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[moonlight-rider25]

Winchester Girl, chapter 7

⚠️Warnings⚠️ rated R, swearing, oral, smoking, unprotected sex.

Previously on Winchester Girl

…slowly walk back toward the car from Nannies plot.

A cardinal, odd for this time of year, flies overhead landing on a branch nearby ahead of you and Jenni. You cast your look towards the bright bird as it tweets towards you and smile, a sad grin towards it.

Nannie..

Behind the bird you spy two large figures dressed in casual clothes approaching you and your sister. You cast your puffy face down trying to keep the visitors from seeing your face, but your sister catches a good look, and informs you two tall sexy men are walking directly towards the two of you. After a brief moment of panic, you quickly realize; it's no strangers...

On the road from New York to Massachutes, present day.

The sun over the road is piercing directly down, and you shift a bit while peeling your coat off and placing it on the floor at your feet. Dean smiles and eyes you a bit, as you shimmy from the passengers side seat. He whistles and you shoot him a sly smirk before leaning back against the seat and pulling your phone out to see if Sam has texted you. The radio belts out some 70’s rock music as Dean taps his finger against the steering wheel.

You drop your phone beside you on the seat and stare anxiously out the window beside you.

“I don’t know how you guys can do this all the time..” You say almost to yourself as you watch the silver trail of side rails fly by the window.

“What? You used to do it right alongside us!” Dean says, peering over towards you.

“No, not the hunting..” You say still looking out at the racing pavement. “These long ass drives to and from the hunt.” You answer after a sigh. “It's so long and…boring really.” You tell him, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Nah, come on, its not that bad.” Dean smirks while his hand drops to your thigh giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“You’re just going soft on us, momma.”

You snicker a bit and roll your eyes as you watch him; one arm out on the wheel, the other placed firmly on your thigh as you speed down the highway beside him.

How many times you had pictured this very image in your mind, how many times you rode beside him trying to suppress the feelings you had towards him as he sat unknowingly, beside you. More times than not, regretting how badly you knew Sam would feel if he ever got wind that you looked at his big brother in some of the same ways you looked at him.

So much time had passed now, you wondered if things could be different between you and the brothers…

“Why don’t we stop for some grub, huh?” Dean interrupts your thoughts.

Dean pulls off the side of the highway and aimlessly drives down the unfamiliar roads in search of some food. You peer down at your phone hesitating to text Sam yet again, letting him know you’re stopping for food. You peer up for a moment spying a ‘Chik-fil-a’.

“Oh stop here! Please, I love this place!” You say giddy.

Dean turns in and strolls through the parking lot as you lock your phone. He shifts the car into park and steps out onto the hot pavement.

“God, I could really go for a cigarette..” You say quietly, flopping your purse strap up over your shoulder.

“Don’t you dare! …You know how gross that tastes?” He asks coldly.

“Oh come on, you loved it.” You say with a hushed giggle.

“..Would've been even better if your mouth didn’t taste like an ashtray.” He says opening the door for you, watching your ass as you walk past him.

Inside there's a long line swirling through the lobby to the front of the counter.

“Jesus, people and their fried chicken, huh?” He asks, peering around over the long-formed line.

“It’s like, the best fried chicken you’ll ever have…” You tell him happily.

He shoots you a disapproving look.

“Well, fast food fried chicken anyway…” You add peering up at his sparkling green eyes.

You grab him by his huge hand and lead him over to the line and read off the choices from the menu you think he'd like.

“Yeah, sure, get all of it..” he says, stirring in place a bit.

“All of it! Thats a lot of fucking food, even for you Dean!” You say with a smirk.

“Yeah well… Snacks for later..” he says while his eyes dart in every direction around him.

“Dean relax…” You try to calm him.

“...There's too many damn people around. This is why I hate these stupid food chain joints!” He says still peering around the crowd.

“...I can’t do this, you just order whatever and bring it out to the car.” He says, handing you his stolen credit card.

“No!” You say peering up disapprovingly at him.

“Come on,” he pleads, pressing the card against your hand.

“I won't be able to carry it all by myself!” You protest. “The line will move quickly, come on it's not that bad.” You say slipping your arm in through his.

You watch as his huge broad shoulders tense up as his gaze darts around the room. You squeeze his hand a bit and his eyes shoot down to you. He smiles coyly and wraps his fingers around your hand, relaxing a bit.

“If you can slay monsters….” you say quietly against his chest, “..You can deal with a crowded room of people..”

You feel him shake a bit with a chuckle, and he squeezes your hand again.

You order two meals at the counter and he grabs the tray with a scowl as you lead him over to an empty table in the lobby. You hand him his chicken sandwich and he unwraps it; unamused, rolling his eyes as he takes the first bite. You watch him, trying to bite back your smirk as you see his eyes pop up to you as he starts chewing happily.

“Well, goddamn..!” He says, with his mouth full.

“I know, right!?” You say allowing the smile to grow across your face.

He chuckles, taking another bite and you eagerly begin to dive into your own sandwich.

~~~~

Soon, you’ve both devoured the amazing fried chicken sandwiches and make a stop in the bathroom before heading back out to head home. You stare towards the mirror fixing your hair on top of your head in a bun, and search through your purse for a piece of gum, or mint, or anything to make your mouth not taste like fried chicken…and cigarettes. All you come up with is a travel size bottle of kids bubblegum mouthwash and decide, it's better than nothing. You take a mouthful and swish it around a bit before spitting into the sink and adjusting your shirt and jacket again before walking back outside.

Dean waits, leaning against ‘baby’ as you stride towards him with a smile. He eyes you devilishly, as you strut slowly towards him, swaying your hips a bit more than usual. You approach him and cock your head to the side watching him eye you before peering down into your purse. He watches you as you pull out the almost new pack of cigarettes and hand them to him.

“Here…no more ashtray mouth.. I promise.” You say pressing them into his big hand.

He stares down at the little red carton and smiles, quickly glancing back up watching you inch away towards your side of the car, and reaches out catching your arm with his. He pulls you back towards him and grips you by your waist, setting his big plump pink lips on yours. You reach up and caress his strong broad neck with your hands, while sucking at his thick velvety tongue in your mouth. He pulls away with a curious look on his face.

“Is that..bubblegum?” He asks through a snicker.

You allow a laugh to spill from your mouth as you break from his grasp and trail around the front of the car and open the door.

“Not bad.. " he says from the driver's seat. He leans in beside you.

“You uh, gunns let me taste it again?..” he says, reaching for your face with his huge hand and pulls you towards him.

You press against his chest, leaning into him and he groans happily beneath you.

“So, how about that rain check…” He says with a thick smirk as you push him away.

“I’m sure ‘baby’ has had her fair share of romantic encounters.” You tease him, “Besides, car sex is the worst.”

“It’s not that bad, it's actually pretty roomy back there..” he says nodding towards the back seat.

“Oh good!... Just add another reason not to! You say sarcastically. “...Just another notch on your dash!”

“Please, like I would do that to ‘baby’.” He says low with a smirk.

You smile a bit peering at your phone in your hand reading 1:23pm on the screen.

“That, and I’de probably have run out room already….” He adds licking his lips seductively with a chuckle.

You reach over and playfully jab him in the thigh with a scowl on your face.

“Uhg, Dean! Gross!” You tell him through clenched teeth.

“Oh, come on, it's a little funny..” he adds, still chuckling.

You roll your eyes and purposely ignore his hand extended out towards you to hold.

“Really, Y/N?” He says reaching out to grab your hand again. “...Stop it! Come here..”

You cross your arms stubbornly and look out your window, side eyeing him a bit as he sighs and retracts his hand finally.

Dean huffs before starting the engine and rolling out of the parking lot heading back towards the highway.

‘I refuse to be a notch on your dash, Dean Winchester… …run out of room already, jesus christ… …like I'm just any other booty call… I'll show you…

Looking over at the man who's made your chest tight and your legs weak for far too long. His perfectly chiseled jaw and neck bulged over his huge strong broad shoulders. He's so goddamn handsome, you can't even stay mad at him as he stares out the window in front of him, unbenounced to the devilish idea brewing in your mind.

“...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way…” Dean adds peering through his rear mirrors as he merges.

You peer over to him with a softened look and wait for him to meet your look. He turns his head a few times from the road and back to you, a smile growing wide across his face.

“What?” He says completely clueless.

You scoot over towards him trying to hide your grin from his view. You glide your hand up under his shirt, across his huge chiseled chest…

“..Hey, oh…

You caress his neck tenderly, peppering hot wet kisses along his broad neck and shoulder.

“Aw shit, Y/N..” he grunts, sucking a deep breath in.

You suck a bit at the nape of his neck moaning against his skin.

“I’m not a notch, am I?” You ask teasing a bit.

He hums a bit with laughter for a second before replying.

“You’re something alright..”

You gently bite his soft skin against his shoulder and he winces. You continue to press a soft kiss against his bite mark and trail more kisses up his neck under his ear.

“What am I to you Dean?” You ask in a ragged whisper in his ear.

“You’re fucking perfect..” He says before turning towards you and colliding his lips with your for a second.

You pull back in fear he must be swerving and look out towards the road. You trail more hot wet kisses up and down his neck, lapping at his ear lobe a bit as he groans happily.

“...Do I need to pull over?..” He huffs leaning in against you.

“Uh, uh…” You groan against him. “..Don’t you dare… Just don’t kill us..” You add trailing your hand down to his waist.

Dean groans happily as you pluck your mouth from his neck and gently pry open the front of his jeans. He adjusts his pants and scoots down a bit while you gently pull back his taunt cotton boxers and his huge hard cock springs free. He grunts a bit as you take it in your hand and run your tongue across the top of it, you hear him hum happily as you wrap your hand around his pulsing shaft and circle your tongue around him. You wrap your lips around him and suck him into the back of your mouth, Dean's hand reaches down and caresses the back of your head.

You bob up and down with your mouth and hand running your tongue up and down his huge hard shaft.

“Uhhg, Y/N!” He grunts above you.

You move faster stroking and lapping at him under you, growing wet with anticipation that one wrong move and you'd both be toast, going 80+ down the highway.

You feel him tense as he enjoys the pleasure you're giving him. You pick up your pace and coil your hot wet tongue around him as he thrusts up towards you, almost ready to explode down your throat. You flick his pulsating tip with your tongue as you stroke him as fast as you can. He thrusts up towards you, grabbing at your bun as you suck eagerly feeling the warm white milky substance burst from his tip. You keep your head over him, still stroking as he bursts between your lips exploding with moans and groans from above. You finally sit back a bit breathless and he beams a giant grin at you.

“Are you kidding me?” He says through heavy breaths.

You wipe at your mouth sure you're covered in…everything currently.

“I was missing out on that all these years?!” He says a bit louder, adjusting his pants and pressing the gas all the way to the floor.

“Oh my God, Dean!” You say bracing yourself against the seat.

“Oh no…I uhg… I need to taste that pussy…” he says with a giant grin as he speeds down the highway weaving through cars.

You lean your head back against the seat cackling to yourself as you watch the speed gage hit 90, 100, 110, while he seamlessly weaves through cars, vans, trucks, and 18 wheelers. He spies the next exit and hits the exit ram, still going 80.

You grip his thigh with your hand and laugh against him as his eyes dart across the road looking for a hotel, motel, anything he can take you to and lay you down in.

“...You sure, it's still a hard no to the backseat?” He asks.

You giggle leaning against your door as he pulls into a hotel parking lot.

“I always thought back roads were kind of romantic…” You say through fits of laughter spilling from you.

“Really!?” he asks, surprised.

Not waiting for a reply, Dean speeds off towards a darkened ‘dead end’ and backs into it.

You hop over the back seat leaning up against the back passenger's side door, still giggling as you take off your jacket, boots, and jeans. Dean jumps out from the driver's seat and throws his jacket in on the front seat before shutting the front door.

He opens the back door and grins at you, before standing up and making sure no one else is around. Just the trees and nature on that dirt road, to hear the screams Deans about to pry from you.

He then climbs in towards you and shuts the door behind himself as he holds himself hovering over your half naked body. He meets his lips with yours and you eagerly swallow down his flavor as you caress your hands up against his face, down his neck, and through his hair.

“You sure you're okay with this?..” he asks in a low gruff voice.

“Well…no..but I guess it’ll have to do now wont it?” You say grinding against him.

He pulls his face away from yours and nestles it down in the crook of your neck. A heavy sigh comes from him as you caress the back of his head while his eyes meet yours meaningfully.

“Y/N…it doesn't have to be like this..” he says softly.

You reach up and caress his soft jaw where the stubble is growing in.

“Dean, I wouldn’t have hopped in the back if I didn't want this..” You say softly against his lips, still stroking his strong brave jaw.

He captures your lips in his mouth and tenderly devours you. You climb over his lap and straddle him, plucking his gray tee up over his head. Dean's lips trailing down your cheek, neck, shoulders, and chest. His hand slides up under your tank top and he gently grazes his huge rough fingertips against your soft belly, then around to the back of your bra.

“Y/N…” He groans against you. “Just say the word and I’ll stop..okay?”

You hold his face in your little hands and peer into his eyes as you nod. But you know there is just about nothing in this world that will make you want to stop. The feeling of this giant amazing perfect man you're sitting half naked on top of, who you've longed and lusted for, for so long…no way in hell are you letting him stop…

You grind against his lap and he groans as your tongues combine. His huge hot fingertips pluck the dainty black bra down off your shoulders and his warm calloused palms begin kneading at your sensitive breasts. Your hands caress around the back of his neck and gently comb through his hair. His mouth trails down your neck and begins lapping and pressing soft hot kisses on your hard pink nipples as you groan above him, clutching at his head while you gasp.

You feel his hand softly creeping down your stomach and between your thighs while his tongue circles around your breast still. His huge fingers rub gently against the thin fabric between your legs and you moan out as his touch ignites a fire within your core.

“Jesus, you're soaked Y/N…” He says with a devilish smile.

Dean plucks the thin damp fabric of your lace undies and you feel the iron hot touch of his fingertips against your wet aching core. You bite back your lip and his mouth reaches up to yours, capturing your moans as he gently slips his fingertips in between your slick folds.

“Dean!” You moan against him with a huff.”

“I love it when you say my name.” He says, smiling against your lips before you pull away, arching your back; forcing his fingers in deeper.

He curls his fingers up into you, in and out as you moan louder. Dean grips your ass and holds you still against his lap as he steadily glides his hand in and out against your sensitive bud.

“God damn, you are so sexy, you know that?” Dean groans between kisses.

You feel your stomach coil and tighten as your high begins to rush through you so quickly. You brace your hands against his shoulders digging your nails into his damp soft skin as you vibrate in pleasure on top of him.

“That's it momma, cum for me…” He says in a husky tone.

After waiting so long for this to happen, you can’t allow it to be over so fast. You don’t ever want this feeling to stop, but Dean's fingers pry your high from you regardless of how hard you try to fight it.

“FUCK DEAN!” You yell out.

You cling against him, your breasts against his face as your insides swirl with intense pleasure while he fingers you to your edge.

“STOP!” You cry out abruptly.

Dean pulls you back as you moan against him. His face; ridden with worry and regret as you capture your mouth with his.

“Stop?!” He asks breathless.

“I..I don’t want…” He clutches your waist in his huge knuckles.

“I don’t want to cum yet…” you say in a ragged voice panting.

He smiles and flips you onto your back against the seat of ‘baby’, you reach down and eagerly try and pluck his hard cock from his pants as he leans over you planting hot heavy kisses down your neck and shoulder.

“Well, I do..” He whispers against you.

His pulsing member in your hand ready for you as he presses a long gentle kiss on your lips, he pulls the wet cotton of your panties aside again and gently presses his huge hot tip against your entrance. You groan against him, gripping the soft back part of his neck, your eyes flutter as you feel him, pressing within you. Dean captures your mouth with his and sucks the moans escaping your throat as he presses himself completely inside you. You grind up against him already feeling the pleasure coiling up again in your stomach as you moan against him.

“Y/N!” Dean groans against you.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes in the front seat of your pants pocket.

You wrap your legs around Dean who leans down against you as your stomach flutters and your legs quiver. You pant against each other in a sweaty heap in the back seat while your phone rings out.

“Let it ring!” Dean groans.

(Finn!) You think to yourself as you push him off of you with a sigh and reach over the seats scrambling for your phone.

Dean reluctantly sits up panting when you see Sams name flashed on the screen. You swallow hard before putting the phone to your ear…

“Hello!” You say swallowing back a huff.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I just…

Your mind races, unsure of what you're hearing…

"Sam?..." you ask swallowing back the breathlessness in your voice

“...Y/N…Finns gone!”

~~~~

Massachusetts 7 years ago.

Nannie..

Behind the bird, you spy two large figures dressed in casual clothes approaching you and your sister. You cast your puffy face down, trying to keep the visitors from seeing your face, but your sister catches a good look and informs you that ‘two tall sexy men’ are walking directly towards the two of you. After a brief moment of panic, you quickly realize; it's no strangers.

You wipe at your face, sniffling the crying voice back down your throat, trying to compose yourself as best you can while Jenni seductively tosses her hair back over her shoulders and adjusts her big new fake boobs. Sam and Dean tower above the two of you as they creep closer. You decide now is not the time to make a bigger deal than you’re sure Jenni already will, so you carefully reach for Sam and hug him before he has much of a chance to see your tear streaked red face.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” Sam mumbles quietly against your head.

You try desperately to blink back the tears that are welling up in your eyes yet again and pull back before wiping at your face with a forced smile.

“It's alright..” you tell him sniffling. “..She's not suffering anymore so..” you take a deep sigh and try to nod reassuringly in their direction.

Jenni elbows you a bit, stirring anxiously staring up at the two men before her. You cast her a glare before turning back towards them and clear your throat a bit.

“Sam, Dean, this is my sister Jenni…” You tell them through a strained fake pleasant voice. “Jenni, this is my…Sam and Dean… Who I lived with out in Kansas…” you tell her with a warning look.

Jenni reaches out and shakes both their hands with fluttering flirty eyes as you try your best to hide the eye roll on your face. Dean scoffs a laugh as he eyes Jenni up and down a few times, and you stir anxiously watching your sister show off her new boobs to the boys.

“...Now I see why you stayed out in Kansas..”, she tells you with a saucy grin, eyeing the boys.

You suck your cheeks in against your teeth before shaking your head as you watch your mother stumble over towards the group.

Sam notices your eyes gloss over in fear as your mom walks towards you, Sam turns his head with you, spying the thin lady with sunken cheeks, carrying her black heels flung over her shoulder towards him. He peers back at you with a grin before back towards her and extending his arm out to her.

“...Mrs. Y/L/N, Hi! I’m Sam, it's nice to finally meet you.” He says calmly, addressing her.

You mom stops; eyeing the tall man before her, his hand outstretched towards her.

“...The fuck?...Who?!..” She asks with a scowl on her face.

“Mom!” You spat towards her.

She peers at you through thin slitted eyes, wavering in place as she sizes up Sam.

“This is Sam! Who I stayed with in Kansas, you’ve talked to him on facetime countless times..” you tell her coldly.

“Oh!” She says with an eye roll, “Well excuse me! Hi Sam! Nice to finally meet ya!” She says still not shaking his hand.

She waveres in place for a few moments, watching you and Sam stand before her, your face stricken with horror and embarrassment, while Sam politely smiles.

You flash Sam an apologetic look, Dean and Jenni in their own conversation on the other side of you, presumably about Jenni’s new boobs or something pathetic.

“Well, Sam…” You mom says dropping her hand holding her heels to her side. “Can I bum a smoke?” She asks nonchalantly.

“Mom! He doesn’t smoke, you know this!..” You tell her with a warning tone in your voice.

Sam smiles anxiously towards you and tries to reassure your mother he has none before she disregards him completely and informs you she’s heading off downtown for the evening. You smile your best fake face towards her as she waltzes off, wavering back and forth as she does.

You sigh a deep breath of relief as Sam turns towards you with a snicker.

“I’m so sorry…about her…she's…”

“No! Don’t apologize, I know… I mean, I get it..” Sam tries to reassure you.

You shake your head a bit peering up at his glimmering green eyes as he smiles back down at you.

“Yeah…We’re kind of a three ring circus over here..” you tell him with a disappointed look. “...Kind of why I never brought you here…” You add.

“Oh, come on, it's not that bad…” He tells you with another smile.

You cross your arms over your chest and dramatically cast your look over to Jenni and Dean who are getting along far better than they should be, especially at a funeral!

“Yeah… sure…” You tell Sam with a faint smile.

The two of you pace slowly towards the road lined with fewer cars than earlier, catching up on details from each other's lives over the past three months. Neither of you daring to utter any mentioning of the fall out, break up, the end of whatever it was you both never cared to put a label on… or dared to. Regardless, you both knew to stare clear of the subject. You informed him on law and order reruns and doctor’s visits while he informed you of hunts he and Dean had successfully taken care of; ghouls, a coven of witches, vampires and the like.

Finally after some very slow walking towards your car, he finally dared to mention the unmentionable.

“I should have come with you..” Sam says with a huff shoving his hands deep into his jean pockets.

“Sam, it's fine..It wouldn't have changed anything..” You tell him peering down towards the pavement.

“I know but… I should have been here for you..” he says, while you avoid his look.

“It’s fine, I’m a big girl..” You say staring off in the distance.

He blinks rapidly as you finally meet his eye, and your breath catches in your throat a bit knowing he feels to blame for the wedge that was created while you two were apart.

“I belong here..” you tell him regretfully, watching his eyes fall a bit, confirming his greatest fear.

“..I’ve got my mom to look after, and… I gotta figure out what I’m doing with Nannies stuff and the house…” You tell him apologetically.

Sam stares back off into the distance over your car, wiping his huge hand across his mouth as he shakes his head understanding your words…

You’re not coming back.

“I’m sorry Sam.” you tell him with a heavy sigh. “..You didn’t deserve…”

Dean's voice booms from across the cemetery cutting you off.

“Sammy!” he shouts, pacing swiftly towards the two of you.

Dean leans over the top of ‘baby’ looking towards you and Sam. He clears his throat a bit then smirks as his gaze steadies on you.

“So, when ya’ coming home?” He asks all too joyfully.

You blink a long regrettable pause and open your eyes peering back up at Sam. His look reassures you he understands the answer, but it doesn't make the words any less difficult to get out.

“..I’m not…”

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Jamie Fraser vs. Virginity

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Rated R, smut, unprotected sex, etc.

Summary

You've found yourself submerged in Jamie Fraser's attention. A gentleman, he refuses to make you do anything you're not ready and willing to do. A few pails of ale and songs from the drunken crowd; you find yourself entangled in more than just his embrace. Will your virginity scare him off as he finally has the chance to get his hands on you alone?...

His back muscles strain as he hovers gently over your body. You feel him ready and willing against your inner thigh. Reaching up gently, you stroke softly; his spiky stubble along his cheek and exhale heavily as you stare into his deep blue eyes.

“(Y/N)” He groans low as he pants heavily still watching you squirm beneath him.

“I want you…and I'm ready…” you tell him grinding your core up towards him with a deep breath and harsh swallow.

His lips meet yours again and you release all your body's tension beneath him as he closes the gap between the two of you. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls away again. He strokes a stray piece of hair from your face as your chest heaves waiting for him to take you; to fully engulf himself within you.

Your core quivers as his hand runs down your check, neck, across your breasts and nipples; which are fully erect from his touch. His hand trails down the front of you; from your rib cage, down across your stomach. His hand inches slowly closer down towards your waist, across your soft mound, finally stopping at the aching entrance of your core.

“Mmmmm” He grumbles lowly into your ear, feeling your wetness against his fingertips.

You bite back a gasp in your mouth as his touch ignites a fire within you. His face meets yours again as he lines himself up with you. His pulsating cock twitching to feel your wet walls wrapped around him.

With your mouth a gap and his steady movements, his forehead meets your mouth and you wrap your arms around his neck as he gently begins pressing in against your soaking folds.

You groan out feeling him slide within you finally.

“Jamie!” You cry feeling his tip enter you.

He holds back, making sure to take his time to slowly open you as he presses deeper.

He sucks at your throat as he presses deeper, one thrust at a time deeper within you. His cock pressing between your folds and opening you further with each thrust.

You moan out again, and he stops meeting your eye again.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks in his thick accent.

You smile up at him. Pulling him closer wrapping your legs around his round little ass. You swallow back the words as you pull him closer and he looks down at your body, curving up towards him as he quickly lines himself again back up with you, and presses back firmly within your core. He jolts your body as he slams into you. Once, twice, three times before your eyes roll back in your head and you finally allow the roll of ecstasy to wash over your body.

“Yes!” You cry out against him.

He smiles down at you; thrusting again, back into you, as your body jolts beneath him.

“Harder!” You groan. Pulling at his neck as he obeys your wish and slams in against you.

You feel the waves rising up from your legs washing over you as he continues to slam impossibly inside you. Your breath is uncountable as your gut clenches and you arch yourself up against him.

“Right…There!” You cry as he thrusts and you hear his breath catch in his throat before releasing his tension against your entrance. Smiling against you as his high becomes unavoidable. You both pant against each other as the waves wash over you both and you feel yourself come undone beneath him. His movements sporadic and unjust as he empties himself inside you and slumps over against your damp body beneath him.

His hot breath on your collar bone as your bodies twitch through the orgasms, pulsing through your veins. Your breaths still ragged as his lips meet yours and you feel him remove himself from you. You run your hand over his stubble again and groan a bit as he removes himself from within you and rolls over on his side; his arm draped over your waist as he pulls you against him, and you sigh deeply against his chest as your breaths begin to slow rhythmically with one another…

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Chapter 6

Previously on Winchester Girl:

You wipe back your tears as Sam jumps over the back of the couch beside you pulling you towards him as you stare up at him with the wetness glistening in your eyes.

“Y/N, what's wrong?!” He asks, concerned. 

