to sit on top of the counter, darkening the shop windows so no one on the outside could see anything.
helena: so yn whose your friend!
yn: this is Jensen he is more than my friend he is my boyfriend! he and i met by chance, and now ive dragged him into my crazy world...
helena: alright lets see what we have here...
helena does a flaming circle around jensen and puts him through the tests, the same beginning trials she put you through... trying to figure out what are his strengths and weak points.
but while your sitting there watching this you get really light headed almost like you are having a dizzy spell.. you were one second sitting on the counter, and the next second you let out a long exhausted sigh and then fall off the counter unconcious.
the last thing you hear is Jensen calling your name... you woke up a few hours later in a hospital room, in a very uncomfortable bed with your boyfriends arms around you.
You stir this startles your boyfriend who places a small yet longing kiss to your forehead.
Jensen: your awake, it's okay baby I'm right here.
Yn: what happened?
Jensen was about to speak when Helena and Dr Michael walked into the room.
Michael: we were hoping you could tell us... nice to see you yn...
Yn: you too doc, but what's happening and why does it feel like I've been hit by a bus... like an enchanted one with spikes and why do I feel nauseous...
Dr michael: well if I may I'd like to shed some light on this... but first Helena and I would like to tell you both something that may shock you both...
Both you and Jensen sit up looking at both Helena and Michael... and it's Helena who speaks next...
Helena: yn, member how when your powers got stronger you felt like something was missing...
You nod at hee to continue
Helena: yn you have a twin brother...
Your jaw dropped to the ground you were shocked and then Helena cleared her throat and continued again...
Helena: I want you to know that this happened while you both were in my shop and Jensen Michael wants a blood sample from you so he can run some tests... but while I was putting Jensen through the trials I saw a discrepancy in his and your bonded lines it glowed bright and beautiful like the first autumn harvest moon of the equinox. So he just wants to run some tests.
Michael takes a vile of blood from Jensen, whose just holding you
Michael: Helena tell her the other set of news after I've run this test... cause its probably gonna cause some hesitation and drama...
Helena simply nods handing you a sandwich and waits for Michael to come back with the test results.
About 10 minutes later Michael comes back with a few more sheets of paper... handing them to Helena first she gasps and squeals slightly...
Yn: what what's the good word? Please tell me it's good... I hate bad news...
Helena: yn, meet your brother Jensen...
Those words immediately made Jensen get up and start pacing... his tone completely changed. Your pulse monitor started increasing you too were also disoriented...
Yn: what the fuck? And I do mean what the actual fuck...
Michael clears his throat and simply hands all the papers regarding the DNA test to you and then Helena hands you a very important sheet...
You take one look at it and your eyes go wide with concern as you slowly pass the page to Jensen...
Jensen who was fuming when he took the page from you now softened his tone as he turned to face the doctor.
Jensen: is this even possible?
Michael: how long have you guys been together?
Yn: I think it's only been a few days close to a week ish... why do you ask...
Michael: just curious how bout an ultra sound and then we will let you both call who you need too and rest...
michael has a nurse wheel in an ultrasound machine. you were a little concerned but kept an open mind. you used your powers to make the bed a little bit more comfortable and a bit bigger to hold you and jensen.
you feel the gel go against your skin, you shiver slightly as you then feel the scope against your stomach. michael turns the screen to face you and Jensen as he move the scope around. after a few moments a blip appears on the screen.
Jensen: doc is that?
michael: it would seem congratulations are in order... from this i would say your about 3 weeks almost a month. i would blame the magic for this one though i think when your powers collided and you guys broke the virginal barriers you guys created life. but your powers seem to have sped it up.
You and jensen sat in silence as the ultrasound was wrapped up and the gel cleaned off your lower abdomen.
Yn: doc, Helena thank you both so much but can we have the room please. We appreciate everything you both have done for us but Jensen and I have some things to figure out.
This was not the kind of news neither you nor Jensen wanted to hear, but you were not in the right state of mind to even speak to anyone except Jensen.
You and jensen watched Helena and Michael leave as they shut the door behind them. This left you and Jensen and the entire room to yourselves.
Jensen comes to sit on the bed beside you.
Jensen: I have an idea of how you are feeling but we need to figure out a few things but I'll start off officially by saying that I do but i don't care that we are siblings, I love you Yn and I will help to raise this kid with you...
You took a glance at your brother/boyfriend, tears whelled in your eyes. Jensen wipes the falling tears from your cheeks.
Yn: but What about...
Jensen: hey its okay, we have lots of time to figure things out. And I guess we have to decide what to tell people.
You yawn and invite your brother/boyfriend to lean back into the bed... his arms around you, the blanket over you both.
Yn: can we figure this out later, like you said we have lots of time. Can we rest and process this... I feel mentally exhausted.
Jensen: im so happy I found you, dear sister...
Yn: me too dear brother. I love you.
Jensen kisses your forehead softly before hearing your soft snores fill the room.
Jensen: I love you too my sweet angel!
~that's all for now folks~
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Wild Hearts (Part 1)
Summary: Y/N tags along to a bonfire on the beach with her brother and his friends. She tries to fit in with them, but winds up finding more of a connection to the guy crashing the party.
Masterlist
Pairing: AU!Dean x reader
Square: Age gap @spnfluffbingo
Meet cute @spnaubingo
“Are you stupid or stupid?”
Word Count: 3,374
Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16, Dean is 20 but closer to 21), underage drinking, mostly implied physical abuse, past injury (bruising/scars), language, slow burn, a little angst, arguing, maybe a little gaslighting, mutual pining, a kiss to the forehead, fluff
A/N: Also written for @spnfluffbingo and @spnaubingo.
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A/N #2: Masterlist summary and warnings have been updated. Please review before reading.
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Your brother grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you back towards the party going on down the beach. "Stop being such a bitc-"
"Ow! Quit it, jerk." You tried to shake your arm from his grasp but his fingers dug in, "You're hurting me."
"Don't be such a baby," he growled, stopping far enough away from the bonfire so the crowd of his friends wouldn't overhear. There was a chill in the air and his friends were gathered closer around the flames now. "I told you, if you wanted to tag along you can't just wander off by yourself. Mom would have my ass if something happened to you on my watch."
"Screw you, I'm not a baby. Let. Go."
He finally did.
"They're all ignoring me. I wanna go home." You said, pointing to the mean girls a ways away.
"Well, I'm not taking you. I'm not ready to leave yet." He said, crossing his arms over his chest with a glare.
You knew it was a mistake taking a ride from him in the first place, but you didn't have your own car. And you failed your driver's test over the last weekend. Fun way to spend your sixteenth birthday, with your brother mocking you the whole way home.
"Then I'll walk or call mom to come get me."
"No, you won't. Unless you want her to know that I was right and you are a baby." He stared you down, "Just have a drink and relax for a bit, maybe it'll loosen you up and people will want to talk to you." He glanced back at the busty blonde he'd been eyeing all night; the girl you knew he came here for. He'd only been following her around like a lost puppy all summer. She waved and gave him a little wink. "Stop being so selfish, Y/N, and maybe we'll get along for once."
"I'm selfish?!" You scoffed, you'd only sat around watching the sunset and shuffling your feet in the sand for the past couple hours while he chatted up said blonde. His friends weren't the only ones excluding you. Not that you wanted to be in on that conversation, but you thought the night was going to go a little different. You thought it would be like the old days when things between you weren't so tense all the time. "Just leave me alone and go drool already."
"And you wonder why I never wanna hang out with you anymore." He snapped and stalked away, throwing his arm over the blonde's shoulders when he reached her. Her eyes gleamed in the firelight and you heard her giggle echo along the shoreline when he tickled her sides.
Everyone liked your brother and you tried to be just like him when you were younger. You were only a year apart but it made a world of difference. You didn't even mind wearing his hand-me-downs until you got to high school and got made fun of for it. But you made your peace with it now, you'd always be more of a tomboy and you couldn't be anyone but yourself. Graphic tees, jeans and sneakers were the epitome of comfort and that's what you wore now while the mean girls had skimpy dresses and tank tops that did nothing against the cold breeze that wafted in from over the open water.
But a drink might help.
The beer cooler was up the beach from the horny seventeen and eighteen-year-olds, but you didn't have to pass them to fish one out from melted ice. You cracked it open and took a sip, souring your face instantly and spitting it out onto the sand.
You heard someone chuckle and whipped around. A tall guy with shadows cast on his face stood a few feet away, watching you. You glanced down to the bottle in your hand, then back at him. He followed your eyes, his expression turning stoic before you could read him.
"What?" You asked.
"It's kind of an acquired taste." He nodded towards the bottle in your hand and you took another sip, choking it down to prove him wrong. He wasn't wrong. Beer was gross. "Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be okay?"
He cocked his head towards your brother who was now chasing the blonde down towards the shoreline. You didn't think they'd go in, since it was nearly winter and the water was freezing this time of year. But he teased her and grabbed her like he was going to drag her out into the icy depths.
"Oh. Yeah, he's just an asshole is all and I needed a drink." You explained, raising the beer to your lips for a third sip.
You wanted him to leave already so you could dump the rest out in the bushes.
"Same," he nodded and chugged the rest of his own beer. "He shouldn't treat you like that, though."
You didn't think he overheard but he'd certainly seen the two of you, "He's my brother, that's what brothers do."
You toyed with the label on your beer, peeling it back from the glass.
"No, it's not."
He stepped forward, setting his empty bottle in the bin next to the cooler. The light of the bonfire catching his features enough for you to finally see him. The first thing you noticed was that he was not a friend of your brother's. He was older, too, though you couldn't tell by how much.
He was a party crasher. Probably here for the free beer.
"Whatever. It's not like he hits me, he just gets mad and pushes me around a little." You said, stepping back a foot when the guy took another step towards you.
"He shouldn't. That's called abuse."
"Not when I do the same to him. Then it's called sibling rivalry."
"I know abuse when I see it." His voice lowered as he shoved his hands in his pockets. His words held a story he wasn't telling and you didn't ask.
You eyed him again. Between the full moon and the light of the fire you noted a few details that jumped out at you. He wasn't bad looking, actually kind of cute. His eyes held a world's worth of emotion as if he vaulted it up inside himself and swallowed the key. Days old bruising covered the left side of his face, particularly around his jaw, cheekbone, and eye. And he intermittently sucked on the split in his bottom lip that had reopened, probably from when he first smiled at you.
"Well, your story isn't mine." You said, having had enough of this stranger who thinks he knows your life at a glance. He sighed and looked away, steeling his jaw and rubbing the back of his neck. Your eyes cast down to his stomach when his shirt lifted and your heart sank at the sight. A thick scar stretched up his torso from his hip and disappeared beneath the dark fabric of his shirt, peeking back out around his collarbone where the neck hole had been worn loose. Someone had hurt him, badly; you thought that must've been why he was so conscious towards abuse. "Sorry, I didn't know-"
"Do you wanna go for a walk?" He asked, meeting your eyes and taking another step forward.
