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This is so cute 🥺 y'all need to read it

Love Day Surprise

Summary: The reader is bummed out on Valentine’s Day because it’s a reminder of the life she will never have. Dean tries to help her feel better by throwing a Valentine’s Day movie night at the bunker.   

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mild angst, lots of fluff.

Word Count: 2,640+

A/N: Happy Almost Valentine’s Day! If I have time  over the next few weeks, I’ll post some other Valentine’s oneshots about other characters. 

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THIS IS AMAZING

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THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT ALLOWED WHAT THE FUCK

Years In The Making - Ch. Thirteen

Summary: A tale written from three first-person perspectives - Dean, an Alpha who never thought he wanted an Omega; Sam, an Alpha who lost his Omega; and Y/N, the Omega who runs a safe-house for hunters. Their lives are about to change.

Previously on YITM: They’re no closer to waking Y/N and Dean is suffering. Sam and Caitlin’s relationship grows.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!OFC (eventual)

Word Count: 3047

Warnings: A/B/O, angst, drama, pining, complicated pregnancy, c-section, medical trauma

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December

Sam

Returning from the bunker, I was expecting to find the usual morose scene at the hospital. Dean had been slightly more upbeat as of late, but the amount of time he’d been spending with Y/N was increasing, although he was eating more. He showed zero to no interest in hunting, and I’d left on two hunts alone in the last month.

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This.... This physically hurts me

Years In The Making - Ch. Ten

Summary: A tale written from three first-person perspectives - Dean, an Alpha who never thought he wanted an Omega; Sam, an Alpha who lost his Omega; and Y/N, the Omega who runs a safe-house for hunters. Their lives are about to change.

Previously on YITM: Y/N has been moved to a hospital near the bunker so Dean can hunt for Natalia and watch over her. An ultrasound reveals twins.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Caitlin (OFC)

Word Count: 3456

Warnings: A/B/O, angst, drama, pining, sadness, pregnant!reader

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September

Dean

“You should ask her out.” I said quietly, not even looking at Sam across the room. They’d brought in a cot for me, seeing as I’d refused to leave Y/N’s side, except when someone provided me with a lead that might get me Natalia’s head on a platter. Even then, in the last month, it had only been two or three times I’d left, and I’d only go if Charlie or Sam were here to watch over her.

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I absolutely love this story, y'all gotta read it!!

All Along - Masterlist

Summary: You’re just about to graduate, getting away from high school and seeing the world. Most importantly, getting away from Dean Winchester, the sophomore who irritated you like no other… AU All human

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: Approx. 30,000.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut (nothing underage), drama, romance, Lisa-hate, tattooed!Dean, sub!Dean.

Other character appearances: Benny, Castiel, Meg, Charlie, Ruby, Cain (mentioned), John, Sam, Zachariah, Michael, Gabriel, Lisa, Gadreel, Hannah and Andrea.

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I can't handle how much I love ABO fics. Please, do yourself a favor and read this series 🥵

Fate Waiting - Ch. Ten (FIN)

Summary: You and Lizzie did everything together. Eighteen months separated you, Omega sisters, striking out on a road trip across the states to celebrate the end of college. But there are things lurking in the dark that you don’t know about and fate is always on your shoulder.

Pairing: Omega!reader x Alpha!Dean

Word Count: 1942

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut

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Beta’d by the beautiful @winchesterprincessbride​ and @crispychrissy​

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This is absolutely adorable

Knife-throwing Badass

Characters/pairing: Jensen/Reader, Jared, SPN Women Words: 1,386 Warnings: none A/N: (Y/N) (Y/L/N): your name your last name. You are on the show and engaged to Jensen Tags: @autoblocked

“Alright guys. It’s Jensen Ackles, and I’m here with my amazing costar’s Jared Padalecki and the beautiful (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Wait, why am I last? This is my Facebook live.” You mutter, glaring at your fiancé.

“Well, I was saving best for last.” Jensen snickered as Jared gave the screen an eye roll.

“Let’s bicker later lovebirds. We come to you live with a purpose.” Jared grumbles.

“Yes, we do come to you with a greater purpose than the bickering Jack and I do to annoy Jared. This Thursday we are going to be hosting an awesome event, and watch the new episode with our greatest fans.” You giggle and push Jared with your shoulder, letting him wrap an arm around you. Being squashed in the middle of two of the hottest, and two of your favorite men was a miracle.