“I gotta go home..” You whine through your squeaky sob filled voice.

~~~~~

Kansas, 7 years ago

Dean drives you to the airport while Sam sits in the back, holding your hand and rubbing his huge thumb across your knuckles, while you stare blankly out the window.

“She's a strong lady, Y/N…she's gonna pull through. Don’t sweat it.”

His reassuring words hang heavy in the air as you avoid looking at him. Your body seems completely numb beside him, as you watch the cracked pavement fly by out the window. You sit quietly beside him, as Dean slows and pulls up to the front of the airport. Sam pecks a kiss on your head and hops out, grabbing your bags from the trunk.  You sniffle a bit and scootch over to get out; when Dean's hand grabs yours from the front seat.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay…don’t be so hard on yourself, everyone goes someway or another.” He tells you quietly in a sincere tone. “With you by her side, I don’t think today's her day…” He adds peering back at you with his bright green eyes.

You flash him a faint smile and he holds your hand tighter. 

“...Do what you’ve gotta do, we’re not going anywhere...” he tells you, casting a knowing look through his squinted eyes.

You bite back your bottom lip and step out from the car, grabbing your backpack from Sam and heading into the airport. 

Sam tries his best to support you in any way he can, but like during most life crises in your life, you’ve learned to zone out pretty well and don’t respond to most of it.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I should be coming with you..”

“It’s fine Sam, I’ll be alright, besides what would Dean do without you?” You tell him with a faint smirk.

He chuckles a bit meeting your eye and you turn away with a heavy dazed gaze across your solemn face.

“I put your phone on airplane mode, remember how to take it off?” He asks you for about the third time.

“Yup.” You tell him plainly.

“Let me know, as soon as you’ve landed okay?” 

“I will.” 

“I'm so sorry Y/N…” He says embracing you in his giant warm familiar arms. You breathe in a faint breath of him while your eyes brim with tears, but otherwise; just stand there as he holds you for a long moment. 

“I’ll be right here when you get back..” Sam tells you sincerely, still holding your little limp body against his. 

He finally lets go, and you peer up into his hazy green eyes filled with sorrow and sadness for you. 

“I’ll come get you if I have to!” He says with a snicker trying to lighten the mood.

You wipe at your damp eyes and press your forehead against his chest wrapping one arm around his waist and swallowing a thick lump in your throat down.

“Y/N… I…I lo….”

“I know, Sam..” You tell him coldly, cutting him off.

You release him with a final breath of his warm musky smell in your lungs and turn towards the boarding doors without looking back.

~~~~

Three months later to the day, you sat on the side of her bed running your fingers through her thin white hair as she took her last breath smiling up at you. When you arrived three months earlier, you'd had no idea what you were in for, or what was to come. In such a short amount of time, from the moment you walked in the door; you knew life as it was would never be the same. It started when you unlocked her pale green door, using the key under the flower pot she kept by the door; your mother standing over the mail desk she kept by the doorway, rummaging through the tall stacks of mail for her own mothers social security checks. 

She was just as shocked as you were, when you dropped your bags with a thud as she spun around to face you with a gasp. She would have gotten away with it too if you hadn't been so well trained in identifying liars and snakes for the past year. Regardless of her reason for needing the checks, she wasn’t your main concern and you quickly dropped the subject as you paced down the hall towards Nanna. She sat up in bed with a half smile on her face watching the news channel when you sat beside her and blocked her view.

“Y/N!” she cried out with a gasp as you reached down to hug her frail little body.  

She was never a large woman, but you could tell she lost a significant amount of weight in the year you were gone.

“Nannie!” You grumbled through her hair as you held tightly to her. 

“What on earth are you doing here, my dear?” She asked with a bright half smile. 

Clearly the stroke had left half her body unresponsive, and her crooked smile made you want to burst with tears, but you refrained from doing so and sat beside her holding her hand she was able to move.  She squeezed your palm and you wrapped both hands around her warm little familiar hand.

“Nannie, you're not fooling anyone. Come on, you really think I would leave you to take care of…mom?” You ask with a faint laugh.

Her faint smile perks up on one side and you look down to her hand. She brushes small strokes across your knuckles before patting at your palm and pulling her hand back to search for the remote deep in her blankets.  She points the received towards the television blaring on about the local weather and turns the volume to basically off. 

“I’m fine, dear. You needn't worry about me.” She tells you, closing her eyes and patting at your hand again. 

“Nannie..?” You ask looking sternly through your brow at her.

“Oh don’t fuss over me, dear. However I am very glad to see you… But tell me, how's that ‘lumberjack’ of yours out there?” She asks wiping at the corners of her mouth with a suspicious smirk. 

~~~~

The next few weeks you spent driving her to and from doctors appointments, running back and forth from the pharmacy grabbing her medications, all the while watching your mother not even relatively try to hide the fact she was stealing Nannies money. You made Nannie her favorite meals and sat in bed with her watching reruns of law and order as you both ate. Towards the end, you stopped eating and had to feed her instead, but regardless you treasured every waking moment you had with her.

She asked tons of questions about Sam and Dean, and often insisted she was fine and to return home to the two ‘lumberjacks’ before they found someone else to cook, clean, and care for them…(As if that would ever happen). You’d stay up late at night, telling her how hard it was to live with both brothers, all their great personality traits, and their not so great… She could tell without you evening having to say that they both held a very special place in your heart. 

“Your heart is full of love my dear, but they cannot bear to share such a precious gem like yourself. There will come a day where you’ll have to choose one…” 

“I don’t think I could ever do that Nannie..” You tell her honestly as she pats your leg.

“Be careful my love, they may choose for you, or worse...”

“What do you mean Nannie?”

“If you play with fire, you're bound to get burned.  If you don’t choose, they may choose for you darling…and you may not end up having either…”

You exhale a long heavy sigh as you place your head down on Nannies lap and realize how right she is. 

“Well Nannie, I’m not sure it’ll ever come to that now…” You tell her trailing off.

~~~~

Your sister; who was all but useless at the time; was off on the West Coast racking up more boyfriends than she could recall.  The thoughts you'd have of her not being at home with the woman who had raised you both and caring for her while she sat idly by in her deathbed; were quickly replaced with the fact that she had had her fill of seeing your mother abuse drugs over the course of the past year you had been in Kansas.

(…..“Kansas? What the hell is out in Kansas, Y/N?!” 

“...I like it, it's quiet and…different..”

Being half way across the country from your mom was a great bonus of meeting Sam and Dean, but it also meant you were half way across the country from Nannie too.)

Sam did his best to keep in touch while you regrettably sent him one worded, greatly delayed responses.  Half because you had your hands full with Nannie, but also because you knew you had no plans of returning back to the Winchester brothers in Kansas. Within a few weeks, you could tell he had given up hope and realized what you had known for some time, though neither of you ever had to mention any word of it. 

~~~~~

Things took a turn for the worse 10 weeks in, it was early April and the flowers were beginning to try and bloom through the melted dirty snow.  Nannie’s only adventures from bed; were for her doctor's appointments and even those, were getting to be far too much for just you and her to undergo. You wheeled her in through the thick glass doors, being greeted on a first name basis by all of the nurses and receptionists.  You'd sit beside her holding her hand as she stared blankly ahead at the wall in front of her.  You’d talk to her about the weather and current events, inform her of the new boyfriend your sister had been texting you about that week, even about her beloved housecat who at this point had got to be 20-30 years old by the looks of him. Nothing registered though, as she was all but completely brain dead. The stroke has caused severe damage to her brain and day by day her body began to deteriorate out from under her. 

“Y/N, she's surpassed the predicted odds, time and time again, but as of right now, there's nothing we can do for her besides…just keeping her as comfortable as possible…” 

Her doctor; Dr. Lance Greenly;  was a tall thin man with a pronounced bald spot in the middle of his head. Kind and well mannered, always trying to do everything he could for your Nanna, and you sensed he felt the cutting pain more than you had, as he spoke the words to you. 

“We can get her into a nursing care facility here at the hospital, and you can try and get back to your life…” 

“No, no. She'd be furious if I left her here… She's fine at home.. We’ll be fine.” you told him, looking at her as she stared blankly ahead.

You reached up and coiled your fingers through her thin white hair and smiled at her hoping if she could hear you, she'd be proud and comforted knowing you'd made good on your promise to never drop her off in one of those ‘old people prisons’ as she once called them.

“..Alright then, I supposed I’ll make a few calls to some home visiting nurses to start coming to see you two..” He told you with a regrettable look in his eye.

Dr. Greenly stood and gently took your nannas hand in his and shook it as he said his final goodbye to his patient of almost 50 years. You thanked him, and even sent him a card later in the mail after Nanna had passed, reminding him that without him; you wouldn't have been able to see her again. 

She left everything to you and Jenni, the house, the money, even the cat. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to get by.  Jenni wanted nothing to do with the house; seeing as she was on the other side of the country living her best life; wading in the ocean water with strangers. Using the money Nannie had left her, she got herself a new boob job and spent her days getting compliments from everyone on the West Coast.  

The day of Nannies funeral; you stood by nannie in her casket as they descended her down into the ground, and choked back as best you could, the tears that refused to quit. Jenni held your hand and patted your back while your mother stared off into the distance against the clear blue April sky; high as a kite on who knows what… 

~~~~

“Come to Cali with me! It's so fun out there! Everyone is so friendly and it's never cold..” Jenni tried to persuade you.

“Yeah and leave little miss cloud nine all alone over here?” You tell her, casting your look towards your mother. “...Yeah that’ll go over well…”

“Come on, Y/N, you gotta get away from all this sadness, it's holding you back!” She answers, as the two of you slowly walk back toward the car from Nannies plot. 

A cardinal, odd for this time of year, flies overhead landing on a branch nearby ahead of you and Jenni.  You cast your look towards the bright bird as it tweets towards you and smile, a sad grin towards it.

Nannie..

Behind the bird you spy two large figures dressed in casual clothes approaching you and your sister. You cast your puffy face down trying to keep the visitors from seeing your face, but your sister catches a good look, and informs you two tall sexy men are walking directly towards the two of you. After a brief moment of panic, you quickly realize; it's no strangers.  

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DEAN & BOBBY JOHN 6.2 Two and a Half Men

[moonlight-rider25]

Sorry, James Fraser...

Just a quick little lusty through of Jamie. Rated X; angry sex, orgasm denial, dabble of domination...

Summary  You’ve insulted Jamie in the slightest on the walk home through town.  A simple joke, or so you thought, as you both were poking fun at each other.  But taking an insult to Jamies name, one step too far has you in hot water…

“Jamie! I’m sorry!” You giggle through your gasps.

“Ay, like hell you are…” He replies, locking his hand up against your scalp with a fistful of hair.  “...But ye will be..”

Jamie leans his body up against yours; pinned between him and the cold concrete wall.  You swallow back a gleeful grin, as Jamies free hand creeps up under your skirts.  His huge, blunt, warm fingertips grazing against your sensitive soft thigh. You try to push back and free yourself of him, but at no use to his huge toned body. 

“Be a good girl, and take it, aye, for once?” 

You chuckle a bit in your throat, biting back your lip and giving into his hand creeping around the front of your thigh between your legs. His warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he pants against you, holding you still.  You await his touch eagerly, when finally the warm spark of his touch reaches your center. You jump a bit against him and hear him chuckle in his throat against you, edging him on. His fingers circle slowly around your sensitive bud as he leans in against you. You feel him breathing heavily, as you suck in a deep breath of your own before allowing a long moan to escape you. 

Jamie grips your handful of hair tighter and snaps your head back a bit as you suck in a sharp breath. 

“Jamie!” You pant against the brick wall. 

His fingers circle faster around your swollen core, as he presses up against you harder.  You hear him moan as he takes hold of your neck with his mouth, sucking in your soft skin, as his fingers trace elegant designs between your legs. You gasp loudly, your hands searching for him to clutch.

“We’ve only just begun…don’t you dare think about finishing on me already.” Jamie mutters breathessley against your neck.

You squint your eyes shut and try desperately to tear yourself from his grip. He only leans harder against you, while his huge fingers begin to dip in between your quaking folds.

You gasp against the hard cold wall as you feel him plunge his fingers within you, his thumb still circling around your pulsating bud with your slickness. As his fingers plunge in and out against the growing pleasure within you, his mouth meets your neck again sending shivers down your spine. 

His hand releases your hair and wraps around the front of your throat, gently clutching and making you gasp harder for air. 

“Jamie!” You moan, feeling your body beginning to tingle with the pleasure building up inside ready to explode. 

“Not yet..” He huffs, his hand working your core like never before. 

“...Not till I say!” He grunts against you. 

You try to suppress the pleasure as much as you can.

“I can’t Jamie!” You cry between breaths.

“No!?” he groans. “I thought you were sorry?!” He curses through breaths, “Aye! Show me, how sorry…you really are…” He instructs you through gritted teeth.

You groan helpless beneath him trying to hold back from spilling over as he plunges in and out of your core. Your body tingles with pleasure and your stomach twists into a chuning mess, far ready to come undone within his arms. You swallow hard, his hand clutched against your throat as you do and grind your back against him.  Your hands gripped as tight as possible while being grated against the hard brick wall. You bite back your groans trying to keep yourself from cuming, when you finally feel him release you and your eyes spark open. Jamie whips you around pinning you back against the wall; your legs trembling uncontrollably as he does. 

You look down towards the belt of his pants before his giant hand clasps your throat again and makes your eyes meet his. 

Your body; still tingling as he clutches your jaw and stares madly down into your eyes. Your chest heaves, your breasts spilling over the plunging neckline of your dress as he softly meets your lips with his. You groan against him and suck his tongue eagerly into your mouth, relishing in his musky sweet flavor of lust and vengeance. You slowly allow your hands to trace around the waist of his pants, trying to unbutton the entrance of them. He groans into you as he sucks your flavor into his mouth, cupping your chin in his huge hand and eagerly caresses your breast from its neckline. His blunt calloused fingertips revel over your sensitive nipple and send your body into chills. His buttons; one by one begin to free him, bursting at the last moment eagerly till finally the last one. 

Jamie's hands release you and gather your skirts up around your waist. He effortlessly plucks you up from the ground and traps you again between himself and the wall behind you, you wrap your arms around his huge broad neck, watching as his gleaming chests puffs up and down as he stares madly up into your eyes. You try your best to bite back your giggle as he slams against you, sending your body into the brick wall and your center expands around him deep seated inside you. 

Jamie grunts through a wicked smile as he watches your eyes flutter open and closed, sending himself impossibly deep inside you, as your body forms around him in his arms. Your core begins to quiver again, as he slams you repeatedly and steadily. Your body growing limp as the sensations spiral up through your skin, Jamie holds you steady and sends himself into the spot inside that makes your stomach twist with pleasure. 

“Jamie!” you pant as your climax grows near again. 

He holds you steady and continues bucking into your sweet tender spot, deep inside you.

“Are you sorry?” He mutters against your mouth. “For being a bad little woman, soiling my name?” He huffs through kisses.

“I am! I swear I am. You moan against him.

“Say it!” He demands, thrusting in against you.

“I'm sorry!” you grumble through him.

“Say it again!”

“I’m Sorry!” You repeat a bit louder.

“Say it like you mean it, woman!” Jamie demands, grinding perfectly in and out of you.

“I’m sorry Jamie!” You moan out.

“Say it again!”

Your stomach twists and swirls as he makes your climax boil in your core.

“I’m sorry Jamie!” you squeal while your core quivers with each of his thrusts.

“Jamie, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Jamie! Ahhh Jamie, right there!” You moan out before he finally captures your mouth and silences you. 

You feel him slow and the rush of heat within your stomach as you convulse in his arms while your high spills throughout your body. Jamie keeps himself buried deep within you, giving a few last thrusts sending jolts through your body as you heave from breathlessness in his arms. He pants against you, capturing your mouth and holds your face gently as he sets you down and finally pulls himself out of you. You wrap your arms around his huge broad neck and steady yourself while still trying to catch your breath.  He meets your eye and grins a playful smirk at you.

“Sorry James Fraser..” You tell him coyly through your own grin.

‘Ey, I know.” he replies before kissing you again. “But don't do that again..” He warns with a wink.

You smile up at him biting back your lip. “Well… not till we get home at least!” You tell him before running off ahead of him with a playful giggle filling the air echoing around you and Jamie, off the tall brick walls.

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Winchesters with their scruff....

[moonlight-rider25]

Winchester Girl Chapter 5

Previously on Winchester Girl

“We love you guys..” You call faintly to them both.

Sam stops and smiles back towards you as he closes the door and you allow a huge long awaited breath to escape you.  At that moment, you made a decision. You figured at the time, it was what was best for everyone. 

“Well, Finley…I guess we should start packing as well…”

New York, present day.

You hear Dean's alarm buzzing on the side table next to him and roll over. He seems to be snoozing peacefully through it; you try to flatten the thin pillows over your head. Finally, it gives up and you settle back into your spot and doze back off to sleep. Only to be awoken 9 mins later by the buzzing again.

"God damnit!" You curse under your breath. 

You roll over again and crawl over on top of Dean, angrily hitting the dismiss button on the screen and he finally begins to stir. His hand comes up from behind you gazing across your ass and up to your waist. You try to pry yourself from his grip but he moves with you as you lay face to face on your sides.

"Look if you wanted some more action, all you had to do was say so…" He grumbles in a low voice.

“Oh, get bent!” you tell him with a smirk as you feel him release you, and you flip back over facing away from him.

You feel the redness crawling up on your face and bury it deep within your thin, all-but-useless pillows. You breathe in the cheap laundry detergent smell and try desperately to suppress the thoughts racing through your head… 

Regardless, you know he only had a few short hours of sleep and you allow some time to pass for him to settle back to sleep before you carefully remove yourself and walk to the bathroom. After washing your hands and peering in the mirror seeing the disheveled hair due you have; slicking it back with a hair tie, you quietly make your way back out to the main room where you assume you'll hear Dean snoring. You carefully tuck yourself back into bed, hopeful for a few more undisturbed hours of rest. You grab your phone and peer at the screen making sure you have no missed calls or text messages from Sam. You set it back down quietly on your night stand and pull the covers up, feeling Dean move beside you. 

You freeze trying not to disturb him and feel his arm creep up under the covers again. This time though they don't fondle you, they just pull you closer towards him. You suck in quick shallow breath as you try to register whether or not he's awake behind you, or still in a sleep ridden daze. 

"..Dean?" You ask in a whisper.

"Hmmm.." He hums, locking his arms around you tighter.

"..Are you.."

"Hard?, Yeah sorry…you uhh, wanna lend a hand with that?" He says through his groggy morning voice.

You scoff and push yourself away from him but he locks his arm down around you tighter.

"I'm just kidding, Y/N, God!" He says less groggy now. "Even if I were, I have a little more self control than that. I mean come on, I lived with you, for what… like a year and half…" 

His voice trails off as you freeze yet again taking in his words while trying to free yourself from him. 

Disregarding all the alarms in your head, and all the times you sat and suffered through fighting back every urge inside you to be this close to him; you allow the wall you've built up inside you for some time, to come tumbling down.

Cautiously, you roll over and face him; his eyes remain shut as you stare up at his face. The stubble that's beginning to grow in along his jaw and mouth. His perky little pink lips pursed as he breathes comfortably laying in bed next to you. His hair barely ruffled from sleeping on it wet all night. You have to resist the urge to reach up and trace your hand up along his pronounced jaw line and rest your fingers between his plump little pink lips. 

"Dean!" You say again in a louder whisper this time.

His amazing green eyes pop open seeing you; and he smiles, before allowing his eyes to flutter back shut and pull you even closer towards him.

You press your face against his huge strong chest and take a deep breath in smelling him. His scent fills your lungs and you exhale slowly before taking another deep breath allowing his warm earthy aroma to fill you again. 

(How the fuck do you smell so good?) You think to yourself.

You feel him move a bit and twist over onto his back beside you. It takes everything in you not to pull him back and keep him there longer. 

Dean reaches his arms out in a stretch and rubs at his eyes for a moment with a long yawn. You inch back away from him and lay against your pillows watching him through squinted eyes.  He finally sits up and looks over to you for a moment before patting your side through the blankets.  He then tosses the covers from his huge strong body with a faint grunt and gets up heading towards the bathroom. You wait to hear the ‘click; of the door latch and grab his pillow from his spot burying your face deep within it, breathing in his sweet scent yet again.

You grunt a bit into the pillow with a final breath before tossing it aside, you roll over in your spot and sit on the edge of the bed grabbing your phone and seeing its 6:19am. You open it up and check they’re still no messages from Sam, and assume he and Finn may still be asleep…seeing as he probably did not put Finn to bed at 8 like you asked…

Dean walks out from the bathroom, fully dressed and you turn towards him with a seductive smile. You lean back on the bed eyeing him, watching the smirk creep up across his face. 

“Come on, momma.  Get dressed, we gotta hit the road..” He says in his low ‘Dean’ tone.

You groan dramatically, face planting against the bed and lay there for a moment longer before finally getting up and heading to get dressed in the bathroom.

 ~~~~

"Man, I can't wait to sleep in my own bed.." you say aloud to no one in particular. 

Dean stares ahead at the road.

"I bet.." He replies coldly.

He pulls into a rustic country looking gas station and you follow after him. He heads towards the piping hot roasting oven filled with breakfast sandwiches. You grab two extra large sized coffee cups and fill them to the brim, before making your way to the counter. He hands his stolen card over across the counter to the lady behind the register, and you bite back your lip spying the many brands of cigarettes behind her. You grab the meal Dean paid for and follow him out still dying for a cigarette. 

"Dean, I'm gonna hit the ladies room before we go…I'll be right out."

Dean nods heading out towards 'baby' and you duck back into the store and up to the counter again. The lady eyes you suspiciously and you quickly set your gas station breakfast on the counter and pull out your card.

"One pack of red L&M regulars…" you ask through a shameful smile.

~~~~

Back outside you spot Dean sitting in the driver's seat enjoying the last bites of his breakfast sandwich as you slide in next to him. He shoves the key in the ignition and begins back towards the road. The only noise filling the air is your sandwich's foil wrapper, crinkling as you unfold it. Dean stares ahead towards the road and sips his coffee, you reach over after a few long awkwardly silent minutes and turn the music up. 'Behind blue eyes' begins to sound over the speakers filling the uncomfortable quietness, and you sit back enjoying your sandwich a bit easier. 

'But my dreams, they aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be…'

You take a sip of the piping hot day old coffee to wash down the sandwich.

'No one knows what it's like

To feel these feelings

Like I do

And I blame you…'

After finishing up your sandwich and feeling not so great about what you just put into your body, you pull out your phone and decide to text Sam to let him know you’re headed home and should be there sometime tonight. The little notification icon at the top of the screen pings and you open and read a text message from your neighbor, Ann. 

You’ve known Ann for a while, a married mom of three who was very good at overstaying her welcome, but you allowed it, seeing as she was always lending a hand when you needed it, with Finn. She was nice enough company and even on occasion you had enjoyed drinks with her beside her pool while Finn played with her kids; two daughters that were close to him in age, and an older boy who clearly was a spitting image of his father.

'Who's the house guest?'

You smile to yourself a bit and realize soon enough you'll be the talk of the town with Sam staying and watching Finn…

'Old family friend…Had some other family stuff come up, I’ll be home tonight.'

(A believable lie, though you hope she doesn't dig too deeply into it…)

Your phone dings again, almost immediately after sending the message.

'Oh, no! Is everything okay? 

…Damn, so no new bf gossip I can get from you then..?'

You roll your eyes, playing off what you can.

'Nope, we’re fine now… and sorry, nothing like that lol' 

(New boyfriend gossip, no. Old boyfriend gossip, well that's another story.)

'What a shame, I was hoping to hear all about his cute little biteable ass..👅'

You peer down at your phone screen smirking to yourself when you hear Dean's deep voice boom from beside you.

"Ah shit!"

You close the phone, completely forgetting to text Sam, and look over to Dean.

"...I think I missed our exit back there. Can you grab the map in the back and see if we can take this next…" 

Dean's voice trails off as you reach in the back searching through cassette tapes, napkins, receipts, bags of who knows what, and a few half empty water bottles for the road maps. You open one up and spread it across the seat for him to look at while typing in your address to pull up the Google maps info.

The automated voice on your phone begins barking directions and Dean glares at you.

"Look, you know I don't know how to read those damn things… this will tell you the best route even when you take a wrong turn…"

"I don't need that garbage. Turn it off!" He huffs angry.

You turn the volume all the way down and peer at the illuminated screen showing you to make a U turn in the middle of the highway.

(Well that's not gonna happen…)

"You can text your boyfriend later, could you please tell me what exit I can take?"

You peer down at the paper map between you and Dean with complete and utter dismay. 

"Dean, I don't even know where we are here!" 

"Goddamn it, just give me it…"

Dean snatches the map, wrinkling it a bit and after trying to focus on the road and the map, tosses it in the back again before taking the next exit. He whips the car into the nearest parking lot and parks it before grabbing the map again and figuring out where to go.

"Thanks for the help, co-pilot." He says in a gruff tone.

"Sorry! I didn't grow up reading these things like you and Sam did, I have no idea what I'm looking for!" You tell him defensively.

"It's a damn map, Y/N. Pretty self explanatory.." 

“Yeah, and so are feelings and attitudes, yet here we are!” You yell a bit harsher than you intended. 

Dean scoffs, staring intently at the map.

“...And that's supposed to mean what, exactly?...”

“What the hell is your problem, Dean? You were fine like two hours ago, now all of a sudden you've got some sort of vendetta out for me? What the hell did I do?!” You ask shrilly.

He stares at you through glaring eyes. You patiently await his answer…with no luck.

“Just forget it…I don’t care..” You tell him agitatedly, opening the door and plucking the new pack of cigarettes from your purse. 

You slam the door behind you and lean heavily against the car, packing the new pack of cigarettes against your palm before plucking one and slipping it hastily between your lips. You fish around in your purse looking for a lighter and hear the driver's door open and slam shut again. 

“What the hell, Y/N! You promised you were done with that shit!” Dean calls walking around the hood of the impala.

“I’ve made a lot of promises in my life, Dean!…” You yell back through your gritted teeth.

“Yeah, well in this family, we don’t break promises!” He yells at you.

“Oh, don’t start getting all high and mighty up there on me. You know just as well as I do the countless promises you’ve broken!” You light your cigarette and blow the thick cloud of smoke into his direction as he grimaces and stares daggers back towards you.

“Not like you’re making it very easy to quit, either!” You say through a long drag. “...Typical Dean just shutting everyone out and off!”

You take another long puff as Dean's cold look breaks for a moment. He plucks the cigarette from your lips and flicks it off into the distance. 

“What the hell Dean!” You cry, staring shocked at him.

