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Wayward Huntress; chapter 13

Summary: Finally back, Y/N has to face reality. A little family reunion is imposed by Sam and Dean, they wanna know what happened down there, in Hell.

You could hear the brothers chatting away with another person as you gently open your eyelids. A female voice?

“Yeah… she’s not gonna enjoy this…”

“I know man, but we gotta be sure…”

You looked around in the dark to finally realize that you were lying on your bed. You did not know it was how long you had been sleeping, but according to how all your limbs were numb you could roughly deduce that it was more than 24 hours. The gap in your open door suddenly widened and let in the corridor light that made you blink frantically as your eyes tried to get used to the sun gradually.

“Hey there, sleepy-head” Dean entered your room and sat on the end of your bed. “Thought I heard the bed creaking, looks like I was right.” he scoffed.

“How long have I been K.O ?” you mumbled through your sticky crusted lips as you tried to shield your eyes from the light which automatically made the elder Winchester chuckled. “Ehhh, well… We’re still in 2018, which is good news…” you rolled your eyes in annoyance and closed your eyes once again. “Alright, Y/N, I’m sorry in advance but…..”

**Splash**

“WINCHESTER, WHAT IN THE FUCK?!”

You sat down straight in bed as lukewarm water pearled all over your face. You frantically swiped it away and threw Dean a death stare.

“What was that for?!”

“Sorry sweetheart, it had to be done…” Dean gave you an apologetic smile as he put away his flask of holy water back in his pocket. “Well, since now we know for sure you’re not one of them, we gotta have a chat, Y/N. There’s a lot of stuff that you have to explain to us, and so do we. Take your time, go shower, we’ll wait for you in the kitchen.” he gently patted your shoulder as he got up.

As he was getting out of your room, something in your mind kept tormenting you. You had to ask. “Dean…”

He instantly turned around, like if he knew you’d call for him as he apprehended it. The look on his face was terrible news, and you didn’t like it at all. You could feel your beating heart stammering inside your chest.

“He’s not here, Y/N… and we have no idea where he is.”

And now, all of a sudden, the drum inside you died, and you had the feeling that your heart fell in your stomach when the confusion and the pain made you feel nauseous. You did not notice that Dean was still standing in the doorway, not knowing what to say to ease your pain.

“You should try to call him… If by any chance he ever picks up his damn phone, it’s going to be for you…”

—-

It took you a good 10 minutes to get out of bed. It’s as if the world around you had collapsed. You had so dreamed, and so glorified the fateful moment where you could finally after all this time, finally embrace those fleshy chapped lips of his. To lose you in the ocean of his so captivating eyes. To breathe the scent of freshness and feel the heart of his vessel pounding hard against his ribs whenever you lay your head on his chest.

*Castiel… Where are you…?*

Cleansing the dirt and dried blood from your body was like a gift from heaven. After all these weeks of being chased through most of Kansas, a bit of rest was well deserved. You felt much better already after this invigorating shower. You walked promptly in the hallway that separates the bathroom to your room only dressed with a bath towel, fearing to cross someone else’s path. You had none yet to find some clean clothes since your place has been completely robbed of all your personal effects. Probably the same jerks that wanted everyone to believe you had left on your own. As you turn the last corner, you heard Dean’s voice coming out from his bedroom, seemed like he was on the phone. You could not resist the temptation to eavesdrop, perhaps he had news from Cas?

“Dammit, Cas. Are you ever going to pick up your damn phone?… Listen, I need your help on that, I’m not a fan of Sam’s idea, I just… I don’t trust them… Also, I thought you would like to know that all of this was a misunderstanding and since she’s back maybe uhm, come back here or… I don’t know… Call her?” Dean paused as he heavily sighed. “She needs you, man. She’s been through a lot and, trust me, I know what I’m talking about. Hell fucks you up, big time.”

You slowly walked pass his bedroom as you heard movement in his room. So, Dean was telling the truth, they really had no idea where Cas was or what he has been doing. When you finally made it back to your room, you hurried yourself to find something to wear. You couldn’t wait to find out more about what happened while you were gone. And also, whatever Sam’s plan Dean was referring to. You pulled every single drawer opened, but none of them had any of your clothes in it, till you finally opened the drawer of your bedside table. Your heart ached as you unfolded the white dressed shirt, which was probably 2 times bigger than you. Castiel had let you sleep in his shirt one time, and you never gave it back to him, keeping it right next to your bed so you could always have a part of him next to you while he was gone.