You didn't back away this time, though he was still a good five feet away at least.
"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea, taking off with some judgy guy I just met and wandering down a dark secluded beach alone with him. Real smart. Maybe wait until I've had a couple drinks first, then try again." You rolled your eyes making him laugh silently.
"I don't hurt women. Ever." He said as if it was a law of his own.
"What about men?"
"Depends," he shrugged.
"On?"
"I've never started a fight in my life." He said, answering a question you didn't ask rather than the one you did.
"Somehow I don't believe you." You squinted up at him, trying to read him.
"Then why haven't you walked away yet?" He looked at the party continuing around the bonfire and then back at you. "You don't wanna be here any more than I do, so let me show you something."
"I swear if that something is your-"
He raised his hands from his pockets and smiled, "I promise it's not. You'll like this."
"You get five minutes and I'm counting. Also, I'm a black belt so don't even think about trying anything." You lied, although he didn't strike you as the violent type despite the evidence on his face and stomach.
You scanned the beach for your brother, spotting him still engrossed with the blonde, so you knew he wouldn't notice any time soon if you'd left without causing a scene. You dumped your nearly full beer out onto the sand and set it in the bin with the other empty bottles. Ignoring the knowing smirk from the party crasher as you did so.
"Beer is kind of gross."
"Yeah, it is." He chuckled, "but it's cheap and gets the job done."
"I don't see the appeal," you said, following in stride with him down the beach. The sand beneath your sneakers making it hard to keep up with his long legs. "Can you walk slower?"
"Sorry," he slowed his pace and you easily caught up. "Drink a bit more than a couple of sips next time and you will."
"I'd rather waste the calories on chocolate, thank you."
He laughed silently again and sucked the split in his lip, "What's your name?"
"Uh, Y/N, you?"
"Dean." He smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets again. "So, how come I haven't seen you around here before, Y/N?"
"We just moved here," you said, not wanting to explain how you didn't exactly get out much and explore the town over the summer.
"Then you haven't been to the pier?" He asked, cocking his head towards the end of the beach where you were headed.
It wasn't so much a pier as it was a small row of shops and a parking lot. Some storefronts were still lit up against the darkened sky and a lighthouse sat on the rocks near the shore. The light at the top swung around and around over the jagged rocks reaching into the water.
"Seriously? You wanted to show me a lighthouse? That's not exactly special. Lighthouses are a dime a dozen around here, if you haven't noticed." You said a little disappointed and glancing back at the party.
The bonfire merely a speck amongst the stars along the beach now. If you accounted for the walk back it would definitely stretch over the five minutes you'd promised him and you stopped walking.
Dean noticed when you fell behind and turned to you. He laughed a little and smiled, "That's not where we're going."
He reached out to you and grabbed your hand, tugging you gently until you laughed and skipped a step. He was troubled, that was for sure, but you didn't have a reason not to trust him. Not that trust should be given easily without question; but still, you welcomed the warmth of his hand wrapped around yours as he led you across the parking lot and up to one of the shops.
"Ice cream," you stared up at the sign before Dean pulled you into the store.
"Mhm," he licked his lips, guiding you up to the display of tubs sitting in the freezer and separating you from the older blonde woman behind the counter.
She nodded to Dean like she knew him and he smiled back, "Hey, Donna." She didn't react at all to the bruises on his face and your mind started to wander.
"I was starting to think I wasn't gonna see ya before closing," she said, retying her pink apron as if she was getting ready to close up for the night.
"You know me better than that," he feigned hurt and wrapped an arm over your shoulders, tugging you into his side.
You scanned over the flavours, some so bright you wondered if it was possible to taste a colour. "Isn't it kinda cold for ice cream?"
"Never," Dean shook his head like you'd said something foolish. "These shops are seasonal and it's the last night they're open until they close for the winter. You'll have to wait at least four months before you get this again. And trust me, once you try it, winter will feel like an eternity for your tastebuds."
You smiled, you couldn't argue with that logic, "What flavour should I get?" You asked, assuming he'd probably have tried them all by the looks of it.
"My favourite is the mocha with all the little chocolate pieces. It's basic, I know, but classic." He pointed to a tub filled with dark brown speckled ice cream.
"Two mochas, please." You said.
"Sure thing," Donna said and scooped you out a couple of cups.
Dean gave your shoulder a squeeze before giving you some space to enjoy your ice cream.
He kept eyeing you as you took your first bite, then your second, "And?"
"Okay, you're right. It's fudging amazing! Can we get more?" You asked, glancing back at the shop from where you sat outside on a bench under a streetlamp.
"You still have a whole cup.” He barked out a laugh and you shovelled a few spoonfuls into your mouth.
A chilled throb wracked through your brain and you paused mid-bite to squeeze your eyes shut and fan at your frozen mouth. You pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth and just as the feeling started to ebb away you felt hot, sticky lips lay flush against your forehead. Dean’s hand held the back of your head and you blinked open your eyes, feeling warm and fuzzy.
"Better? My mom used to do that for me when I was a kid. Always seemed to help." He said and tilted his head to the side.
You weren't sure if it was what he did or the shock of the unexpectedness of it, but it dulled the pain. He hadn't backed up an inch and you could see the gold flecks in his green eyes under the streetlamp. Framed by the yellow edges and purple patches of the bruising next to his left eye. His hair was sandy brown and short but still fell over his forehead and brushed the tips of his ears. And freckles speckled across the bridge of his nose on pale skin. He was pretty cute and different from most of the boys you usually met.
You nodded and blushed, sneaking another spoonful of mocha ice cream between your lips. He laughed silently and leaned back, picking back up his own cup of ice cream from the bench next to him and digging in.
"You're strange and kinda wonderful." You said around a bite full, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth when the brain-freeze threatened to come back.
"That's oddly the nicest thing someone's said to me in a very long time." He took a bite and licked his spoon clean.
"That makes me sad."
"Makes me happy," he mumbled and smiled.
"Like I said, strange."
"Because you're so cool and composed, right?" He's teased, pointing with his spoon.
"I'm a delight and you know it. That's why you just had to get me away from all those other guys down on the beach. Before they had the chance to notice too, of course." You joked, brushing your hair back when the breeze carried it away.
"You caught me, I'm a sucker for a girl who tries to bite my head off with one wrong look."
"You make me sound like a praying mantis."
"In that case, I guess I'm safe as long as we don't have sex." You both frowned. "Sorry, that was awkward, I swear it sounded funnier in my head. Because you know they only eat their mate after-uh-mating..." He stuck his spoon in his ice cream and stirred until it was smooth like soup, "What?"
"You're blushing," you said, "it's cute." You liked being able to do that to him. "But you should know I'm sixteen."
"Wait. What?" He looked like you'd just punched him in the gut. "But you were drinking."
"When did you have your first beer?"
He thought to himself for a moment, clearly he had been younger than you; then he abandoned his ice cream on the bench beside him. “What about your friends?”
"Some are eighteen. But most are seventeen, same as my brother, they're his friends." You explained. "Don't ask me how they got the beer." You attempted to lighten the mood but he just stared down at his hands, rubbing at the cuts in his knuckles. "How old are you?"
“Too old for you,” he shook his head and picked at one of the scabs. “Twenty-one in January.”
So essentially there was a five year age gap between you. It wouldn’t be a big deal, if only you were older; but for now it didn’t mean you couldn’t be friends. Your gut twisted at the thought of never seeing him again and you could use a friend; and it looked like he could, too.
Your cell rang and you fished it from your back pocket. Your brother's name sprawled over the screen.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, then answered, "What do you want?"
"Are you stupid or stupid? Where the fuck did you go?!" He shouted and you were sure Dean could hear, so you turned down the volume on your phone.
"For a walk."
"We're leaving."
That meant the blonde was tagging along, either hitching a ride home with you or your brother was just going to drop you off at home before taking her to park somewhere and... -You didn't want to think about it. Your brother, like that. Gross.
"Maybe I don't wanna leave yet. I made a friend." Dean mirrored your smile.
"Find your own way home then..." he grumbled a few choice words and hung up. Asshole.
"Any chance you have a car?" You asked, silencing your phone and shoving it back into your pocket. "I need a ride."
"Uh- no. But I know where we can get one." Dean said as he checked the time on his wrist. You fingered your ice cream and booped him on the nose. "What was that for?" He laughed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
You shrugged, "Just trying to lighten the mood. You look so sad," you raised his chin with your fingers, "Chin up, Dean."
"Did you mean that?" He asked.
You lowered your hand to rest on the bench between you, "Mean what?"
"That we're friends," he asked, chewing on the split in his lip. At this rate you didn't think it would ever heal over. "I mean, that we can be friends."
"Uh-huh, unless you don't wanna be my friend." You nodded and searched his eyes, some kind of hurt flashing through them.
"I think that's all we can be. At least, until you have a couple more birthdays."
Your typical luck, the one guy you could see yourself interested in and he's too old. It was only nearly five years, sure, but you were only sixteen and he'd probably had a lot more experience that you couldn't compare to. But he was cute.
Window shopping couldn't hurt right, until you had the means to buy.
"I can wait," you teased and laughed. "But you look like you could use a friend. And I got your back, since I kind of owe you one for introducing me to this ice cream."
"You don't owe me anything, Y/N."
You shivered when the ice cream was gone and Dean stripped out of his hoodie, draping it over your shoulders as you walked along the side of the road towards his house. He apparently didn't live far away and if his father was home, he could 'borrow' his car to give you a ride. He actually used air quotes when he said borrow though, so you were a little skeptical.
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The Cuddling Scheme
The reader, Team Free Will 2.0, and Charlie have a movie night.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1068
Warnings: none!
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“Y/N, hurry up!” Charlie’s voice bounced off the concrete walls of the bunker. The microwave beeped and you rushed over, quickly pulling out the steaming paper bag.
“Ouch! Fuck!” Your fingertips slightly burned, but you had dealt with worse— much worse.
“Okay! Okay! I’m coming!” You called back, pouring the freshly-made popcorn into a large metal bowl. You grabbed the second bowl that you had made only minutes before from the counter, rushing over to the Dean Cave.
Movie night was long overdue, and tonight was perfect since Charlie was spending a couple of nights at the bunker after a weekend at Comic-Con in Wichita. You were on popcorn duty after an unanimous vote— excluding you— had decided that you made the best popcorn. You only had to make two bags though, as Cas didn’t eat anything and Sam had his bag of kale chips. Charlie wasn’t the biggest popcorn eater, so you figured she’d just eat some of yours if she felt like it.