“Don’t start with that crap, Y/N, God..” He screams, turning away for a moment with his hands firmly on his hips.

“You think this is easy for me…think I like showing up at your doorstep, forced to watch you and Sam have your sweet little romantic moments with each other?!” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” You yell glaring up towards him. 

“Oh please!” he says, still loudly, but gentler now.  “You and I both know you still love him! And you’re not stupid, you know he still loves you!” He spits angrily towards you.

“I never said I stopped loving him, Dean! But Jesus Christ, I never stopped loving you either!” 

You bite back your lip and swallow hard when you realize what you’ve said. Dean scoffs dramatically and turns back away from you, kicking at the ground as he does.

“Don’t humor me Y/N…”

“Fuck you Dean! …You think I meant that to let that slip out!?” You shake a bit with anger, yelling towards his back. "I’m not even the same person Sam fell in love with all those years ago! Hell, neither is he, but I still love you both, regardless of all the time apart!” 

Dean slowly turns back a bit, crossing his arms disapprovingly, eyeing you through squints.

“...Since when?” He asks loudly but not in a yell.

“Since…I don’t know, forever!” 

“...And you just never thought to ever mention anything of that?” He asks, still staring intently through his squinted disapproving look.

“To tell you what, Dean? Huh? That I loved you, just as much as your brother?!” Your voice begins to grow hoarse from yelling so much.  

You throw your purse to the ground and inch closer towards him, screaming up at his pouting face. 

“...Tell you about the countless nights I laid wrapped in Sam’s arms, I'd often secretly wish they were yours! Or that when he'd roll me over in the middle of the night, more times than not I was hoping it was your face I'd see, and not Sam’s?! Hell, I didn’t even think you looked at me that way till the day you met me in the shower!” 

“Then why the hell did you leave?!” He booms from above you.

“Leave?!” You scream up towards him.  “You really think I wanted to go home and watch as it took her three months to slowly die beside me?”

“No, not back then, …with Finn!” He booms with an apologetic look on his face.

“...Because even then, I figured it was just a weak moment of lust, and not that you actually had feelings for me!” You tell him breathless, your throat strained from yelling so much.

“What do you want me to say here, Dean?” You ask, dropping your hands by your thighs. “That I love you? That I’ve always loved you? That I’m sorry I couldn’t read your mind, and tell you sooner?” Your voice cracking a bit as you speak.

Dean's eyes glimmer a bit as he peers down to you and brushes your hair behind your ear. You swallow hard, your heart thumping in your chest and your eyes growing blurry with the tears building in them. 

You sniffle and swat his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” You say angrily.

“Why?” He asks loudly, backing you against the car.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You say shoving him away.

He stands staring at you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Alright!” he yells, “I'm not!” 

You smack him in the chest before pushing him away a few more times unsuccessfully.

“Asshole!” You scream. “Fuck you!”

You smack him one more time before gripping onto his shirt and pulling him down towards yours.

He engulfs your mouth in his and you pant against him as he backs you carefully against the car again. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and eagerly suck at his tongue dancing around your mouth. His hands slide up along your hips beneath your thin leather jacket and you pull him towards you more. He leans heavily against you, pinning you between his huge muscular safe body and the car. You moan against him while he digs his huge weathered fingertips into your waist. You grip a fist of his hair and pull his head back, watching him lick his lips through lust filled eyes as he peers back down at you.

“Please, don’t make me stop..” He grunts in a low whisper. 

“...I’m not..I just…” You release your hand from his hair and eagerly await his mouth on yours again with a heavy moan. “...Still fuck you!” You whine in a moan against him.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck me, …I’m an asshole I know…” He says seductively trailing hot wet kisses down your neck. 

You groan pushing him away a bit again, and he slams his hand against the side of the impala.

“Fuck you!” You say, holding yourself up against him.

“Yeah..I really wish you would..” he says through a devilish smile.

“Shut, uppp!” You giggle through a sniffle.

His huge hand reaches up and caresses the faint tear streak from your cheek, he presses his big soft lips against yours a final time, then presses his forehead to yours for a moment.

“Think we got time for a quickie?” He says coyly tapping the back window of the Impala. 

You laugh wholeheartedly with your eyes closed, as you lean against him.

“Mmm, sorry, you missed your chance this morning..” You tell him through a grin.

“This morning?...” he asks, raising a brow, “Wake and lay, atta girl ..I’ll have to remember that..” He says pulling gently at the waist of your jeans. You caress your hand down the side of his face, feeling the slight bit of stubble growing in along his jaw and gently graze your thumb across his bottom lip.

“So…You’re really gonna get me all worked up and leave me hanging?” He asks with a smirk.

“Shuut, upp!” You say again pushing him away playfully with a loud giggle.

“Alright…alright!... Rain check?…” he says backing up and opening your door for you.

You slide in and grab your purse from the ground before peering back up towards him.

“Rain check..” You tell him through a flirtatious smile. 

You reach for the door and he grunts a bit, stopping you.

“..Just uh,...give me a sec..” he says adjusting his jeans.

You cackle loudly as he swings the door closed and carefully walks around the front of ‘baby’, still adjusting the front of his jeans. He carefully leans in towards the driver's seat, and shoves the key in the ignition, the loud rumble of the car beginning to fill the air.

“Bratt..” He mumbles as he shifts the car into drive.

You let another loud cackle spill from your lips and playfully smack him in the chest as he turns around to back out of the parking spot.

~~~~

Back on the road, in the right direction this time; Dean picks back up on the conversation from earlier.

“So, what are we gonna tell Sammy?...”

He asks, peering over at you with a suspicious look.

“About what?” You reply quietly, knowing all too well exactly what he's referring to.

“..You know..us?” He says looking back from you to the road.

You whip your head around towards him and allow a heavy exhale to leave your mouth.

“And what exactly would you call ‘us’, Dean?” 

He meets your eye for a second with a bewildered brow raise, before looking back towards the road, unsure of what to say.

“Exactly.” you tell him, turning back to face the road beside him. 

“There was never any ‘us’ with Sam, there's no ‘us’ between you and I..”

“Hey! Come on! That's not true!” He says defensively.

“Dean, come on, who are we kidding?... You have your lives, I have mine, and frankly I don’t see the two of them merging anytime soon, do you?” You ask frankly, in a level tone. 

Dean sighs and digs his thumb nail into the steering wheel.

“I’m just saying..” You add trying to lighten the blow.

“No I see what you’re saying..” he huffs through a sigh. “You know, I really actually do care about you Y/N…” He says softer this time meeting your look. “...I always have…”

“...I know.. But… enough to quit hunting?” You ask faintly, reaching over and grabbing his hand. “Don’t answer that…” 

You tell him, peering out your side window with a heavy sigh, avoiding the knowing look Dean probably has for you right now.

(I already know the answer.)

You knew how it sounded, and you knew from his silence he also knew you were right.  Dean and Sam dedicated themselves to hunting, you dedicated yourself to taking care of Finn.  There was no way the two would ever merge together, especially seeing as Finn didn't have any idea about any of it. Hunting monsters; things that most people had no idea were really out there.  It was the huge responsibility that both the brothers decided to take on; that you also had considered doing alongside them.  But, a lot had changed since then, and you realized no matter how much you wanted to be next to them in line of battle, up against creatures of nightmares; Finn needed a parent who could provide a safe stable home for him.  He was your choice, just as hunting was Sam and Dean’s…

~~~~

The bunker, 7 years earlier.

You sit on the couch watching Steve Harvey, a guilty pleasure of yours, eating cereal in one of Sam's oversized tee shirts.  You hear the bunker's door screech open from above; Sam and Dean returning from a quick supply run, and Sam greets you with a gentle kiss on the top of your head. 

“Hey, babe!” You call through a mouthful of frosted flakes.

“Ah, Steeve! I’ll be right in…” He trails off heading back towards the door.

You look back to the tv screen watching Steve address the live crowd and his ridiculous dating advice he's giving someone; when your phone rings.

You place your bowl on the coffee table and reach for the vibrating phone, reading your nana's name across the screen.

“Hey nannie!” You say joyfully still swallowing the mouthful of cereal down.

The voice on the other end of the line isn't nana, and you sit still in fear as you listen to the words your mom speaks to you over the line.

“...Nana’s.. she's had a stroke. The Doctors are asking everyone to come say their final goodbyes…” 

Your heart drops into your stomach as you sit and stare blankly at Steve cracking jokes on the screen. 

It takes you a while to process what you've just heard, even after hanging up the phone and sitting uncomfortably perched on the end of the couch. Nana; the lady that raised you in your careless mothers absence, the lady who taught you almost everything you knew, cooking, sewing, manners; all of it. You recall not having seen her for almost a year, as you were staying with Sam but you kept in touch almost daily over the phone. The lump welling up in your throat as you sat thinking about the way she used to hold your hand between the two of hers and tell you,

“You are my light in this dark, scary world Y/N…”

Where was her light now, when she needed you, in her dark scary time?

You wipe back your tears as Sam jumps over the back of the couch beside you pulling you towards him as you stare up at him with the wetness glistening in your eyes.

“Y/N, what's wrong?!” He asks, concerned. 

“I gotta go home..” You whine through your squeaky sob filled voice.

[moonlight-rider25]

By the River

Word count: 5411 Warnings: RatedXish, smut, angst, Uhtred Smut, 

Previously chapter from Eadith’s lady... ...“I watched you slip into his tent last night…” she tells you with a look of drunken disapproval on her face.

You bite back your bottom lip unsure of what to say next.  She sighs and casts her look back out towards the group, you peel back the tent, flap a smidge and peer out with her.  Uhtred looks back towards the tent and smiles meeting your eye. Eadith, clearly seeing the interaction, no thanks to Uhtred, cranes her head towards you and allows the tent flap to shut.

“Alright you little Sinner… story time…”

You sit on the ground propped up by a bunched up group of furs behind your head, while Eadith sits cross legged, bunching and un-bunching her skirts. 

“That's it, that's all there is to say..” You tell her, the ale bottle staggering to and from between your hands.

You decide there is no better time than now to let it all out, all the times you and Uhtred have spent in secret…though you weren't lying when you said you didn’t know what to make of it. It's not as though you had a definite word to tell Eadith as to what you and Uhtred were.  There was never any talk of the future and as you explained the situations to her you also began to wonder what it was exactly you and Uhtred were.

The words and stories still coursing through your mind, you sit up and face her.

“What…what do I do, Eadith?” you ask her plainly.

She stares blankly across from herself still fiddling with her skirts as her face makes little expressions.

“...I don’t know..” she says finally. “...But no more secret keeping!” she says with a giggle.

You join her in laughter and turn back on your stomach after slumping back down towards the furs. 

Suddenly,  the tent flap opens and Sihtric and Finans' faces appear; unpleasant looks painted across their faces.

“Aye, where's the bloody ale!” Finan asks.

You struggle to get up, as does Eadith before you're both face to face with them. Behind Sihtric’s tall shoulder, you spy Uhtred and Osferths close in toe. 

“Where's the ale!?” Osferths asks with a smirk.

Eadith and yourself push through the men and prance back out towards the fire with a new bottle of ale ready to fill the men's cups (as you had finished off the prior one).  You sit yourself back in your spot between Uhtred and Eadith, this time not avoiding to keep space between yourself and Uhtred. You watch him place himself cautiously on the ground next you and bat your eyes a bit in his direction. He plucks his cup up off the ground and you pour him a new full cup, your hands brushing against each other for a moment and you smile staring down towards his cup. Once full, you retract the bottle and glance up towards his shimmering blue orbs that are staring madly back at you. Your smile widens and you hand the bottle to Eadith who runs around the circle filling the men's cups.

Whilst busy exchanging dangerous glances with Uhtred, you suddenly hear Eadiths wild giggle uproar over the group, and turn towards her.  Finan abruptly pulls her down into his lap as she squeals out in excitement trying to avoid his arms.  You watch as the two bicker playfully for a moment before she settles into a spot next to him. Eadith casts you a look, that you know all too well. You shoot her back a warning look before turning away and allowing her to enjoy the ale ridden moment she finally has with her one and only; Finan. She smiles towards you as you smile back and watch slightly sickened, at the two who are flirting with each other all too plainly. 

Finan passes the bottle to Sihtric and he pours himself a full cup. You spy Osferths face falling as she watches Finan and Eadith act like idiototic love birds before the rest of the group. You swallow hard understanding the poor baby monk's heart is inevitably breaking before the group. 

You look over to Uhtred who's leaning back comfortably against his palms eyeing you devilishly; and cast him a flirtatious eye roll.

You extend your arm out to Osferth, which he ignores before bringing his cup to his mouth and downing the cup. He looks apologetically towards you then places his cup at his feet and stands.

" I think it's time I retire for the night," he tells you with a stoic look. "See you all in the morning.." He says faintly while trailing off towards his empty tent. You turn your head back towards the fire where Sihtric and Uhtred meet you with understanding eyes.

Eadith and Finan are still deep in secret conversations with each other, snuggled up beside the fire and you look down away from them before something sparks your attention. 

We're all sitting here while they’re being…Eadith and Finan… your mind racing in a million directions.

If we can so easily dismiss our attention from them…surely noone would think anything of Uhtred and… your thought is cut off by Eadiths shriek. She rocks back in Finans arms and you cast your gaze away from the two, yet again. This time you spy Sihtric who has clearly had enough for the display of affection.

"Those two are far too involved with each other…" Sihtric says before finishing his cup of ale. 

"Y/N…care to join me in my empty tent?.."

"Sweet dreams Sihtric!" You call to him, cheerfully with a giggle. 

Uhtred laughs quietly to himself as you wave Sihtric goodbye. Sihtric scoffs and makes his way towards his and Finans' tent; leaving you and Uhtred alone beside Finan and Eadith, who are far too busy with one another.

The darkness of night guards their privacy far too much as you look away from their faces across the fire. You stare down at the red orange flame dancing upon the logs and after a long moment look up towards Uhtred beside you.

"Think they'll notice?…"

"Nope…"  He answers before you can get the words completely out.

It would be far too easy to blame the ale for two mishappenings of the gang tonight, and you're sure you'll be busy, repairing Eadiths reputation and courage in the morning. You look to Uhtred then back down towards the fire again without a word. Unsure that Osferth or Sihtric could be spying from their tents. 

"Well…that's quite enough excitement for one night." You say plainly, planting your hands on your knees. 

"Goodnight, my Lord." You say quietly before raising to your knees to stand. Uhtred eyes you daringly as you rise from your spot.

"Sweet dreams…Uhtred…" you utter softly under your breath watching his eyes grow with want.

Eadith and Finan watch as you move from the fire and make your way towards yours and Eadiths tent.  Uhtred's eyes follow for a brief moment before staring blankly back towards the fire for a few moments. Finan and Eadith focused back on each other, as you hear another shrill giggle escape Eadith before dipping into the flap of your tent. You curl yourself down into your bed on the forest floor snuggling deep into your pile of furs.  Just before you roll over, you peer out to see Uhtred's head full of hair, bop back towards his own tent before drifting off to sleep under your furs.

~~~~

The shuffling of Eadiths unsteady footsteps awaken you and you roll in your spot watching as she peels the furs from her spot then place them messing on top of herself. 

"Well, well, well…" you mumble in a groggy hushed voice.

"Shhhh…, go to sleep Y/N…" She utters in a mumble. "You're not the only one who can keep secrets…" She says with a giggle before tossing herself down into the pile of furs.

You smile to yourself before snuggling back up under your own pile of furs, trying desperately to find a small part that smells of Uhtred for you to drift off to sleep in…

~~~~

Within a few hours the relentless sun is shining on your eyes through the faint slit in the tent. You roll over and hear Eadith snoring soundly while trying to fall back to sleep. You toss and turn in place trying to lull yourself back to sleep, with no use. Finally, you lay on your back staring up at the blank tent above you and sigh heavily. Eadith, snoring loudly adjacent to you in her furs; you roll again towards the small slit in the tent and stare out at the dim sunlight. The birds chirp in the distance and hear the horses; tethered to their trees in the distance begin to whinny. You rub your eyes and sit up looking over your shoulder at Eadith yet again; still sound asleep.  You take a quiet inhale in and look around the tent for your belongings before throwing them under your arm and making your way out of the tent into the dim sunlight. 

Pacing slowly, you follow the hushed sounds of the water through the morning birds calls. You spy an ale cup on the ground by the fire that died through the night and grab it to go along with you. Through the trees you creep slowly trying to trace the sounds of the water rushing downstream you assume. The further you pace the louder the sound of rushing water gets,  till you're out of sight from the tents. 

Good, at least it's a bit private you think to yourself as you walk further from the campsite. Soon, the morning bird’s calls are being washed out by the sound of running water and you press further into the woods before finally spying the fresh spring; flowing fast just a few yards from where you stand. You creep towards the water in the dim light, careful as to where you step and extend your hand towards the water's edge with the stray ale cup in hand.  You reach the shore line and begin to rinse the cup before filling it and bringing it to your lips before you hear a voice.

“Y/N!”

You drop the cup and your belongings, creeping back on all fours away from the edge while peering around through the dim sunlight.  Your head casts from side to side trying to locate where the voice came from but soon a faint splash against the dark water gathers your attention.

You hear him chuckle in his deep voice and sit perched on the side of the water clasping your chest still frightened. 

“Y/N!” he says again, still laughing.

You take a deep breath in, watching his shadowed figure approach the water line as you sit still grasping your chest.

“What are you doing!” you ask in a hushed voice, your breath slowly steadying.

“Same thing you appear to be doing..” he says with a chuckle still in his voice.

You look towards him, his long hair slicked back with water and his glimmering chest sparkling against the reflection of the water with the early morning sun.  He stays put in the rushing water which drowns out most of your voices. Your mind still groggy from sleep, finally snaps to the realization, Uhtred had the same great idea you did… to run down and bathe uninterrupted in the spring while everyone else was asleep. You clear your throat and try to look in a different direction.  

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” you say faintly also realizing your staring right towards his naked body, but inevitably unable to make out any details.

“...Come here…” he says slowly.

Your breath catches in your throat and you whip your head back towards him.  You hear him approach from the water and finally see more details as he steps towards you in the dim light. His shadow blocks most of his features but the moment his hand meets your waist you know for sure, this is real; not a dream, not your imagination, not a wish you’ve tried so hard to make come true..

You reach out and pull him against you, his hands gripping firmly at your waist, then his head moves slowly towards you, his brilliant blue eyes glimmering only inches from your face. 

“Uhtred!” You whine in a sigh before his lips meet yours finally crashing together as your body spirals out from your control.

His lips meet yours and you allow a hearty moan out from your lungs as you feel him against you. 

“”Y/N..” he moans against your mouth as you wrap your arms around his wet neck.

His tongue invades your mouth unapologetically, as his hands roam up the sides of your dress. You cling eagerly to him and press yourself against him hoping you’ll never separate. His mouth searches every crevice of yours as you pant against him, while his hands meet the ground behind you and you lay helpless under him.

Your clothes dampened by him pressed against you, you peer up at his raging blue eyes glimmering above you. His chest rising and falling with his breath as you stare madly back up at the blue orbs that haunt your dreams.  Breathless he smiles down at you. 

“Y/N.. Care to join me?” he asks in a ragged breath.

…”I thought you’d never ask!” you reply with a faint giggle.

You release him from your grip and sit up slowly.  You watch him descend back into the water where you're unable to see any details of his perfectly sculpted body. You lick your lips as you begin untying the laces behind your back. Uhtred splashes playfully and you giggle watching him in the sunlight that glistens off his toned chiseled chest and shoulders, as you reach down and begin removing your many skirts. You drop your outer layer and then your corset watching him as he dances impatiently in the water for you. Finally in your final thin layer you begin to wade into the water up to your calves. Uhtred goes under and then pops back up much closer to you now. 

He sits patiently watching you from the water, the sun against his back shines directly on the front of your body. You hold up the skirt of your last layer and wade a bit further into the water, closer towards him. Before the end of your shift gets wet, you take a deep breath and quickly pluck it up over your head and toss it behind you. You’re bare body presented before him, and your breath catches in your throat a bit.  You meet his eye for a second before sinking down into the cold water and resurface just out of reach of him. Uhtred slicks his hair back eyeing you and closes the gap in the water between you two. 

Your breath is still stuck in your lungs, you're unsure if it’s from the cold water, or being bare naked so close to him. He pulls you in and you clasp your hands around his neck as he hold onto you, pulling you off out towards the deeper water. Soon, you're unable to touch the bottom and cling around Uhtred's huge bulging neck and shoulders trying not to show how fearful you are in the deep waters.  He smiles down at you as you cling helplessly against him.

“I won’t let you go..” he tells you calmly through a smile.

You try your best to keep afloat only hanging on to his neck as he walks deeper still into the dark waters.

Maybe not right now… you think to yourself biting back your bottom lip.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him as he walks further into deep water. Soon, you're completely out of reach of anything around you, and your mind can no longer avoid the danger lurking beneath your feet.

You instinctively cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pull yourself up onto him.

“Uhtred!” you gasp, panicking against him. 

He stares into your eyes, calm as ever with a smirk, and you try your best to match his energy. 

“Don’t be scared..” he tells you quietly, leaning in towards you closer.

Your core against him as you cling to him helplessly, panting a bit in panic as you cling to the huge strong man you're holding on to. 

By now, your fingernails must be cutting little half moons into the skin around his neck. You take a sharp breath in peering around at the open water. 

“Uhtred, I don’t like open water!” you tell him with a ragged breath.

He chuckles and you try to grip yourself closer to him, which at this point is virtually impossible. 

“I can tell!” he says with a laugh. 

You peer into his blue eyes and hold him tightly against you, as if he is the only life raft on the open sea. 

Although you try your hardest to understand him being able to find humor in this moment, you frantically peer around at the water, still panicking.

“Uhtred please!” you beg in a worried tone.

You’re sure he can feel you shaking against him, seeing as the whole front of your body down to your core is pressed up as tight as you can possibly be against him. 

“Uhtred!” You say again, unable to conceal your fear any longer.

“Y/N!” he says back with a laugh.

“Uhtred!” you say almost shouting now.

He stares you in the eyes and you shake against him.

“Put your feet down..” he tells you through a laugh.

“No! I’ll..” 

“Y/N!” he says again, almost irritated this time. “Put your feet down!”

You quake against him, blinking back the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Trust me, and put your feet down…” he says softer.

You close your eyes still clinging helplessly around his neck and place your feet down, feeling the water's floor beneath you, and rising a bit as you regain your feet and stand up.

Your eyes burst open and you see him laughing wholeheartedly at you as you stand a few inches above him. You exhale heavily and back up a few more steps away from him realizing you're on the shore again.  You watch as he gyrates with laughter, the water barely covering his waist and you instinctively sink down to cover your bare breasts exposed in the process. 

“Uhtred!’ You exclaim a final time, trying not to join him in his fit of laughter but inevitably joining. 

He tries to calm himself, still smiling as he creeps towards you on the water's edge. You sit watching him laugh as he creeps further up the edge of the water where you’re seated. He crawls up over your body and you once again cling around his neck. You peer up into his blue eyes sparking down on you and reach your neck up with your lips to meet his.

“I can't swim!” you blurt out against him.

He laughs, placing his forehead tenderly against yours.

“...I noticed,” he says with a smile.

He collides his lips back with yours. You suck in a deep inhale and press your mouth against his.  He moans against you, his hand slipping around your back and pulling your body closer to his.  You arch up against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against your thigh. You press yourself against him, trying to pull him down onto you but are abruptly stopped when he releases you and wades back towards the deeper water.

…”Do you trust me..?” He asks wiping water from his face.

You sit squirming a bit before slowly standing and allowing him to take in full view of your completely unclothed body. Your skin goosebumped in the cold air and you take deep meaningful breaths as you wade into the cool water towards him. He watches you as you slowly make your way to him, shivering but not from the cold of the water. 

You reach out and wrap your hands around his neck, while he reaches up and grasps you by your waist again. You take a final deep breath and feel your feet lift off the bottom of the deep water floor. He reaches down and meets your lips with his, while you wrap your legs around his huge toned waist. This time not being as afraid, as you cling against him. Your aching core brushing up against his chiseled abs as you moan against him. Your tongues intertwine as you comb your fingers through his wet hair devouring his taste and grinding against him.

“I trust you Uhtred..” You tell him through a ragged breath.

His lips eagerly meet yours again. You squirm against him, your body burning hot and warming all the water around you as he wades up again out of the deep waters. He places you carefully on your back, his body concealing yours from the sun shining through the trees above you. You graze your hands along his jawline, feeling his wet chin hair against your fair fingertips as you suck at his mouth relishing in his sweet taste. He reaches down between your legs and you spread them open for him, wrapping them around his waist and urging him towards you.

His head cranes down in the crook of your neck

“Do you want this?” he asks in a kind, breathless whisper.

You push him up enough to meet his lips again and pant against him.

“Yes! I want it, I want you!...  …I want you… now!’ You plead against his mouth.

His hand between your thighs trails down closer towards your core and you gasp as his blunt fingertips gently brush against your aching center. 

You feel him smile against your lips as he touches you and you moan out against him. His eyes peer down at you glimmering a new blue you've never seen before. You moan and arch yourself back, panting, as his fingers trace the sensitive outline of your center. You reach down trying to find his hard cock to stoke and make him need you as much as you need him. He moans against you when you finally grasp him. You shoot him a devilish look and try eagerly to line your core up with him, pressing your bare breasts out against him as he pants above you. 

You line him up and reach your neck up to his lips, feeling the ever slight touch of his huge beating member brushing up against your center. The cold water cascading at your feet as you pant against him and finally feel his huge round tip push through your quaking folds. You cling desperately against him and arch yourself up towards him as you try to fill yourself faster with his huge beating member.

“Uhtred!” you gasp, biting into his shoulder, digging your teeth deep into his sensitive skin as you moan. 

He groans out against you and pushes further into your slick aching folds. 

You dig your fingers into his huge wet back, below his neck as you thrust up against him. His head cranes up and you watch as his eyes blink open and closed, as he bites back his bottom lip. You crane your neck up and meet his mouth sucking at his swollen bottom lip and finally, he presses you flat against the waters edge. Your back digging into the sand and stones beneath you as you feel his huge ember fill you entirely. 