What had happened to you, that your life had turned out this way? You were one lucky girl.

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Bro this was a wild ass ride from start to finish and Jesus Christ it is one of the best damn ABO series I have ever read

With Wolves- Ch.31

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Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?

A/N: Because this is the last chapter… I’ve made it extra long for you guys :) thank you @crispychrissy & @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me, and all your help throughout the story xx

Warnings: Explicit language. A/B/O dynamics. Time jump. Smut. Kitchen indecencies. Lactation kink. Breeding kink. Heat. Rut. Thigh Riding. Praise kink. Dirty talk. Masturbation. Voyeurism. Threesome. Fingering. Oral (male receiving). Anal fingering. Unprotected sex. Double penetration. Anal. Squirting. Fluff.

Bamby

The roar of the Impala filled your ears, a welcome hum that lightly shook the cabin’s walls. You paused what you were doing, dropping the knife onto the chopping board before turning to move to the front door. Hurried feet stampeded through the house, beating you as two children rushed outside.

Babbling drew your attention down to your seven month old. The smile on your face grew as you bent down to pick her up into your arms before you followed the others, heading out onto the porch. Coming to a stop, you stood and waited as the sleek black car- Dean’s first love- rolled to a stop.

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OW

Habits

Request: I was wondering if you could write a song fic Tove Lo Habits about Dean Winchester I would really appreciate it. Also I love your writing :)                ( @a-classy-broad )

Author’s Note: Okay. I wrote and re-wrote this fic like six times. I tried tying the lyrics into the story and I just couldn’t make it work. But once I started writing this version I couldn’t stop 😂 Enjoy :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: reallyyyyyyyyy long, death of reader, sad!dean, like one or two swear words

I eat my dinner in my bathtub, then I go to sex clubs

Watching freaky people getting it on

It doesn’t make me nervous, if anything, I’m restless

Yeah, I’ve been around and I’ve seen it all

I get home, I got the munchies, binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the tub and I go to sleep

And I drank up all my money, tasting kind of lonely

Things hadn’t been the same without you around. Everyone could feel the shift. But, no one felt it fiercer than Dean. He was lost, and it would be next to impossible to bring him back. 

He tried for months to bring you back. He met with every crossroads demon and every angel. He begged and pleaded for even the smallest chance. But, nothing worked. No one could bring you back. No one would even try. Dean Winchester was all out of second chances.

Dean let the pain swallow him whole. He figured anything would feel better than the numbness your absence caused. He wanted nothing more than a distraction. A distraction from all of the memories, kisses, and touches the two of you shared. A distraction from your glistening eyes and bloody smile. A distraction from the words that echoed in his head constantly, and would haunt him for the rest of his life. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Dean had spent every day since you had left drinking. He rarely ate or slept. And when he did sleep, it was only because he had drunk until he passed out. The bunker was always fully stocked with every alcoholic drink you could think of. And every bartender within a fifty-mile radius of the bunker had a beer waiting on the broken, green-eyed man.

You’re gone and I got to stay

High, all the time, to keep you off my mind

High, all the time, to keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze, tryna forget you, babe, I fall back down

Gotta stay high, all my life to forget I’m missing you

He wasn’t himself. He began taking jobs without Sam. He went in blindly, always blowing caution to the wind. And more often than not, he showed back up to the bunker bloodied and bruised. Dean’s thoughts were clouded with you and his heart ached to avenge your death. His sole purpose was to take out every demon, witch, and monster he caught wind of. The hunting life is what brought him to you. But, it was also the thing that ripped you away from him in an instant.

Sam had seen Dean like this before. Except then, Dean possessed the Mark of Cain. He had seen the same void expression on Dean’s face with every kill. And, he watched helplessly as Dean went to hunt after hunt, injuries piling on top of one another until Dean couldn’t do anything other than rest.  Sam had tried giving him his space and when that didn’t work, he tried sitting him down for a heart to heart.

“Dean, she wouldn’t want this life for you,” Sam’s eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes pleading. You had loved Dean so much. More than anything in the world. And, your heart would break into thousands of pieces if you saw him like this. 