You put on his shirt although it broke your heart and slipped in the same shorts you had woken up with, which appeared to be Dean’s and quickly left your room, heading to the kitchen.

You were greeted by Sam’s warmhearted smile while he gave you a cup of coffee. “ I hope you had a good rest, Y/N.” he demonstrated the table where a box of donuts had been placed.

“Oh, donuts!” you quickly grabbed your favorite one and took an enormous bite. “Wats th�� casion?” you asked while munching. Sam sat down next to you while laughing.

“Nothing’s change with your appetite, huh?” he teased you, but you couldn’t care less. You were starving, already aiming towards your next victim. Sam glanced at you as if you were surreal. You had been in Hell for so long and yet, you did not show any signs of emotional distress nor having excessive arguments with Dean, which you used to be a real champion at.

“Stop looking at me like that, Sammy.” you jokingly poke him on the side with your elbow. “You gonna make me blush!”

“Awww, is Sam causing you any trouble, Y/N?” the same female voice you previously heard suddenly resounded from behind you. You crane your neck to see to whom that voice belongs to and immediately recognized Mary Winchester.

“Oh, hey Mary!” you greeted her as you gulped the last bite of donuts. She smiled at you, glad that you remembered her.

Dean was following her not far behind, and he looked downright pissed. They both sat down in front of Sam and you. Dean was avoiding eye contact with his brother too, which you found really odd.

“So, Y/N…” Sam started, but you could feel he was hesitating as he scratched his voice. “Do you remember any of what happened?”

Mary was staring reluctantly at you, and Dean finally showed some interests as he finally stopped glaring at the wall.

“Long story short, demons knocked me out, and I woke up in a cage downstairs.” you brought your cup of coffee to your lips and took a sip, nonchalant. You internally laughed as they were all on the edge of their seats.

Dean was the one who broke the silence. “ And…?”

“And I met Lucifer. And he killed me. Killed me 100 times, approximately. The same Lucifer who’s supposedly back in the cage.” you chuckled. “You guys, had been fooled by Crowley, once again. Lucifer isn’t in the cage, I was. I think Crowley found a way to keep him under control, but God knows how long till he finds out a way to escape. He has demons working under his orders.”

“Wait wait wait, you mean Lucifer is free?” Mary stopped you while glancing at her sons.

“No, but about to be. Lucifer had been playing with me while Crowley had his back turned, he wanted me to give up to him. To allow him to remold me by developing my powers and working with him. Well, for him.”

“Did he mention why, why he wanted you to work for him?” Sam asked, worried.

“For his son… I think. He kept sending demons on earth to look for his son. I don’t know how I would’ve been of any help, but that’s the only thing I can think of.”

The silence was installed in the room for a long minute as everyone was trying to digest the news. Once again, Dean was the first one to speak up.

“How did you escape?”

You weren’t ready to answer that. In fact, you don’t even know what the fuck happened down there. Everyone’s eyes were on you, waiting for your explanation.

‘’I uh…’’ you couldn’t manage to look at them, too scared of their reaction, so you looked down at the table while you played with the handle of your cup. ‘’After a while of being… you know, tortured, I kinda woke up…’’ You quickly glanced at them to see if anyone would say something, but they were all waiting for more. ‘’Something, changed… I felt, mighty. And, this…unquenchable thirst for vengeance just overwhelmed me. So… I’ve waited… Waited until one of those black-eyed sons of a bitch came to get me and…’’

The porcelain handle broke in your hand as you squeezed it too hard as you let the emotions engulf you for a brief moment.

‘’You killed them…’’ Dean finished your sentence as if he read your mind and you merely nodded. “Y/N, from what I saw back at that bar, I think it’s safe to say that, somehow, you developed your powers.”

You peered through Dean’s forests eyes. His eyes demonstrated something but, you couldn’t quite put your finger on whatever it was. Was it, fear? What can he possibly be afraid of?