You pant against him loudly as he stares down at you. You suck at his mouth trying to taste his determination for not having plunged deep into you long before this. You dig your heels into his thighs as he pulls out and slams back in against you, sending your whole body jolting as you cling against him. You both moan out, and you dig your nails further into the skin on his back. 

“Uhtred!..” You moan against him.

He  thrusts deep back in and out again, sending your body cascading into spasms of ecstasy…

~~~~

Hours later, deep in the woods you find yourself in an even more uncomfortable predicament than usual. 

"Come on ladies, what's with you today!? Put a little pep in those steps!"  Finan calls over his shoulder with more Sarcasm than you care to pay attention to.

Eadith rolls her eyes and scoffs before turning towards you. 

"Let's go.." She says with a sigh.

You grit your teeth and brace yourself yet again trying to hold yourself in the saddle from the gyrations that occur from the horse. 

Women having babies and riding back home hours later were a goddamn wonder to you at the moment. The truth was; you were sore. Really sore! And with every little bump and jostle of the ride on the horse, your core was not feeling any better. 

You tried your best to grin and bear it and couldn't help but allow a smile to grow across your face when you remembered the reason why you were sore to begin with…nonetheless, this ride was traitorous.

Hours later. You finally arrive between the gates of Corfe, eager to get off your house and take a seat on something much more forgiving…other than Uhtred… 

The group gathers outside the local tavern and you jump off all to eagerly adjusting your skirts as the men eye you suspiciously.  Uhtred has a faint smirk in his face as he sits on his horse still watching you. You play it off and begin unpacking your bedding before the rest of the group while they mount up and tether their horse securely nearby. You gather your belongings over your shoulder and wait patiently for the rest of the group before entering in towards the tavern nearby.

"You alright?" Eadith asks with a suspicious look.

You side eye her as you both pace on after the men waltzing up towards the entrance of the tavern. 

"Oh, I’m great!” You tell her through a slick smile. “...Details later…" you tell her hushed as you both watch the men insert themselves through the entrance. 

Inside, like much of the other ale house taverns you've stayed in, it is dimly lit, musty smelling and filled with local drunks. Nonetheless, you and Eadith smile politely, tipping your heads towards the ones that notice you, as you trail in after the men before you. Your arms, as well as Eadiths are very full and you accidentally stumble into her as she drops a bag from her filled arms. 

“Shoot!” she says bending over and trying to gather the bottles that have rolled out across the floor in front of her. You place your stuff on the dinghy floor and quickly try to gather the medical tonics.  A few gentlemen stir and laugh while you and Eadith rush to grab the items near their feet, while another younger looking man, quietly bends down and tries to gather some along with the two of you.

“Thank you so much” Eadith tells the man graciously as she gathers the bottles from him. 

The young man, seemingly not too intoxicated and clearly kindhearted,  smiles at Eadith with a blush on his face and brushes back his longer hair behind his ear. A heavy set man, one you recall pointing and laughing moments earlier, grips the young kind boy by his shoulder and roars with laughter in his ear towards Eadith. 

“Ahh, don’t pay any attention to these witch whores, my boy..” He belts out as the other men nearby roar in laughter.

The young boy's face turns solemn and concerned as the large and clearly very inebriated man turns to face him.  He shakes the young boy aggressively by the shoulders and stares deep into his helpless sorrowful face. 

“...They’ll suck your soul right out of your johnny and sell it to the devil himself…all while making you pay handsomely for it…” He adds with a loud fit of laughter.

“You watch your tongue!” Eadith spits towards the large man.

He eyes her precariously, up and down her fair dressed body.

“Eadith, don’t mind him, let's just go..” You tell her quietly while packing the bottles into her bag.

She shoots you a daring look, furry and anger built up behind her eyes.

“No, they have no right to speak to us that way!” She says, peering back towards the man.  

He casts the kind boy aside and steps closer towards you and Eadith.

“Oh, I don't, do I?” He says with alcohol thick on his breath. 

He reaches out and grabs Eadith by the arm in a tight grip, she winces at his touch, while a few other men back you against a table and grip you harshly as well. 

“Let us see what I’ll be calling you two she devils, when you’re under me!” He screams around the crowd.

The men around begin to chant and roar.

The ugly fat man is face to face with Eadith; spitting angrily against her face as he speaks, while you feel yourself being lifted up off the ground and drop the satchel of medical bottles again.  The men begin to trail down the hallway with you in hand when you hear a voice boom over the fit of evil laugher filling the air.

“Gentlemen!” His deep stoic voice booms over the crowd.

Sihtric and Finan throw a few warning blows to the men who are holding you and they cower away quickly. 

“I do not believe King Edward would take kindly to how you’re addressing his own personal healers of Wessex!..” Uhtred speaks directly down to the fat man whose grip has now released Eadith.

You and Eadith gather your stuff from the floor again, quickly. You both peer around the crowd and scurry off towards Osferth who beckons you towards him, away from the gathering of men. You  both scurry away towards him, hearing Uhtred's voice address the crowd who have caused more of a commotion than you’re sure they wished. Sihtric and Finan, stand flipping their small hand daggers around in the air as Uhtred continues to scold the crowd of grown men. 

“...You and your friends are unwelcome here as long as we’re here..” he tells the fat man peering down into his round appalled face. “Now get out, before me and my men throw you out..” He tells him directly pointing towards the door.

The other men have already backed slowly towards the door, while the little fat leader peers up into Uhtred's eyes, wanting to make a show of his disgrace for the crowd. 

“This is my tavern, you and your men are going to have to throw me out if you don’t want to see the sight of me..” He says as bravely as he can. 

Uhtred stands above staring deeply down at the troublemaker and wipes a smirk from his face.

“...Very well…” He says turning back to face Sihtric and Finan with a knowing look.

Sihtric and Finan look at eachother and nod, before hesitantly approaching the fat little man, presumably pissing himself by now. 

Over the crowd Uhtred's eye meets with yours as you stand beside Eadith and Osferth.  He casts you a look of sorrow and pity, with which you tilt your head a bit and bat your eyes towards him. He holds his gaze for a moment before turning back towards the clearly intimidated fat man and instantly pulls his huge arm up back behind his head and swiftly punches the fat man in the jaw; his round little body growing limp instantly as he falls to the floor.

Uhtred huffs a bit before spitting on the man while Finnan and Sihtric grab the limp round body and drag him out the doorway. Uhtred casts his gaze towards you again; as he paces huge strides towards you, straightening his shirt and clutching his sword in his belt. You roll your eyes a bit trying to bite back your smirk as he makes his way over to the three of you.

“Shall I show you ladies to your room?” he asks, a bit breathless as you and Eadith follow him down the dark hallway towards the inn's rooms.

You shake your head a bit at Eadith, who is all too busy giggling herself to death; as you pace into the darkness with Osferth close in toe.

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Winchester Girl Chapter 4

Warnings: RatedR, swearing, smoking, angst, fluff, smut, violence  

New York, present day.

You realize most of your weapons were left in the bar on the counter with your purse, however not being your first rodeo; far from your first, you think about the things you have on you and what steps you should take next.  You try and plot out the way from the bar to the nest they must be bringing you to. Their clearly young vamps, their campsite not far from the hub of the nightlife in the town, a rookie move if nothing else. 

They pull into the deserted shopping plaza and drive around back to a dark tree covered alley along the fence line. They stop and drag you out of the car, you manage to make a dramatic performance of spitting the dingy rag from your mouth out in the process, and the blonde vamp picks it up and stuffs it back in unapologetically. You feel the little bits of gravel on the rag and try your best to ignore it as any normal person being kidnapped would do.  They walk you into the guarded doors and you're greeted by a few more vamps from their nest. 

One thin kid, and two older looking adults. Clearly the leaders of the pack; you do your best to act accordingly. 

“Well, well, well..what do we have here…?” The older man approaches you, walking circles around, and taking in the full view of you. You cry slightly, trying to impress him with your fear. He grabs a handful of your hair and whips your head back craning his head down to your neck. He takes a long dramatic inhale smelling you and chuckles eyeing the others.

“I love the way they smell when they're scared…” he says with his laughter. 

Any moment now, they should be tying you up and leaving you for the night, perhaps even venture back out to try and kidnap some more recruits.

Unfortunately, your thought is wrong; as they gather the most recent, and clearly starving recruits to begin feasting on you. You whine and cry against the gravel covered rag in your mouth., in actual panic this time.  The hungry, and clearly novice recruits circle you. You try to count them, two..three…four!

You quickly try to think through the plan in your head again as you watch them circle you; ravaged with hunger.

You know there's a vial of dead man's blood in your waistband; but while being tied up, you have no way of getting to it. A small silver dagger strapped to the inside band of your bra…again renders useless without the use of your hands. One of the rookies jumps eagerly on you and you collapse under the weight of her.  She sits, ravenously shaking on top of you and you pant through the rag as you try to pry your hand from the ties. The other three begin surrounding you and your eyes dart watching and counting carefully how many foes you’ll have to defend yourself from. 

The ravenous girl on top opens her mouth, exposing her newly erupted fangs ready to take a bite into you. The other starving newbies begin to pull at your shoulders from opposite sides. Regardless of the pain, it does help loosen the rope around your wrists. You feel your ties finally break away, and instantly punch the unknowing vamp to your left, square in the jaw. You knock the quaking vamp off from you and grasp the silver dagger from your bra. The quaking vamp rolls across the dirty floor a few times, before looking up and seeing you’ve stabbed another one of her friends.  

She snarls on the floor, watching as you slice through the rope at your legs you jump up and aim it at the three remaining baby vamps cornering you. The elder vamps of the nest notice the racket and emerge from the shadows; forming a tighter wall around you.

(Fuck!)

The door bursts open; Dean armed and ready to clear the nest in a few moments. You breath in a deep breath and lunge at one of the new baby vamps; his fangs aimed for your throat. You stab him in the chest and he falls to the ground instantly. Another newly transitioned vamp nearby leaps from the darkness towards you. You duck and roll to the opposite corner and stand quickly to find yourself face to face with the elder member of the nest.

Dean yells out your name from the other side of the room. He makes his way over to you slicing and slaughtering through vamps in the process. The leader backs you against the wall, knocking the little silver dagger out of your hands in the process. His fangs outstretched ready to turn you, not just drink you…

You hear the plunge as Dean stabs him through the back; straight into his fast beating heart and watches as a small stream of blood begins to pool out the side of his mouth. He falls against the floor at your feet and you stand facing Dean; panting and shivering a bit.  The vial of dead man's blood falls from your hand to the ground between the two of you and it's only then you notice the massive pile of dead bodies laid around you.

“..Thanks…” You utter through breaths.

Dean, breathless as well, crouches down wiping the blood from his knife on a nearby t-shirt from a fallen vamp. 

“Don’t mention it..”

~~~~

“That was a really stupid move Y/N!” Dean yells trailing in long strides out towards ‘baby’.

“Oh, come on! Neither one of us knew they'd attack in the bathroom!” You cry from behind him. “I was fine!..”

“You know the drill!” Dean shouts angrily. “Stay put and keep your head down till we get there…till I get there!  …I knew this was a bad idea!”

“Dean, stop it. I was fine, and you know I’m not completely useless!” You try to plead to him.

“Something could have happened!” He yells.

“But it didn't!” you scream back.

“Well it would have, if I hadn't shown up!”

“Oh, just shut up!” 

You angrily rip the door open the passenger side door of the impala, which is stopped by Dean’s huge angry hand. He slams it closed; pinning you between him and the car as his eyes burn down against yours. You pant as you stare back up with anger as your eyes begin to blur a bit with tears well up.

“You don’t know a damn thing about what I’m capable of!” You shout at him.

“Oh yeah!? That's what you think, Y/N?” He screams back.

“Yeah! I could have taken each and every one of those assholes out!” 

“Oh, really!?”

“I could have wiped out that whole nest, without you or Sam riding along and getting in the way!”

“You think so?” He yells through a sarcastic chuckle.

“I know so!”

“The hell you could! You’re such an idiot Y/N, Who the hell are you trying to kid here! I know you better than you know you; and we both know you never could have done that!”

“Oh you think so?!” You spat against him, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Yeah! I sure do!”

“If you know me so well, then why the hell aren't you kissing me yet!?...” 

Dean’s arm swoops down around you lifting you up against the car before colliding his huge soft lips with yours. You drink in his flavor and gasp against him.  Your arms wrapped up around his neck as your fingers dance through his hair against his scalp. His tongue invades your mouth and you moan against him a bit. He pulls back; your hands dancing in his hair. 

“No!” You gasp, pulling him by the neck back against your lips.

Dean sucks at your bottom lip as his hands grip your waist. He slides his hands up your little black satin dress, exploring the curves along your sides.  You pant against him, eagerly sucking his tongue into your mouth and devouring his taste. 

“Dean..” You say biting back your mouth as you press your forehead against his in a breathless voice.

He cranes his head up, wiping the faint tear marks on your cheek, and stares at you with a dangerous smirk.

“Bratt..”

“Asshole…” You reply, smirking back at him.

“Get your ass in the damn car!” Dean hollars through a smirk, as he walks around the back of ‘baby’.

“Quit telling me what to do already!” You say trying your best to hold back a giggle.

‘Road to nowhere’ by Ozzy starts playing in ‘baby’ as you peer out into the darkness through your window.  You pull your legs up and lean against the door and perch your chin on your hand as you feel the wave of tiredness blanket itself over you.  Dean taps his thumb against the steering wheel as he stares out onto the headlights against the pavement. 

“I still find it all a mystery

Could it be a dream?..”

As your eyes flutter open and closed you decide not to try and shake the memories of Sam's huge arms clutching around you while you drift off to sleep..

“The road to nowhere...

Leads to me..”

Kansas; the Bunker 7 years ago

You turn the corner down the bankers hall towards Sam's room with a load of freshly folded laundry in your arms, halting at his doorway, when you spy the huge man standing over something near the side of the bed. 

“What’re you up to..?” You ask, placing the basket of laundry on the end of the bed.

Sam turns around and clears his throat after stumbling over the jumbled words in his mouth.  He smiles and moves aside a bit, showing off the cute little bedside table. The tan little stand fully equipped with a lamp, a picture of the two of you framed, and your current folk lore book. 

“I uhh, I got you your own so you don’t have to keep your phone and books on the floor anymore…” He says with a faint embarrassed smile. “I know it's not much, but..”

“I love it!”  you say with a giggle; walking over and inspecting the easy open drawer.  

You peer up at him and smile, he stands uncomfortably smiling back at you. He reaches up and rubs at the back of his neck.

“Yeah?.. I don’t want you to feel like you have too..you know keep it..or…” 

You giggle watching him clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed that you caught him in the middle of setting up the kind gesture. 

“Relax Sam..” You tell him with a scoff; while reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

He seats himself down on the side of the bed cradling you in his arms as you press your lips against his.

“It's perfect. Thank you..” You tell him running your fingers up his huge broad neck to his scalp and through his thick long hair.

“Yeah…” he says with a smile as he pulls you down on top of him.

Ozzy's voice booms from Dean's bedroom as you straddle Sam's lap, trailing kisses down his huge broad neck. He hums beneath you and you quickly begin stripping him of his many layers. Your hands trace down his huge chest and you lean in against him;  invading his mouth with your tongue, his massive hands stroke your sides as he pulls your shirt from over your head.  He breaks his mouth from yours and sucks at your neck as you grind against him moaning. 

He flips you over onto your back against the bed, fumbling with the buttons of your pants as you moan eyeing him. He strips off your pants, then thong; onto the floor and you arch your back with your legs up, bracing for his touch. He grabs you by your waist and slides you down the bed towards the edge towards him. The basket of clean folded laundry tumbling to the floor in the process. His mouth instantly at your center, his huge hot tongue curling around your sensitive bud as you groan against the sheets. He grips your asscheeks with his giant hands and holds you still against him. His tongue dances and weaves around all the sensitive nerves at your core.

“Fuck Sam!” you cry out.

He groans against you as you feel his huge fingers release your ass and reach in between your soaked, aching folds. You gasp as the pleasure washes over you. He curls his fingers up inside you and you wrap your legs around his neck as your body tenses and the waves begin to build up inside you. 

“Sam!” You pant as you buck up towards him.

“Yeah, that's it, isn't it” he says, pulling his head away and watching you squirm as your high washes over you.

“No, come here!” You pant as he edges you on.

He holds you down against the bed; circling his huge thumb around your sensitive bud and curls his fingers in and out as you come undone on the bed before him. 

“Sam!” You squeal.

He groans watching you as you cry out; finally succumbing to the incredible orgasm he prys from you.

“Right there, come on Y/N, cum for me…” he says as his hands gyrate between your legs.

Sam sucks at your core again, lapping you up as you come undone beneath him.

He stands and tosses his shirt to the ground as you pant on the bed under him,

“Come here..” You giggle as he leans down meeting your mouth with his. 

He devours your taste and you moan against him still riding out your high.  He pulls back with a giant grin across his face and you hear the Ozzy lyrics echo louder down the hallway.

“Oh shit…” Sam gasps, grasping at the blankets and wrapping them over your exposed half. You lay breathless beside Sam on the bed and roll on your side.  

‘..You got to, you got to, you got to lead to me..’

The giant footsteps striding down the hallway stopping at Sam's doorway as you bury your head in the blankets next to Sam's giant chest. 

“Dude…shut the frickin door!” Dean says slamming the door shut.

“Sorry!” Sammy replies, wiping the glistening juices from his mouth. 

You cackle under the blankets as Sam rolls over and pulls you on top of him…

New York, present day.

The car rumbles low and you awake startled as it rolls into the rundown looking motel with a half broken flashing sigh. Dean hops out and strides off towards the office as you try to shake the steamy memory of Sam's magic hands and what they were capable of making you do. You stretch your arms out as a yawn escapes you.  Peering at your phone the screen flashes 2:03 AM.

(Must have tried to drive all through the night..) You assume with another yawn. 

Dean returns and hands you the key to the motel room, he grabs your bags from the back and follows behind you towards the dank looking motel door. You jiggle the key and the door creaks open, you reach around and flip on the light switch teetering in towards the bed in the middle of the room. You hear Dean drop your bags and dart for the bathroom. It's only then you open your still sleep ridden eyes and see there's only one bed in the room.  

Dean reappears a few moments later and grabs a beer from the pile of bags. You rub your eyes a bit and see his arm outstretched towards you; a capless cold beer hovering before your face. You sit up on your elbows and take long meaningful sips.

“One bed?” You say after a few sips.

“It's 2 in the morning Y/N, you're lucky I even got this.” he replies before slugging the rest of the beer down.  

You roll your eyes and set your half drank beer on the floor before regrettably getting up and sleepily heading towards the bathroom to shower.

There's nothing you want to do more right now than slip into a hot steamy shower and rinse the remnants of vamp blood from your body. You lean against the sink and peer into the mirror, shaking your head, you laugh a bit to yourself. You reach up and allow your hair to cascade down over your shoulders, rubbing a bit at your scalp where it was held before.

You start the shower and slip out of your shoes and dress, allowing it to fall to the floor around your feet. Pull back the shower curtain and slip behind it. The hot water instantly settles your body's pains and aches. You allow the water to wash over you and soak your hair.  Peering down you realize you forgot your bag out in the other room. Of all nights, tonight you are not going to skip actually washing your body for creature blood; 2am or not. You sigh heavily and pull back the curtain just enough for your face to peek out into the steamy bathroom.

“...Dean?” You shout over the running water.

You wait a moment then finally hear his reply.

“Can you grab my shower stuff out of my bag?... Please?..” You ask, waiting for a delayed response again. 

Finally the door knob turns and through the thick steam drifting around the bathroom, you spy his gleaming green eyes peering back at you. He smirks and licks his lips before stepping in a few feet reaching out and handing you your bottles of soap. You grip the shower curtain in your hand and carefully reach out trying not to expose anything more than needed to him.

“Thanks..” you tell him kindly.

“You, know…this is more soap than Sammy and I use in a year..” he says, passing your shower bag over to you through the doorway.

“Oh, come on, this ain't even half of what I got at home..” you reply with a snicker.

He shakes his head as he passes bottle, after bottle over to you. 

“Yeah… I remember…” he says, backing away towards the door.

Hearing the click of the door latching shut, you quickly lather yourself up and try to breathe deeply through the steam, unable to stop the memories spiraling around in your mind…

Me too…

Kansas Bunker, 4 years ago

You were just finishing cleaning up breakfast, almost an entire package of Bacon and 4 eggs over easy with 3 pieces of toast smothered in butter for Dean; heart attack special you called it as you placed it in front of him. Along with 2 ham and veggie omelets for yourself and Sam. While Dean denied ever needing cream in his motor oil thick coffee, Sam was pleasantly surprised at the difference a splash of cream could make and soon, he took you up each time you offered it to him. Grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning was the least you could do while they allowed you and Finn to stay. 

Your ex; Finns dad, had ran off on a drug bender for the last time and you decided to abandon the disgusting run down trailer he had inherited from his deadbeat father. You hit the road the first chance you got and never looked back…ending up in Kansas knocking on the bunker door within a few days; unsure of where else to go. Before you could even open your mouth to get a ‘hello’ out, they had carried yours and Finns bags down to your own room. It was dim and the only ‘homey’ touch was a bedside table with an old dusty lamp between the two twin beds. It smelt damp and musty and you sighed a bit, sitting down on the end of one of the beds.

“Thanks guys…” You say as Finn, less than 2 at the time; toddles his hardest up against the side of the bed where you were sitting. 

You picked up the crying toddler, who was eyeing Dean and Sam. You tried your hardest to hush him and soon Sam squatted down and began talking in a lighter tone to him. Finn, still unsure and only knowing of men that yelled and cursed in a drunken fit of rage, hid his face into your chest as you patted his back. 

“You’re okay, Finn, you're safe..” You said pecking a little kiss on the top of his golden head.

“Muum..” He cooed a bit against you.

You patted his back and realized he had not eaten anything besides a bag of goldfish a few hours prior.

“So uhh.. Are you guys hungry?”

The kitchen hadn’t changed in the slightest; besides being messier than you left it. You started frying up a whole package of bacon, cooking eggs, making omelets, and toasting toast.  Just like that, it was almost as if you had never left. Besides the addition of Finn, you all fell back quickly into the routines of life before…

Sam never called the two of you anything a proper name (per usual), and he didn’t have to. Within the first week of your arrival, you found the unfamiliar walls too much and asked him to sleep in bed with you. He did, even if he barely fit on the little twin mattress with you… And you slept better than you had in years wrapped in those huge muscular arms clutching you so perfectly. In the morning, you woke in a daze unaware as to where he had gone. Finn was curled up next to you in his playpen; which the boys had gone out and gotten for you after they realized the bunker was far from baby friendly. 

They came home with arms full of huge boxes and a car load of everything imaginable, some far too small for Finn, some too big; a highchair, changing table, toys, walkers, playpen, baby gates, a stroller, car seats, baby monitors, bibs, kid silverware and place settings, a tiny ride on car (Chevy of course) diapers, bath soap, you name it. It was honestly shocking, as much as it was a surprise, and even more of a shock when Sam later confessed most of it was from Dean's well rounded knowledge of parenting; not Sam’s. 

Sam remained a gentleman through the years, and allowed you to take it slow as you had just gotten out of a pretty rough relationship and were trying to navigate the single mom life. He never made a move or pressured you through the nights you asked him to lay next to you in the cold bunkers room. However, after about a month of barely being able to keep himself up on the tiny twin size mattress next to you, you moved Finn's playpen into his room next to your side of the bed. 

You sat down on the side of it and propped the receiver end of the baby monitor on the side table next to the bed… It took you a moment but you realized; it was the same side table he had brought home for you all that time ago. You ran your fingers across the top of it and smiled to yourself. Finn babbled in his playpen beside you, and you listened intently as the long striding footsteps approached the doorway from the hallway.  You pulled the singing toy hanging on the side of the playpen for Finn and smiled up at Sam. He shoved his huge hands down into his pockets and smiled back, watching you two in his room.

“This is…so… such a strange thing to see..” he says softly with a chuckle.

You sit back on the side of the bed and pat the side next to you.  Sam hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to you and reached down into the playpen to pull the toy for Finn again. 

“You kept the table..” You say quietly pointing to the side table you remember him being so embarrassed about.

“Yeah… I uhh.. I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away…” He says anxiously.

You reach over and pull the little silver knob open, spying a bunch of condoms from different boxes.  

“Uhhh…” 

You turn and see his face of fear as he reaches over and closes it carefully. You laugh to yourself as you watch the redness build up in his face.

“Sam, it's fine!” you cackle watching him grow redder by the second. 

He laughs uncomfortably with you and you grab his hand in yours. You hold it in your own for a moment looking at it; the calluses that have only grown more pronounced, the huge weathered knuckles that must have punched countless monsters in the face…and humans. The lines running in different directions on his palm…You remember laying in bed with his arm over you comparing the lines on your palm to his. You both had a ‘v’ in the middle that met at another line and then abruptly stopped… It was still there; yours and his.

You peer up into his glimmering eyes as he watches you examine his hand in confusion. You smile at him with a giggle in your mouth..

“Your hands haven't changed…”

He eyes you suspiciously and you both allow a laugh to fill the air for a moment. Finn coos and Sam reaches down pulling the singing toy for him again. He sits back up meeting your look again and you allow a long silent moment to pass as you stare at his sweet familiar face.  His little drawn up lips sitting right above his chiseled chin, the stubble forming around the curves of his upper lip and on the sides of his cheeks. His hair framing his toned jaw and his eyes peer back down at you the same way they once did…

“You haven't changed a bit..” You say through a smile.

“Is that a good thing..?” he asks sarcastically.

You reach up and place your hand softly against his cheek and pat at his soft skin..

“It's whatever you think it should be..” You say before pulling him down towards you and your lips finally meeting at last.  You breathe in his scent as he kisses you back tenderly but cautiously. You reach up your other arm and pull him closer to you, then he finally wraps his huge arm around your waist and pulls you up towards him. You moan against him and allow your hands to linger at his neck when you finally break the kiss. He presses his huge forehead against yours and you lean back towards him.

“...Y/N… I gotta tell… you something..before I…”

Finn fusses in his playpen and you sigh, releasing your hands from around his huge neck. You lean over and pluck Finn from his spot resting him on your hip bouncing him a bit as you try to hush him. 