“We don’t know what she would want, Sam. She’s gone,” Dean’s voice was rough and bitter. He knew Sam was only trying to help him. But, he didn’t want to be helped. He wanted you and that was a useless wish. 

Pick up daddies at the playground, how I spend my day time

Loosen up their frown, make ‘em feel alive

Make it fast and greasy, I’m numb and way too easy

When Dean wasn’t drinking or hunting, he was hooking up with random girls. 

It had been eight months when he first tried to move on from you, he kicked the poor woman out not even ten minutes in. That night he laid curled up on the motel mattress, your locket wrapped around his calloused hands. His tears were steady and welcomed.

After that, he would hook up with waitresses from diners, clerks from grocery stores, or even police officers and detectives he met on the job. He needed someone to hold him. Someone to kiss him. He needed someone to need him. And, once the deed was done, the girls were sent packing and never heard from Dean again. While the girls were left daydreaming of Dean, he was busy daydreaming of you. Wishing for nothing more than to hold you one more time.

You’re gone and I got to stay

High, all the time, to keep you off my mind

High, all the time, to keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze, tryna forget you, babe, I fall back down

Gotta stay high, all my life to forget I’m missing you

On the side of a random back road, in the middle of the woods, Dean was laid out on an old tattered blanket. The only sounds belonging to the cold, wet forest were the sound of crickets chirping, and the heart-wrenching sobs that shook Dean’s body.

“I should have protected you, baby,” his words were broken by his ragged breathing. He couldn’t bear the pain of not ever seeing you again. He should have appreciated you more. Loved you harder. His thoughts were spinning around his head and breaking his heart.

“You’re the only one for me, (Y/N),” he ran his hands over his face, desperately trying to clear his vision. He looked up at the sky and focused on the brightest star. He was convinced it was you watching down on him.

After his tears had stopped and his breathing slowed, he let his tired eyes close, “Come back to me.”

Staying in my play pretend where the fun ain’t got no end

Can’t go home alone again, need someone to numb the pain

Staying in my play pretend where the fun ain’t got no end

Can’t go home alone again, need someone to numb the pain

The strip club Dean has stumbled into was crawling with sleazy, dirty men. The entire place smelled of sweat and stale beer, and Dean took a deep breath. Suddenly, Dean felt a pair of hands run up his arms and a body press against his side. “I haven’t seen you here in a while.” Dean grimaced and turned to see the owner of the strip club eyeing him with a smirk on her red lips.

Before he met you, Dean would have loved to have this tall, blonde, beautiful girl hanging on his arm. But, now, it was just a harsh reminder that no one would or could ever replace you.

That night, while the scantily clad stripper put on a show for Dean, he laid with his eyes closed. Every touch he felt from her, he replaced with you. He remembered your silky hair and the feel of your skin. He remembered the way your smile lit up every room, and how your eyes glittered every time you looked at him. He could almost hear your laugh and it sent chills down his spine.

Those thoughts were quickly replaced with the image that plagued his mind constantly. Your eyes were glistening with unshed tears and your teeth were coated in blood. Your hair was matted to your face and neck by the sweat and blood covering your body. One of your hands was grasping his shoulder tightly, while the other cupped his cheek. His tears were falling rapidly onto your shirt and chest. There was blood everywhere. It covered you and Dean and formed a growing puddle around the two of you. He couldn’t stop it. Where was Cas? You were losing too much blood. He could feel your grip on him getting weaker. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Dean shot up in the chair and put his hands out in front of him. “Stop. Stop,” his voice was loud and uncontrollable. He stood up and threw a wad of cash at the embarrassed girl, before quickly leaving the club.

You’re gone and I got to stay

High, all the time, to keep you off my mind

High, all the time, to keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze, tryna forget you, babe, I fall back down

Gotta stay high, all my life to forget I’m missing you

“You’ve gotta talk to me, Dean,” Sam was walking quickly down the hallway to catch up with Dean. “This is the second case this month that you’ve done alone. Look at you! You’re hurt.”

Sam hadn’t been able to get in touch with Dean for two days. And, when Dean had finally shown back up to the bunker, he had a gash over his left eyebrow. His arm was wrapped in white cloth, the blood from his cut seeping through easily. His face was littered with bruises and he had a small limp.