“Y/N/N, we would like to help you.” Sam’s large hand rested above yours to pique your interest. “But we don’t have any kind of information about your powers…”

“And that’s why I’m here.” Mary, who had remained quiet until then, intervened. “The British Men of Letters could help. Y/N if what the lore says is true, you could be the best asset they ever had. They have pieces of information, they have everything you need to expand those powers…”

“They have set up a base in the mid-west, not that far from here…” Sam continued.

Oh, you knew what he was about to propose alright. But, by seeing Dean’s facial expression, neither of you liked what Sam was implying.

“You think I should go?” you spat, pulling your hand free from his. “I just came back, and you want me to leave? Above all, you want me to go part with a bunch of fancy hypocrites who kidnapped you not too long ago?”

“Y/N, I can assure you that their intentions are good.” Mary jumped in, coming to her son’s rescue. “I’ve been hunting with them for a while now, and their aspirations are nothing but genuine. Now, I understand how eventful it was for you the last couple of months, trust me, I’ve been there. But, can you at least think about it?”

You looked back at the table and stared at the shards of porcelain. You might need some help with your anger issues, but not enough to consider teaming up with strangers… As soon as Castiel would be back, the four of you will be able to figure everything out by yourselves.

…Right?

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Wayward Huntress; chapter 12

Summary: Weeks has passed since you disappeared. The Winchesters brothers are off to help a lady in distress when they thought they would never hear from you again, they were way off tracks!

“Listen, listen, calm down Sophia.”

Sam could hear the woman’s hysteric shouts blasting off his brother’s phone. The tall hunter kept glaring questioningly at Dean who was scrambling to get ready, his phone tucked between his chin and his shoulder as he put on his leather jacket.

“My brother and I are going to take care of it, just lay low and especially, stay out of it. We’re on our way.”

The elder Winchester was heading toward the garage followed by a Sammy filled with interrogations but still ready to jump into the action, side by side with his brother.

“Mind briefing me, Dean? What’s happening?”

As the two brothers sat in their respective places in the flawless 67’ Chevy, Sam’s curiosity was about to reach its limit just as Dean started up the engine and finally explained where they were off to.

“Remember Sophia from the bar a couple blocks away?”

Sam’s eyes were fleeing from right to left as he tried to remember who his brother was referring to, in vain.

“… I’ll take that as a no. Man, c'mon Sammy.” Dean looked at his brother with his iconic lady-killer smile. ’‘How can you forget such a fine pair of legs like that, huh? “

Sam huffed as he once again, dealt with the strong desire to slap his brother on the back of his head. ’'Really, Dean?” Dean’s smile died as he met the scolding eyes of his little brother and scratched his throat while he regained his composure.

“Mehhh, it’s probably not such a big of a deal. She told me she saw some thugs fighting right outside of her property and she was scared it might end up in her bar.”

“Why didn’t she just call the cops?”

A devilish smile grew on Dean’s lips once again.

“I might have told her to ring me if she was in trouble, y'know… tryna score with the chick… Something you should probably try sometimes, Sammy… Y'know trying to forget her… get her out of your system once and for all… ”

Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance. He would lie to himself if he didn’t, his heart pinched as his brother mentioned her, it had been almost 5 months since they last heard from her.

“Shut up, Dean.”

———–

At the said bar, a couple minutes after…

Both brothers got out of the car as they inspected their surroundings. The parking lot was empty, apart from a couple motorcycles and a minivan. No evident signs of a battle of some sort.

“Um the place seems pretty quiet, Dean… You sure she wasn’t just trying to-”

Sam was caught off as a guy suddenly got projected out of the front window, the sudden noise of the breaking glass alerting both hunters who instinctively got out their guns and scoot into a defensive stance. As they slowly approached the victim who was still on his back amongst the shards of broken glass, ��both brothers tried their best to peek from the now non-existent window to see what the hell was going on inside the bar.

“Hey bud, you alright?”

Dean tried to gently poke the unconscious guy on the ground but this one abruptly stood up and shove the hunter aside, grunting. His eyes rapidly switching to pitch black as he rushed back inside from the same window he just had been cast out of.

“What the Hell?!”

Sam side-eyed his brother with a confused look “ Was that….”

“A demon.” Dean finished Sam’s sentence. “I’ll take the back door, cover the front.”