“I gotta go change him..” You say heading towards the doorway. 

Sam sits and nods with his signature fake smile on his face as you head towards the hallway. You stop and turn back towards Sam who's pouting at the edge of the bed. 

“Well, I guess Ozzy was right…” You say waiting for him to meet your eye. “The road to nowhere lead to you…” You tell him bravely before disappearing back out towards the hallway.

Was it love? It had to be love. Whole heartedly and entirely since the moment he saved you. But you couldn't deny the fact that your heart was never truly just his and his alone… No matter the distance, the amount or time, and now even a kid… You loved him…but not just him…

New York, present day.

You walk out from the bathroom, your hair in a towel and sit on the edge of the bed; Dean grabs his bag heading towards the still steaming bathroom and closes the door behind him. You sprawl out on the blankets and pull your phone out; 2:37am.  You climb under the covers and hold your phone screen close to your face scrolling through the nonsense of your facebook timeline; reading about people's joyful adventures and weekends they're having. Most of the people you had known before meeting the Winchester brothers probably assumed you fell off the face of the planet… How were you supposed to make a post about slaying a vamp nest on a Friday night?

You locked your phone and set it on the nearby side table just as you hear the 'click' to the bathroom door. Turning in your spot, you spy Dean approaching from the steamy bathroom. In a white tee shirt and a faded pair of pj pants. His hair; still sexy as all hell, sticking up on end from being wet. He drops his bag and rummages around the bottom of it for a charger. You roll back over facing away from him and try to suppress the dangerous memories that make your core throb. 

You hear him curse at the side table as he struggles to plug the phone charger in, then he makes his way around the room hitting all the light switches off. He locks the door and draws the blinds, securing every other entry into the motel room before making his way back over to the other side of the bed. He pulls back the blankets beside you and you turn over on your side towards him, eyeing him with a concerned look.

“I think we’re past being concerned about cooties, don’t ya think?..” He says climbing under the blankets next to you. 

You chuckle to yourself and throw a pillow between the two of you.  Dean scoffs and reaches up towards the light switch next to him and turns it off. 

“I won't try anything if you don’t.. He says with a smirk.

“Oh please, Dean Winchester on his best behavior…that's a first…” You say with sarcasm thick in your throat.

You lean back against your pillow and pull the covers up over your shoulder. 

“Oh come on, you've slept in the passenger's seat next to me, a hundred times..” he says with some sincerity in his tone.. “Never tried anything then, did I?” 

Dean lets out a long sigh as you raise an eyebrow, even though he can't see you. Thinking back on the realization of most of those times was likely because Sam was in the back seat.. But also recall, on the rare occasion he wasn’t.  Hell, at times, you had hoped he would reach an arm over between your thighs and keep it there…just long enough…

You shake off the thoughts and nestle your head down into the pillow and try to drift off to sleep besides the wicked man inches…fucking inches from you. In the same bed as you nonetheless! You squirm a bit and try to empty your mind before drifting off to sleep…

“You don't want me to try anything…do you?” He asks in a rugged whisper.

“Goodnight Dean!” you call sternly from your place.

…try anything no… perhaps just do what you will with me…well thats another story…

Kansas Bunker 4 years earlier 

“Pour some sugar on me…

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah…

…Do you take sugar? One lump or two?"

The lyrics belt out on Dean's stereo as you walk past the closed door towards the bathroom; towels in hand. You bobbed your head to the beat unbeknownst to what was lurking on the other side.  

In the shower ‘hall’ you liked to call it; you turned the water red hot and began to undress.  You comb through your hair with a wide tooth comb and peer over at Finn's baby monitor on the counter. Hoping the water was warm by now, you slide in behind the foggy plastic curtain and allow the water to soak deep into your hair, along with the pains from living with the two Winchester boys for so long untouched…

You had been staying with the boys for almost six months now, and were grateful neither of them ever tried to pry deeper into the depths as to why you showed up on their doorstep.  Your main priority was Finn, and the boys respected and understood that without you having to ever put words to it.  Even with sharing a bed with Sam every night, he refrained from making any moves; most of the time you appreciated and admired the personal restraint he had, but you did have your suspicions as to why he never, not even once, tried to push his luck with you… 

 Deep into your conditioner cycle, leaning over in the narrow stall with a pink razor in hand at your leg lathered in shaving cream; you hear the bathroom door creak open.  

“Just a few more minutes..” you call out over the tall shower stall.

You peek out behind the shower curtain and wonder if Finn had awoken from his nap or anything of the sorts. The monitor on the sink tells you he's still asleep; logically, one of the guys must have just not known you were in the shower.  You continue on your long cream covered leg and rinse the remnants off.  

Dipping your face into the hot water a few more times making sure you got a complete full rise of everything off.  You hear the shower curtain jingle as it's being pulled back. You freeze momentarily, unsure of what you hear and bite back the smile growing across your face.

(Jesus Christ, took you long enough!)  You think as you remain still for a moment longer, taking your time allowing the hot water to fall over your face a few more times.

“Well, Sam...” You say with a giggle.

Wiping the water from your face, you turn around cautiously spying Dean approaching you slowly with his eyes set on you, filled with lust, want, and seemingly not about to back down.  You wipe your eyes again, making sure it is in fact who you think is walking towards you. His green eyes glimmering as you wrap your arms up around his huge shoulders in the foggy stall;  he reaches out towards you and effortlessly picks you up pinning you against the shower stall. You moan out against him as his lips meet yours. He's eager and ready, you feel his hard cock pressed up under your butt and groan as he slams his palm against the shower stall holding you with one arm. 

Your tongues collide and he invades your mouth ready and eager as you moan with him.  You can't help but buck towards him with your aching core as you groan against him. He pulls away, still pinning you against the cold shower wall, breathless as he stares at you.

“...I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have..”

“Don’t you dare!” You gasp, pulling his face back towards yours.

Dean devours your mouth with his, his fingertips digging into your waist as he holds you up against the shower wall. You wrap your legs around his waist and dig your hands through his soft wet hair. He sucks at your neck trailing down your chest. He grasps your breast with his huge calloused hand. And you grab a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back and meeting his eyes. You buck against him as he pins you against the shower wall, lining himself up with your aching core. You whine anticipating the sensation of him filling you.

Your eyes flutter as you feel his throbbing tip caress against your sensitive core, and he groans watching you take him in inch by inch. You can't help but cry out when you feel him pressed up against you; he reaches his hand up and covers your mouth, muffling your cries of pleasure a bit.  He sucks at your neck as he slowly pumps in and out of you, your legs locked around him as you shudder with each thrust. Your stomach coiling as you buck against him, he finally captures your mouth with his again and you suck eagerly as your orgasm builds in your center.

He grunts against you, biting your bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth as you try to hush the rhythmic moans spilling from your mouth. 

“Y/N!” 

“Dean!” you moan against him as you uncurl in his arms, filled with him as he pants, still holding your tingeing body in his arms. 

~~~~

The next day, Sam and Dean are packing for their hunt in Indiana; you stand in the hallway peering in towards both boys packing up their necessities for the hunt; guns, clean underwear and socks. Dean meets your eye and your breath catches in your throat. He strides towards you with a faint look of sorrow and lust in his eyes.  He extends his arms out and you carefully pass Finn over to him, trying your best to clear the gasp caught in your throat. Sam; only a step behind him, comes in and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him with a long, meaningful hug.  You swallow back the lump in your throat and breathe in his familiar scent with your face pressed against his chest. He pecks a quick kiss on the top of your hair and releases you, taking Finn in his arms and talking in a cutesy voice to him. Dean stands back against the giant dining table, eyeing you with a pained look on his face and regardless of the thoughts or conversations that may lead; hold your head steady as you walk over towards him and embrace him in a hug. The room grows quiet from Sam's cutesy tone talking to Finn, and you allow yourself a  long, deep breath of Dean as well. 

He feels so much like his brother, but also so different at the same time. You breathe in the same scents of their shared laundry detergent and soap, but it’s not the same, not better or worse, but also not the same. You feel Dean's face nestled in your hair and you try your best to avoid his look when you finally release him from your embrace. You smile at Sam and he hands Finn back to you with a precarious smile on his face. 

No one says a word, as they gather their bags and make their way towards the door of the bunker. You stand bouncing Finn on your hip as you watch them walk out the door. 

“We love you guys..” You call faintly to them both.

Sam stops and smiles back towards you as he closes the door and you allow a huge long awaited breath to escape you.  At that moment, you made a decision. You figured at the time, it was what was best for everyone. 

“Well, Finley…I guess we should start packing as well…”

On the next chapter of Winchester Girl

Tags: @nancymcl @123passwort

"New York, present day.

You hear Dean's alarm buzzing on the side table next to him and roll over. He seems to be snoozing peacefully through it; you try to flatten the thin pillows over your head. Finally, it gives up and you settle back into your spot and doze back off to sleep. Only to be awoken 9 mins later by the buzzing again.

"God damnit!" You curse under your breath."

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Winchester Girl Chapter 3

Warnings: RatedR, smoking, swearing, violence, angst, fluff, smut 

On the road to New York, present day.

You awake hours later jolted around in the front seat of ‘baby’. You wipe the sleep from your eyes and peer out the window sighting trees and leaves all around you. You turn and see Dean closing his door as you sit up and look further around the car. You open your door and step out into the soft floury dirt beneath your feet. Deans head peers over the top of ‘baby’ and he jumps a bit.

“Whoa, thought you were asleep!” he says, caught off guard. “Just uhhh, emptying the main drain..” he says as you catch his drift and scoff a bit.

You crawl back into your seat and try your best to keep your eyes away from Dean's back…however tempting you must admit…

You reach down under yourself in the seat feeling for your phone and with no luck, finally find it resting on the floor by your feet. You swipe it open; spying 2 missed calls from Sam and immediately, your heart drops. 

Dean opens his door and sits down harshly next to you.

“Did you get a call from Sam?!” you ask frantically.

“Yeah, he said he tried to get a hold of you to tell you..” 

Your heart stammers in your chest as the lump in your throat begins to well up.

“..That he got Finn off the bus and they were headed for the playground...” He finishes with a blank face.

You sink into your seat with a relieved sigh as the fear washes away from you slowly.

Dean looks you over, a few times with concern painted across his face. He shuts his door and shoves the keys into the ignition. 

“You need to go?” he asks through a furred brow.

“Go?” you ask as your mind is still spinning with panic.

“Piss! Damnit Y/N, what is with you?!” Dean shouts angrily. 

You swallow hard and grab your purse before stepping back out on the soft ground and pace into the woods a bit out of sight from the car.

You crouch down and relax, while you rifle through your purse for a cigarette, only two remaining in the lonesome pack. You light it up before finishing your ‘piss’ as Dean so kindly put it; and begin back towards the car. You puff heavily at the cigarette and Dean honks the horn impatiently as you stub the other half out and toe it into the soft dirt ground. 

You slam your door with a sigh and drop your purse on the floor by your feet; pull your phone out, and immediately dial Sam.  He answers in a few rings and you gleefully apologize for being asleep earlier when he tried to call. You reminded him of bedtime, teeth brushing, as well as no snacks for Finn after 8 o’clock. He then puts the phone up to Finn's ear and you hear him babble on through the line.

“Mommy!...I’m so excited to spend the whole weekend with Uncle Sam, he said we can get ice cream, and go to the park again tomorrow, and…” his little voice trails off in the background as Sam reassures you they’re fine and he’ll make sure Finn is well taken care of.

“Thanks Sam, I really owe you one…”

“Anytime, we’re having a blast together (right buddy?)” You hear Finn squeal in the background with glee.

“..Just call me if you need anything, anything at all!”

“I will, I promise Y/N..”

“Oh..and Sam… be safe?”

You hear the dial tone click and pull the phone away from your ear, locking it and setting it beside you on the seat with a sigh.

“..Be safe?” Dean says in a suspicious voice, eyeing you. “Alright, Y/N, What is going on here!?” he demands loudly.

“What do you mean?!” you ask shrilly.

“You know what I mean..” he answers in his deep ‘Dean’ voice. 

You sigh and palm your face turning away from him. You knew he clearly had picked up on a common quote you always said in certain situations. 

‘Be safe’ … It was how you ended; every phone call, every text, and every encounter, when any of you, were on a hunt. You hadn’t realized till now, but Dean was clearly picking up and recalling the old habits, just as you were.

Dean remains quiet, looking out towards the road and you shift uncomfortably in your seat deciphering the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into. The little details he had remembered after all this time, struck a chord with you that didn’t sit right and made you even more on guard. You shake your head again, wiping at your eyes, caulking it up to an easily digestible conclusion; every time the Winchester brothers showed up at your door, the instinct to run, to hide, keep quiet, and keep Finley safe at any cost was reignited deep within you. No matter how hard you tried to suppress it and forget about it, the moment those two showed back up, it all came rushing back. Regardless of time or space you put between yourself and the life you once lived..it all came rushing right back.

Kansas 7 years ago…

You toss back the rest of your dirty martini and slam the glass down on the bar. You grab your purse, swinging it around your tiny exposed shoulder bidding Millie and Al; the bartenders of the evening, good night. Your heels click behind you towards your car. You take out your phone and the light from the screen blinds you from everything else around you. Checking your facebook status you updated a few hours before. A drinken picture of you  with your friend Holly, at the bar you're currently walking out of.  You hear a noise in the distance.  You click the phone off and peer around the darkness, your eyes not having adjusted from the phone screen yet. Another rustling occurs, closer you believe now.  Your heels click faster towards your car and you struggle for a moment to get your key out and unlock your door. Finally it pops open and your voice halts in your throat as you gasp. Holly’s arm flops out from your front seat of the car, her throat slashed and blood everywhere. You let out a blood curdling scream and feel a set of hands around your waist and mouth. 

~~~~

Your head heaves from pain and you groan a bit. Batting your eyes open peering around in the dim room, hearing a constant ‘drip’ ‘drip’ ‘drip’; coming from the darkness.  Panicked, you try to get up and discover your body tethered to a metal post on the floor. You try desperately for who knows how long to untie the rope around you and break free of it; at no use. Between the constant drips and your fearful crying, you have no way to know how much time passed.

You hear the heavy metal door latching closed, desperately trying to choke back your cries. Nothing in your life had ever prepared you for this moment or any of the events that lead up to the life you soon would be leading. Unsure of what to do, you keep your head down and your eyes closed as you hear the footsteps approach. You feel you must at least try and see your attacker; carefully through the curtain of hair falling down over your face, bravely trying to catch a glimpse, or any detail you might be able to use to help describe this creep… if you ever got the chance to, at least. 

Fortunately for you, the captor ignores you completely, as you listen intently to the sounds it makes nearby.  It has no issue with the towering man's body that’s being dragged in, a few yards from you.  You spy the victim's hand rolling out onto the floor and blink your eyes shut as hard as you can, trying with every fiber in your body to remain as still and quiet as possible. The captor ties up its new victim in the same manner you're tied up in, and you begin to hear him rustle awake a bit. His voice low and groggy; he asks where he is and the captor quickly beats the individual in the head, knocking him out cold again.

You shake violently and try to remain silent and still, your eyes squeezed shut so hard it hurts your head and deafens some sounds around you. You try to calm yourself and slowly open your eyes a bit to see the pointed toe of the same shoes you’re wearing. You instinctively snap your head up peering back at yourself standing with a bloodied shovel ready to strike you. You assume you must have screamed, at least for a moment; before everything went black again.

You awake, who knows how much later; seeing a huge man sitting on the ground in front of you, also tied. Noticing you’re awake, he talks kindly and gently to you, trying to get your attention. It takes you a moment to register where you are again and you try not to cry in front of the huge stranger. 

“It’s okay, you’re alright.” His voice steady and calm. “Hey, hey, hey! You’re gonna be okay!” He tells you reassuringly.

He’s enormous with a huge head of thick shaggy brown hair.  His face bleeds a bit from his lip and nose, though he seems to be completely unphased by his injuries.

“What the fuck is happening..” you sob between breaths.

“Y/N, are you Y/N?” 

You nod hesitantly, unsure of what's going on and whether or not you should actually trust him.

“Y/N, I promise, you're going to be alright..” he tells you, still much calmer than you would imagine someone to be in his current state. “I’m Sam, it's okay, my brother Dean and I are hunting the shapeshifter that kidnapped you.”

You can’t handle the information overload and just choke back sobs trying to understand the guy sitting strapped to a pole before you; just as helpless as you are.

“Y/N, do you have anything on you, we could use to cut these ropes?” He asks steady as can be. 

Through your sobs and sporadic breaths; you try to think. You knew you had your purse at one point but have no idea what happened to it in the process of being knocked out. You look down your body, assessing as well as you can, if you have anything useful on you and shake your head towards Sam.

“How about your shoe?.. Do you think you can manage to kick your shoe off over to me?” He encourages you kindly.

You gulp back a mouthful of blood and stare blankly at him before struggling a bit, and carefully use your other foot to pry off the tall black stiletto. You kick it as hard as you can over towards him and it lands within his reach…

Present day, New York.

After stopping for dinner, Dean and yourself make a plan to stop somewhere along the road, get ready for the bars, and hunt the Vamp nest tonight. According to the GPS on your phone, (something Dean still refused to trust), you two should arrive at the hotel around 8.  Depending on Dean's familiarity of the area, it's a good ballpark idea of when you’ll arrive… most of the time. 

9pm rolls around when you finally pull into the parking lot of the hourly motel. The cracked pavement of the lot is mostly empty, aside from the old buzzing neon motel signs. You both step out from the Chevy and look towards the scratched and dented door of your room. You shove a cigarette butt in between your lips and pat your coat down in search of your little pink lighter. 

With no luck you lean over around the hood of baby, 

"Dean!" You shout out, through gritted teeth. 

He turns towards you and rolls his eyes, waiting a long dramatic moment before he tosses his lighter across the hood of ‘baby’. You light your butt and exhale slowly as the faint rush creeps up your body. 

You allow a pleasant reassured smile, rest on your face as you walk the lighter back over to Dean who watches you.  You allow the sultry look on your face to linger as you cram your hand into your jean pocket and watch him sulk away towards the back of the impala. His cute little ass; just as bite-able as it was the first day you met him…

Kansas, 7 years earlier.

One thing lead to another, and soon enough you find yourself sitting on the hood of ‘baby’ waiting for Sam and Dean to emerge from the bunker for a gas station run.  It first started with Sam meeting you at work outside the local wellness center where you worked as a receptionist in a boring 9 to 5 position.  It paid well enough, and paid holidays off were a plus, but something never sat right with you as the months turned to years; sitting at the same desk, with the same old faded rolly chair, behind the same outdated computer. 

“Hey handsome” you mutter as Sam emerges from the bunker, strolling over to you, spreading your legs a bit before embracing you.  

He grabs you tenderly by the back of your neck with his massive hand and leans down, colliding your lips with him. You smile against him and wrap your arms around his huge towering neck clinging against him. He moans against you and you playfully bite at his lip as he groans lounder, digging his huge flingers into your little waist. You hear an audible ‘gross’ and reluctantly pry you head back from his. 

“God, can you two please, i'm begging you, keep your damn hands to yourself?! It’s 9am for Christ sake!” Dean booms waltzing over towards ‘baby’.

You pat Sam on the shoulder and turn your heads towards the Winchester brother, sighing heavily. You lean back seductively against the hood of ‘baby’ on your side eyeing the green eyed Winchester; adjusting your sunglasses on your face. You whistle as he approaches the driver's door and lick your lips with a loud smack.

“Sorry,... no can do padre, destiny calls!” 

You whip your head around to Sam who's getting in the passenger seat with a thick snicker in his throat. You hop down off the hood of ‘baby’ and Dean sternly reminds you not to scratch her.

“I know! I know!” you cry while walking towards the back seat. 

The word ‘dating’ never actually crossed yours or Sam's lips, but for about a year; give or take, you two shared a bed, a lot of steamy showers, ate dinners together in private, and talked about your futures together… But what also happened in that time was a lot of learning and training; slaying, potions, how to craft a hex bag, among many other protective symbols that were useful to know how to draw on walls, floors, and ceilings of buildings you wished to remain unseen in.  What could kill what, and what to never leave the bunker without. Your single woman attire of skimpy tank tops and booty shorts soon grew to layered jackets with an insane amount of pockets and steel toed boots lined with daggers under your jeans. 

Not to mention the hours of studying lore, mythical beings, Gods and Goddesses, demons, hellhounds, lucifer, crowley, ghosts, ghouls, vamps, werewolves, time travelers, the list could go on forever…They were like mythical professors, and you their current student. Whether or not you wanted to be… Most of the time it was enjoyable enough; Dean and Sam filling you in on the current lead while you tried to decipher from their conversations what the hell is was they were referring to, the hardest part was when they left for the hunt. 

The bunker; being cruelest and coldest at night. You were delighted the first time they left early in the morning, to have the whole bunker to yourself and sang your heart out in the shower till the water ran cold.  You were allowed to blast your own music, (which was anything besides 80’s classic rock) over the loud system of the bunker. Binged watched netlifx chick flicks and ate ice cream from the tub till 2am…that enjoyment was short lived. Within a month you realize the two Winchester brothers were living a bachelor's wet dream…and frankly, quite sick of having to live in it yourself. Soon, your time alone turned into deep cleaning the bathrooms, dusting places that must not have been touched since the men of letters back in the forties, and adding a few homey touches…such as area rugs, decor that wasn't just books and tools from the twenties. Hanging wall decor, replacing the rancid light bulbs that never complimented your skin tone any time of day, with twinkly lights and most importantly, a proud item you made yourself and hung at the front door reading; live, laugh, hunt. (took you a few weeks of the silent treatment and a few crocodile tears to convince Dean, but you managed.) 

It was finally beginning to feel like home… The brothers trusted you more and more with each day, meanwhile; your romantic lifestyle with Sam was beginning to feel more like a roommate kind of relationship.  You spent more time alone in the bunker while they were on hunts all over the country, than you did being cuddled in Sam's huge heavy arms.  

The more they were away on hunting trips, the more you studied on your own and proudly would present them with new findings, in which they both had their own ways of showing appreciation for. Sam would show his pride in you with a glowing smile, or a long steamy kiss, while Dean would normally roll his eyes or completely ignore the gesture, instead asking if you made anything to eat, more importantly pie… 

Present day, New York

Generally, hunting didn't call for fancy clothes or revealing outfits; however more times than not you’re lined up as bait and not doing much of the hunting, rather than the lureing. You drop your purse on the edge of the old gross oversized bed and make your way towards the janky bathroom.

“Let's make this snappy, Y/N.” Dean calls from the other room. “They’re charging by the hour…”

“You can't rush perfection.” You say dramatically while dumping your makeup bag onto the bathroom counter top.

You peek out the doorway and spy Dean at you under his wrinkled brow. 

“Give me like 20 minutes..” You say annoyed. 

His staring glare holds a moment longer as you meet his look. 

“30 tops!” you add.

Dean sighs heavily and you hear him seat himself down onto the old creaky bed as you stare into the mirror and begin slapping serums and creams across your blank face. 

Once upon a time, you remember getting ready for a night out at the bars being a fun and joyous occasion.  You, Holly, and all your friends; getting ready, crowded around the mirror painting brightly colored liners across your eyes, glittering from head to toe, choking on hairspray, and pregaming shots as pop music blasted in the background. Your efforts getting ready now however, are much less eventful. Instead of a crowded mirror, you now stand alone; gulping down a strong vodka soda and quietly paint the layers of contour, blush, bronzer, liner, and mascara across your face. Instead of catchy dance music in the background, you hear the low hum of the abused TV set in the other room talking about the local weather forecast. As you draw your lips up in a bright cherry red, and top it off with some gloss, you feel those long ago memories stinging slightly, and also realize, even these lonesome days of getting ready will soon too come to an end.  

You close the bathroom door and begin to undress from your casual everyday jeans and band tee; slipping into a short satiny black strapless dress, complete with a cropped oversize jean jacket, black heels, and your beloved Steve Madden handbag. Your hair cascades down over your shoulders and the bathroom reeks of the many combinations of products you have smeared all over you. You pull back the door and bit, Seeing Dean sitting on the edge of the bed in a fresh plain tee shirt and your favorite leather brown jacket. He meets your eye and you freeze feeling all but naked in front of him. 

“Don’t say a goddamn word…” You tell him. “..I just need help with the zipper..”

For a moment he doesn't move, just stares in your direction. You turn around presenting your back to him and hear him clear his throat a bit as he gets up and makes his way over to you. You stand facing away from him holding your dress in place and stare down at your feet. You feel the heat radiating from him standing behind you, and wait patiently to feel the tug of the dress being zipped up. 

“Ya got it?” You ask faintly from over your shoulder.

Dean hesitates and finally, you feel his huge calloused fingers pull the tiny zipper up. His breath tickles the back of your neck and you drop your hands to your side, adjusting the dress securely down your thighs. 

You suck in a deep breath and rush back into the bathroom without meeting the judgmental look on his face. You grab your jacket and come back out slipping the long strap of your purse up over your shoulder, grab your phone, cigarettes and lighter and wait for the inevitable remarks to spill from Dean's mouth. 

You cast him aside-eyed glare and walk out towards ‘baby’, hearing him lock the door behind you.  

He stands by the front door, holding your bags to load into the car. You shut the tv and lights off before bravely making your way towards the door closer to him. He turns around, opening the door a jar and motions for you to walk out first. Cautiously, you step slowly towards the small gap between him and the door frame. You meet his eye with a suspicious look; awaiting the shameful remarks he must have dancing on his tongue for you.

“You uh…You look nice, Y/N..” He says in a low husky voice. 

(Nice?... Well that's a new one.) 

You pluck the last cigarette from your pack and meet his eyes again as he struts over with your bags in hand. 

“Hey, can we stop at a gas station before we hit the bars?” You ask with the cigarette clenched between your teeth.

"Yeah, I'll need to fill up.." Dean pauses realizing the real reason as to why you asked. "Come on Y/N, you gotta quit those." He says in a serious tone.

You sigh as you fall back against the passenger's side door. 

“Welp… not tonight!” you say clicking your lighter against the other end of the cigarette in your lips. 

