#*group refers to the late in life come out group i'm making dean go to in this fic hahahaha he's gonna hate it at first ���🏻

[reyolfx]

destiel fic excerpt - claire kinda tricks dean into going to pride with her

okay i've been in a massive block lately for any writing whatsoever but i'm TRYING to get back into it. mentally i'm just not really anywhere but i would like to be anchored back down into writing mode.

so here's a little bit of the destiel fic i have in progress. it's a dean focused post-15x19 (lol what finale) fix-it that deals a lot with dean's grief. this particular excerpt is quiiiiite a ways in, cas has been dead for almost a year at this point (happy destiel ending guaranteed fam). dean is still absolutely grieving but he's been doing a lot of work.

(warning dean does use the word queer here in a way that's like, halfway between accepting and internalised homophobia - it's not made out to be a big deal in this but i thought it would mention anyways)

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"I'm not a parade guy, Claire, and I sure as hell ain't a flag waving queer. I'm not - I'm not this." Dean gestures vaguely to the revelry and upbeat atmosphere around him. He feels like a fish on a bike.

Claire shrugs with her whole body. "I don't give two shits what you think you are or aren't, grandpa. Every baby gay needs to attend their first Pride, it's like a right of passage or whatever."

Dean gawks at her. "What the fuck," he sputters. "Baby- did you just call me grandpa and a baby gay in the same sentence? What the fuck is that?"

Claire rolls her eyes like Dean's a fucking idiot. He feels like one right now, in his jeans and flannel with a knife tucked into his waistband, surrounded by rainbow everything and kids making out in those weird napkin tops that don't pass their navels.

She says, "exactly what it sounds like, loser. You're old, but you finally had your big gay realization, it's fresh and shit, erego, baby gay. Reborn a queer, hallelujah."

Dean stares at her like she's speaking another language, but he latches on to one bit that's plain. "Ain't that fresh," he mutters.

Because. Because it's not like Dean never had an inkling he was into dudes as well as chicks before. Not like he never had any tiny lightbulb moments while drooling over Doctor Sexy or being 16 and watching a hunter in his 20s clean a gun in front of him. It's just that every time that lightbulb flicked on, Dean had been very quick and very thorough in burying it 6 feet under like it was a body in a grave after a salt'n burn. Expert, even. Like he was was with real graves. He could go years without that lightbulb resurfacing, and he could forget. He could flirt with women and forget, kiss women and forget, take women back to his motel room when he was 24, haunting small towns all alone, and forget. It was easy. Because women's waists and women's hair and women's voices made it easy. When they pitched their words low and came on to him with confidence and a shadow, a daintier echo of violence than what he was used to, it was easy. What would have been the point in—in anything else?

Nothing. No point.

Until his best friend told him he loved him and his graveyard of buried lightbulbs was flooded, upturned, exposed. Electrified. He sees the bones of every man he ever desired like they're cartoons sticking their fingers into sockets.

Bzzzt. That hunter with his rolled up sleeves, exposed forearms, cleaning his gun while chatting easily to John. Dean sitting there, trying his best to be a part of the conversation, puff himself up like he belonged at the table, 16 in a too-big jacket, a real hunter, a real man, dragging his eyes away from the hunter's hands again and again until he could unfocus them entirely with the beers his dad let him sip.

Bzzzt. A shop teacher of his, once, during a 9th grade stint somewhere in Nebraska. Mr. Callaghan. Showing the class how to use a circular saw, sparks flying, Dean's eyes wide, mouth a little dry.

Bzzzt. Benny in purgatory. Slicing and hacking his way through monsters to get Dean to Cas before they could escape. Dean's weird, twisted up, sickening feelings of - I love you because you know my secret. Because you know I love someone else even though I won't let my own self know. I love you because you have big hands and a big heart and an appetite for blood and because I can bully you into staying, searching, endlessly, for the one. The one I love the most. I love you until I find him and then I still love you a little because you helped make that possible and because you did it for me.

Bzzzt. Cas. Castiel who walked into a barn, sparks again (maybe men are electric and women are grounding, or - fuck, who knows, maybe sparks are just hot) a few days after Dean rose from the dead. Castiel who walked towards him with steady eyes of blue fire and withstood every act of violence Dean could commit against him (or so he thought). Castiel who saw into his soul, maybe not even into it, just the whole scope of it, macro and micro. Cas who shoved him into walls, laid hands over his mouth and a knee between his thighs (accidental?), Cas who spoke to him vulnerably one moment and then disappeared the next, Cas who stared into his eyes and made Dean's chest feel molten, his tongue feel heavy. Cas who wore a stupid trench coat, even when given a fresh start, an opportunity for reinvention. A trench coat Dean grew to hate because of the sheer amount of times he imagined pulling it gently off the angel's shoulders. It always stayed. Dean could burn that fucking coat.