—

Sam noticed a girl crouching behind the counter as soon as he stepped in the bar. He glanced swiftly at his surroundings to see if the coast was clear before joining her. They couldn’t hear it from outside but there was obviously a massive fight from what the place looked like. Behind the counter were many broken bottles, the stools were upside down, the place was an absolute mess.

How could this have happened in only a couple of minutes?

“They’re in the back, they’re in the back!”

“Hey hey, Sophia? Right?” Sam used his sweetest voice to try to reassure the panicked bartender. She nodded yes as she tried her best to control herself. “I’m Sam, Dean’s brother. Don’t worry we’ll handle this. How many are there?”

Sam knew he needed to act fast if he wanted to join Dean, the fight was obviously still very vigorous and Dean would have to face them at any moment now.

“I … I … I can’t tell… I’m sorry…” she sniffed while restraining the sobs from escaping her mouth. “She… She told me to go hide while I could… I didn’t understand what she meant… Oh god, I should’ve listened to her… I told her to fuck off, she seemed so weird.”

Sam’s heart race as Sophia referred to one of them as a “she”. Could Dagon already be in town looking for Kelly Klein?

“Listen, Sophia, I need to you calm down. Do you remember what she looks like? Can you tell me if she had yellow eyes?”

Sam and Sophia froze in place as they heard the back door being slammed open.

The tall hunter got up and grabbed his demon-knife from his back pocket. He looked down at Sophia who was still terrified and mentioned with his head to the front door.

“Go.”

—

As the door exploded after his foot, Dean who was expecting to be assaulted stepped in, his gun brandished before him. His jaw dropped as he understood what was happening in front of him.

A girl was standing on the pool table, knocking the fuck out of her dark eyes assailant who tried to reach her ankle with a powerful kick in the face, while she struck another demon who was climbing behind her with a pool stick which she briskly spun over her head beforehand. The whole scene looked as if it was straight coming from an old Bruce Lee movie and none of the demons paid attention to Dean. The black leather jacket girl finally had repelled her attackers long enough to take a look at the dumbfounded hunter who just burst in her combat zone. She spun on herself, her long Y/H/C braid whipping to her side.

“Heya Dean-o!” you joyfully greeted as you totally forgot the mess you were into. You were about to jump down and join your friend as a demon finally succeeded to catch your ankle and forcefully pulled on it, making you tripped over the pool table. Dean suddenly got out of his trance and jumped into the action, pulling back another black-eyed son of a bitch that was coming for you, while you swiftly chained your legs around the neck of the one that made you fall and punched his soulless face with the billiard ball you had previously picked up from the table.

As you heard Dean grunting while he was struggling with his own fellow, you pushed the demon you just mashed up with a determined kick right in his guts. The demon flew over the entire room and crashed on the wall as if he weighed nothing. Dean and his assailant even stopped fighting for a second, completely amazed by what they just witnessed.

You finally got off the table and rushed forward to reach Dean’s back. You were relieved when your hand grabbed the silver handle of the angel blade.

‘’Mind if?’’

Without waiting for his answer, you swiftly pulled the weapon out from his belt.

As soon as your fingers tighten around the grip, a sudden sense of power grew in you, as if the blade was only the extension of your arm waiting to find its missing piece. In a quick instant, you plunged the blade in the ribs of the demon that Dean held by the shoulders, orange bright lights coming off his orifices and you instinctively rotated on yourself to dodge the other demon that was fiercely charging towards you, propelling the eldest Winchester on his ass.

“Dean!” Sam arrived in panic as he heard that the fight was still in action. He looked frantically for his brother, who was bitterly getting up from the floor, without feeling the presence of the demon who was about to attack him from behind.

“Sammy, LOOK OUT!” Dean immediately hastens to warn Sam but in vain. As two strong arms strangled him from behind, Sam’s face was turning purple while he wrestled to free himself.

“LET HIM GO YOU SON OF A BITCH”

Dean was about to charge in but stopped dead in his tracks as a swirling blade swept across the room and finally plunged into the skull of the demon, which collapsed, lifeless, a few seconds later. Two pairs of eyes filled with questions were glued on you. The two Winchester brothers stared at you as though you were a stranger from another planet while you stood still at the back of the room, awkwardly scratching the backside of your head.

You shyly raised your hand as a salute, a gawky smile stuck on your face.

“Missed me?”