You smiled at the scene that greeted you as you walked into the Dean Cave. Jack sat in the front on a beanbag that he had claimed as his own. He was laughing as he talked to Cas. The older angel was seated in one of the armchairs that flanked the left of the long couch. He was nursing a beer— his fifth one to be exact— his eyes shining at Jack’s happiness. Dean was talking to Charlie, both sitting on opposite sides of the couch leaving the middle open for you. Sam was sitting on the other armchair, munching away at his kale chips while on his phone, most likely looking for a new case.
“Thank you, Y/N,” Jack said with a smile when you handed him a bowl of popcorn. You returned his smile and settled into your spot, handing the larger bowl of popcorn to Dean so you could adjust the pillow behind your back. He shoved a handful of the buttery treat into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he groaned, “Delicious as always, sweetheart.” He winked at you, causing little, nervous flutters in your stomach. You looked away before he could notice your blush, locking eyes with Charlie.
“Yeah, Y/N,” she said, her eyes filled with mirth, “Delicious.” She gave you a cheesy wink that had you rolling your eyes.
“Shut up,” you muttered, not wanting Dean to catch wind of your conversation. Luckily, he was too preoccupied throwing popcorn at Jack, while the younger angel tried to catch it in his mouth. After several failed attempts— that left several pieces of popcorn scattered around Jack— Dean focused his attention elsewhere, pelting Sam instead.
“Dude,” Sam said, annoyed as he shook a kernel out of his long hair, “Cut it out.”
“Come on Sammy, a little popcorn never hurt anyone. It sure as hell beats those toasted vegetables you’re munching on,” Dean teased.
“They’re called kale chips, Dean,” Sam said, rolling his eyes at his older brother.
“Why don’t we start the movie?” Charlie interrupted before Dean could respond.
The TV— having been long forgotten since they had chosen the movie— had turned off its screen, but one click of the remote had it up and running. You subtly flinched at the creepy doll blankly staring through the screen.
“A horror movie? Really?” You laughed, hoping no one could hear the slight tremble of nerves in your voice. “Our life is one big horror movie. Don’t you want a change for once?”
“Come on, Y/N. It’s just a stupid storyline with stupid writers who think they know what they’re doing. We face the real deal every day,” Dean argued. “Unless… you’re scared?” Your heart raced as you feigned confidence.
“Please, I fight monsters for a living. I’m not scared of a stupid doll.” He smirked.
“It’s settled then. Cas, hit the lights,” Dean responded, relaxing into the back of the couch.
The lights went out, leaving only the TV to illuminate the room. Charlie started the movie while everyone began to settle in. You shifted to your side, swinging your legs into Dean’s open lap, and he automatically placed his hands over them, drawing little circles on your shins. You nestled into the couch, placing the bowl of popcorn on your lap. Dean reached behind him, grabbing two beer bottles from the table. He handed one to you and took a swig out of the other.
It was a typical horror movie filled with blood, gore, and creepy music. Jack was often confused, asking questions like, “If the doll is a cursed object, why don’t they just burn it?” and “Why aren’t they shooting the ghosts with salt rounds?” Every jump scare had you flinching and clinging on to Dean’s arm— not that the older hunter said anything about it. You swore you caught him smirking a couple of times though.
After what seemed like forever, but was really just a couple of hours at most, the movie was over. Sam got up from his chair, and turned on the light, collecting the empty beer bottles littered around the room. Charlie yawned and stretched, before getting up and announcing she was going to bed. Cas and Jack followed, leaving you and Dean alone in the room.
The popcorn was long gone, the empty bowl abandoned on the floor at some point, and you were practically in Dean’s lap. He was holding you as you huddled into his warm, hard chest.
“Sorry,” he whispered, and you looked up at him in confusion.
“Why?” His green eyes met yours, and he gave you a sheepish smile.
“I picked the movie, even though I knew you didn’t like horror movies,” he confessed. “I just wanted to hold you.”
Your eyes narrowed, and you pulled away from his arms. His face fell.
“Sweetheart, I—” You reached behind you for a pillow, and lightly smacked him with it.
“That was for intentionally scaring me,” you told him, before leaning in and kissing his cheek.
“And that?” He muttered, his eyes closed as his cheek tingled from the feeling of your soft lips.
“That was for holding me when I was scared,” you told him, happily, before nestling back into him.
“I’ll hold you forever,” he whispered. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and a light kiss was placed to the top of your head. You sighed, content in his embrace.
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Hold Me
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Summary: You just need to be held for a little.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Squares: Roommates!AU for @spnaubingo // Hurt/Comfort for @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo // Sat on their lap for @spnfluffbingo //
Warnings: Alternative Universe, bad day, crying, fluff, comfort fic
Word Count: 600
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Waking up two hours before the alarm went off meant just one thing, your day was going to be very long and very bad.
Well, it actually went worse than what you had expected.
The only thing you wanted was to get home and curl up in a ball and hide from the outside world.
Sometime later, your phone started to ring, Dean, your roommate, and best friend, was calling you; when you started to live together, you came up with an agreement of texting each other when you were home safely and the other wasn't around. Even though you knew you should've texted him, today was different, you couldn't answer his call, you knew you were going to break down and you didn't want that to happen.
You opened your conversation with Dean and texted "I'm sorry, I can't," hoping he wouldn't insist on the phone call. Luckily for you, he didn't call again but he texted you back, "what is it, sweetheart? Talk to me," it was Dean, you knew this was going to happen.
A few tears slipped down your face while you tried to figure out how to tell him what you needed.
“I’m sorry” you texted again, your vision all blurry because of the tears, “baby, don’t close to me. We will figure this out,” he texted right away. You locked up your phone and let your tears fall, “I just want to be held for a little” you finally said sobbing.
You were so lost in your negative thoughts that you never heard Dean entering the apartment and slipping into the couch with you.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart” he whispered and you finally broke down. Everything has been too much and you couldn’t handle it anymore. Dean moved you to his lap, “Come on, let’s get more comfortable,” Dean said carrying you towards the bedrooms.
At some point, you must’ve cried yourself to sleep, because when you opened your eyes and realized your surroundings, you felt warm, loved, and safe.
You knew Dean was still holding you, the way he engulfed his arms to hold you were unique. The way he hugged you was special, just what you needed. The tears started to fall again, you were overwhelmed, Dean could’ve been anywhere in town at this time, but still, he was here with you, holding you, making you feel safe.
“Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere” he whispered tightening his embrace.
It felt like ages has went by while Dean held you, you weren’t sure how long have you been in Dean’s arms, but you were content, you didn't want it to finish.
“How?” you broke the silence, Dean chuckled, “you told me, sweetheart”. You moved aside a bit to look at his face, your expression showed confusion.
“You accidentally called me and when I picked up the call you said you wanted to be held. I dropped everything and came to you,” he explained.
You sighed, your day had been the worst and longest but Dean was with you, making sure you were fine. You closed your eyes to thank the universe for making you cross paths with him when you felt him kissing your forehead.
“I know it can be hard, but sometimes you need to ask. I would never say no to you.” Your eyes brimmed with tears again, you were very emotional, and the slightest hint of love melted your heart.
“What did I do to deserve you? you asked and he chuckled, “Sometimes I ask myself the same thing” he answered, and kissed your forehead again.
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Training or Soccer, Sam Picks Soccer
@spnfluffbingo square filled: Hurt Playing a Sport
Warnings: none
Pairing: Dean & Sam (Not wincest)
Word Count: 959
Dean sat in the parking lot of the middle school, the sun starting to set leaving the lot bathed in a soft glow. His hands tapped to the rhythm of the Led Zeppelin song playing in the background. He couldn’t help but think to himself how much happier Sam seemed since joining the soccer team. It had been a hard fought battle, one that almost reached explosive levels between Sam and their father. If Dean hadn’t stepped in it might have even progressed to blows. Luckily, Dean was able to reason with his dad that soccer would keep Sam’s fitness up and work the strategy part of Sam’s brain. Dean was pretty sure that was the only reason that John had caved; it would help with hunts.
With that said, he left strict instructions with Dean that Sam was to spend his Saturday afternoons (because Sam had practice and some games on Saturday mornings) were to be spent practicing with the crossbow. Unfortunately one the more recent hunts required the use of one and Sam fumbled it causing his dad to be extremely upset and harp on practicing those skills specifically. John expected nothing less than perfection. Dean understood since hunting was not something to be lax with, but he was frequently way too harsh on Sam in his opinion.
Luckily for Sam (and Dean realistically), John had taken a string of hunts with Caleb and left the boys for several weeks. John was due to return in a week, but the boys knew that could be extended yet again in an instant. John had left enough money for Dean to find a job that didn’t care about past experience (or lack of proof of) so long as he got the work done.
Dean was shaken out of his thoughts as he saw a shaggy-headed lanky teenager emerge from the building. The first thing that Dean noticed was Sam walking funny. The second thing he noticed was that Sam was trying to cover up the awkward gait. Dean sighed, he had a good idea of how the night would progress and just how much angst he was going to get from the stubborn kid.
“Hey kiddo, how was practice”
“It was fine.”
“Just fine?”
“Yeah”
“Alright, let’s go scrounge up some grub and head to bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow. After your practice we gotta go work on some more bowhunting.”
Sam sighed “More? Haven’t I improved a ton over the last few weeks? I can handle my own, Dean.”
“I know you can Sammy. But dad left strict instructions. Besides, nothing wrong with extra practice. We can always get better.”
Sam grumbled something under his breath that sounded quite derogatory towards their father to Dean. “What was that?” he asked
“Nothing. Let’s just go home. I want to get as much sleep as possible tonight.”
“Sure thing, Sammy.”
Neither boy spoke for the remainder of the drive. Sam stared out the open window, enjoying the breeze that passed across his face and through his hair. Dean sang softly and tapped to the beat on the steering wheel. Both boys seemed quite content with the world in those few moments.
When the sleek black car pulled up in front of the motel door, Sam grimaced. It was easy to pretend his ankle wasn’t on fire when he wasn’t putting any weight on it. Now he was gonna have to walk into the motel room with his brother, and he wasn’t sure how he was gonna pull off the non-injury. Sam only lasted a few steps, before making a soft whine. His ankle felt way more sore walking on it now than it did leaving the school. But Sam was determined. He kept going, flopping down into the first chair he could once inside the room.
“Alright princess, you can give up the act. I know you’re hurting.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Come on Sammy, I’m not an idiot.”
Sam sighed again and rubbed his hand down his face. He thought he’d at least be able to pull it off until morning. “Alright fine, I twisted my ankle pretty good while doing some drills at the end of practice.”
“Yeah, I figured as much. Let me see.”
Dean knelt down in front of his brother and carefully untied his shoe and pulled off the sock underneath. Sam was always struck with just how gentle his brother could be. His brother was such a dichotomy, gentle and caring older brother opposite of a lethal killer when hunting the things that go bump in the night.