He kept that coat. He carried it. He misses it.

Dean comes to in the middle of a fucking pride parade with the desperate, overwhelming urge to press a coat that he no longer has into his nose. He needs—

"Earth to fuckin' Dean Winchester," Claire is saying, eyebrow cocked kinda like Cas, which is weird because he doesn't remember Jimmy ever doing that. He guesses he didn't know Jimmy very long though. Maybe he's just seeing Cas wherever he can manage it.

"Sorry, kid," he says lamely. No follow up. He feels the hole and it aches and aches and he needs to get a hold on it before it engulfs him.

"Dean," Claire says gently, and she sounds like she knows where he is. Like she can find him back here among his grief that is so far removed from, and unrelated to the situation.

He looks at her and forces a grin that cracks his face. Painfully. Half rolls his eyes.

"C'mon kid, show me the ropes then," he says. He's here now. Probably wont ever be again, but he's with Claire.

And he loves Claire. Because she reminds him of his not so long ago self—young and angsty and passionate and angry and full of mistakes past, present and future—and because she reminds him of Cas. Her face, her independence, her stubbornness, her smile. Because Cas loves (loved, Christ) her, even if her feelings towards him might be more convoluted.

She doesn't let him off easy, a trait she kind of shares with both of them.

"Dean... I miss him too".

Years ago, maybe even just months ago, Dean would have rolled his eyes and changed the subject. He would have deflected: "so how do you get on one of those floats" or "why is there so much mesh here" or maybe mouthed the words to You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) right along with the drag queens in the parade without even realising it.

But now—

"Claire—I can't. Not if we wanna— not if today's gonna be any good."

His voice sounds far away and raw and he feels tears in his eyes even still. Even still after all these months. He wants. Wants Cas back so hard it scalds his insides.

Claire's mouth sets hard and she nods once. There's a grim-feeling cloud around the two of them, a black hole in the middle of this rainbow candy-land ass street block on a sunny day.

And then Claire scares it away. Physically waves it off like she can see it and then plasters a grin on her face that's almost conspiring. She can rally, Dean'll give her that. It's not as if Claire completely fits here either—she looks more like him than she does most of the other revelers. Black tank top, red flannel tied around her waist, black shit kickers. Hunter get-up. But she grabs some stickers from a drag queen that's handing them out and slaps one on her chest - it says "I support gay rights and gay wrongs" on it and the circle behind it is striped orange and white and pink. Dean snorts. He doesn't know for sure what that means but he guesses it's probably for lesbians cause he knows everybody gets their own flag in this world. He's learned that through osmosis at group*.

She grabs his hand and slaps another sticker on the back of it. The circle is blue, purple, and pink, and he does know the bi flag, has figured that one out at least. The words in the centre say "oh no, everyone is so hot".

Dean rolls his eyes so hard he almost throws his neck out. "There's no way in hell you think I'm keeping this on," he says.

"You are keeping it on, old man, and if i see you've taken it off I'll take you to the face painting tent and make them give you full bisexual glam." The threatening tone of her voice contrasts too deeply with the contents of that sentence and Dean huffs out a surprised laugh.

"Oh yeah? How do you think you're gonna make that happen?"

"You're not the only one packing here, Winchester."

Dean keeps the sticker on his hand. Stares at it for a minute, then looks all around him, taking in the colour and the joy like a thing that's not used the sun would. A rodent or a worm. Maybe a monster.

"Don't get me wrong but this doesn't really seem like your scene," he says.

Claire shrugs. "I dunno. Maybe a couple years ago I woulda felt the same. Used to think it was all real frivolous and silly y'know?"

She pauses for long enough that Dean's pretty sure the conversation's over. Finally, she speaks again, just a bit quieter: "But, I kinda figure, I can be more than just one thing, right? I can be a hunter and still enjoy some of the nice shit in life. Frivolous and silly is kinda fun."

She's not wrong. Dean doesn't get a lot of moments to be frivolous and silly, but he takes them when he can. Feels like maybe if he'd been born in an different universe he could've known those feelings full time like they were an engrained part of him rather than just fleeting visitors.

Then Claire says, "you're more than one thing, y'know. You're lots of things"

Dean huffs a little laugh and shakes his head, not really sure what he's denying.