—

The short ride back to the bunker was awfully silent, none of you tried to break the ice. Well, none of you knew where to begin. Right after you put your foot inside the bunker you finally felt safe. You raised your arms in the air, stretching out all the way, a huge smile on your face completely forgetting the grudge you held against the brothers for weeks because they had failed to save you. Your heart hammered hard in your chest at the simple thought of meeting your angel’s magnetic blue eyes once again.

“Home, sweet home!” you cheerfully exclaimed while spinning on your heels to face the boys that were following you inside. Your happiness quickly faded away as you met both serious expressions the brothers gave you. You rolled your eyes as you got down the metal stairs and tossed the light luggage you carried on the war table.

“Guys, can you like… stop with those odious looks on your faces, please? Besides, I should be the one mad at you!” you jokingly reproached while unpacking your stuff. ’'The unerring Winchesters brothers could not even rescue their friend from Hell. No, she had to do everything, by herself!“

Dean and Sam looked at each other incredulously.

’'Hell? Y/N, what are you talking about?” Sam hurriedly asked, worried.

“Y/N, I swear to God,” Dean growled as he stepped in front of his brother, he seemed really angry with you but you had no idea why. “If you’re messing with us you better stop this shit, right now.” “ Dean really looked frustrated, but what surprised you most was the shattered look that Sam had on his face as if he was reminiscing bad memories.

’'Y/N…” Sam walked around his brother who stood in front of him as if to shield him. Shield him from what? You? “Y/N, you’ve made yourself pretty clear with that note you left us…” you could feel the emotion through his voice, you had somehow, hurt them.

“What note?!” you exclaimed raising your hands in the air, it was now your turn to be irritated. “I couldn’t have time to leave you a fucking note, I’ve been abducted by those fucking demons as soon as I walked out that stupid lodge where WE were supposed to gank Lucifer! Remember, Dean? When you told me to leave? Well, I left. And look what happened!”

“What??” both brothers bellowed in unison. Sam stepped towards you. “ You’re saying…” he leaned in to touch your shoulder, his hazel eyes diving into yours as if he could read if you were being honest or not. “You’ve never made it back here?”

You put your hand above Sam’s which was still resting on your shoulder and sighed, trying to calm yourself. “No, Sam. I don’t know who it was that wrote that note, but it sure wasn’t me. I would never…” Your voice broke. Everything you had gone through for the last couple months coming back to you, how much you missed them. You looked pass Sam to meet Dean’s eyes, your sight was clouded by the tears but you could still depict the melancholy on his face. “I would never betray my family…”

You’ve tossed every emotion at the very bottom of yourself since you escaped from Hell and everything was starting to catch on you. Every single memory of your friends being tortured, every bone that broke, every time you witnessed your seraph dying…

“I-” you stopped mid-sentence as your hearing started to dull. “I-I’m not…” a white fuzz started to slowly creep into your peripheral vision and everything around you started to spin until you finally collapsed in Sam’s arms, completely unconscious.

As you drift away, one and only image kept flashing into your mind; a tall blonde man, sitting on his metal throne with a devious grin on his face.

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Wayward Huntress: Chapter 11

Summary : Shit hit the fan. You’re in Hell being the prisoner of a prisoner, Lucifer.

Warnings : Language, Blood, Pain, Suffering

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Wayward Huntress : Chapter 10

WOOOOOH! Chapter 10 ! I made it yay!

This chapter is fully SMUT related I hope you’ll enjoy it!

For the readers who are like me and are suckers for some !GraceKink! well… you’ll be served!

***REMINDER***

*Bold is used to illustrate thoughts*

-Y/N? What are you-

-Tsk tsk tsk. You softly shushed as you managed to stick your index up on the angel’s lips. You were slowly crawling at his feet, entirely covered by the bed blanket. You let your fingers slide on the skin of his chest, while pampering his enochian tattoo with kisses. You could swear his abdomen was carved by God himself, without forgetting to mention those sharp hip bones that lead straight towards paradise.

You stopped halfway from your final destination and unzipped his trouser pants carefully pulling them down and leaving Castiel in his skinny orange underwear. You smiled to yourself as you saw his member twitched while you massaged his crotch, still captured inside his clothed prison.

-Relax, my angel. I’ll show you what’s Heaven on Earth. you whispered as you finally freed his hardening member.