Dean shuts the trunk and you hear his footsteps coming closer as your lighter still refuses to ignite. You huff and peer up towards him; as he watches you struggle with the dead plastic lighter. His eyes set on yours with a look you rarely have ever seen in him. He reaches up with his heirloom metal lighter, the flame dancing brilliantly near your face.  You swallow hard before leaning in a bit and lighting your butt at the glowing flame. You blink back behind your thickly covered lashes up at him and turn to blow the smoke away from him. 

“I’m serious…” He says calmly, capping the zippo and dropping it back into his coat pocket. “...You’re too damn pretty.. to be smoking these damn things…”

You swallow hard again, and peer up again through your thick lashes watching as he stares intently down at you. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your heart begin to pick up pace in your chest. 

“Okay..” you tell him through a small puff. “...I will…” 

He scowls a bit peering down at you still, the look in his eyes scares you almost as much as it turns you on. 

“Promise?..” he says, still staring.

“...I promise.”

~~~~

Dean opens the door to the bar glowing brightly in neon sighs as you slip in beside him; knowing the plan is to split immediately inside the bar, you allow your seductive smiling face to gleam up at him for a few more moments before he turns away and heads for the pool tables.  You lean up against the bar ordering a dirty martini, no olives;  the bartender sets the full glass in front of you. Within the hour you've downed three of them and only made a few friends whose intentions seem shady, but they all end up leaving alone. Clearly not a potential client for what you’re looking for. 

You make eye contact with Dean for a brief second, he gestures that you should head out.  Try another bar around town seeing as this one seemed to not be the vamps hunting ground. You motion your heading towards the bathroom, making sure to leave your purse on the counter knowing all too well, no one will touch it with Dean lurking around the pool table just a few yards away. Also leaving a sign for your monster if he happened to walk in while you were gone, that a ‘drunken woman’ was coming back to the spot. 

The door on the stall slams a bit as you walk out from it and dip your hands under the cool water. You spy the mirror above the sink with a splintering crack across the top corner; peering up at the mark as you wash your hands. You smile to yourself imagining a pair of two inebriated women fighting over a man in the bathroom, resulting in a scuffle and one being pushed into the mirror.

The bathroom door is pushed open and in walks a thin young woman with straight blonde hair. She smiles at you as she sets her purse down on the sink next to you. Adjusting her dress and necklace in the mirror, she gestures up towards your own; which is cracked.

“Someone went home with a broken heart…” she says, pointing to the crack above your mirror.  

You snicker to yourself as you reach for the paper towels and suddenly a knife is to your throat as your hands still drip with the sink water…

Out in the bar, Dean eyes your purse suspiciously. He glances back towards the bathroom taking note of who walks in and out. It doesn't take long for him to realize you either have a serious case of lady issues (highly unlikely), or… something happened…  He strides over towards the bathroom and stops a middle aged woman, asking her if there was a girl in the ladies room meeting your description.  She shakes her head and without another moment of hesitation; bursts through the door of the ladies room.  Slamming open all the bathroom stalls; discovering white empty pots with you, nowhere to be found. A group of women walk through the women's room door as he meets them wide eyed. 

“Sorry, uhh…old habits die hard..” he says with a flustered face before rushing back out the door. 

~~~~

You curse under your breath as you stagger carefully in front of the blonde woman, who's holding a knife pressed against your back. She whispers death threats in your ear with gleeful giggles, as you slowly approach a car; full of other vamps you assume. To your delight, there is only one other person waiting in the car for you as she approaches the fake plated black SUV. 

Why is it always a black SUV? You wonder to yourself.

She opens the back door and the tall gruff looking man dressed in mostly denim, gets out from the driver's seat and ties your hands behind your back. They push you into the back seat and the man roughly grabs your feet, tying them also together with a few intricate knots. They slam the door with you inside and you peer around the back of the SUV, hopeful Dean is close in toe. They hop in and start the engine and you begin abruptly with the confessions of ‘you're not going to get away with this’ and "where are you taking me” kind of bullshit monsters seem to love. The blonde woman turns around and stuffs an old nappy rag in your mouth to silence you, although she clearly has no idea how to deal with a kidnapping, you pretend it silences you as you try to focus the way to the destination you're heading. 

Kansas, 7 years earlier.

“Come on Sam, I’m ready! Please let me come!?”

The past 10 months you’ve dedicated yourself to proving; you're more than just a pretty live in house maid. Sam runs his huge hand through his shaggy hair with a deep sigh. He stands peering down at you as you plead dramatically from your side of the bed.

“Y/N…” he says with a huff.

“Come on, it’s a perfect beginners hunt; ghost haunting an old hotel? What could really go wrong?” You add, pointing to the news article on your phone screen. 

He cranes his head looking down at your pleading eyes.

Sam stands chewing at his bottom lip nervously. You crawl over the end of the bed closer towards him and sit up on your knees hugging his chest.

“Pleeeeeease?” You beg.

“Please Sam…”

You unwrap your arms from his chest and reach up for the back of his head, pulling his face down towards yours. His hazel green eyes gleaming with lust as you peck seductively at his mouth.

“...It’s so lonely here without you…”

He moans against you before effortlessly, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his huge strong waist as he leans against you on the bed.

“..You have no idea what kind of things I have to do to pass the time…all by myself…” You softly whisper seductively, running your finger around his thin damp lips.

A smile creeps up across his lips and you pull his head down to you, your tongues instantly  dancing in each others mouths.  Sam kneels over your little body underneath him and eagerly pulls his oversized tee shirt off over your head. 

“..Oh, I can only imagine…” he pants against you, capturing your sensitive exposed nipple in his mouth. 

You moan and arch up towards him. He grinds his hard cock against you; bulging in his boxers. 

“Sammy!..” You moan through a giggle.

You tug at his shirt and he quickly whips it off over his head, his huge bulging bare chest heaving as he reaches down and plucks your tiny black panties down your legs. His mouth peppers hot wet kisses up your sides before capturing your other breast in his mouth. He groans against you before flipping you over on your stomach and smacking your bare ass. You arch your back and brace for his touch, panting against the pillows. His fingers swiping over your glistening core.

“Sam!!” You cry out bucking your ass towards him.

He groans out, shoving himself into you completely. You cry out against the pillows as your body quivers. He holds your hips in place as he slowly plunges into you; building your orgasm slowly up in your stomach. 

“You like that, Y/N?...Better than when you're alone?..” Sam whispers seductively form behind you.

“Faster Sam!” You groan bracing yourself as he begins to plunge quicker inside you.

“Shit, Y/N..” Sam grunts. “Get on your back..” 

You feel him pull out as you twist over on your back, he bends your leg up and re enters your pulsating core, grinding up against your sensitive bud as you moan out with each of his thrusts.  

“Fuck Sammy! Right there!” You cry out through your pants of pleasure.

He palms your breast in his giant hand and pulls carefully at your sensitive nipple, sending you over the edge as your body constricts with the waves of your orgasm crashing over you. You cry out as he tries to muffle your voice, and after a few more slow trusts, and a final moan; he collapses next to you on the bed. You pant breathless next to him, wrapping his huge sweaty arm around your shoulders and nestle down against his glistening chest, still rapidly rising and falling.

“I guess you're right…” Sam says, still catching his breath. “...I can’t leave you here alone, can I?”

You excitedly straddle his huge waist and press your lips to his. 

“So I can go?” You ask through the quick kisses. 

He lays limp, kissing you back with a smile.

“Well…” He answers, still panting a bit. “You’ve convinced me…but we still gotta talk Dean into the idea..” 

You fall back against Sam's arm on the bed beside him with a huff. 

“Alright…” you say, your breath finally steadying.

You get up and dress in Sam's oversized shirt and pull a pair of shorts up over your butt.

“I’m on it!” You say reaching for the door.

“Wait…What…Where are you going?” Sam sits up covering himself a bit, anxiously asking you.

“...To make a pie!”

~~~~

Dean, Sam and yourself; spend the next two days covering a lot of pavement as you make your way to the haunted hotel in Michigan. You pull your phone out trying to show Dean the expertise technology of GPS, which he refuses to believe is accurate and chucks your phone over the front seat behind him. 

“It’s a lost cause, Y/N. Don’t take it personally, he's just too stubborn.” Sam tells you from the backseat. 

It only took the three of you a few hours to discover long trips in the back seat did not agree with your stomach.  Sam being the gentleman he always was, offered up the front seat which made a huge difference; and your stomach was thankful. 

“Can we stop soon?” You ask kindly. “I gotta pee…”

“We’re almost there..” Dean informs you in a grumpy tone.

You peer down at your phone displaying the GPS map on its screen, and glance back at Sam showing him the ETA to the Doherty Hotel - Clare MI; not close might you add.  You sigh and plop your phone down beside you on the seat, craning your head to peer out the window, as your bladder feels like it may burst with every bump Dean hits in the road.

Hours later, you finally arrive at the giant beautiful doors of the historic looking hotel. Two sets of gray stairs wrap around the center water fountain, leading up to the main entrance's tall white doors. Stone statues of little angel babies in diapers are tucked in around the outskirts of the entrance. Along with a long thin stone walled garden, filled with every color flower imaginable. You follow the two giants up the stairs, lagging behind a bit as they take two or three stairs at a time, compared to your one. You huff a sigh of relief as you meet them at the top and Sam holds the doors as peer in towards the huge marble entryway of the hotel. Dean taps the little desk bell and you all peer around looking for any sort of clue as to what you’re up against in this giant newly refurbished hotel. 

In your room, the very first thing you do is rush to the bathroom and pee, while Sam and Dean research through the many files of local reported headlines ‘Local haunted hotel’, and ‘Michigan ghost sightings’. You decide since there are only two computers, and the hotel's wifi seems to be the last thing in the giant beautiful place updated; to take advantage of the giant jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. You make yourself an extra strong vodka soda, and sit in the white complimentary hotel bathrobe on the edge of the tub. The giant tub takes much longer to fill than you imagined and you quickly grow impatient.  You suck down more than half of your drink and re enter the shared living space/bedroom, to make another.

Dean and Sam sit undisturbed nearby, clicking and scrolling through the many news articles and files they have pulled up on their computer screens. You peer down at the small collection of historic pamphlets left by the mini fridge and read the name ‘Helen Doherty’ written on a few of them.

“Hey, look up the name Helen Doherty..” You say holding the brochures up to the boys as you keep looking through the piles of papers.

They both peer up and you hear the light clicking of computer keys as you walk back towards the bathroom. You stare out the huge picture window, downing more of your drink and admire all the brightly colored flowers in the courtyard. 

The tub finally brimming, you drop your bathrobe to the floor and slip into the bubbly warm water, setting your drink on the side of the tub. The jets of the tub are loud but they lul you quickly into a deep state of relaxation; or perhaps it was the warm glow of alcohol rising in your cheeks. You sigh a deep breath of relief as the water pools from the jets around you. Your whole body, submerged by the tranquil waters. 

“I could get used to this..” You utter softly to yourself.

You reach towards the edge of the tub feeling for your cup… You crack your eyes open looking as to where you set it and instead are greeted by an ugly staring old woman, scowling back down at you. 

“No sinners in my hotel!” she spits towards you. 

You scream, as she shoves you under the water.  You try desperately to escape her cold hard grip as you thrash around trying to reach for air.  The jacuzzi tubs jets muffling most of the racket as you struggle against her. You try again to scream, thrashing around in the water hoping the boys will hear.  You gulp down big mouthfuls of the tub water reaching up towards her scowling face as she holds you firmly under the water. 

The lights fading as you begin to pass out from lack of oxygen, your thrashing becoming less and less helpful, you finally see through the bubbling water; Dean's arms slash through the old hag of a woman's shadow. Two giant arms pluck you from the water and you choke and gasp out the water from your lungs. Sam holds your soaking body as you catch your breath. 

“You alright?” Dean asks clearly, un-phased by your nakedness. 

You nod, spitting more water on the bathroom floor and Sam gathers you in a towel. 

“Yeah…I'm good…” You say between coughs. 

You peer over towards the tub, your plastic cup floating in the bubbles. 

“...Bitch spilt my drink…”

~~~~

“Helen, or ‘Grandma’ Doherty, married to the original owner; Jim Doherty was a big Jesus freak.” Sam informs you and Dean; reading from his laptop screen. 

“Says here, she was accused of the suspicious drownings that happened in the 1930’s.  Apparently, three unwed maids of the hotel mysteriously drowned themselves in the bathtubs. The same women were also accused to having premarital sex with some of the workers from the hotel, including her husband Jim.”

“Oh great, so she hates whores.” Dean chimes in… “Have to say I disagree with her..” He adds with a smile. 

“Say anything about how she died?” He asks, looking back to Sam.

“Uhh…” Sam scans the screen intently. “Yes, looks like she was buried in St. Johns cemetery”.

“Alright, well let's set this ‘hath holier than thou’ bitch on fire and get the hell out of here.” Dean says, taking a long swig of his beer. 

A few hours later, the three of you have eaten dinner and are waiting for nightfall to go dig up ‘grandmas’ body and burn her bones. You quietly cross the dark graveyard reading the headstones and trying to locate one reading ‘Helen Doherty’. 

“Guys!” You whisper excitedly. “Over here!”

The three of you begin digging the spongy turf. Pile after pile throwing shovels full of dirt to the side. You were very little help compared to Dean and Sam's calloused weathered hands and huge bulging muscles. But you were happy to be included and hunting; regardless. 

Finally, Sammy hits the top of a coffin and the two brothers pry open the old dusty old lid. Helens bones lay undisturbed and seemingly, fully intact. Standing back, Dean sets a napkin on fire and drops it down into the deep hole you all spent so much time digging, while you stand beside Sam, watching the flames jump up from the ground below. 

“...I thought this would be more eventful…” You say with a disappointed look on your face.

“Babe, you almost drowned..” Sam adds with a scoff. 

“Well, yeah… Thanks for saving my ass, yet again, by the way..” You add looking towards the boys. 

They shake their heads and smirk.

“But there's no…light, or song that starts playing when you burn them or anything?” You ask.

“No.” Dean informs you regrettably. 

“...Huh..” You add nodding towards the bright fire. 

The three of you take back off towards the hotel in ‘baby’ and soon you’re getting ready for bed. Dean sprawls out on his own king size mattress while you and Sam snuggle up together on your own. Within a few minutes you hear the soft snoring of Dean coming from the other bed; and feel Sam's hand trail down your stomach between your legs. 

“Sam, no!” you say through a laughing whisper. 

“Come on he’s asleep, we just gotta be quiet.”

Sam pulls back your hair and presses soft kisses down your neck. 

“This is why you needed to come, remember?” He says seductively as you roll over on your back towards him.

“Right, remind me about that again…” You ask, reaching up; meeting his lips with yours.

Sam grips your chin softly in his giant hand and you moan quietly against him as you drink in his sweet flavor. You wrap your arms around his neck and he flips you over on top of him, feeling him ready for you, already. 

“Sammy!” You giggle quietly as he reaches around and sucks gently on your neck.

You crane your head a bit and allow your eyes to flutter closed enjoying the sensations he sends through your body. 

Your eyes pop open again and you scream. Sam flies out from under you grabbing the nearest silver and swats at the old, white haired, evil woman's face staring back at you. Dean wakes up joining Sam and they stare blankly at each other for a moment; baffled. 

“Damnit, we didn’t burn all of the bitch.” Dean says, peering around the room. 

You sit up against the headboard of the bed and stare terrified back at the two of them. 

“Why the hell does she hate me so much?” You ask, offended.

Dean looks from you to Sammy, and back again. 

“Well, you are the easier target compared to him…” Dean adds pointing his silver knife at Sam. “And Jesus, put that thing away, dude!” He adds urgently walking towards the bathroom and away from you and Sam.

Sam straightens his boxers a bit, his dick still firm from moments ago as he clears his throat.  You try to hold back the giggle building up in your throat as he climbs over the bed towards you and playfully smacks you with a pillow. 

“This is your fault…” 

“Is not! You started it!” You giggle back towards him. 

~~~~

It doesn’t take long between searching the hotel and doing some more online research to come up with Helens missing item; her antique silver hairbrush proudly on display in the dining room of the hotel.  Dean sets it on fire and without thinking twice, sets the fire alarms off in the hotel as well.  The three of you pack your bags as quickly as you can, and head out down the fire escape before seeing the fire engines and hotel evacuate out the front doors. 

“Why don’t you try and get some shut eye.” Dean tells you without breaking his stare on the road. 

Sam is in the back curled up asleep in the back seat.

“Yeah…probably not gonna happen..” You say with a sigh. “Sorry, you're stuck with me.” You add through a smirk.

“Ah, you’re not the worst company.” He tells you through a smile.

“Thanks, Dean…” You say sincerely.

“Yeah…” Dean bites back the rapidly growing smile on his face, peering over to you a few times. “...You got a pretty nice rack on ya too…” he says with a devilish smile.

“Dean!” You smack at his hand making a dramatic ‘boob’ gesture and he sits shaking a bit through his fit of laughter. 

Dean drives on late into the night, classic rock playing softly through the radio song after song.  You let out a tired yawn and peer in the back seat spying Sammy snoozing peacefully. You smile to yourself and Dean smirks, glancing over to you.

“I know you probably already know this,” Dean says quietly, peering in the rear view. “But uh, …he really loves you…” 

“..I know he does.” You answer after a pause. 

“Yeah, well…he's not the only one…”

You peer over to Dean and smile, playfully punching him in the arm a bit. 

“Oh, don’t get all soft on me now!” You say playfully.

He chuckles a little, peering between the road and you.

“I’m not, I’m just… I just want you to know that,…no matter what happens, …you can always count on us…” 

You meet his eye for a brief second and smile. 

“Promise?” you ask him; your eyes meeting him for a moment.

“..I promise.”

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[moonlight-rider25]

Winchester Girl Chapter 2

Warnings: PG13, swearing, smoking, mentions of bad relationships, fluff, angst

Present day, Massachusetts 7:47am

You swing into the driveway and slam your door shut probably more aggressively that your bank account can afford. You swing open your front door and spy Dean and Sam standing ready with concerned looks on their faces. You slam the door behind you and throw your purse onto the chair beside the door before plucking a cigarette from your pack and lighting it quickly. 

"Well fuck!  Sorry guys!" You say through a long exhale; white smoke dancing around your head. 

The brothers remain silent as you puff agitatedly at the end of your cigarette; seemingly passing concerned and unknowing looks to each other. You sulk across the room, plopping yourself harshly down into the brown sofa before pulling your phone out.  You peer at its little illuminated screen and take a long drag of the cigarette before speaking.

“You’re on your own, I can’t come..” You say with a long puff of smoke.

"Wait, what?" Dean asks, in a harsh tone.

You lock your phone screen and toss it beside you, taking another long puff from your butt. 

"You're gonna have to find someone else to be your bait this time.." You say disappointedly.

Sam glides over and sits next to you on the couch trying his best to comfort you, but as always, comforting was not comforting to you in any situation. Dean, angrily stomps in place huffing, as you take another rip from your butt.

“Why the hell not?!” Dean asks all but kindly.

"Finn's dad called… he can't take him this weekend.." You say through another puff.

You allow a long silent pause as you take a few more drags from your cigarette and snuff it out in the ashtray.  Sam sits with a sorrowful look towards you while Dean stands with his hands firmly on his hips, glaring in your direction. 

"I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to let you down.. again.."

"Y/N, you never let us down…" Sam tries to comfort you. Though you know lying has never been his strong suit…

You sit back against the couch and sigh, knowing if they hadn’t stopped last night they’d probably already found a new willing huntress along the way, and gotten to the vamps nest by now. You uneasily chew at your bottom lip and eye Dean as he strides over towards the oversized recliner and takes a seat.  He lets out a deep sigh and palms his face, running his fingers through his hair.

“Fucking asshole can buy a half a million dollar house for his skank ass fiance, a palm beach wedding, and fucking boulder sized rock for her hand, but can’t be bothered to see his own son every other weekend…” You huff angrily through your teeth. 

“Yeah, you sure know how to pick um, Y/N..” Dean replies with a scoff.

“...Hey!” Sam cuts Dean off, in efforts to defend you…or himself, you’re not completely sure.

He didn’t need to be offended, Sam hadn’t really been ‘picked’, per se, more like fate chose him for you, …after he saved your ass from being just another meal…

“Sorry guys, you’re gonna have to find someone else willing to be bait…” You tell them apologetically.  "But, at least I can make you breakfast now." 

Your small effort in trying to lighten the mood is pretty unhelpful, but you stand and pace towards the kitchen to begin cooking anyway.

"Y/N, we don't really have time for that.. But thank you." Sam says trailing after you in a few giant steps.

You breathe another angry sigh and brace your hands against the counter.  You turn and face the two men blocking everything between you and the living room, with your arms crossed.

"We can get a babysitter…or maybe your mom can watch…" Sam mentions.

Dean meets Sam's eye and he quickly stops anymore mention of your mom.

"I can't afford a babysitter all weekend, Sam." You reply wiping at your forehead.

Dean steps forward a bit taking a seat at the table where he was with Finn earlier. 

"Well the kids like, what… 10…12.. can't he stay for the weekend by himself?" Dean asks utterly and completely unknowingly.

You and Sam make eye contact, doing little to hold back the judgment on your face.

"Six Dean! He's six… so, no!"

Sam snickers a little and Dean shoots him a glare.

"Okay…then let's bring him along!" Dean mentions looking back to you.

"Absolutely not!" You and Sam both cry out at the same time.

Dean's eyes grow wide and he dramatically raises his hands up from the table.

"Alright, mom and dad,...well while you two figure out what to do with junior here,... I'm gonna make a few calls…" 

Dean stands and walks back towards the living room and you hear the front door creak open then shut again. 

You turn back around towards the sink and after a long moment of thinking, notice the dishes drying in the rack beside you. You eye them a bit as you run the water.

"Oh, thanks Sam. …You didn't actually have to do the dishes..." You say softly.

Sam strides slowly towards you and you turn around quickly before he has the chance to put his huge hands around your waist… a favorite move of his he always seemed to do years ago…

"I'm… sorry Sam. Really." You say coldly and abruptly as you look up towards him.

He stops in his tracks, his hands dropping to his sides before he sighs through a slight smirk.

"It's not your fault, Y/N. You're a mom first, I know…" 

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. Sam scoffs and darts his eyes back and forth from you.

"I mean.. Not just a mom… more of a...hot mom?..." he adds with a slight smirk.

You allow a giggle to escape you and Sam allows his smile to unfold openly across his face.

“I’m serious though..” he adds. 

His smile slowly fades as he meets your eyes.

“You’re a really good mom, Finns a good kid.  And he's really, really lucky to have you..” 

You hang your head and smile, before waltzing away from him, searching for your pack of cigarettes again. 

The front door creaks open again and Dean's huge shoulders bob through the wooden doorway. 

"Well good news and bad news.." He states in his deep tone as he latches the door behind him.

You flick your plastic pink lighter and inhale again.

"..I don't have to call out of work?" You ask through a clouded exhale..

"God, would you stop, with the smoking?! Dean states, using his hand to direct your cigarette smoke elsewhere. 

Dean strides over to take a seat on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. 

"Every other chick…lady… ma’am, within a driving distance of here is MIA…so we're back to square one…” he says with a huff.  “...Unless…”

Dean smiles; devilishly eyeing Sam over his shoulder. You tip your head towards Sam with an exhale as Sam stares blankly back between you and Dean, hands buried in his pockets as the realization slowly builds up in him.

"Sammy! Break out the little green army men, and comic books; you're babysitting!"

~~~~

With only a few moments of shout-arguing, as to why Sammy was the one to be assigned babysitter; you trying your best to defuse the situation in almost any means possible, then finally Sam and yourself tired of arguing with the hot head, you all reluctantly agree and are on the road towards the Vamp nest.

“So how's your sister?” Dean asks in a lighthearted voice.

“Who knows..” You reply with a scoff.

You allow the long unpleasant quietness to linger in the air for a few moments.

"Where'd you say this is?" You ask peering out the window at the passing road signs.

"New York." Dean says.

Your face lights up and bit, and he notices.

"..State.. Don't get all excited we are not doing any shopping here princess…"

You cast him a disappointed scowl.

"...What?" Dean says with a huff. "...This is not the time for a city shopping trip, no way!" He says in a defensive tone.

You whip your head to the side and stare blankly at him.

"If you're gonna be in this kind of mood all weekend, you can turn right around and drive me home." You say sternly.

Dean shakes his head from side to side, a thick devilish grin growing across his face.  You read his tone and sit back in your seat with a huff.

"...Well you could at least let me smoke.." 

"Don't even think about stinking up 'baby' with those…those damn cancer sticks…" Dean says as the smirk fades away from his face.

"Well!" You throw your hands up in the air with a scoff, "Can you pull over then? Just for a minute?" You ask turning back towards him.

"Y/N, it's only been a few hours, we got a lot of pavement to chase to get there before tonight." He says calmer but still in his deep Dean tone.

You cross your arms and look back out the window without saying another word.  

Dean glances down at his watch and does a few double takes in your direction.

"...We'll stop soon for some grub.." Dean says lower again. "...can you wait till then?"

You sigh dramatically and try to sneak a side eye at Dean's sorrowful look you know he must have on his face right now.

"...Don't have much of a choice now, do I?" You grumble through a smirk.

Dean reaches for the volume dial and cranks it up a few notches as you both settle back into your seats. You watch as the highway signs pass by and watch your phone intently, wishing the time would pass quicker. 

Roughly twenty minutes go by in silence beside the roaring of baby's wheels, and classic rock that plays from the car stereo. Dean slows the car and veers off the side of the road. He reaches down into his coat pocket and shines the silver zippo in front of your face, ready to hand it over. You smile gleefully, holding up your generic pink lighter before stepping out of the car and slipping a cigarette between your lips quickly. You suck at the little stick and feel the head rush from not having had one in some hours. You steady yourself against the car and suck long puffs. All too soon, you've sucked down to the filter and you drop the butt to the ground and stub it out with the toe of your boot. 

You slide back in beside Dean and he scoffs revving the engine a bit. 

"You stink." He says plainly in his Dean tone. You barely shut the door before he slams the car in drive and heads back towards the pavement. 

"You stink!" You mock back, rolling your window down a bit for him. "..thank you.." You add quietly. 

"You gonna quit the silent treatment with me now?" He asks still harshly, but more jokingly this time.

"Hmmm…maybe…" You add with a giggle as you peer out the window.