“It looks pretty swollen. I’ll get it wrapped up nice and tight and we’ll get you horizontal on the bed over there. Get some pillows under it and some ibuprofen into you.”
“I don’t need any pain meds, Dean. It’s really not that bad, especially when I’m resting it.”
“It’ll help with the swelling too, Sam. Between the ibuprofen, elevation, ice and wrapping it, you’ll be like new in no time.”
“Like before dad gets home in no time?” Sam asked, his lip caught in between his teeth in nervousness.
“Probably.”
Sam continued to fret thinking about his father’s reaction to an injury from an activity he didn’t want him doing in the first place.
“Don’t worry about him Sam, I’ll take care of it if he’s back before you heal up.”
“Thanks, Dean.” Sam said. Dean watched as he visibly relaxed knowing that his big brother was looking out for him.
Dean gave Sam a noogie on the head. It was the easiest way for him to show his love for his little brother without inducing a chick flick moment. Because you know the rules, no chick flick moments allowed.
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Her big bear - Kinktober 15
Summary: The alpha moving in next door catches your attention.
Square 15 filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Size Kink
Square 14 filled for @anyfandomaubingo: High School AU
Square 11 filled for @spnabobingo : Anise/Honeysuckle/Lavender
Square 18 filled for @spnfluffbingo: Highschool teacher au
Square 23 filled for @spnaubingo (expired): Omega!Dean
Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
Kink: Size kink
Rating: Mature
Warnings: angst, unrequited feelings, a/b/o, scenting, light making out, fluff, implied smut, implied claiming
A/N: This is one of the few flufftober fics I wrote for Kinktober to make sure everyone enjoys kinktober/flufftober.
Words: 1,3k
Kinktober 2022
AFG AU BINGO masterlist
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He’s so tall. He’s huge. He’s got even bigger hands. He’s all you ever dreamed of and more.
Sadly, the alpha of your dreams is flirting with some other girl.
“Heya sweetheart,” his brother says, eagerly hugging you. “Are you enjoying yourself? We did good, right?”
“It’s a great party,” you reply with a smile. The brothers moved to town some weeks ago and invited the neighbors over for a welcome party. “Thanks for inviting me, Mr. Winchester.”
“I told you to call me Dean,” he grins. “Anyone bringing me pie, food and beer can call me Dean. The pie was something else. What did you put inside?”
“My pleasure, Dean. I used anise,” The tall omega chuckles now. “I like to bake and take care of-“ you bite your tongue. “You know, share food and all.”
“It’s quite alright, Y/N. I know that you have a thing for my brother,” you gasp audibly. “He’s a good catch, sweetheart. Trust me. I’m an omega and recognize a good alpha when I see one. And he’s single.”
“Oh, I forgot to ask what you are doing for a living,” you glance at Sam while talking to his elder brother. You try to make small talk, but all of your senses seem to focus on Sam.
“I’m a mechanic, and Sammy over there,” Dean smirks as he points toward his brother is a lawyer. He just opened his own law company. So, if you ever need help with…uh you know. The law. He can help you.”
“That’s nice. I guess.”
“What are you doing for a living, Y/N?” the friendly omega asks. Dean tries to loosen you up a little before he pushes you into his brother’s arms. He already imagines welcoming you to their family.
“I’m a teacher at the local high school. Boring I know,” you lick your lips while watching Sam. “Not like Jess. She’s a creative director and Lisa over there, the one talking to your brother is a yoga instructor and knows everything about workouts and such.”
“Y/N, I will tell you this only once,” the omega lowers his voice, “you need to be a little more forward and aggressive when it comes to courting for an alpha you want. Go over there, and make sure to get my brother’s attention. He loves your scent; he told me so.”
“He likes my scent?”
“Lavender and honeysuckle, right? Samy was telling me he scented you before he saw you. Honeysuckle, heady and nectarous, and lavender, a pleasant smell that is floral and herbal at the same time according to my brother.”
“He scented me,” you mumble. “Sam scented me.”
“Yes. Now go over there and make your claim on my brother known.”
Dean smirks. You sigh.
There is no way that a tall and handsome alpha like Sam would ever want to claim someone plain and boring like you. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you lie as Dean looks at you, brows furrowed. “I totally forgot about the time. I need to have a look at my students' homework and there are a few emails I need to answer.”
“Don’t just leave. At least say goodbye to my brother if you are too chicken to get what you want.”
“I-“
You sigh again.
“Sammy is a nice guy. I know the beard and his size can be intimidating, but you don’t have to be afraid of my brother.”
You gasp.
“Dean, I’m not scared of Sam. I just don’t know how to talk to him.”
“You talked to me the whole time.”
“That’s…you are not him,” Dean chuckles as you try to explain how you feel about his younger brother. “Don’t get me wrong. You are a nice guy but he’s just…so perfect, and tall.”
“Sammy is not perfect. He’s smart, kind, and yes, tall. But you are special too. Go and talk to him. If only to say goodnight.”
You take a deep breath. “I can do this.”
“That’s the spirit, sweetheart.”
While you slowly make your way toward Sam, Dean secretly cheers for you and his brother. It’s been a while since Sam wanted to settle down and find himself an omega. Since he and Amelia broke things up, Sam became a loner.
“Sam, hi,” fuck, you hate the sound of your own voice. Your hands start to sweat, and you don’t know if you can make it out of the house without embarrassing yourself. “It was nice of you to invite me to the party, but I have to go.”
You hold out your hand.
“You want to go?”
“I got some more work to do,” you feel your heartbeat quicken when Sam shakes your hand. “Welcome to the neighborhood again. I hope you like it here.”
“Y/N? Hi, uh…can you open the door? It’s me, Sam from next door,” you slowly blink your eyes open as someone repeatedly rings your doorbell. “Y/N! Omega!”
“What? Who?” rubbing your face with your hand you groan. “Fuck’s sake. Who rings at my door in the middle of the night.”
You turn back around and try to get some sleep.
To hell with whoever tried to disturb your goodnight sleep…
“Morning neighbor,” you wave at Dean as he hurriedly makes his way toward his car. A black Impala he likes to call Baby.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
You snicker as he blows you a kiss. Dean and you feel comfortable around each other, and it shows.
You spent the last few weeks getting to know the cocky omega better.
“Where do you go?”
“My garage.”
“Oh, I just came home from work.”
“Sammy is back in town too,” you stop in your tracks at the news.
At the same time as Dean decided to become your new best friend, Sam left town. Or was it the other way around?
“How was his business trip?”
“Good…it was good.”
“I should head home. Have a great day, Dean.”
Dean doesn’t tell you that Sam had to leave town to sit out his rut. His brother was ready to just pounce on you. Before Sam left, he asked his brother to keep an eye on you...
“You kept me waiting,” you drop your bag and keys as Sam Winchester stands in your living room. He looks you up and down but says nothing else. “I have been waiting for you.”
“Sam? How did you get—Dean,” groaning you realize Dean must’ve given the spare key you handed him to to join you for movie nights, to his brother. “He let you into my house.”
“Y/N, I was worried about you,” the alpha steps closer to tower over you. “Dean said you’ll be at home at seven. Uh-I wanted to cook for us.”
You just stare up at Sam. He’s even taller up close and it makes you feel small and vulnerable. But there is something else. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can already feel the slick run down your thighs. “Sam, I…”
“Do you know how hard it is to me to see and scent you every day and not be able to act on it? I wanted to make you mine for so long,” your throat is suddenly a little too dry. Sam’s scent hits you, and you can only stare up at him as he moves his large hand to cradle your face. “Answer me, omega.”
“No.”
His warm hand on your face makes you whimper. “I will tell you.” He scoops you up in his strong arms to carry you toward the bedroom. “Did you think I missed the way you looked at me?”
Sam presses you against the wall next to your bedroom. His lips claim yours in a heated kiss. You moan, eagerly returning the kiss as Sam starts to grind against your thigh.
“Sam.”
“I waited long enough to make you mine. Dean told me that you want to be mine,” he claims your lips again. A little softer this time. “Do you want me to become your alpha?”
You smirk. “I want you to become my big bear…”
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Bake My Breath Away
Summary: Sam used to have the best bakery in town-- until one day, his brother stops coming to him for pie.
Squares: Bakery Rivalry @spnfluffbingo
Words: 2417
Warnings: Fluff. Hella fluff, Dean being a dork, Sam being adorable, Dean's attempted innuendo, uncle!Sammy
Credits: @fictional-affairs and @huffle-pissed for the betas
A/N: HUGE, HUGE thanks to Kayla for kickstarting this again. I apparently struggle to write fluff as this has been in the works for about 2 months. I do believe that it came out super cute so I hope you enjoy!
Sam Winchester was kneading dough in the back of the shop when the bell atop the door chimed. He stepped out behind the counter and saw his brother walking in. “Hey, Dean,” he called as he turned back to his work.
“Hey, you know there’s a new bakery opening in town?” Dean asked as he rounded the counter, lifting the dome over an apple pie and plating a slice.
“Help yourself, Dean,” Sam sassed as he rolled his eyes. “No, I didn’t know. Where is it?”
“Downtown by the courthouse,” Dean informed around a mouthful of pastry.
“I don’t get much traffic from that area,” Sam shrugged.
“Well, they’re opening in a week. I’ll check it out for you,” Dean said. “Don’t forget that Bobby’s birthday is in a couple of weeks. Cole expects you to be there so plan on closing the shop.”
“Well, if she wants me there, I will be there,” Sam chuckled.
“And if it were just me you’d work?” Dean scoffed, feigning hurt.
“Dude, your wife is TERRIFYING for such a tiny little thing.”
“Yeah, she kinda is, isn’t she?” Dean laughed as he headed for the door. “She’ll text you and harass you but I at least gave you the heads up.” The door chimed again, signaling Dean’s departure, leaving Sam to his work.
Sam was working in the office a week later, just before closing time, when the doorbell chimed again. “Sorry, we’re closing,” he called as he stood from his desk and walked towards the front.
“I just wanted to come see what the place everyone’s talking about is like,” a female voice answered timidly.
Sam stepped out of the office and noticed that she was wearing a shirt with the name of the new bakery in town. “Oh, do you work at The Sweeter Side?”
“Um, not exactly. I’m Y/N, the owner,” she smiled as she extended her hand out to him.
He shook it firmly, a little surprised that she’d be in his bakery, but she’s likely just checking out the competition. “So what can I help you with, Y/N?”
“Like I said, everyone that comes in mentions Sam’s Sweets and I haven’t ever been here. I kinda wanted to see it in person but with the hours, we usually open and close at the same time,” she replied as she released his hand.