"Don't make me give you a whole rundown on your own personality dude. You're not just some workhorse hunter, you got other stuff. Like, gay shit like this doesn't have to be one of your things. But everything's worth a shot once, right?"

He wants to agree. Thinks maybe he'd like to be a lot of things, but everything is kind of blur right now, has been for a while. What are the things he'd like to be? Like to enjoy?

He shakes his head again, not so much denying as delaying.

"Okay Oprah, what got you so wise?"

Claire smirks. She nudges him forward to follow the parade and says, "the internet mostly."

[harpersplay]

Genuine non-troll white woman here - you wrote "So I already knew that Good Girls was a white feminism phantasmagoria...But, jesus fucking christ, y'all are just showing your true colours lately. The way you talk about a MOC in relation to a white woman is disgusting." Not asking you to call out specific people or posts or start any kind of flame war but what would be a general example of what you are talking about? I follow a good chunk of people and I'm not seeing this maybe b/c I'm not following the same people, maybe out of willful blindness, maybe I'm not recognizing it - again, b/c of ignorance, etc. Just trying to understand what you mean - and not do it obviously, if I am doing it.

I apologise for taking a longish time to answer this. Honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted to get into it. Anyway, I'd first like to say that this is all my opinion. What bothers me might not bother someone else. BIPOC are not a monolith. Even subsections aren't. Not all Mexican trans men are a monolith. Neither are all Japanese lesbians. You get the idea. And that's not even including people like Ben Carson or Caitlyn Jenner—people who support and work for policies that actively harm the marginalised group of which they are a part. Secondly, I know this isn't your intention, but asking POC to tell you what is ok to do and what is not is a slippery slope to "my [blank] friend said this was ok." Finally, the fandom is quite small so it is pretty hard to give general examples. I don't know if it's more trouble to quote specific posts or not, because some will think it is about them anyway. Anything I'm going to mention I've seen on Tumblr, Instagram, Reddit and/or Twitter. But there are definitely popular Tumblr blogs that all push the same narrative. Oh, and one last thing, I haven't seen any of what I'm referring to from people I follow.

Ok, let's go. For a very long time, mainly WOC have pointed out the racial problems within the show and the extremely dismissive attitude about those problems from mainly white women. And while these same women have written thousands (even tens of thousands) or words about Beth (it's always Beth) and her struggles and the amazingness of such a complex female character (ymmv), they brush aside commentary about racism as either nitpicking, not understanding the show is about the 3 women (tell that to all the white men with fleshed-out storylines), or misogyny. The last is especially hostile because they are often talking over Black women and misogynoir is a very real fucking thing that couples the fun of being hated for being a woman with the delight of good old-fashioned racism. They espouse the idea that people having a problem with Beth are all covert & overt misogynists. But talk out the other side of their mouths that they can't possibly be racist even when they support racism in the show or ignore concerns brought up by fans of colour. And that is just the absolute height of hypocrisy. Because by the former they acknowledge that people in a marginalised group (women) can still be anti- that group (a phenomenon with which I agree). But in the latter, suddenly they don't understand that concept.

Specific to the post you are responding to, fans that purport to like Brio write about the relationship in ways that reveal how much of their enjoyment comes from Rio being inferior to Beth. It's all about what he can do for her, how he acts against his best interests for her, how he literally denies himself sexual pleasure for her. Those are all meant to show how in love he is with her. But the show never bothers to tell us why. And, no, this is not because the show is so deep. Other romantic relationships they have scenes that are explicit about the characters' feelings. But Rio, after being shot, after being betrayed, after being mocked, is just so in love with Beth....because. (MYSTERIOUS!) And the Beth stans are more than fine with this because they think everyone should be as obsessed with Beth as they are. But it's bad storytelling. And, in this particular case, it gets into very dicey racist tropes. A white women treating her Latino lover like an afterthought is not the same as a white women treating her white lover like an afterthought. It just isn't. And if some of these fans are as smart as they pretend to be, they know that. They just don't care. Much like the showrunners.

There was so much talk defending the drawn-out Boland marriage because why can't we understand how hard it is for Beth—who is, at various times, claimed to be emotionally abused by Dean or staying with him because it is safe and comfortable—and we don't appreciate how difficult it is for her (I may be one of the few divorced people talking about this show on Tumblr, so this has always made me laugh). Yet there was nothing but glee when Rio flipped on his brousin (who was written as both abusive and safe) for Beth. Where was the empathy for Rio and how hard it was for him? Especially because, unlike Beth, he didn't even have one parent? Hadn't the Beth stans used her very tragical history™️ to explain away her every shitty act? idk, not having any parents and going to jail (as a minor?) and being betrayed by your family seems pretty tragic. But I didn't see them all of a sudden excusing Rio's bad behaviour. Because, feminism or something?