You reach over and turn the radio up a few notches again as an AC/DC song begins to blare over the ancient stereo.  You and Dean both look at each other and allow a long awaited hearty laugh to leave your mouths.

"You really thought Sam wouldn't fight babysitting, huh?" You ask, peering from the road in front of you and back to Dean's handsome chiseled face. He has a tiny bit of stubble growing in around his mouth and you allow your stare a bit longer than you know you should, as you follow the faint trail down towards the collar of his shirt. He snaps his head back towards you with a wicked smile and you dart your eyes back up to his trying to smile calmly. 

"Nah, he's just better at it.." Dean says before looking back towards the road. 

You sigh and join him looking out through the windshield at the cracked worn road.

"Oh please…" you say, shifting in your seat a bit. "...we all know ‘daddy Dean’ is just a big teddy bear at heart.." You say confidently. 

"Daddy Dean, huh?..." He smiles, snapping his head back towards you for a brief second. "..I like when you talk dirty to me…"

You reach over and playfully push his face away and he chuckles a bit, straightening in his seat. 

"I'm serious!" You say through a chuckle of your own.

"I can vividly recall all the times you'd pluck Finn from his highchair and dance with him in the kitchen while making bacon…" you say, recalling the events as if they happened only a few days ago. 

You peer over seeing the faint grin on Dean's face as he also can recall the events. You smile down towards your lap and reminisce in the memories that dance through your head.

“...What was that song you used to play all the time?” He asks in a charming tone.

“Banana pancakes!” you blurt out.  “I love that song!”

“I hate that song..” Dean says in unison with you. “...Jack Johnonson, disgrace to musicians everywhere…” he jokes with a smile still on his lips.

“Come on, it wasn't that bad..” You add through a giggle.

“Oh it was!..” Dean shakes his head staring out the windshield. “...I only let you play it, cuz Finn liked it…”

You bop your head a bit in your seat, turning back out towards your window. 

“...Can’t you see, it's just raaiin…nin….” you hum under your breath.

“...Ain't no need to go outside…” Dean adds after a long pause.

Your smile widens across your face as you flash your head around towards Dean; his eyes darting back and forth across the road. 

“It’s a stupid song!” he says, still smirking. “Who even likes pancakes?! Waffles are where it's at!”

You giggle quietly to yourself and look ahead again.

“Especially ‘Banana’ pancakes… if anything…chocolate chip! I mean come on!” 

You allow a long cackle spill from your lips, and lean forward in your seat a bit.  Dean eyes darting between you and the road, as you try to calm your fit of laughter a bit.

“You know, I… I really miss you guys..” you say, allowing your unguarded words to linger in the air for a moment without meeting Dean's look.

“...Yeah, we miss you guys too..” he says after a long pause.

His giant palm reaches out and tenderly pats your thigh; you swallow hard and freeze. You stare out the window beside you as you feel the red heat rush into your face, enjoying his huge, rough, warm hand resting heavily on your little thigh next to him. You can’t help but give into the fact that any touch from him makes your heart race and your pulse quicken. You try to calm yourself as the overwhelming, senseless urge; to grab him by his chiseled broad jaw, and collide his perfect plump little pink lips against yours, burns in your chest. 

He leaves his hand on your leg for what feels like an eternity, but in reality it was probably just a few seconds.  Finally, and although regrettable as much as reliving; Dean retracts his hand back and grips at the wheel. You allow a long exhale to escape you as you try to hide the shiver gyrating through you as you straighten your pant legs and pull out your phone. You click the home button and peer down reading ‘0 New Notifications’ and the time reading ‘10:49am’ before sliding it back into your jeans pocket. 

“Hang in there, just about an hour to go before we stop for lunch..” Dean says casting you a dreamy apologetic look.

You settle back in and stare out towards the windshield at the road before ‘baby’, reminiscing about the times that now seem so far from your grasp…

~~~~

The faded sign on the front of the rundown dinner screams ‘food poisoning’, but you know it's no use trying to urge Dean to go elsewhere. You both step out from the car and hear the doors slam shut behind you. Digging down into your purse you grab a cigarette out of its pack and place it between your lips. Dean meets your eye, gesturing he’ll meet you inside and you suck deep inhales of the cigarettes poison nectar; unlocking your phone screen and ensuring you have no missed calls or messages from Sammy. Inside, you motion to Dean, you're running to the bathroom and he casts you an impatient look.

You wash your hands and freshen your appearance before turning and heading back out. 

Dean's face looks pissed, per usual and you apologize under your breath before sitting down across from him. He slides the discolored scratched up plastic menu in front of you, and you flip slowly through its waxy pages. 

“You didn’t get any calls from Sam, did you?” You ask, grazing through the menu.

“No, should I have?” Dean asks with a cold tone.

“No! No, I just wanted to make sure..” You close the menu tapping your fingers impatiently against the confetti resin tabletop. “I just want to make sure Finns alright…” your voice trails off as Dean motions the waitress over to your table.

“...You know what you want right?...” he asks, plucking the menu away and handing them irritably with a huff to the heavy set waitress.

Your eyes grow wide; realizing you hadn’t even considered food yet. 

“What can I get ya..” the large woman asks in a grumpy unpleasant voice.

“I’ll take a double bacon cheeseburger with a side of fries, and what the hell…” Dean says in a quick breath.. “...Extra large Chocolate milkshake.” he adds with a wink to the woman.  

She presses hard against her pad of paper in her hand and tilts her glasses back up on her face before looking over towards you;

“And for the Mrs.?..” 

Yours and Dean's eyes meet for a second before he clears his throat and blushes a bit.

“Oh no, we’re not..” You try to express plainly. “..I’ll just take a house salad..” You say after tripping over your explanation. 

Dean fidgets in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. 

“..Sorry honey, we’re out of iceberg...” The waitress states pushing her glasses up her nose again.

‘Oh, alright…ummm.” You peer over to Dean who flashes you another impatient look. 

“How about the chicken salad?.. On a brochure bun?” you ask hopefully.

“We’ve got bread..” she says scribbling at her pad.

“That's fine.” you add quickly. 

“Wheat, rye, or white?...” She asks.

“Actually, know what… Scratch the chicken salad, can I just get a grilled cheese, white bread, and a side of pickles?” 

The woman irritatedly scratches out the line on her pad and jots the new order down. 

Dean flashes you a look of disappointment and you scrunch your smile upside down a bit.

“Drink?” the lady states coldly.

Dean sighs and palms his face with a sigh. You nod in agreement and look back up at the lady with a big smile.

“...Any chance, you got any spirits?”...

The dinner's speaker system squeaks with local ads as you sit in your chair chomping small loud bites from your pickle. Your second vodka soda sits on the edge of the table near your arm; nearly empty again, as you stare off over Dean's shoulder. He sits back in his seat staring out the window.  One arm hangs beside him while the other is propped up on the back of a metal chair.  You take another tiny bite of your cold cheese sandwich and close your eyes, chewing thoughtfully as you feel your buzz rise in your chest.

“I can’t believe you still eat that crap..” He states with a chuckle.

Interrupting your empty thoughts, you blink your eyes a few times before meeting him.

“Me? What about you, Mr. Two pounds of bacon a day…” You reply, dropping your pickle on your plate and wiping your fingertips. 

“I’m surprised you haven't had a heart attack yet!” 

Dean chuckles a bit again.

“Ah, we’re all gonna die one way, or another…” He says gruffly, taking a gulp from his milkshake.

A taylor swift song comes on over the squeaky speaker and you begin bouncing your head a bit to the beat of the music.  Dean stares at you disapproving and you flash him a slight smirk as you chew with your lips closed. His eyes quickly fall from you back out the window; clearly set on something coming through the dinners front door. You stop your head bobbing and swallow the dry cheese down, with the last sip of your drink and place the cup near the edge of the table, hopeful for one more refill. 

Behind you, the doors chime as you hear the high pitched giggles of customers coming in and walking up to the bar in the front.  You roll your eyes and glare a bit from the side towards the group of presumably jailbait girls seated at the counter. 

Probably skipping school for some ‘pop’, or maybe even ice cream you imagine. 

Dean's eyes are locked on the group of girls; who are squealing with excitement and giggling, while talking to the heavy set woman behind the counter. You look straight ahead towards him shooting him a very disapproving look. His tongue darts out and drags across his bottom lip as he watches them. You grab your cup sitting at the end of the table and swirl the melted ice around a bit slurping at the tiny remnants of anything in the cup. You reach over and poke him in the chest. His gleaming eyes, meeting yours after a long pause. 

“Put your tongue back in your mouth, grandpa..” you tease him, placing the cold plastic cup back down. 

His gaze wavers back between you and the girls sitting precariously on their bar stools. 

“Oh stop, you’re just jealous.” he tells you, still staring intently.

Your hand falls a bit harder than you had anticipated and you clear your throat avoiding Dean's look. 

“Easy there killer, it was just a joke..” he teases watching you fumble a bit to recover.

“You're despicable.” You say with a scowl on your face. “Those are children!” 

You peer back over towards the group; correct they indeed were in getting some ice cold pop… as children would be…  

The large woman's eyes; meet yours and you gesture to the cup again. She rolls her eyes dramatically, not trying to hide it any bit and makes her way over to the table again.  Dean's head snaps up when she intersects his view and he gives you a concerned look of disapproval. 

“You really think you need a third?” he says through his tight lips and glaring eyes.

“What? I’m not driving!” you state plainly with a shrug.  

The lady pours you another vodka soda, spilling half the soda and leaving the rest of the can on the table.

“Oh, um… can you leave the bottle too?” you ask kindly.

She drops the bottle back down on the table and Dean's look is tearing through you as you sip through your little red straw, while adding more of the cheap vodka to your cup.

“I don’t wanna hear it…” You tell him, taking a test sip of your drink.  “You have your flaws…” you add, eyeing the jailbait group of girls at the bar, “..I have mine..” 

A long pause settles between you and Dean as he sits back in his seat trying his best to stop eying the girls. 

“Well..” he says with a long heavy breath. “...At least you’re not a puker..”

“You would know..” you add quickly through eager sips.

Dean's eyes meet yours and you try your best to paint a pleasant face for him. He reaches his hand up behind his head and rubs at the back of his huge broad neck for a long moment before you finally see the smile creeping across his cheeks.  You finish the cup quickly and refill it, picking at Deans fries which are cold now. 

Before long you get up and use the restroom again before meeting Dean back out at the car. The bright hot sunlight burns your eyes as you step out of the dinner. You pluck your oversized shades from your purse and plop them over your face before reaching for the pack of cigarettes. Flipping open the little red box, you’re down to three left.  Eagerly awaiting the disapproval of Dean when you’ll have to ask him to stop for more. 

Dean taps impatiently out his window and you suck at the butts filter harder, trying to fill your craving before hopping back into the car for who knows how long. You settle in and Dean peels back out onto the highway with the radio turned up and the windows down.  You pull back your hair, and strap it in a messy bun on top of your head to keep the wind from whipping it all around. You grab your phone out of your jean pocket again and peer down at the time ‘1:45pm. Soon, Finn would be getting off the bus in front of your house not knowing Uncle Sam would be waiting for him at the front door.

You swipe open the screen and dig through your contacts searching for Sam's info.  You open it, and send a text reminding him what time Finn gets off the bus. Impatiently, you shake your leg waiting for a response. 

“They’ll be fine..” Dean says without having to ask.

“I know…I just..” you don’t finish your sentence as you feel the jump from the phone buzz.

‘Got it.’

“See, quit worrying Y/N..” Dean says in a hushed voice, while peering through the rear view.

You lock your phone and suck in a harsh breath hearing the words he utters. Although you had had plenty of practice keeping your feelings concealed for so long, the time spent apart and certain things that this monster of a man uttered, were now painstakingly hard to swallow.  You set your phone back down on the seat and feel the warm glow of the alcohol radiating in your chest. Your cheeks grow warm and you press them gently trying to extinguish the redness that may be appearing because of it.

With a long exhale you reach down and kick your shoes off before crouching in your seat and tucking your legs up under you. Sitting like a child in the front seat, Dean cranes his neck slowly over to look at you with a glare. 

“I know… you hate it..” you say, getting yourself comfortable. 

“..Old habits die hard…” You add remembering how upset he used to get with you sitting like that in the front seat. 

‘It's not safe, and you’re gonna smell up ‘baby’ like feet!’

Like he had any right to be complaining about your feet, they were roses compared to his and Sammy’s. And safety! Yeah right! Between the countless times he had died, cheated death, been brought to the brink of death and back, was he really anyone to bark orders about safety?

Where was safety during all the times you had been sent into the darkness alone to lure out the waiting monsters? Or how about when you were the only one small enough to squeeze between the live electrical boards at the bunker? What about being outnumbered and ‘voluntold’ you were easier to lift when needing to reach up high, or even better; to be boosted through an abandoned house window, to let the giant lumberjacks through the front door… For two individuals who constantly put themselves in thoughtless danger every day of the year, they sure had an odd way of prioritizing safety…

Safety was in numbers, it was being prepared for the worst and hoping for the best. It was learning hand motions, and code words, for more uses than you'd like to admit would come in handy. Most importantly, it was about knowing when to ask for help when the outcome was less than bleak; a notion you remembered, being thoroughly driven into your brain; while still absent from theirs, even after all these years…

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Winchester Girl. Chapter 1

Warnings: Rated PG13, swearing, smoking, fluff, angst

Present day, Massachusetts 11:49pm.

…"Well, aren't you two a sight for sore eyes."

You take a deep breath and swing the door open for the two towering men to slip in between. Latching it behind you, you exhale heavily and slowly turn towards them, they both stand with a solemn look on their face as they stare back at you.

"Glad to see your two smiling faces…" You say sarcastically as you cross your arms over your chest.

"...So what's the occasion, boys?"

Sam wipes his hand over his mouth and begins to stir anxiously before you. Dean keeps his eyes set on you, hands deep in his pocket with his usual stoic face resting in place.  You roll your eyes and turn towards the doorway of the small kitchen; adjacent to the living room. 

It wasn't much and it sure wasn’t fancy, but it was yours and you were proud of it. Left to you by your gran, you couldn't complain of the slightly run down two bedroom home you had once grown up in with your mom and sister. Strutting over to the fridge, you swing the door open and closed with a smack. Returning only a moment later with two beers in hand. You cautiously extend them out towards the boys and they take them without a word while you seat yourself down against the fake leather sofa. They pop the covers off, resting them on the China cabinet nearby, and take long sips; still refusing to utter a word. You peer towards the TV and grasp your vodka soda, from the side table. You take a long sip from the cracked, repurposed KFC straw facing away from them.

"..Gonna make me drink alone?" You ask coyly, still looking towards the small flat screen.

Finally you hear their footsteps approach from the back of the sofa and watch Sam ease into the old, tan, oversize recliner, somehow still making it seem small.  Leaving Dean to perch uneasily at the opposite end of the sofa by your feet.

You sip from the straw without meeting their precarious looks and clear your throat. 

"Look I got a 9 to 5 to get to in the morning, and PTA after school, can we please skip the guessing games, and get to the point?" 

Sam rubs his brow as Dean stares blankly down towards the coffee table and they stir anxiously. 

"We didn't mean to intrude, Y/N, we just need a little help on this one.." Sam finally utters apologetically.

"No shit, I assumed that much. Why else would you two lumberjacks show up unannounced at my door?" 

You state coldly reaching down towards the coffee table for your pack of L&M reds. You pluck one from the pack and toss it back on the table. You place the slim white cigarette between your lips and feel around your pants pockets for your lighter. Fishing down into the crease of the couch, only coming up with stale goldfish and matchbox cars; you sit up and reach further into the gritty couch crevice.  Finally hitting a familiar feeling with your fingertips, you peer up to spy Dean's hand extended with his shiny metal zippo lighter ready, inches from your cigarette. You reach over and puff eagerly, lighting it on the flame and peer up into his glimmer green eyes for a brief second before sitting back against the couch crossing your legs again and exhaling slowly.

"When are you gonna quit those, Y/N?..." Dean asks, snapping the lighter closed and dropping it back in his jacket pocket. 

"Oh, save it.." You say after taking another long inhale.  "...100% of non-smokers die too… especially in this line of work." 

Dean stares daggers at you as you flick the end of the cigarette into the ashtray. You boldly meet his look again, bringing the butt of the cigarette to your lips and sucking at it again.

"Vamp nest." He says coldly in his deep intimidating voice. "A big one…" He says craning his head over to eye Sammy. 

"They, uhh, apparently have been targeting young women…" Sam adds, once meeting Dean's look.

He swallows and brushes the stray hairs from his face as he stutters to get the words out.

"Where?" You ask, exhaling a vast white cloud of smoke from your mouth directly towards; Dean who grimaces.

"About a day's drive from here.." Sam answers with a nod.

You flick the ash into the ashtray beside you again and turn back towards the TV.

"..Think it can wait till tomorrow morning?" You ask with another puff thick in your throat.

It was Thursday night, you were mom free Friday after 8am to Sunday at 5pm. Sam and Dean both know and most of the time, respectfully understand this; after all, it was obviously the biggest reason you weren't as active in hunting, as you wanted to be. 

Sam remains silent, nodding in his seat after taking a long sip of his Bud Weiser.  Dean looks back towards you, and you slowly meet his eye, taking a sip from your straw.

"It'll have to be, won't it?" He says with a devilish look in his eyes.

You crack a sarcastic smile through the straw in your mouth and roll your eyes as you turn back towards the TV. 

You finish your butt and stub it out, leaning forward on the couch before getting up and making your way towards the linen closet to grab sheets, pillows, and blankets for them. You hear them mumble low in their thick deep voices, not as quietly as they probably imagine; and make sure to slam the closet door shut, signaling your return. Your arms full of bedding for them, you see Dean relaxed against the back of the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. His arm outstretched against the top of the plush sofa where you had just been. They both turn towards you with curious looks on their faces.

"So, one in the recliner, one on the pullout…" you say slowly, rounding the couch. "...That or you can share the pullout…" you add through a smile, placing the bundle of blankets on the couch.

They both crack a smile and you look around trying to make sure everything is in order for them.

Dean eyes you again with a daring look; “...Sammy can’t bunk with you?” He says with a snicker.

You glare towards him with a warning look.

"Feel free to use the shower…help yourself to snacks.." You gesture towards the kitchen.

"You uhh… you got any of those little foil wrapped things? …come in a two pack?" Dean asks with a smirk.

You exhale a quiet sigh, biting back a smirk, and watch as Sam tries to hide his own smile creeping across his face.

"Pop Tarts?" You ask through a snicker.

Dean's face lightens up as he allows his smile to grow across his lips.

"Yeah! Those little devils are delicious!" He tells you, straightening up against the couch a bit.

You allow the laugh to linger in the air as you stride towards the kitchen. You reach up into the cabinet and grab the two boxes perched on the faded painted shelf; brown sugar for Sam and Chery for Dean. You swing the cabinet shut and walk back out into the living room, kicking a few action figures to the side in the process. You hold up the two foil covered packages and they both beam a smile in your direction. You toss them their pop tarts, hearing them eagerly tear into their packages as you head for the bolt lock on the front door. You fasten it and dip back into the kitchen against the doorway swatting at the light switch on the wall. You hear Dean's eager hum as he indulges into the breakfast snacks; while reaching for the metal cord on the lamp beside the couch. You grab the remote from the coffee table and toss it in Sam's lap, who's also enjoying the child's snack. 

"Don't stay up too late," you tell them, brushing your fingers through Sam's thick head of hair as you trek back towards the hall to your room. "Finns an…"

"..An early riser, I know… we know!" Dean remarks through his mouthful.

“...God, you need a haircut..” You joke towards Sam.

You walk past your doorway and stand quietly for a moment watching Finley sleep soundly, with the gentle blue hue of his dinosaur nightling on his bed stand. You pace back towards your room and quietly shut your door behind you before slipping into an old oversized tee shirt, and drop your bottoms to the floor. You plug your phone in, and place it on your nightstand before rotating the little knob on your lamp; the room growing dark. The hushed murmur from the TV in the living room, fills the air as you roll over in bed and sigh a deep exhale of relief. 

He chuckles a bit and you trail away from the two down the hall.

As much as you hate to admit it, there is a huge sense of relief knowing the two Winchester brothers sit out in your living room tonight.  Not a goddamn thing to fear; burglar, ax murderer, or the creatures that haunt most people's nightmares; would be getting very far into your house tonight. You recall a time where you spent every night with that kind of reassurance… but it had been years since then.  Regardless of how many nights alone you spent in your bed reminding yourself not to worry of things that may go bump in the night…your past had a funny way of always showing back up at your worn out New England door. Little did those tall handsome Winchester boys know that a little part of you each night was always hoping they would... 

~~~~~

The sun peeks through the faded shades as you hear the little peppering footsteps tear down the wooden hallway. You roll over in your bed peering at the alarm clock 5:12 am glows back at you. You sigh, turning back over and groaning against your pillow.

“Oh nice, he let me sleep in 12 minutes today..”

You pull the blankets up over your head and sigh again trying to shake the sleep from your head…then your heart drops into your stomach 

"Ahhhh!" 

The blood curdling scream that haunts your nightmares. You burst from your bed and rush towards the living room, completely forgetting your attire and the fact that the two Winchester boys are…were still sleeping in the living room. 

"Uncle Dean!" Finn yells, sprinting across the living room floor. 

"Finn! No!" You shout rushing towards him, but it's too late; he lands feet first in the middle of the pull out, where Dean's limp half covered body lays. Dean jumps, as Finn's body lands in the middle of him.

He grunts and coughs rolling over and sitting up, eyeing you who stands in nothing more than your old tee shirt, barely covering your butt.

"...Sorry!" You say lifting Finn off of the impressively gorgeous looking man and placing him on the floor beside you.

Sam, hearing the commotion stirs awake from his rest and tosses the blankets from his huge torso sitting up in the beaten up recliner. His bare chest and giant shoulders, glistening as he reaches over for Finn.

"Heeey, buddy!" Sam says through his sleep ridden voice.

Finn scampers over and crawls up into Sam's lap, perching himself on the large flat arm of the old tan chair. 

"Oh, jeeze, watch your feet bud…" Sam says adjusting the blankets over his lap.

You curl your lips up into a tightly pinched smirk and cover your mouth realizing how exposed you are standing with your back to Dean.

"What are you guys doing here?" Finn asks in his innocent little voice.

"Uhhhg.. were, we uhhh…" Sam stutters looking from yours and Dean's face for an answer.

Dean rolls over in his spot sitting up and batting his eyes, still not sure as to what the hell is going on around him.

"Uncle Sam and Dean are just in town on business, so they stopped by to say hello!" You lie coyly through your best mom face.

Finns face peers up at you with a slight scowl. 

"Why can't they ever visit when I'm not in school?" He asks with a frown.

"Uncle Sam and Dean's work is everyday, buddy.” You try to console the sad little face peering up at you. “They don’t get weekends and vacations like you do..." You add, turning on your feet to head towards the kitchen. You grab a pillow from Dean's bed and playfully smack him with it as you walk by. 

"Why don't you go get dressed and let Uncle Sam and Dean clean up the living room. You call over your shoulder heading towards the kitchen.

You turn the faucet on, and dump the coffee grounds from the day before.  You hear Finn's footsteps putter back up the hall and hear the groans of the men stirring. 

"You guys got about 90 seconds to make yourself decent before he's back out here…" you call from the kitchen. 

The water trickles into the dingy coffee maker and you grab the hand towel nearby, eyeing the many empty beer bottles placed on the counter..

"..We're decent.." You hear Dean argue in a slurred groan. 

"Mmmm… I'm sure.." You mumble to yourself through a smile, tossing handfuls of empties into the recycling.

They clink against each other and you hang the hand towel back up on the slim metal rack before shutting the cabinet door.

"...More decent that you are…’mommy’…" a deep growl of a voice echoes from behind you.

Spinning around, you see Dean standing in the kitchen doorway in his jeans and Grey t shirt; his hair messed a bit from sleeping. You scowl at him backing up against the kitchen sink and flash him a sarcastic smirk. 

"Sorry, I was too busy saving your.. ‘pitched tents’ from major injury…" you tell him, biting back a cackle. "...my bad!" You snicker.  

He looks you up and down leaning against the wooden doorway with a thick smirk on his face. Crossing his arms, he allows his eyes to linger up and down your long legs. You spin around choking on your laughter a bit and reach up on your toes towards the cabinets quickly realizing your oversized tee... is not over sized enough. You lower yourself back down, inching carefully towards him before standing directly between him and the small space between him and the door frame.

"...Cups are up there.." You tell him, reaching up and ruffling his bed head. “..Help yourself.." 

You mutter quickly walking behind the back of the couch by Sam who's buttoning up his flannel.

You hear Dean mutter something under his breath, as you pass by Finn in the hall who's proudly wearing a superman cape over his ninja turtle housecoat.

"Is she wearing pants?!" Sam asks surprised.

"Nah..nope.." Dean answers before he's greeted by Finn's wonderful outfit choice.

You pop a pair of loose Nike shorts on and fly back out past the couch again. Dean still propped up against the doorway of the kitchen.

"You make a better door than a window.." you tell him, slipping again between him and the wooden frame. 

He snickers but says nothing else as you reach into the freezer and pluck a couple frozen Waffles from the box. You plug the toaster in and drop them down into the metal slats before pressing down the handle.  Out in the living room you hear the giant plastic tote of action figures; crash onto the floor.

"Finn!" You sigh heavily, reaching up in the cabinets for three mugs. "You need to make sure to clean all those up before school today, hear me?" 

You grab the still dripping coffee pot and pour the mugs full. A small 'mmmhmm' coming from the living room as you wipe up the coffee splatter.  You hand Dean his brimming cup of black coffee and grab the cream from the fridge adding a dash to yours and Sam's mug. 

"Uhg, thanks..Y/N…you didn’t have to do..." Sam says with a slight smile as you hand him his mug.

You sip eagerly from your own cup and swipe your pack of cigs off the coffee table from last night, shooting him a knowing look.  He smiles and nods as you pop a cigarette between your lips and peer around the living room for the remote you tossed in Sam's lap. He nods with a grunt through his mouthful of coffee and reaches beside the recliner, handing the small black TV control to you.  

"Thanks!" 