“So what does everyone say?” he prodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“That your cakes and cupcakes are the best they’ve ever had,” she stated plainly.
Sam’s cheeks flushed with the praise and a proud smile appeared on his face. “That explains why I always sell out, I guess,” he replied coolly.
“I was hoping that maybe you had a cupcake leftover? I’d love to try them out,” she asked, a flirtatious tone to her voice.
Sam warred with himself about giving her the cupcake; he went back and forth about it being a ploy to copy his recipe and steal his secrets or her genuinely wanting to taste what he had to offer. “Um…” he trailed off, looking at his showcase.
“Oh come on. What’s a bit of friendly competition, anyway?” she teased. “Or are you scared?”
“Honestly,” he chuckled, “I’m a little scared. You could take one bite and absolutely hate it.”
“I could but do I look like the kind of person to be rude about it?” she asked with a genuine smile.
"I don't know. I don't really know you," Sam countered.
"Okay, well, I'm Y/N. I moved to town about six months ago after my asshole ex kicked me out because 'there was nothing between us anymore.' My college best friend lives here and she graciously let me have her spare room as long as I cooked for her," she detailed. "Baking has always been a passion of mine so I planned and plotted and opened the bakery a few weeks ago with my great-grandmother's recipes and the small life insurance policy I had left from my parents death."
Sam considered this for a moment, tipping his head to the side before he stepped over to the counter and picked up the single remaining cupcake, a simple red velvet with a cream cheese frosting, handing it over to her with a smile.
“On the house. As long as you tell me what you think,” he bargained.
“Deal,” she chirped as she reached for the cupcake. She unwrapped it happily, taking a large bite. Her eyes went wide as soon as the frosting hit her tongue, she moaned as the flavors combined while she chewed, her eyes shutting as she savored the flavors.
Sam watched with a smug smirk on his face, ignoring how he wanted to kiss the frosting off of the tip of her nose. He just met her, but he felt a pull, a connection, that he hadn’t felt anywhere else.
Her eyes opened and she took in Sam’s expression, ducking her head and averting her gaze. When she looked back up, Sam’s smile was softer, contented. “What?” she asked, wiping her mouth.
“You have a little something,” Sam said, lifting his finger and cautiously wiping the dollop of frosting off her nose.
“Oh,” she squeaked in surprise as she grabbed a napkin off the nearby table, wiping her nose again to make sure there was nothing left.
“So how is it?” he questioned timidly, his hands tucking into the tiny apron around his waist.
“That is literally the best cupcake I have ever tasted,” she gushed. “No wonder you sell out every day.”
“That’s a fine compliment from another baker,” he replied, his face warming at the praise.
“It’s a good thing I don’t do cakes or cupcakes. I’d never be able to compete with this.” She took another bite of the treat and hummed again.
“So what do you do, then?”
“Croissants, kolaches, and pie,” she replied, “along with a few other pastries. I can never get a cake or cupcake to rise properly. I follow the recipe exactly, brand new ingredients and nothing.” She shrugged and finished off the dessert, crumpling the wrapper with her napkin in her fist.
“Maybe I can help you with that sometime, then. Two heads are better than one to figure that out,” Sam offered.
“We’ll have to see, then,” she smiled before bidding him goodbye and walking out of the door.
The following week, Sam saw a steep decline in pie and pastry product sales. He knew it was because of The Sweeter Side, but he couldn’t hold anything against her. His cupcakes and cakes were still selling out daily. He just adjusted his supply and compensated, still selling out of his popular items.
He had considered closing the shop early several days to go check out her place but ultimately chickened out, coming up with excuses like he should get started on the batter and frosting for tomorrow or that he needed to start working on his closing books for the current month (it’s the eighth).
He was surprised when the door chimed and he saw her walking in, a big smile on her face.
“Hey, Sam!” she greeted as she approached the counter. “Do you have any more of those red velvet cupcakes? I’m…kind of craving one.”
“I have a single one left, actually,” he told her, pulling it out of the case and placing it on a napkin for her. She reached for her wallet until Sam waved it away. “Don’t worry about it.”
“No, Sam, I can’t just take it.”
“Oh, you won’t be,” Sam admitted. “This cupcake comes with stipulations.”
“And those are?” she questioned, her eyebrows raised as she awaited his answer.
“You hang out until closing and let me take you to dinner.” Sam waited with bated breath, his heart pounding as she stood there processing what he said.
“You want to have dinner with me?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “I’ve kind of been wanting to go see you since you left that day.”
Instead of answering, she picked up the cupcake and swiped her finger through the frosting, popping it into her mouth with a smile. She settled into a chair at the tiny table and unwrapped the treat.
Sam returned her smile, a renewed excitement for closing time bubbling in his chest.
Their dinner was perfect. They talked and laughed, enjoying spending time together outside of a bakery. A text came through Sam’s phone and he glanced at it, cringing before locking the screen again. Y/N’s heart fell as she jumped to conclusions about who it could be.
“So, what are you doing this weekend?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Nothing, really,” she shrugged, waiting to see where this was going.
“That was my sister-in-law reminding me about my nephew’s birthday party on Saturday afternoon. Would you be interested in joining me?”
“You want me to meet your family?” she reiterated, her voice an octave higher.
“It’s just my brother and sister-in-law,” he reassured her.
“Yeah, I know, but still. It’s kind of a big deal.”
“It’s really not, trust me. My sister-in-law will keep my brother in check, I promise. I’d just really like to have you join me.”
“Um,” she stuttered, chewing on her lip while she made her decision, “sure. Why not.”
Y/N wiped her hands on her jeans for the fourth time since they climbed out of Sam’s car at his brother’s house.
“Stop worrying,” Sam said as they approached the door, Bobby’s cake balanced in his hand. “They’re going to love you and be on their best behavior.”
“You don’t know that,” she whispered as Sam opened the door without knocking, guiding the two of them into a small foyer then into a cozy kitchen.
“Hey, Sammy,” a deep voice called.
“Hey, Dean,” Sam replied as he stepped into the room.
Y/N stood behind him timidly, hiding behind his large frame until she heard footsteps behind her.
“Sam, who’s this?” a redhead asked as she carried a stack of paper products to the table.
“Cole, Dean, this is Y/N. She owns The Sweeter Side,” he introduced.
“That’s you?!” Dean exclaimed, excitement flooding his face. “You have literally the best pie I have ever tasted!”
“What?” Sam asked as he looked between her and Dean, who at least had the sense to look embarrassed.
“Uh, well, I just, I mean, Cole brought one home from work,” Dean said.
“Don’t you put me in the middle of this,” his wife scolded. “Dean tried a piece one day after work and hasn’t shut up about it since.”
“Thank you?” Y/N replied shyly as she glanced between the brothers.
Sam set down the cake on the counter and did a double take when he saw a box with a familiar logo. “You have one?”
“Uh, well, you see, some people don’t like cake,” Dean tried to explain away, his wife rolling her eyes behind him.
“I had to stop by yesterday and get one so your brother would stop talking to me about it. I mean really,” she sassed, “there’s only so much I can hear about a damn cherry pie.”
“Oh, that’s because there’s a secret ingredient in the cherry pie filling that no one ever expects,” Y/N shrugged quietly. “But now that you mention it, I do remember you from the shop yesterday. How were the cookies?”
“Fantastic,” Cole complimented.
A knock on the door pulled the hostess’s attention and she excused herself to begin greeting the guests.
“Sammy, look, it’s not -”
“Give me a piece,” Sam demanded, folding his arms across his chest.
“That’s my pie!” Dean whined.
“I will replace the slice, just let Sam try some,” Y/N promised with a sigh, the two brothers pouting at one another.
“Fine,” Dean huffed and cut a small piece for Sam, sliding it over with a fork and a glare.
Y/N watched Sam as he took his first bite of pie. His eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, and he chewed slowly as he glanced down at the plate in his hand.
“Uh-huh,” Dean gloated smugly, “you see what I mean now.”
“Holy crap, that’s the best pie I’ve ever put in my mouth,” Sam mumbled.
“I don’t know about all that,” Dean chuckled, “I gotta say that -”
“Uncle Sammy!” a little voice called from behind him.
“Bobby!” Sam replied as he turned around and scooped up the little boy.
“Is this your girlfriend?” the four year old asked bluntly.
Sam and Y/N shared a look, her shrugging with a soft smile at his unasked question.
“Yeah, Bobby, I think it is.”
“Awesome. Can we go play now?”
“Yeah, buddy,” Sam told him, “let’s go see how high you can go on the swings.”
Sam took Bobby outside, leaving Dean and Y/N in the kitchen.
“You know,” Dean started, his voice a little sterner than before, “he’s a good guy. If you hurt him -”
“I don’t plan on hurting him, Dean,” Y/N smiled. “I really like your brother.”
“He really likes you, too. You’re the first person that he’s brought around to meet Bobby,” Dean admitted.
“He’s four and he’s never met one of Sam’s girlfriends?”
“Sam isn’t the type to have a bunch of girlfriends,” Dean explained, “and the one or two that he’s had in the last four years haven’t been around long enough for him to deem worthy. He must really see something in you.”
Dean walked out to the back yard, letting Y/N process her thoughts. As she watched the two brothers playing with the little boy outside, she felt at peace. Like she was where she was supposed to be.
When Sam turned around and smiled at her through the kitchen window, it took her breath away. She decided that she was going to see this through and if it ended badly, well, at least she tried.
She walked out to meet them, quickly becoming the target of the three boys running around the yard until Bobby’s friends started to show up.
Sam drove her back home after the party, their hands brushing against one another’s on the center console. As he walked her to her door, he gathered the courage to take her by the hand and turn her towards him, pulling her close and pressing a soft, passionate kiss to her lips.
When they parted, they both stared at the other with lopsided grins.
“So, girlfriend, huh?” she teased as she stepped closer to him.
“Please?”
“Absolutely.”
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Stolen knight
Title: Stolen Knight
A/N: congrats to @supraveng for her 500 followers! Here is story #2 for ya darling! Don't worry this one is actually gonna be better than imagination can run! Enjoy!
Pairing: Jensen x reader
Kink: squirting
Spn fluff: kingdom AU
Tags: masquerade ball semi public sex, fingering in the staircase, squirting in the staircase, prince masquerading as a knight at his own party, arriving at the kingdom to be newly engaged to the prince.
Rating: 18+
Summery: not telling
Mentioning: @spnkinkbingo @supraveng @sweetness47 @spnfluffbingo
Jensen the prince of the Kingdom of Daggerfall, the kingdom was a fair size but nothing compared to that of where you were coming from, you the princess of the Gold Coast a small kingdom full of cut throats and mercenaries and thieves...
It was a desert kingdom not too much for trees or plants or dirt but plenty of sand... one evening your parents were discussing with an emersary from the kingdom of Daggerfall...