You could feel him getting tense as you felt his legs tremble under you. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and started to gently stroke it as it gained stiffness. When you were satisfied with his now fully grown erection, you bit your lower lip in apprehension to what you were about to do. You were so minded, you woke up confident and filled with a relentless desire of showing him what you were able to do. You wanted to give Castiel the best oral sex ever, even if you knew you were probably the first conqueror and that he had nothing else to compare it with, you wanted that angelic being to squirm under you.

While you maintained a rhythm with your right hand, you tried to turn up the excitement by licking, blowing and kissing everything but where he needed your mouth to be. You heard his low grunts and you instantly pulled the cover from your head so you could admire the flushed angel beneath you. His lips were partly opened as he looked down at you with lustful eyes. You smirked at him, you felt empowered as you were taking charges of his pleasure. You started off slowly, exploring the terrain using slow wide strokes with your tongue on his manhood, making sure to use a lot of saliva to lube it entirely. You couldn’t hear his pants but the way his chest frantically heaved told you he was enjoying this new experience. Enough with the foreplay, you circled your lips around the tip of his cock and took it in your mouth while making sure your tongue flattened every sensible spot as your head travelled up the underside of his member. You felt the angel jerked under you and when you looked up, you caught a sinful glimpse of Castiel with shut eyes and a gaping mouth, completely lost in delight. Thunderstrokes of desire hit you right in the core as your eyes fixed the angel in ecstasy while you kept working your magic. You were stroking with your hand the base of his shaft in unison with your mouth which was going up and down, particularly paying attention to its head since every times your tongue pressed there he would twitch under you.

-Y/N… This- This is-

*low and deep moans/grunts*

As you both started to get caught in the heat of the moment, you reached for your pussy with your free hand to rub your clit as in a way to help building your orgasm as well. You wanted him to know how much you loved doing this for him so you hummed against his cock causing gorgeous vibrations to travel his manhood and he instantly thrusted his hips. The angel continued thrusting inside your mouth and you thought his release was close as you both moaned loudly. You shot him a glare as you suddenly felt his grace working on your throbbing clit, consistently pressurizing and titillating it as if a starving obsessed mouth was covering it. You stopped your movement, leaning your head on his hip as you let yourself get immersed by that blissful wave of pleasure.

-Cas… St-stop. This morning is a-all about y-you. you managed to say aloud without flinching to those incredible sensations that were happening down there.

Everything instantly stopped and you restarted from where you left. It didn’t take long before the angel reached the peak of his orgasm. You heard his rasp breath and as you kept working his climax, the room lit up with a powerful white light that would have burned your eyes if you had kept them opened. A millisecond later, the light died as Castiel spilled himself inside your mouth, grunts and enochian words escaping his lips.

You climbed back to the head of the bed and kissed on the pink cheek of your flushed angel.

-We should probably get out of bed. You claimed as you watched the time on your cell phone. Shit, it’s almost 2 pm. They gonna think I died in here. you joked while peering back at Cas who had a satisfied grin plastered on his face.

-And I thought angels would have more stamina than that. You threw him a cushion as he laid there, motionless. C'mon get up, Feathers. you giggled

The angel’s eyes flashed up opened as soon as the word feather left your mouth. He squinted his eyes at you as you got up from bed.

-What? you added while trying to look innocent. You don’t like that nickname? Huh, Feathers?

You barely had time to turn around to gather some pieces of clothing off the floor that he was already fully dressed, while a second earlier he was still naked under the covers. You cocked one of your eyebrows as you tried to maintain the wave of laughs that were threatening to get out, but the seraph rapidly took one of your arms and pulled you close to him, so close that you could taste the smell of him. He looked down at you with severe eyes, the same look he gave you the first night at the bunker when you were arguing in Sam’s room.

-Don’t call me Feathers, Y/N. Castiel warned with his deep voice.

-Or what? you challenged with the best sterned voice you could afford. Your cocky reply did not even seem to surprise the angel whose lips slightly curved up into a malicious grin.

-Or… you’ll see how I tend to punish those who do not listen to my warnings. he answered while spoiling with kisses the hollow of your neck. Your body was now firmly molded against his and you felt a hard bulge pressing on your thigh that almost took your arrogance out from you.

But not quite yet.

-Game on… Feathers.