What about Beth's feelings? Last season she spent trying to have him killed. This season she spent looking annoyed by him. Throughout both she talked down to him in a specific white woman way that every BIPOC has experienced, even if some of them are cool with it. There were multiple opportunites for Beth to talk about her feelings with Ruby and/or Annie, but the writers made the deliberate choice to always make it about sex (and god, the immature way they had these three grown women talk was fucking obnoxious). She spent the last 2 seasons also wanting him out of her life to the point that a majority of her actions in S4 were motivated by getting to Nevada with her husband and kids. Beth doesn't care about Rio but Rio needs to put Beth above everything because he's just so in love like he's never been before (which is blatant Marcus & Rhea erasure). And anyone who doesn't think Beth would have just as happily been sitting on that bench plotting how to "run the city" (hahahahaha!) with Nick if the situation worked out differently hasn't been paying attention.

So, what do we have? A white woman who is constantly excused (by the loudest portion of the fandom) for all her ill treatment to her Black BFF & her Black husband, her Asian coworker, her Latina "friend," and Rio (among others) because her life is hard and who is not required to even be nice to her supposed "endgame". And a MOC who is expected to accept being treated poorly by the white woman because he loves her.

And, a last thing, this attitude grossly crossed over into talk about real people when the fans—who self-righteously claimed to be above anon sources or talking about the actors—latched on to the narrative and enjoyed blaming the MOC actor for the cancellation of the show, even dragging his insignificant (in terms of influence) Black wife into it. All while conveniently ignoring that the creator/showrunner is a white woman. The star & producer is a white woman. The people making the decisions at NBCU & Netflix were white women. All white women with so much more power than the Latino actor.

Shit, did I answer your question? I know this is a lot. But I could honestly make mulitple posts on each issue I touched on here. Basically, white people ain't slick, be they content creators or fans. We see how & what y'all talk about. We see that Rio not having a last name is not a big deal to you and we know why that is. So we're fucking tired. And we're over a show that had so much potential crapping all over their POC characters to prop up a white woman. And we're repulsed by the white women in the fandom who use their tears to seem oppressed and who toss around the word misogynist because POC dare call a Karen a Karen.

[immawinchestersgirl13]

What if Charlie never went to oz.

Pairings Charlie  x reader Sam Dean

Word count 2,121

Warnings blood loss cussing kissing  and death fluff 

Summary Charlie doesn't go to oz  and stays with the boys. and you meet Charlie and the boys trying to run away from some being  and  this how all plays out

A/N this is going to be a challenge fic for @impalaimaginingpalaimagin one year challenge of what would happen if Charlie didn't go to oz with Dorothy and hope you like Taylor I apologize for how long it is  and i've never done a challenge fic  so please don't hate me if you want to be tagged just message me love you all ~April

Once Charlie Sam and dean said their goodbyes to Dorothy it was time for Charlie to leave from the crazy day of almost having oz come into our world and getting hit by an evil witch not to mention almost dieing into the mix.

Charlie cars drive off into the road leaving the bunker she notices her light fuel engine light is flashing red.

“Oh crud how fantastic I did see a gas station near the bunker. Charlie says while tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of her music.

The car's engine makes a turn into this almost deserted looking gas station that looked in a dire need of major remodeling.

“Stupid Charlie why don't ever pay attention to details around you on the road.” Charlie's head steering wheel.

Her thoughts are interrupted by pounding on her window glass. Charlies eyes quickly widen “Sweet middle earth what is that”. her eyes meet with the face of the mysterious glass tapers.

A girl with dark brown eyes porcelain skin that reflected the sun rays had the look of fright in her doe eyes. Her hair was light brown and her clothing had been torn from the top of her plain gray tee displaying a claw mark gash in her abdomen.

“Please you gotta help me its coming! Charlie looks back at the girl and notices a creature  coming directly for them.

“Get in.” she clicks the button on car and steps on her gas  pedal going the bunker was the only rational thing Charlie could think of at the moment.

“What is that! You could almost detected the panic in her voice as she makes eye contact with the mystery girl though the rare view mirror.

“I...I don't know I was just hanging out with a group of friends, camping and I went to the restroom, heard screaming from the tent area and ran away.”

“But it saw me and started chasing after me.” Charlie could see her eyes beginning to tear up.