Rick: and so the kingdom of Daggerfall would at the request of our late king that this marriage alliance happen between the princess YN and prince Jensen... any objections?
Your parents shake their heads but before another word is spoken the door is busted down, and a bunch of angry looking men rush in swords drawn and moltov cocktails flying everywhere.
The emissary took hold of you and took you out of the servents passages... down the road to the docks... where a ship lay in wait to take both of you cross the sea...
After a rocky ride and watching helplessly from the boat as your kingdom went up in flames... the emissary just starred at you while he spoke very quietly with the captain...
Captain: do not tell me of such nonsense... this girl travels and stays where you do... no more no less we will arrive when we arrive is that clear....
Rick: crystal clear. Then me and the lady shall retire now... captain.
The emissary comes to you and escorts you to the lower deck to a corner cabin where you were given the bed and the emissary took the chair. Between the rocking of the boat, your tears and the gentle sound of the waves against the boat you fell asleep.
Rick(quietly to self while looking at your sleeping form): sleep while you can milady you will need it's strength for the coming days.
With that last thought out loud the emissary too fell asleep. About 8 hours later you and the emissary were interrupted by a knock on the cabin door.
Rick: yes
Crewmate: sir we are just about to dock in Daggerfall Port...
Rick: thank you we will be up shortly...
You stretched slightly and slowly sat up the sound of footsteps above and bells ringing and people (men specifically) shouting...
Rick: princess how did you sleep?
Yn: my kingdom my parents, it's all gone...
Rick: it's gonna be just fine... the king and queen of Daggerfall have already prepared the marriage contract... all that's left is for you and Jensen to be wed...
Yn: what's the prince like...
Rick: strong willed, handsome, brave
You couldnt help wondering if your parents had survived or if your kingdom would even still exist.
Yn: I can do this right?
Rick: absolutely, now let's get out of this room so you can see your new home...
Yn: yes please.
You followed Rick out of the cabin and up the stairs to the deck. A beautiful busy kingdom now stood before you... to be honest it kinda overwhelmed you...
Rick: princess, welcome to Daggerfall!
You follow the emissary as the ship is tied to the dock, and the ramp is lowered, the emissary escorts you off the ramp and into a carriage.
Rick: when we arrive at the castle I'm sure we can arrange for some new dresses and some riding gear to be...
He stops mid sentence for he realizes your not paying attention... instead he places his hand on your shoulder...
Rick: don't worry milady, you will be happy again, you will be prosperous and we will all be okay, one day soon we will send troops back to your country to rid it of those pesky raiders...
You were in a strange land, your new home... but something felt calm, and peaceful! You just stare out the window... soon a castle stands in your view.
yn: are you sure I'm gonna be happy here?
Rick: yes I am... you are gonna be very happy here. Once you get settled in anyway! But we are here and look at how many people are here to greet you...
You breathed a bit easier seeing all the smiling faces, and once the carriage came to a full stop, you watched the door open and a voice announced in a loud tone..
Yeller: announcing the arrival of Princess YN of the Gold Coast and emissary Rick of Daggerfall.
You let Rick step out of the carriage first knowing you had to compose yourself first. Once fully composed you took Rick's hand and stepped out of the carriage.
With Rick 1 step ahead of you, you both went up to be greeted by the king and queen...
You curtsey and feel the eyes of rhe kingdom on you...
John: yn we are delighted to meet you finally, we have prepared one of our finest rooms for you. Tonight we shall hold a masquerade ball, this ball will serve as the welcoming party, a chance for you all to get to know our honored guest, for in the coming days we shall make an announcement that shall change the course of our great nations forever.
Mary: come my dear you must me tired from your journey, come let's get you cleaned up...
Wow these people were so nice, and this was the first time you were meeting them... you follow the king and queen with Rick behind you a bit into the castle and up a set of stairs to the end of a short ish corridor.
The door opened to reveal a luxurious room full of brand new things jewels, dresses, etc for you...
Yn: is this all mine?
Mary comes up behind you after she has shooed everyone else away... she comes into the room with you and sits on the chaise.
Mary: yes it is... I heard what happened to you, Rick filled me in... as I'm sure he is filling in the king right now... I'm so sorry that this happened to you... but your safe and at the masquerade tonight you will meet our son, and your engagement to him will be announced as well... now do you need help at all or are you ok...
You had to smile, the warmth coming off her so you nodded..
Yn: I could do with the help, these dresses are much different than what I'm used too.
You went then to choose a dress from the selection that laid before you... you were browsing the selection of gowns and remembered that this was a masquerade ball...
Yn: what mask selection is there?
You asked with such curiosity as if in hope of it helping your dress selection choice! Mary goes and opens a box with a few pairs of masks in it...
Mary: which every mask you choose my son, your future husband will wear its pair... it is how he will know how to find you... but once you pick out your masquerade set we will leave it on the bed for you for later closer to the party.
You choose the half full half not mask in silver... it was so shiny... but then sitting on the chair near by in eye shot was a Ball-Gown with a V-neck, Sweep Train, in Satin With Sequins and a Split Front in Fuchsia...
Yn: this one this is the dress for tonight...
Mary: wonderful my dear you are gonna be absolutely stunning at the ball tonight... now what would you like to wear till then...
You went to the bed cause you had seen it a few short moments before... you picked it up and held it against yourself, a simple just above the ankle thin strapped Satin gown in cerulean blue... you also grabbed a pair of comfortable shoes.
Yn: I'd like to wear something simple till the ball tonight... if your okay with that, your majesty...
Mary simply nodded and came round and helped you undo the back of your dress, you used a sheet to cover yourself...
Mary: please my dear you don't need to be frightened... you tremble at my every touch... what troubles you child.
Yn: the maids and ladies who would help me get ready back home would always well... poke fun at how I look... they always suggested that I was well not skinny...
Mary: non sense my dear, you do not need to be ashamed of anything... your perfectly safe here... plus if I know my son and I do, he will not be able to resist you in that dress tonight...
You smile as the queen helps you slide into your simple Satin gown, there was a feeling of comfort and security you felt talking with the queen, it was like bonding with the mother you never got...
You spun round in the dress before sitting in front of the mirror as the queen proceeded to help you braid your hair. Once she was finished she helped you up.
Yn: thank you your majesty!
Mary: please no need to be so formal.
Yn: very well, I'm gonna go for a walk through those roses outside. I love roses.
Mary:of course I'll send Rick when it's time to come back in and get ready for the ball.
you walk through the halls, down the stairs and out to the rose garden, walking passed the troops training, catching glimpses of the men with nice muscles...
what were you thinking you had to get your head out of that gutter... you were about to meet your future husband tonight. you were about to become engaged and you couldnt bare to screw this up now... you had no place to go back to if you did...
yn(to self): ugh, what is wrong with me?
you were now mentally scolding yourself. all because you had looked at one hot guy... well now was the time to sit and smell the flowers, enjoy the daylight, and soak up some rays of sunshine till the ball.. and thats exactly what you did, you sat in the rose garden, closed your eyes and meditated.
you felt so calm, and peaceful, till the sound of voices screaming you were knocked off the bench and flat sideways on the ground your body covered by anothers more muscular more rough.
jensen: are you alright milady?
yn: its yn and yes im okay... thank you...
jensen: im so sorry about that im training new recruits for the palace army.. today is the archery lesson, i told them all to take 5 while i ran over here to save you...
yn: well thank you but umm i have one question, can i get up now?
jensen cleared his throat, as he helped you get back on your feet. you dusted off your dress and then he was suddenly on one knee again.
jensen: forgive me your highness...
you motioned for him to rise as you finished straightening out your dress.
Yn: please no formalities, it's just yn... and you are?
Jensen had to think quickly... he didn't want this to be your first impression of him bumbling and such... but something about you made him feel alive...
Jensen: Jay, I'm a knight in the kings army. Well I'll leave you be, I'm sorry again about tackling you to the ground. Maybe I'll see you around. Yn.
Yn: Jay...
It was the best sight you had ever seen the backside of the man who saved your life... walking away.
You got back into a position once more for meditation, except a bit more out of the training archers view.
A few hours passed, the sunlight sat almost eye level when your name was being yelled from behind you.
Rick: milady it's time to get ready for the masquerade.
You stand and walk back inside with Rick. Feeling the comfort and peace you sought in your afternoon meditation.
In your room, 2 ladies came into the room with a note from the queen... simply saying that you were going to be dressed by these 2 ladies. And that she would see you in the grand hall...
In seconds you were dressed and hair re braided a tiara placed on your head, you were then pointed in the direction of the grand hall.
You were announced by the page at the door. You entered, Mary came over to you and took your hand...
Mary: my dear, you look marvelous.
Yn: thank you, is your son here yet?
Mary shakes her head..
Mary: not yet, why don't you sit by the fire place in comfort while people come in and this way they can speak with you a bit if they wish, away from the crowd.
Yn: of course thank you
*time skip: slowly one by one, minutes passed, people came into the grand hall people bowed before you and the king and queen. Minutes turned into an hour very quickly. This is when the page blew his horn and announced that the musicians should begin to play. First it was a circle dance, then a line dance, but you were watching and waiting for the man who was to be your husband to show himself. But through the vast crowds of people, you couldn't find him, but also everyone was wearing masks so it made it more difficult. About 10 minutes later, a voice popped up from behind you... this is where we go to now*
Jo: excuse me your highness, my name is jo the queen has appointed me to be your lady in waiting.. and I've been tasked with asking you to rendezvous with a mysterious stranger I'm the hallway away from the eyes of the ball... he says that you caught his attention with the shot of an arrow. But he wants you to meet the real him.
You were intrigued... maybe this was your mystery husband to be... you thanked jo and said you would find her later, you excused yourself and stepped into the hallway.
Jensen: pardon me your grace, but I fear I have to explain myself.
You turned to meet the eyes of the man who had saved you earlier the man who had called himself Jay, now standing before you claiming he needs to explain.
Yn: I'm assuming it has to do with how informal our meeting in the gardne was for both of us your highness.
Jensen: I'm Jensen, your future husband to be if you so desire it titled.
You move a bit closer and feel the heat pooling between your legs, Jensen kind of krinkles his nose a bit as he notices something dripping down your leg...
Jensen: yn forgive me but there's something dripping down your leg.
Jensens eyes pierced you like daggers, he had no idea that this moment is one you had wanted since you first met him and didn't know who he was.
Yn: I'm but putty in your hands my lord. Make me squirt my lord, I need relief.
That was all you had to say, Jensen pressed you against the wall and hiked up your skirt and dipped his fingers right into your dripping wet pussy...
Jensen: that's it baby, squirt for me... let me move your pretty dress out of the way... and no one will ever know...
You were so far from being a proper princess, but now being in this darkened corner with your future husband to be was like waking up from a nightmare.