-Hey there, sleepy head! Dean sarcastically applauded your arrival in the kitchen, interrupting the conversation in which Sam and Castiel were immersed leaning over some papers scattered over the table.

Sam quickly lifted his head and raised his eyebrows as he looked at you from head to toe. Dean smirked as he side-eyed his brother and his friend who both held their breath as they appreciated the view. Cas quickly glanced at Sam and returned his attention back on the papers, flustered. You wore with pride your silky lavender gown which barely covered your physical assets and made sure to sway your hips as you stepped in the kitchen.

-Hey, Y/N. Sam greeted as he regained control of his dangling jaw. Coffee’s ready if you want some.

-Oh, okay cool… I smell bacon. Where’s the bacon, Dean? you squint your eyes playfully, pointing an accusing finger towards him.

-Sweetheart. Dean shocked in head, in disappointment, you should know by now that bacon is reserved to people who gets up before the sun rises.

-Pfft. Right. As if Sam eats bacon. you huffed as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

Your felt pairs of eyes lingering on your back as you stood in front of the kitchen counter, which confirmed why you wouldn’t usually wear that kind of clothing around fellow hunters. But in this time of war, all weapons were on deck. You peered back at the table and noticed a free spot next to Dean, right in front of Cas and Sam.

-Nice PJs Y/N. Dean cooed jokefully as you sit next to him, a grin smacked on his face. First time I recalled you’re a girl since we saw you dancing at that bar. he continued, teasing you.

-Shut up, Dean. you nudged his side without leaving the upset angel out of your sight. Have you told that jerk about what we found yesterday night? you asked Sam as you tried to seem interested but what you really wanted was sitting right in front of you.

- …Sam?

-Oh uhhh, yes. Sam looked as if he zoned out for a while. Actually, we’ve been looking more into those Men of letters reports and they’re a couple that you should really find interesting. See….

After a couple minutes of discussing with Sam, Dean and Cas, you finally saw the opportunity to carry on with your malicious plan. Dean stood up and stretched himself getting ready to leave.

-Aight, enough with the books for today. I’m out. Gonna go make some errands.

-More like a beer run, huh ? Sam reported with a knowing look, always one step ahead of his big brother.

-No………Maybe…. Shut up.

You snorted as Dean left the room, leaving you alone with both Sam and Cas. The three of you then returned your attention to the files for a while. A nasty smile grew on your face as you slipped on the bench to be directly in front of the angel who had not spoken a word since you sat at the table and you could feel the excitement rising inside you while you prepared your next move.

-Sam, could you pass me that document please? you implored as you began to subtly rub your right foot against Cas’ leg under the table. Your heart hammered in your chest under the tension of being caught.

The hunter pushed the file on the wooden table without drawing his eyes away from his book. You took advantage of Sam’s concentration to push further your nasty scheme. The seraph jerked unintentionally as you got bolder, your foot climbing up to his inner thigh and for the first time yet, you met his gorgeous azul eyes which were filled with curiosity. You bit on your lower lip as you looked down to your revealing neckline and let the flow of naughty thoughts submerge your mind. Castiel’s eyes followed yours and he couldn’t help the predatory look on his face as he understood what was on your mind.

‘'Castiel, I want you. I need you, need to feel your body pressed against mine.“

You elegonted your foot so you could reach his crotch and you felt his trouser pants getting tighter under your touch.

’‘Two can play that game, Blossom.”

You smiled when you heard the echo on his voice in your mind but you couldn’t care less even after he warned you. You were savoring this instant.

“I can feel your warmth under the sol of my foot, angel. I know you want me too. I know you want to bear me down to that table and fuck the stubbornness out of me.”

The angel blinked lethargically as he contempted your wicked grin. You didn’t know if he would jump across the table or just magically disappear but you knew he was on the verge of exploding, which made your buzz even more agreeable.

“ I can still feel your thick chapped lips scrapping my skin as you kissed my naked breasts. I c- I ca-hmm…I… what the???”

You knocked your knee under the table as you abruptly straightened up on your seat and took away your foot from Castiel’s.

“ You want me to fuck you in front of Sam, Y/N? Show him that you’re mine?”

You tried your best to keep a neutral facial expression as you felt Castiel’s grace unrelentingly shove into you. His sudden boldness caught you off guard and a subtle victory smile was drawn on his face as you squirmed on your seat, desperately trying to seal yourself by squeezing your thighs together.