“Not now, Sam,” Dean’s voice was sure and steady as he made his way into the bunker’s library.  He needed information on his new lead. Some hunters he had worked with on a previous case informed him of some mysterious crop circles in Ohio. 

Sam angrily followed Dean into the library and crossed his arms over his chest. “Working all of these cases isn’t going to bring her back.” The words slipped out of his mouth before he had the chance to think about it. 

Dean’s back tensed and he clenched his fists at his sides. He ignored Sam’s statement and sat down in front of the laptop on the desk. Dean was sore and tired, and the last thing he needed was to listen to Sam’s nagging. 

“Dean,” a flutter was heard in the room, and when Dean looked up, Cas was standing next to Sam. With a roll of his eyes, Dean slammed the laptop shut. “You guys wanna have an intervention? You want to talk? How about you shut the hell up and listen,” Dean’s voice was gravelly as he stood up, eyeing the two men. 

“You,” he pointed at Sam. “You were supposed to get her out of here! Those hellhounds were after me!” Dean was yelling. His booming, thick voice made Sam flinch. “If you had done your job, she would be here right now!” 

Sam’s heart felt like it was cracking and crumbling with every word Dean spoke. He laid awake almost every night, thinking and re-thinking everything he could have done differently. Dean was right. Sam was the reason you were gone.

 “(Y/N), we have to leave now,” Sam was panicked. His eyes were darting in every direction and sweat was beading on his forehead. You didn’t care. You didn’t care if a hellhound swallowed you up now. You needed to find Dean.

“‘I can’t believe you were going to let him go through with this,” you shook your head as you pushed past Sam. He tried to reach for you, but you shrugged him off. “He can’t fight them off by himself, Sam!”

You broke out into a sprint when you heard a crash coming from the central room in the bunker. The hallways seemed so much longer than they were. You pushed your legs to go faster until you saw Dean. He had a cut that reached from his kneecap to his ankle. Your gasp caught Dean’s attention and he felt his entire body freeze. 

His eyes were instantly filled with a hundred emotions. Worry. Sadness. Fear. Anger. Desperation. Love. The list could go on forever. 

Dean’s distracted gaze gave the hellhounds an advantage. They launched themselves at Dean, knocking him to the ground. You felt your vision become cloudy with tears and you let out a shrill scream. You needed to get them away from Dean. 

Sam came running in behind you, carrying an iron bar and a gun. He shoved the gun towards you and you took it. You tried to calm your breathing and your hands before pulling the trigger. 

Just as you felt confident enough to shoot, you were shoved to the ground. You felt like the weight of a car was lying on top of you. Then you felt it. A tear from the top of your thigh to your kneecap. Blood was flowing out of the cut in steady pools. You felt another tear on your shoulder. Then stomach. Then nothing. You couldn’t tell if you were numb, or if the boys had killed the hounds.

Your eyes were filled with unshed tears when Dean pulled you into his lap. You couldn’t feel it, but you could see him. He was beautiful. His eyes were bloodshot and tears were falling from his eyes freely. He was screaming at Sam. Or, maybe Cas. You weren’t sure. You reached for his shoulder, then his cheek. You could stare at him all day. You couldn’t wait to marry him and get away from this life. He deserved to get away.

“I’m sorry, baby.” 

Cas finally cut in on Dean’s rant. “He did everything he could. (Y/N) was going to do what she nee-,” Cas was cut off by Dean’s hands shoving him backward. 

“You don’t get to talk about her!” Dean was barely holding it together. His nails were digging crescent-shaped marks on his palms. 

“Where were you, Cas,” his verbal attack was brutal and relentless. “You could have saved her! You could have healed her, you bastard!” 

Cas’s mouth shut quickly and he stayed quiet. Dean’s breathing was ragged and he ran his hands over his face. “She’s never coming back.”

The room was silent other than Dean’s loud breathing. In a rush of anger, Dean knocked a stack of books off of the table. “My girl is NEVER coming back.  I don’t want to hear any more from either of you. This is who I am now.”

“I died when she did.”

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Family Don’t End in Blood

Characters/Pairing: Jensen X Reader, SPN Cast members mentioned, Oliver (OMC) Words: 3,380 Warnings: swearing, character death, hit and run resulting in death, negative body image A/N: You are an author and married to Jensen. Tagging: @autoblocked

“Come on, come to bed with me. Please?” Jensen groans, leaning in to your office.