You within 10 minutes more were now squirting all over the floor. Grabbing a set of roses and rubbing a few of the petals on your legs and using a piece of the table fabric to make it look like the vase of flowers spilt on the ground.
You both mask up straighten our and rejoin the party. Walking in arm and arm you both join the waltz... center of the dance floor and enjoying eachothers touch and company.
Mary and John usher for the music to cease about half way into the waltz.
John: may I address the arrival of the princess yn, those who wish to remain for the announcement may but right now I wish to announce the engagement of my son Prince Jensen to the lovely princess YN.
You and Jensen wave and stand in front of the thrones to address the court.
Yn: friends, members of the court, when i arrived this morning, i had just been taken out of my own country due to our home was invaded, i would have been killed if the ambassador for Daggerfall hadnt swept me out through the servants quarters and down to the docks. i came here with nothing. i felt so alone, but i dont anymore. thanks to my fiance Jensen, the love ive felt from his parents and the great many of you that have shown me kindness. so thank you to my loving and adoring Fiance and his family for accepting me as one of their own... long live daggerfall!
the people cheered and the music resumed. the waltz played again from the beginning of the dance. you and jensen went into the centere of the floor. but the allure was still strong, so middle of the dance you and jensen looked at eachother.
jensen: bedchamber?
yn: uh huh!
you feel jensen leave your grasp to go talk to his parents... probably telling them that the two of you needed some peace and quiet. away from the crowd.
jensen comes around you takes you gently and calmish by the arm and leads you up to what you presumed to be his bedchambers. he opened the door but that was it.
your dress undone and on the floor in seconds, jensens shirt and pants on the floor strewn everywhere. you on the bed jensen on top of you gently rubbing against your pussy with his hard cock. in seconds he slides in and makes you scream and moan.
both of you so immeersed in this various positions and feelings that the time escapes you, the evening goes on and you both are lost in eachother feeling nothing but the love of your own hearts.
at the end of the orgasm that befell the both of you.
jensen held you and you both just laughed.
yn: you know this was my first time... and i have to say it feels amazing.
jensen: i hope your pregnant it would force the wedding sooner.
yn: bad boy, this is no way to behave...
jensen: no but it sure is fun!
yn: thank you for being my stolen knight! i love you Jensen!
jensen: your welcome baby, i love you too.
that was the end of the conversation, you both now were just comfortable in eachothers eyes, forms, and arms. so comfortable in fact that you both fell asleep.
~what happened next is a story for another time~
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Sensory Overload
Summary: The reader tells Dean that she's on the spectrum after he finds her hiding out in his room after a hunt.
Requested by @whoooooisthis: "I was wondering if you'd be okay with writing Dean Winchester x autistic reader (with sensory issues, and possibly a hyperfixation on the lore/mythology the boys use to hunt)?"
Pairing: Dean x autistic!reader
Square: Clothes sharing @spnfluffbingo
Dean's Flannel @supernatural-jackles
Word Count: 2,489
Warnings: autistic!reader, autism, mentions/implied hyperfixation, anxiety, separation anxiety, ADHD, sensory issues related to autism, stimming, a little angst, a little pining, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling/kissing, mostly fluff
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I'm really behind on requests. I hope you like it. Also written for @spnfluffbingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo.
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You snuggled more into the comforters, wrapping Dean's pillow tighter around your head to block out the cacophony of sounds in the bunker. The high-pitched buzz of the fluorescent lights in the hallway mixed with the constant droning sound of the ventilation system, but neither compared to the silence of your cell phone.
You called the boys fifteen and a half times in the past hour, but still no answer. You were worried, terrified you missed something in the lore that could've led to their demise, because why else haven't they picked up yet. Dean always called you when they finished a hunt with praises on your research skills, you saved their asses plenty of times without even being in the line of fire.
Your forte was in the books, you knew everything about everything, hunters from all parts of the country looked to you for information on vamps, ghouls, djinns, shifters, ghosts, demons, wendigos... You name it, you knew it, and you loved it, spending your days in the library; but sometimes you got a little lost in it and that's when having the boys around really helped.
Dean especially was great at drawing your focus, usually after he'd just tried a new recipe in the kitchen and needed a taste-tester. You didn't have the heart to tell him that most of his 'masterpieces' were mostly inedible, though he did make incredible chocolate chip cookies and apple pie. He made those most often.
You wondered if you'd ever get to taste those again, if the boys would come walking in that bunker door any time soon, if you missed something in the lore. But you had scanned the pages too many times to have missed anything. Something else must've gone wrong.
You couldn't remember how long ago it was that you curled up in Dean's bed. You weren't supposed to be there, you never crawled into his bed unless he was already in it and you couldn't sleep. You started to cry, not heavily, just one or two tears that escaped as you started to rock back and forth and back-
The lights in the room flicked on. You didn't open your eyes until a pair of strong hands pried yours off the edges of Dean's pillow. You met the gaze of the green eyed man of whom you'd come so accustomed to. You've only lived with them for a year now and your diagnosis had never come up, but you couldn't avoid it now, not anymore. Not that you were avoiding it, it just never came up.
You looked away and sat up in his bed. You glanced around at the state his room was in. Dean liked things tidy and you'd made a mess of it. His clothes were thrown over every square inch of his bedroom floor. You glanced back at him, he looked tired but you didn't think he looked angry.
"Before you say anything, I'm sorry!" You blurted out, wiping your cheeks dry.
"Okay," Dean eyed the mess, "You wanna tell me why you look so guilty?"
"You didn't answer your phone, you always answer your phone. I got worried. I'm sorry." You hugged yourself and squinted at the bright lights, "C-can you turn those off, please?"
Dean nodded and turned on the bedside lamp, then flicked off the switch for the ceiling lights. You started to relax slightly in the more dim setting, especially now that you knew he was okay. You sucked in a slow breath not wanting to completely lose it in front of him. How long have you been there? You didn't know and hugged his pillow to your chest.
"Better?" He asked, you nodded, "Were you asleep?" You shook your head and tugged on the trim of the pillow case, "What's wrong, Y/N?"
"I-I was worried," you said, you knew he was looking at you but you couldn't meet his eyes. "Y-you didn't answer your phone."
"Sammy's phone died and I broke mine," he explained, tossing the two pieces of his cell onto the table next to the lamp. You winced at the clattering sound, he noticed but didn't make a comment. Instead he spoke softer, "And that makes you raid my closet?" He asked, pulling on the hem of your shirt sleeve, but you pulled your hand away and you thought you heard him sigh.
You had changed out of your clothes and into his. A pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and the purple plaid of his that you adored. There was just something about his clothes that calmed you, they weren't itchy or confining like yours were. And they smelt like him, at least the flannel did because he'd worn it briefly before he left. You were a little embarrassed when you saw him notice. But Dean never judged you, you loved that about him.
"I needed something soft and your clothes are softer than mine, and it smells like you. It calms me. I'm sorry."
"It's a bit big on you, isn't it, sweetheart?" He laughed and you frowned, "Hey, that was a joke. Y/N?"
You didn't always get his odd sense of humour, he loved sarcasm but you never really understood it, even if you laughed at a couple of his remarks from time to time. You liked it better when he was blatantly silly and told dad-jokes. That's actually how your friendship started out, with bad jokes, that's how he got you out of your shell. With Sam you bonded over research in the library until you surpassed his knowledge and he couldn't teach you anymore, now it was workout routines and health related stuff like early morning runs or protein shakes. You never told Sam that you'd rather eat one of Dean's masterpieces over those protein shakes. But he did start adding berries to yours which helped.
"Sorry..."
"Don't be sorry, Y/N, you haven't done anything wrong." He said, furrowing his brow.
You flinched when he tried to touch your hand again, so instead he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. You cleared your throat and mirrored him, crossing your arms over the pillow you continued to squish to your chest.
"I'm on the spectrum, Dean." You said, making eye contact for a second and watching his features soften.
"I didn't know," he shook his head and sighed like he should've though. Because you were good friends, best friends; hell, half the time he flirted with you. Hard. That was probably the one thing he made painfully obvious, when he hit on you. But nothing ever came of it. Yet.
"I don't tell many people, at least not until we get to know each other. I'm not embarrassed or anything, it's a part of me and I like who I am. But some days, I just want to be me, you know? Without the label." You explained, shuffling over a bit when Dean sat next to you on the bed.
"I know what you mean, sweetheart," he chewed on his lip for a moment as if contemplating something, "I have ADHD... This is the first time I've told anyone. I won't give Sam the satisfaction of knowing he was right, he's been saying I have it for years and I just know he'll give me that 'I told you so' smirk he likes so much." He laughed and shrugged, "I'll eventually tell him though... One of these days."
"I know."
His eyes widened, "You do?"
"Yeah," you nodded, still tugging on the welt edge of the pillow case.
"How?"
"It's super obvious, Dean. You have way too much energy for someone your age, you're super impulsive, and you're easily distracted." You rambled your observations on his personality from the past year. Those were exactly the things you loved about him though.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that comment about my age." He gave you a pointed stare but you could tell he was teasing because he smiled, "Why'd you tell me now?"
"I've known you for a while now, I trust you won't treat me different. Kinda hard to explain all this too," you said, waving your hand to quickly gesture around the room. You hadn't noticed what you were doing in the moment, but now you realized you'd thrown more than half of his wardrobe onto the floor in your search for his softest clothing.
He shrugged, "Could've just said Cas was here. This is nothing, I've seen him do more damage than this before. I'd have believed it."
You shrugged, "I guess, I'm tired of lying to you, or not telling you the whole truth, especially you."
"You can always tell me the truth, sweetheart, and if I can't relate, I'll try to understand." He said, placing his hand between you like he hoped you'd grab it, "You're not alone, Y/N."
"Thank you," you swallowed, staring at his hand. You wanted to reach out but you couldn't convince your hands to let go of the pillow case.
"No, thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me. I appreciate it and everything you do for us. I honestly think we'd be lost without you. I know I would." He didn't say it in his usual flirting tone, but you knew it wasn't a joke either. There was definitely something more to those four words.
"So, you're not mad about the, y-your room?" You asked, pressing your face into the pillow and side eyeing him.
"No, but I am curious, now that we've brought up this whole honesty thing. What did you think of my last conquest? The bacon corn soufflé, you never did say much." He asked with a raise of his eyebrows and you scrunched up your face, "You know you’re not that great at hiding when you don't like something, why do you think I limit my culinary masterpieces to once a month and instead make cookies and pie mostly now?" He smiled showing off his pearly teeth.
You smiled too, "I could go for some cookies."
"I have half a batch in the freezer, wanna get some with me?"
You shook your head instantly, "It's too loud out there," you motioned to the hallway behind him.