You took a deep, long breath to release the steam that was accumulating inside you. You haven’t said your last word.

You were mentally plotting your next move when you were suddenly taken aback as Sam stood up out of the blue.

-I’m starving. Y/N, you want something? Cas?

You shook your head. You could not even pronounce a simple no without fearing of letting go one of the ravenous whimpers that threatened to break out from your throat at any moment.

-No. thank you, Sam. Castiel calmly stated. You squint your eyes at the seraph as he answered, how could he remain marble like that? You gathered what little strength was left in you.

-You know Feathers doesn’t eat, Sammy. Why even bother asking. you sneered back at the angel who clenched his jaw as his fingers drummed tempestuously on the table.

You both stared deeply at each other and from Sam’s point of view you were about to rip each others throats. If he only knew…

-Hey guys, bring it down a notch. Please, I know you can’t stand each other but, no fighting. the hunter implored as he made himself a sandwich.

He sighed as he returned his attention back to his lunch when he understood it was a lost cause. You turned back to face the angel a proud smile on your lips, blinking innocently as if nothing happened.

“ No need to play with words when in my case, I can just… brush” you felt a shiver down your spine as invisible feathers grazed your skin.

“Grip” you gasped as hasty hands grasped your inner thighs and pushed them opened.

“Kiss” you craned your head to the side and your eyes closed as you felt lips pecking all over the skin of your neck.

“Massage” you bit your lip as you felt hands palming your breasts.

“Pinch… Lick…Suck…”

All those feelings at once was more than you could handle. You were in conflict with your own body as you tried your best to suppress the involuntary movements which responded to his grace. You heard the heavy metal door close shut in the background, indicating that Dean should be back but you couldn’t care less as you got more and more worked up by that unheeding angel.

“Finger…Slide…Twirl…”

-ENOUGH. you barked as you roughly stood up and every sensations instantly died.

You rushed outside of the kitchen leaving a dumbfounded Sam and a more than pleased Castiel behind.

- What the hell happened to Y/N? I heard her shout all the way to the front. Dean asked his brother as he uncapped two bottles of beer and shove him one.

Sam shrugged as he bit into his sandwich. Castiel left just after Dean arrived without mentioning where he was heading to.

-I don’t know… I think Cas made her upset…

-They had a go at it again? I thought they learnt to get along. Dean huffed as he ruffled through his hair with one hand while trying to subtly shove Sam’s plate with the other.

-Actually, do you wanna check up on her? Just… I think Cas might have followed her. Sam demanded his brother as he scolded the back of his hand off his meal with a slap.

Dean rolled his eyes and got up snorting.

-And I thought it was you that had a crush on her. he hissed as he left the kitchen.

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As Dean was walking towards your door, he noticed that the door was cracked open.

“Hmm….maybe I should burst into her room and scare this little asshat out of her skin”

Dean; feeling proud of himself for his soon to be mischievous behavior, he heard a commotion from your room and stopped dead in his tracks.

“What the hell is going on…..is Cas in there with her?! Are they fighting?! Shit this could be bad”

Without a moment of hesitation Dean entered flight or fight mode and bursted into her room.

- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING…….on? Dean is left standing in the middle of room completely dumbfounded to what is before his eyes.

Cas had you pinned against the wall with your shirt off, and your legs locked around the angel’s waist. You both peered at the intruder who is now left with his Jaw wide opened.

- Son.Of.A.Bitch

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fallenangelspn-fanfic · 6 years ago

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apart from frame selection and sharpening i did nothing to alter this footage; he’s just that pretty.

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Fireworks

A little Dean x Reader I wrote on the side

Contains a lot of FLUFF

Hope you’ll enjoy

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Beyond

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fallenangelspn-fanfic · 6 years ago

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so i just watched the recent @thehillywoodshow‘s supernatural parody and I just had to make this

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What Happened in Hawaii -part 2

Summary : The journey in Hawaii continues as you decided to accept Misha’s invitation to join them to their excursion into the marvelous highlands of the island. Some unexpected events lead you to get closer to the actor, somehow.

Fluff and a silly Misha is all the warnings you need.

Pairing : Misha Collins x Reader

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