“Just one more paragraph baby,” you turn from your laptop and smile at him as you continue to type effortlessly.

“You’ve been saying that the last like five hours. I’m feeling a little neglected.”

“Aren’t we being a little over exaggerative?” you shake your head at both your husband and your thought.

“Okay, fine. Like two hours. I’ve been lonely for two hours.” He replies.

You groan and look down to the keys, noticing that you had messed up about three of your five sentences. “I’m sorry baby. It’s just that this stupid chapter isn’t going to write itself.”

“I know, and I’m not going to be able to sleep until you are in bed gorgeous. And I have panels tomorrow. It’s the most important part of the convention.”

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Update on WIP'S

Hey sissies 🤪🤪 guess who just graduated highschool!! That's right, it's me beech! Anyways, that just means I have all the time in the world to write again, which I'm exceedingly grateful for. I'm not lying when I say I wrote the second chapter for Alone and scrapped it 3 different times. I promise it'll be out by Friday night, and thank you all for having patience with me ❤❤ love y'all the most

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Alone part 2 please?:)

Shit I'm the absolute WORST at updating 😂 but just so you know, next chapter will be out in 2 days. Sorry to keep y'all waiting ❤❤

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Uh oh that sam part had some warning bells

The You I Never Knew - Part 2

Summary: Dean and the reader reveal more of themselves to each other as they continue to explore what exists between them.

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam

Word Count: 2186

Warnings: Oral (female receiving)

A/N: This series was inspired by a Dream @thisismysecrethappyplace had and shared with me. She has been my Beta through this process. Thank you Ally!

Looking in the mirror, I remembered why I always tried to avoid crying. It wasn’t just that it made me feel open, raw, and unprotected from the additional hurts the world might choose to throw my way. Looking at my reflection made me feel even worse than I already did. That’s why I kept my invisible armor on. Pouring out all that emotion and feeling so vulnerable scared me. It was too late now though; I’d done it, and my eyes certainly showed the evidence that I had.

I wanted nothing more than to retreat to my room and stay there the rest of the day. But for all I knew, Dean was still in my bed with no clothes on. Sure, part of me wanted to crawl right back into that bed with him. Part of me wanted to run my fingers through his hair and over his body taking the time to memorize every inch of it. It would be nice to lie in bed with him and share sweet, lazy kisses. But that was what couples did.

We weren’t a couple. What we were was two friends that had a drunken one night stand that was probably going to turn into something awkward now. I grasped the sides of the sink and closed my eyes. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes, stood up straight, and reached for my makeup bag. I needed concealer. At least I could look like I was okay so Dean wouldn’t feel guilty on top of the regret and embarrassment he was sure to feel about what happened.

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The You I Never Knew-Part 1

Summary: Dean opens up to the reader and connects with her in a way she never thought possible.

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam mentioned

Word Count: 1796

Warnings: Oral (female receiving; fingering)

A/N: I’m writing a series y’all! Why is this important? I’ve never finished one before though I’ve started a few. This is the one. It’s inspired by a dream @thisismysecrethappyplace had and shared with me. Thank you, Ally! She is my beta/cheerleader to see me through this thing. Then I’ll go back and give those other babies the completion they deserve! 🙂

The bunker was home. I couldn’t have asked for a better one even if it was unconventional. I took to it immediately. The place was full of books, ancient artifacts, and some rooms that still remained unexplored. My love of books and archiving the contents of the bunker made me perfect for research.

I loved living with Sam and Dean. Growing up I hadn’t had much stability in my life. My parents had died in a car accident when I was five, and I’d been bounced from one relative to another until I was eighteen. Then I struck out on my own.

Those first few years I spent trying to establish a life for myself were lonely. I found a job as a waitress. It was pretty dead end, but it paid the bills. That diner where I worked was the place I met Sam and Dean. They stayed in town for a few days. When they left, I was in the backseat of the Impala leaving with them. 

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Is part 2 of Alone coming up soon?:)

Im slowly but surely working on it 🙆‍♀ I have a 4 day weekend coming up so it should be out by Sunday at very latest!

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Ohio and Iowa are definitively the worst states, honestly.

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I hope all of yall find $20 on the ground tomorrow.

And I mean that.