"I have an idea, do you trust me?" He asked and you hesitated but ultimately nodded. Dean pulled open the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, "Can I..?" He gestured as if he was going to put the headphones on you and you let him. It was so quiet and peaceful, you honestly don't know why you didn't think of this sooner.
You saw Dean's lips moving and lifted one side of the headphones, "What?"
"I said," he chuckled softly, "I'm gonna shower real quick and then I'll come get you for cookies and milk, okay?"
"Okay," you agreed and pulled the comforters up, holding them under your chin.
Dean ducked out of the room with a fresh pair of sweats and a tee tucked under his arm. Stopping at the door to glance back at you quickly. You gave him a soft smile and snuggled down into the bed again.
It felt like he was only gone for a second when he returned freshly showered with damp hair and smelling of, lavender? He used your body wash again, that always made you giggle; when tough-guy Dean smelt of pretty purple flowers.
He sat on the bed next to you and you lifted the headphones again, "Snack time?" He asked.
You glanced at the open bedroom door behind him and shook your head, "It's too bright." You let the headphones fall back into place and Dean raised a finger as if he needed a minute and disappeared out the door.
The lights in the hallway dimmed to half their brightness and Dean returned with a grin plastered on his face. He spread out his arms and raised his brows and you found the same smile plastered on your own face as you slid out of bed and followed him into the hall.
Dean left the lights off in the kitchen and grabbed the freezer bag of chocolate chip cookies from the freezer. He split open the bag and dug one out to hand to you, then popped one between his own lips, letting the warmth from his mouth defrost the dough before biting into it.
You sat on the counter and watched Dean move around the kitchen in the dark. He knew it like the back of his hand and in no time at all, there was a glass of milk in his hand and another one next to you. You shared the cookies until there were none and polished off your milk. Dean took the glasses and placed them in the sink before turning to you.
It was a comfortable silence as he stood in front of you but you couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second at a time. Until you caught his top lip and started laughing. You gestured to his milk-moustache and he chuckled by the roll of his shoulders and wiped it away. You wiped your mouth, just in case you had one too. He nodded his head towards the hallway and you followed him back to his room.
You already made up your mind that you were staying with him tonight and since he didn't push you towards your own room, you figured he was fine with that. You crawled into bed and lifted the headphones from your ears. You didn't really want to sleep with them on and you were feeling better now.
Dean grabbed the remote from his bedside table, "What do you say we watch a movie?"
"I don't think I'm up for a movie, De." You said, turning on your side to face him.
"Why not?" He replaced the remote and scooted down in bed next to you. Surprisingly he didn't make any move to touch you after his last few failed attempts and instead propped his head on his hand so he could look down at you comfortably.
"The screen moves too fast and I just need quiet, I still feel on edge a little bit." You explained.
"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked.
"Hold me," you said, suddenly wanting to feel him surrounding you. He shifted closer and pulled you into his arms tentatively, "Tighter." He hugged you more, "Tighter." He squeezed you.
You sighed and nuzzled your face against his chest, feeling everything melt away as you melted into him. He kissed the top of your head with no intention of letting go and gave you another squeeze.
“Thank you,” you mumbled. “Dean? Can we get a dog?" This was an ongoing battle you were determined to win.
He sighed and kissed the top of your head again, "Only if I get to pick the name."
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Drunk Confessions
The reader makes fun, girly drinks for the boys. Chaos ensues.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 582 (she's a smol one!)
Warnings: alcohol (?), fluff, very rushed lol
Square Filled: Feelings Accidentally Revealed @spnfluffbingo
A/N: oh my god hello everyone i am so sorry for the long hiatus/break that i took unexpectedly i missed you all so much and i felt so guilty every day that i didn’t write oops here is a little drabble because i cant bring myself to write more than 2 pages right now, for my 2022 fluff bingo that i am continuing through 2023 (OOPS) i love you all and i hope you enjoy !!!
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You slammed the shot glass on the table as the whiskey burned your throat. Your face wrinkled in disgust.
“Oh, that is just… that’s awful,” you said with a shudder. “You guys like this stuff?”
Sam threw his head back with a laugh while Dean looked at you like you grew two heads.
“What?” You asked, defensively. “Don’t tell me whiskey tastes better than literally any fruity cocktail in existence.”
“Dean is still scarred from the time he drank purple nurples,” Sam smirked.
“What the hell is a purple nurple?”
“Don’t even ask,” Dean groaned, shaking his head. An idea sparked in your head before you could reply, so you curbed your curiosity, formulating a plan instead.
“I’ll be right back,” you announced, as you stood from the wooden chair.
An hour and three drinks later, you were buzzing with alcohol, your body filled with warmth.
“Woah, Sam, are you drunk?” You asked, perplexed. In all of your years with the brothers, you had never seen either of them drunk. Alcohol was like water to them.
“Psh, yeah,” he said, sassily.
“How is that possible? You’re a giant. And you’ve been drinking since you were twelve!”
“‘Cause Sammy only drinks beer, sweetheart. You get three shots of liquor in him, and he’s out for the night,” Dean laughed, but his slightly slurred words and shining green eyes indicated that he, too, was pretty far gone.
“At least I’m not short.” Sam bit back from where he was slouched in an armchair, giving his classic bitch face. "And bossy.” You laughed at his seriousness. He looked over at you and raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing so hard over there, Y/N/N. You’re the one who’s in love with him.” Your jaw dropped at Sam’s bluntness, your eyes quickly darting towards the older, henley-wearing hunter, who was luckily drunk and distracted.
“Shut up, Sam,” you laughed, nervously, hoping Dean was too drunk to hear the tremble in your voice.
“Please. Sound familiar? ‘I would rather stay in Purgatory for a week than spend one more night listening to Dean with another girl,’” Sam said, mocking you in a higher-pitched voice.
“You said you’d never bring that up!” Your face was heated, embarrassment steadily growing inside of you. “And I don’t sound like that!”
“I’m getting another drink,” Sam slurred, getting out of his chair.
You watched with amusement as he stumbled towards the alcohol on the table, carefully sniffing each one, before settling on a fruity cocktail you had finished making just minutes before. You smiled at your small triumph.
You looked over towards Dean again, your heart melting at the bright smile he flashed you.
“Hey,” you murmured once he was close enough. He pulled you into his arms, and you relaxed in his embrace. Drunk Dean was handsy and affectionate, always talking about how good you smelled. You were familiar with Drunk Dean, having met him a few times throughout your years with the brothers.
“If I had known you felt that way, I wouldn’t see all those girls,” he said, quietly. Your heart soared at his words— the words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long now— but you knew that it was wrong for you to ask this of Dean, and you shook your head.
“No I get it, it’s your coping mechanism. You like it,” you argued, albeit weakly.
“No, Y/N. I like you,” Dean insisted, before capturing your lips with his.
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Snowball Attack
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Summary: You ended up getting attacked in the middle of a snowball fight. Leading up to a cute meet with a not-so-stranger from your regular coffee shop.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Prompt: Meet Cute for @holylulusworld‘ Spin The Bottle Challenge
Squares filled: Snowball fight for @spnchristmasbingo // Christmas for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Clothes Sharing for @spnfluffbingo //
Warnings: Fluff, meet cute, Christmas love, cuddling, first kiss
Word Count: 770
A/N: Last day of 2022, last fic of the year. It took me 5 months to start writing again but I hope that 2023 is fill with more inspiration and less writer’s block. Happy New Year!
You woke up in Winter Wonderland. Everything was as white as it ever could be. You were in love.
Christmas morning in Winter Wonderland, your dream came true. Getting up and changing real quick so you could enjoy this before the city woke up and became crazy.
You had crossed the street to avoid some kids that were already playing in the snow, without realizing that there was a snowball fight going on, on the other sidewalk.
You were hit square in the face by not one but several snowballs, the sudden attack made you stumble and fall into a small water pond that was starting to freeze.
“Oh, crap!” someone yelled and came to your rescue
“Shit, shit, shit,” you said, your teeth chattering from the cold
A warm hand grabbed yours and helped you out of the freezing water. When you looked up, you met the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen.
“Are you okay?” this man asked, “Uh yeah, just freezing,” you chuckled but the man didn’t, he just gave you a side smile.
“Here,” he said, removing his jacket and putting it over your shoulders, “I’m Dean,” he added
“Y/N. Thanks” you said smiling. This man, Dean, had the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen, the white of the snow making them look even brighter than they already are.
“This is my house, let me give you a change of clothes so you don’t get hypothermia” Dean offered, still holding your hands
“It’s okay, I’ll walk back home,” you told him
“I insist. I don’t want you to get sick” he added, squeezing your hand, you nodded
Dean intertwined his fingers with yours and took the both of you to his house. It was small, warm with a lit fire and it smelled like sandalwood. It really suited him
“This is a nice place” you commented, Dean directed you inside the house towards the living room where the fire was lit and it was the warmest.
"Stay here, I'll bring you some clothes," he told you before leaving.
After changing into his clothes and putting yours to dry, Dean invited you to a cup of coffee.
"I know you missed your morning coffee," he said and you looked at him surprised; it was a creepy comment but it didn't creep you out.
"I know I sounded like a creep, but I know that you drink coffee around this time because I'm at the coffee shop drinking mine before going to work," he explained and you nodded
You did a bit of research into your brain and you remembered him, he was always sitting two tables from yours, you checked him out a few times, but never had the courage to talk to him, you didn't know he lived a few blocks away from you.
"I kinda remember you. You are always sitting two tables away from mine" you mentioned and he chuckled, noticing a slight blush on his cheeks
"Never had the courage to talk to you" he admitted, "me neither"
The air between you two was tense, would you like to kiss him if he makes the move? Would you accept going out if he asks you out? You really wanted both things to happen, you haven't had this kind of connection with anyone ever, and it just felt right.
You hugged the flannel he gave you and leaned closer to him, you were mere inches away from him, he just needed to move his head to avoid the kiss, but instead, he pressed his lips against yours, pressing his body with yours.
All the cold you were feeling banished away and now you were hot, the sparkles inside your body exploding. He broke the kiss and the both of you blushed profusely.
You wanted to feel those sparkles again. You slowly cradled him and cuddled him. What a bold move, thinking he was going to reject you, you tried to move away, but instead, he tightened the embrace, kissing you again, this time slower, it seemed he wanted to enjoy the moment.
Once you broke apart, you grew shy. You haven't been this bald ever. Dean caressed your back, he was impressed by you; you wished he asked you out, you didn't want this to end here.
"I should go" you mumbled but Dean tightened the embrace even more if that was possible.
"Please, stay. It's freezing outside." You didn't answer, you just cuddled him, pressing your cheek into his chest. "You still owe me my coffee"
"I'll give you all the coffee you want sweetheart," he said, kissing your forehead.
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