You aim it at the small screen and flash on Finns current favorite Netflix show. You swipe the butt out of your mouth and step over towards Finn who's all too busy with ‘Thor’ at the moment. 

"Keep it down, babe. It’s still early for Uncle Sam and Dean, okay?" You tell him, pressing a kiss on the top of his golden brown hair. 

He nods and begins clashing the plastic action figure into an unwilling opponent and you pop the butt back in your mouth. You realize once again your without a lighter;

"Fuck!" You blurt out.

"That's a bad word, mommy." Finn tells you plainly.

"Yes, it is baby, I'm sorry.." You rush back towards the kitchen where Dean has moved enough out of the way of the door and light the propane stove. It ticks a few times before igniting and you crane your head down towards the flame inhaling to light your cigarette on the hot blue wave.

"Yeah…that seems safe.." Dean sarcastically remarks watching you. 

He takes a long sip of coffee and you remember the Waffles in the toaster. As if on instinct; they pop up and you grab a plastic superhero plate from the clean dish rack and plop the Waffles onto the plate. Along with a cup of apple juice and the smallest fork you can find in the utensil drawer; you place them at the table and call over to Finn for breakfast. 

Finley darts through the kitchen with Iron man and Thor battling midair.  He scoots sideways into his seat, making sure to prop them up and watch him as he eats. 

You turn towards the counter, cigarette in hand gulping back the rest of your coffee and pour another cup.

 "Mommy!" 

"Right, syrup…" 

You turn back towards the fridge and grasp onto the sticky bottle of 'real Vermont syrup' clanking it onto the table next to Finn. 

"Not too much!" You remind him as you strut back out of the kitchen. 

Dean takes a seat at the kitchen table with Finn and you hear a muffled; "Whoa buddy, that's enough..don't ya think?"

Sam folds the bedding up and meets your eye. 

"Oh, don't worry about that!" You tell him, taking a long puff. "I gotta throw it in the wash first." 

You hold the cigarette between your teeth and reach out over Dean's pull out filling your arms with the mismatched linens. Sam hesitantly hands you the 'neatly folded' sheet and you smile through your cigarette. 

"You guys hungry?" You ask as you exhale making your way up towards the hall, throwing the pile of laundry in your arms onto the floor in front of the washing machine.

"Uhhh, no were…were fine, thanks Y/N.." Sam says shyly.

"I got more poptarts." You say walking back out to the living room. 

Sam chuckles a bit, shaking his head; you both turn towards the kitchen hearing Dean's chair screech against the floor as he hears you mention 'pop tarts'. 

"Well…I'm fine.." Sam adds with a chuckle. 

You take a final long puff from your L&M and snuff it out in the ashtray. 

"Sorry Sam, I'd make you an omelet or something if I had the time.." You tell him apologetically.

You stop for a moment, crossing your arms and stare up at the tall man before you; taking in all the little details you remember…

His brown hair framing his face, his eyebrows flustered up when he talks, his little thin lips puckered as he listens to you speak, and the faint stubble trying desperately to grow in around his mouth and chin.  He's got a few more pronounced wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, but other than that all you can see is the man you once fell in love with.  

Sam's eyes dart back and forth as his smile falls away from his face then reappears again.

"It's fine, seriously Y/N..were fine."

He tries to meet your eye, showing his sincerity.

"Fine, and dandy!" Dean mutters loudly through a mouthful of pop tarts from the kitchen.

Both you and Sam laugh a bit hearing Dean in the other room. Sam clears his throat a bit and sets his mug down on the coffee table and exhales with a slight rock in his step before meeting your eyes again.

“Well you look, uh, good.. Been taking care of yourself?” he asks hesitantly, stuffing his hands down into his jeans pockets. 

You pause a moment, craning your head to the side a bit as you watch him shift uncomfortably.

“...Trying to..” You tell him with a playful scoff. 

He smiles and meets your eyes again for a moment, before shifting away quickly.  You sigh and turn your face down to the floor, spying his hands anxiously fidgeting within his pockets. You look back up holding your gaze on him for a moment.

“You don’t gotta be nervous Sam…” you tell him, shaking your head a bit. “...It's just me…”

He scoffs with a quick smirk, plucking his hands out from his pockets and planting them firmly at his waist.  Finally he sighs and meets your look, without darting in different directions. 

“You look good too, Sam. I’m glad to see it..” You add still watching him from your spot.

You sigh and shake your head a bit glancing at the clock on the wall beside the door.

"Shit!” You gasp frantically, “I gotta hop in the shower!" 

"Bad word mommy!" Finn reminds you from the kitchen.

"You're right, I'm sorry baby!" You call trailing back down the hallway.

“Help yourselves to whatever!” You call out down the hall, spinning the dial of the shower on.

~~~~

Some time later you dash back out towards the living room, your hair flung up in a towel. You pick up Finn's sticky Waffles plate and drop it into the sink before grabbing a third cup of coffee. …Or you would have, but you spy the empty pot instead.

You dump the dripping coffee grounds into the trash, and start a new pot before dashing back out to the living room for your pack of cigarettes. Finn sits on the floor in front of Dean and Sam who are both fully dressed now and sipping their coffee.

"It's fine, I'm making a new pot.." You say reaching down between the couch cushions for your lost lighter.

"Sorry…" Dean calls from behind his mug. "...didn't mean to finish it on you." 

Dean takes a long dramatic sip with a long smack at the end and Sam chuckles in his seat, clearly amused with the cartoons playing on the TV.

"Oh here.." Dean says, patting himself up searching for something in his jacket.

He extends his hand out, with his treasured vintage zippo extended towards you.

"Oh…thanks, but.." You stand before him with your finally recovered; plastic pink lighter in hand. 

You light your cigarette and pull down the towel from your head marching back off towards your bedroom. 

"Finn, try and use the bathroom before we go, please!" You shout from your room. “And change…you cant wear pjs to school!”

You slick some mascara on your lashes and dollop your armpits in some cheap ladies antiperspirant. You smear on some chapstick and brush through your hair just in time for Finn to appear at your doorway; eager and ready for the day as usual. You crouch down a bit, and plant a big sloppy kiss on his cheek before ruffling his hair into place.  

"Alright, you ready!?" You ask gleefully.

Back out towards the living room yet again you snatch Finn's lunchbox and stuff a snack pack, some knock off veggie chips, an apple, and a tiny water bottle into the black and yellow batman lunch box. 

Sam and Dean stand, looking towards you as you throw your purse over your shoulder and step into your flip flops. You help Finn with his backpack and turn back to face the two men.

"I'll be back in like 30..." You say, remembering to grab your pack of cigarettes and lighter off the coffee table.

"Y/N…do you…is there anything we can do?..." 

"No you're fine, I'll be right back!" You tell them frantically, peering down at your phone.

Sam elbows Dean, who tries to hold back the scoff, turning towards you.

"..I can take the kid.." Dean says as he clears his throat.

"...In ‘baby’!?" You ask with a snicker.

They peer out the window, then back towards each other. 

"..No, we'll be fine, don't worry about it." You tell them again.

They both sigh and you turn towards the door ushering Finn out.

"Y/N, we can help, just tell us what to do.." Sam says calmly in his reassuring tone.

The door is only ajar when you stop; sighing a deep breath before closing your eyes for a quick moment. 

"Okay, fine.. go do the…dishes or something.." You reply before shutting the door behind you.

"Dude, I don't remember her being this…this.." 

"Give her a break, Dean." Sam says with a long exhale. "She's a mom, now, and, …she's doing the best she can.."

~~~~

You bite your lip sitting at the red traffic light watching the clock tick onward in the dash. 

"Come on…Friday…you can do this.." You mumble under your breath through a deep sigh.

You dig your nails into the back of the pleather steering wheel as you sit agitated in your seat.

"Mom?" Finn asks from the back seat.

"Yeah, bud?" You reply, peering towards him in the rear view.

"...where's my homework folder?"

You roll your eyes as another deep breath courses through you.

"..probably on the kitchen floor where you left it…" You reply regrettably. 

The light finally blinks green and you roll out through the intersection. The crossing guard waves you on into the line up beside the school, and you park the car before jumping out and opening the back door for Finn. 

"It's alright, it's Friday we'll get your homework to Mrs. Barnes Monday morning, okay?" 

Finn hops out with a frown on his face. You straighten his hair once again and help him loop his arms through the straps of his backpack. You kneel down eye level to him and peer up into his bright little blue eyes.

"It's Friday!" You cheer quietly to him. 

He casts you a small, meek smile.

“Mom, can I stay with you this weekend?” Finn asks with a slight heartbreaking frown.

“No, babe, it's daddy's weekend, you know that..” You tell him apologetically.

“Just tonight then?” he pleads. “Just to say bye to Uncle Sam and Dean?”

You sigh, unable to give him an answer you or he wants to hear.

“Please?” 

You bite back your bottom lip peering up into his sad little blue eyes.

“...We’ll see them again. We always do..” you huff in a regrettable tone.

“It’s not fair!” Finn protests angrily. “Why does dad have to ruin everything!?” 

“Hey, come on…it’s not his fault…”

You stand back up pecking a kiss on top of his head and usher him down the sidewalk towards the front of the school.  

"I'll see you Sunday!" You call cheerfully, as he angrily strides towards the front door.

You stand with your arms crossed watching, making sure he disappears between the two giant blue doors before you allow your gaze to drop.

You sigh as you regrettably sulk back towards the car, recalling what you told him; ‘we’ll see them again..’  hopefully…  

You shake the thought from your head. The sun is already beating down at full force under the bright blue skies as you pluck the doors handle and seat yourself against the driver's seat.  You turn the key and flip the AC on; its cool air blasts against your face as you shift the car into reverse.  You back out and head towards the wretched red light that never allows you a free pass. You stare off into the opposite direction of traffic and wait patiently; when your phone rings. You fish around in the passenger side seat for the vibrating brick and click the green answer button.

"Hello?..."

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Gimme, Gimme, Gimme..

 ..A Winchester boys series, featuring you as the reader, Sam and Dean?..

..Hunting cases together...

...angsty backstory...

..You can pick who you end up with...

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Saint among Sinners

Chapter 7, in the Eadiths lady series.

Word count:  3344

Warnings: Your guess is as good as mine

Read chapter 6 “Spill the beans’ leading up to this chapter...

Uhtred strokes your cheek where your tear has fallen. You grasp his hand and lean your cheek softly against his huge weather palm. 

“Please?” You ask again.

He casts his gaze down to his hand wrapped around yours and chuckles quietly to himself. He leans in against you, pressing his forehead to yours and you breathe in his safe familiar scent. You caress his cheek tenderly and peer into his blue sparkling eyes glimmering back at you. He slowly turns his head away from you and peers down at his lap.

“First…I need to know...” He says quietly avoiding your look.

Your heart quakes in your chest, you try desperately to remain calm as the butterflies in your belly begin to bounce around. He looks up to you with a wide grin.  Your eyes light up waiting to hear what he's to say.

“...How come you're so good at this, faking an ailment thing?” He asks, unable to keep his face even any longer.

You exhale heavily and laugh wholeheartedly at his remark. 

“Believe me, twas not an easy task!” You giggle.

You sit vibrating with laughter for a moment. He looks from your eyes back to your hand in his, laughter still thick in both your throats. 

Once you’ve finally settled, you squeeze his palm a bit and try to look him seriously in the eye.

“So?.. Do we have a deal, my Lord?” You ask him plainly, trying not to show too much eagerness on your face.

“…I suppose I could sacrifice…. a day or two?” He asks sarcastically. 

You giggle loudly at his remark. Clasping your hand over your mouth so as to not draw attention to you. 

“Three?!” He teases dramatically looking back to you.

His big hand comes down upon yours, grasping your hand now between his. He stokes tiny circles around your knuckles and smiles madly.

“Longer!?” He asks with a snicker. “Please tell me, how long, woman?!” he chuckles, leaning playfully against you.

He brings your hand up to his lips and plants a tender long kiss on your knuckles where he just rubbed tiny circles.  You gaze up into his stunning glimmering eyes and smile. 

“As long as it takes.” you tell him.

He watches you carefully, peering deeply into your eyes as you gaze back up at him.  His hand cups your chin softly and he slowly begins closing the gap between the two of you. Your eyes flutter shut and you hold your breath feeling him inch closer.

“I don’t think we have that much time..” He utters softly against your lips.

Your tender moment is quickly disrupted as you hear Eadith approaching, yelling her excitement of finding the herbs for your tea. Yours and Uhtred's eyes grow wide and you squeeze his hand tightly. 

“You better be as good at this, as I am…” You whisper against him before he stands quickly pacing away from you. 

“Eadith!” You call out, remembering to grasp your belly again. “Over here!”

She rushes over happily, Finan struggling to keep up with her, plops down next to you beside the tree, where Uhtred had just been. 

“I’ve got it!” she hums gleefully. “All we need now is a fire, some hot water, and your belly should be good as new!” 

You smile politely at her, remembering to keep your belly clasped. She spins around in her spot towards Finan, who's still huffing out of breath, and Uhtred, who's trying to hide the devilish smile dancing on his face. 

“Could you two, go gather some firewood?” She pleads kindly. 

Uhtred clears the laughter from his throat and smacks Finan on the back before heading off in the opposite direction.

“Of course my lady” Finan huffs, reluctantly following after Uhtred.

You sit trying to hide your own grin watching Uhtred's bad performance and quickly wipe it away as Eadith turns her attention back to you. 

“You know, Eadith…I think I’m fine now, really.” You tell her.

“Nonsense!” She assures you, “I’ve got everything you need right here!” She tells you calmly, sorting through the plants from her bag.

“No Eadith!” You tell her more eagerly.

She stops and looks confused at you.

“It was just…lady troubles.  That's all.” 

“Oh!” she replies. “Well, in that case…” she continues happily “..We mine as well have some tea!” 

~~~~~

Gathered around the fire, the day begins to drift away and the men; besides Uhtred, are visibly growing anxious. You try your best to act accordingly and Eadith tends lovingly to you, none the wiser. The fire crackles loudly and a spark drops out in front of you on the ground, you instinctively snuff it out with your shoe.

Uhtred sips water from his tin cup and meets Sihtrics eye. He swallows the sip dramatically, nodding towards him. 

Sihtric watches as you do, and stands to face Uhtred. 

"Lord, I believe lady Y/N is fine to travel, now's time to get moving before nightfall." He tells him in a concerned tone.

"Eh..you know Sihtric.." Uhtred begins.

The others turn their attention to him, including yourself.

"...I was thinking we might as well just make camp here for the night…" Uhtred replies stoically, peering off into the distance facing away from the group. "...Perhaps we could indulge ourselves a bit on the ale we have at hand…" 

In seconds the men's faces light up meeting one another's eye, with delight painted across their faces. Finan leaps over the campfire heading towards the bags loaded up with many bottles of ale.

"I thought you'd never ask, my Lord!" Finan cackles, holding bottles up in the air.

Osferth, Sihtric, and Eadith waste no time joining Finan in dishing out the ale. You peer around the group with a satisfied smile when your eyes lock with Uhtred. 

He stares in your direction, making no mind of hiding it from the others. You stare back watching and hoping the happiness you feel at this moment is also being felt by him as well. At least more so than any regret he may have; not be early on his arrival back to Wessex this time.

Eadith hands you a cup of ale and your stare with Uhtred breaks. You smile back at her as she giggles happily. 

"I wonder what's gotten into him?" She says before taking a sip, gesturing towards Uhtred.

"...Who knows?.." You reply, hiding your smirk as you bring your own cup to your lips; your eyes meeting back with Uhtred who's also being handed a full cup of ale.

~~~~~

The moon looms far overhead beyond the tree leaves while the fire roars before you. The group has and still is indulging themselves with the stolen ale Finan has been able to acquire from past towns. Regardless of how it became, you're glad to have another night under the stars with the group. 

Osferth, opening up from the drinks, has made himself quite comfortable beside Eadith. His arm wrapped gently around her neck as he wavers a bit back and forth listening to her as she speaks. Finan and Sihtric shout out a laugh in unison, seemingly sharing some grand story with Uhtred calmly beside them. Uhtred sits watching you from across the fire, and as if he's able to read your thoughts; looks around the group assuming they're all too intoxicated to make much note of his moment towards you.

Ale in hand, he seats himself beside you and pours you both a fresh cup. Eadith let's out a hearty cackle from beside you; you meet Uhreds look before laughing amusingly to yourselves. 

"Would be ashamed to cut all this short." He says softly with a chuckle.

You nod, joining him in his amusement; watching the others.

"Hopefully Finan has enough stored away for the next few nights," he adds, taking a sip. "Otherwise we will be in a hurry…to get to the next town at least and stock up!" 

You giggle madly at his words, unfortunately, drawing the attention of the others, over to the two of you in the process.

"AY!"  Finan calls out from across the fire. "What are you two love birds doing over there!?" 

Your heart sinks into your stomach and you feel your cheeks flush with red.  Uhtred, also feeling the tension, stirs uncomfortably and turns his body towards the fire a bit.

Finan gets up and hobbles over to Eadith and Osferth. You're sure he can hear the beating in your chest as you finally exhale the lump in your throat down slowly. 

Finan mocks the two entangled in each other before dramatically sitting himself blunting down between the two of them. Eadith cackles and scoots closer towards you, squishing you closer towards Uhtred.  You inch carefully as Uhtred does nothing to move away… but instead, gently places his hand on your lower back. You allow yourself to enjoy the moment for a few brief seconds before turning your head toward Uhtred, and peer up lustfully at his big blue eyes. He smiles gently down at you with a smirk dancing across his face…

You both jump when Sihtric places himself on the other side of Uhtred, breathing a hot wave of ale breath on you. Finan chews thoughtfully on the end of a stick then points playfully to Eadith.

"I'm watching you!" He says sarcastically, pointing between Osferth and Eadith. The crooked circle bellows in laughter as cups are refilled; Uhtred's hand refuses to leave its spot on your back… 

So badly you wish to spin your head around and grip his face between your hands and meet his lips with yours. Devouring his mouth, feeling his hot tongue against yours before pulling back and spying  his brilliant blue eyes sparking down at you asking not to stop…, but instead you sit still, feeling his huge warm body so close to yours, and the soft tickle of his beard scratching at your temple. Before you can hear the words he tries to mumble, Osferth casts his hand in your direction.

"Us?!" Osferth states, still swallowing down his mouthful of ale. "What about those two?!" He says with a laugh pointing towards you and Uhtred.

You freeze, feeling your throat swell up yet again. The fear makes its way down toward your stomach. 

"Can't I ask the lady if she's feeling better?" Uhtred quickly, and smoothly fibs.

His hand falling away from your back as the group seems to accept his lie well enough. The others mumble to themselves as you swallow hard, raising your cup to your mouth trying to hide the redness on your face that has formed.  You try to relax again back towards Uhtred's hand but it has disappeared; not as quickly along with the knot in your stomach. 

Osferth finishes his cup as Finan eagerly cheers him on. 

"Now… sleep," the baby monk replies, tipping his cup upside down. 

"Aw no, not yet!" You protest as eagerly as you can, trying not to sound too eager to spend more time next to Uhtred.

Sihtric drains the remains of his cup into his mouth before also agreeing and standing to join the baby monk.

"No! Come on, stay up with us!" You cry again; this time Eadith joining in your plea.

Uhtred makes no comment but begins to stand and walk towards his tent along with the others.

"Aw, forget them ladies…. They're not fun… we can have a good time just the three of us…"  Finan jokes.

You and Eadith make eye contact knowing being alone with Finan in the middle of the woods is the very last thing you should be doing…

"Please!" You both beg now. "Don't go, come on, stay here!" 

"And do what?" Sihtric snaps, his hands placed firmly on his waist.

You and Eadith sit quietly for a moment trying to come up with a reason…

"Oh I know!" Eadith cries out cheerfully. Let's play a game!"

Osferth strides back over the circle around the fire and seats himself, again by Finan who 'huraws' his return.

"What game?" The baby monk asks hopefully.

"Umm…" Eadith wavers a bit trying to think of one.

"Stones!" Finan pipes in.

"No, we are not playing your made up game Finan!" You tell him with a laugh.

"Oh I know!" Eadith says turning towards you. "What's that game we used to play in the field…back…when we were at…Madam Ells!?..." Eadith asks you through staggering words.

"Uhhhm…" you rack your brain trying to understand.

"Saint amongst Sinners!" She blurts out finally.

You raise an eyebrow at her and peer around the circle; clearly no one else has ever heard of the game. 

Sihtric and Uhtred make their way back over and sit down around the fire as well, Uhtred much further away than before, but still beside you. 

"Saint amongst Sinners? Well, clearly the Saint is baby monk..game over!" Sihtric states with a laugh.

"No, it's fun!" Eadith assures him all too gleefully. "We all go around the circle naming off ‘sins’ we've never partaken in…" She begins to inform the group.

"Oh yes, I do remember this." You add. "We all start with our hand out, palm open. One by one we all go around the circle and name something bad you’ve never done, but, believe the others may have. If you have, you close your palm and you're out for the rest of the game, but the last person with their palm open is the Saint!" 

"Oh… I get it," Sihtric says plainly.

"You do?” Finan says with a straight face.  “Well, could you explain it to the rest of us?" He shouts through a laugh across the circle.

"It's easy, watch, Eadith and I will start…" You tell them; sitting with your hand out palm open.

"I am a Saint, for I have never stolen…" you state. 

The others copy your open hand and look blankly at each other.

"Now, if you have ever stolen, you close your palm and you're out." Eadith tells them.

She looks to Finan whose hand is still open.

"So you're out Finan, close your hand." 

"Why! I've never stolen!" He argues.

"Where'd you get all this ale from?!" She asks with a cackle.

"That's not stealing…thats…its" He tries to reassure the group.

"Stealing, and you're out!" Replies Sihtric as the group roars in laughter.

"Dumb bloody game.." Finan spats sarcastically.

Eadith goes next, "I am a Saint, for I have never told a lie to my mother…" 

You reluctantly close your hand and eye the circle seeing you're the only one. 

"Dumb game isn't it!" Finan says with a smirk.

"How have you all never lied to your mothers?" You ask shocked, eyeing the others around the circle…

"Hard to lie to your mother when you haven't got one,” Osferth tells you apologetically.

The group roars with laughter, yet again.

~~~~~~~

After a few more rounds of the game it's clear; Osferth was in fact the leading Saint among Sinners in the group.  Leading with not having laid with anyone outside of wedlock, not having shamed another publicly, and never telling a white lie… Beyond killing another being in or out of war, that round you found yourself winning. It was now Eadiths turn again, and with the ale flowing steadily she flashed you a quick devilish look and began with her hand open in the circle. 

“I am the Saint among Sinners, for I have never lay beneath a blanket with Y/N..”

You’re sure the group could hear your heart slamming in your chest and you carefully eye the circle of hands before you, watching Uhtred reluctantly fold his hand closed and retract it from the view of the others.

You hold your breath  in your throat as eyes grow wide meeting each other's looks, quickly followed by inaudible stammering and shouting from across the circle. 

You flash Eadith a very disapproving look and try your best to be heard over all the men now shouting around the fire. Eadith, whos far too inebriated to appreciate your looks of terror, force you turn your attention to Uhtred; whose face is painted with a thick smirk as he takes a long sip of ale.  You flash him a look of ‘help’ while he eyes you and downs the rest of his cup's contents. 

Leading Eadith, the group begins chanting; “Uhtred, Y/N, tell us” while Uhtred and yourself grow restless in your seats.

“There's nothing to tell!” You shout desperately.  

Uhtred shakes his head towards the group and lays back against his elbows on the ground. You turn your attention back to him and anticipate with a heaving heartbeat his words. His eyes avoiding yours makes your pulse increase even more..

“It just so happens…”

“It was just one time!” You interrupt him, shaking noticeable. 

“...When we all thought Eadith was ill, and it was cold…we ended up under the same blanket in the horse stalls because it was cold!...” 

The others ‘ohh’ and ‘ahhing’ over the lie you choose.

“It was just that once…and I’m not sure why Eadith is so adamant on forcing my hand in sharing the story seeing as she already knows…”

You flash her quick look of ‘stop it’ before adding “Who needs another drink?!”

Everyones cup raises and you quickly take the chance to lock arms with Eadith, hoist her up, and begin making your way towards the tent, to grab another stolen bottle of ale.

Eadith laughs as you guide her towards the tent flap. 

“What in God's name are you doing?!” You ask in a rasped whisper.

Your heart; still beating rapidly in your chest as you cast the tent flap closed behind the two of you.  She leans against the thick tree limb holding the structure secure.  Laughter still in her throat, she shakes her head a bit from side to side. You pour her a cup, well knowing she doesn't need a refill and take a long sip from the long bottle neck.  You wipe your mouth in disapproval and stare back at her with rage and disapproval in your eyes.

…“I told you…You're playing a very dangerous game Y/N.” she says aftering taking her own gulp from her cup.

“Eadith!” You snap coldly.

She rolls her eyes dramatically, turning her back towards you slowly, peering out from the tents flap back towards the men gathered at the fire.

“You and I were once unbreakable…” she begins with a sad tone in her voice, still staring out towards the men around the fire.  “You’re like a sister to me… And still are… Or so I thought…”

You allow a heavy sigh to escape you before shaking your head. She turns back and your look has turned a bit softer now.

“...I’m not sure anymore…What I am sure of, is the secrets you’re are keeping from me these days…” Eadith says with a solemn look on her face.

“Eadith…If there was anything to tell… I would tell you…” You say slowly, before taking a long sip from the bottle. “The truth is I don’t know what to make of Uhtred and myself..”

She rolls her eyes yet again, gathering her dress ready to make her way back towards the group. You lock arms with her, carefully urging her back behind the faint barricade of the tent. 

“Alright yes…some things have happened…” You tell her quietly. 

She crossed her arms a bit, wavering in place balancing her cup in her crossed arms.

“I watched you slip into his tent last night…” she tells you with a look of drunken disapproval on her face.

You bite back your bottom lip unsure of what to say next.  She sighs and casts her look back out towards the group, you peel back the tent flap a smidge, and peer out with her.  Uhtred looks back towards the tent and smiles meeting your eye. Eadith, clearly seeing the interaction, no thanksthe lasto Uhtred, cranes her head towards you and allows the tent flap to shut.

“Alright you little Sinner…” Eadith says with a smirk.  “Story time…”

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