“Look I know this is crazy but I'm talking you with me I have friends that hunters like me.”

The girl looked puzzled. “Hunter, What is that have to do with what's chasing me?”

“ I hunt creatures, like ghost and demons and other binges.” Charlie said nonchalantly.

“So like ghost busters but real right? .” 

“Umm more like Merlin, the hobbit, meet harry potter and meet in our earth.”

Her faces looks more confused than it did when Charlie said she was a hunter a few minutes ago.

“Okay lets just go with ghost busters thing.”  “Although  it had horrible graphics.

Charlie said under her breath.  

You felt the car jolt you forward. It was coming after you guys still this time hitting the car.

“Please go faster I don't die.” you plead. The red head girl looks up at you and responds.

“ I will make sure nothing happens to you.”  she smiles at you. While the car parks in front of this building you've  never seen before. “Okay on my word you run and bang on the door.

“Run.! you dash your way toward the door with the red head girl following your lead.

Once the door open your eyes met up with a tall man with dashing handsome man with hazel eyes nice semi long hair that you want to  run your fingers through your thoughts were stopped by the sound his voice asking for your name. Y/N L/N you say in a shy tone of voice .  

“Well nice to meet you Y/N I'm  Sam Winchester and this my brother Dean your eyes glanced over to another gorgeous man with green eyes and short hair  looked like a living Michelangelo painting come to life.

The red headed girl spoke up  “I'm Charlie her red hair complimented her green eyes. 

Sam quick lock the door. she said trying to catch her breath. 

With that he locked the door behind him and looked directly at you i'll go proxied you looked down at your gash wound at your stomach you completely forgot about.

Dean looks at you and Charlie “ So Y/N do you know what that creature was that followed You?

“No you reply looking down at your feet. Dean lifts up your chin. “ it's fine we can look at its features from the security camera and go through the books to find out what it is. “

With that being said sam returned with gauze and peroxide.  Sam is Setting the stuff on the table and gesturing you to come sit on the chair.

You raise up what you had left of your shirt, and felt the cooling sting of the proxied hitting your flesh. You winced  a little.

This caught the attention of Sam who said  “Sorry about that.” Looking right at you with those soulful looking eyes.

“It's fine.” you smiled at him while trying your hardest not to move so Sam could tend to your laceration faster.

“Y/N how did you get the wounded,” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “ I was running from a wolf, or man I couldn't tell, it was dark and fell into  some pile of tree branches.” “I got up and ran more.” 

“We are going to help you, I promise.” With that Sam got up and went right to the  shelf  of books in the back  of the room. Charlie was sitting right near you on a laptop typing away.

Dean was nowhere to be seen. That is until the phone next to you rang, Sam walked towards the phone and answered it on speaker. “Dean where are you.”

 Dean paused  and took a breath. “ I'm In the security room looking at this man whose clawing at the door.” growling  “ But you gotta see this he wasn't a man before he was a wolf.”

“Like a shifter. Charlie and Sam say in unison before being smiling at each other.

“Unless this shifter saw someone to change into, he wouldn't be acting like a dog still, and his eyes aren't glowing on the camera.”

Charlie looked  up at you for a second,  stopped typing to took at you. “Wait you said you saw a wolf man looking thing.”

You close your eyes trying to replay the thoughts “Yeah I think so, it was hard to tell, I was running for my life .”  you say sarcastically

Charlie looks at you and replays “ I'm just trying to help a damsel in distress.” while sticking her tongue out at Sam who was laughing at your remark

“It's not a wolf but it's part wolf Charlie said typing some info into her tablet. Sam said “I think I read something so where about different types of wolf beings.”

Dean spoke a “We know it can shift, but it's not a shifter.” Sam looked annoyed and replayed

“Yeah we already know that Dean not helping.”

“Wait Charlie said “Y/N you said you saw it change into a man right. ?”

:Yeah it looked like it.”  Biting you lip. 

She spoke again “Maybe it was changing form and saw you, looking at it and wanted know one to know it killed your friends so coming after you.”

Dean spoke “It also must of tracked you down form the scent  of your blood.”

“It doesn't have the teeth of a werewolf.” Dean replied

“Found it Sam spoke it's a Therian werewolf  the term  "therianthropy" comes from the Greek theríon, meaning "wild animal" or "beast" ; and anthrōpos , meaning "human being". It was used to refer to animal transformation folklore of Europe as early as 1901,therian  werewolf once believed to be a human, with capabilities  to shift into a wolf at will, rather than its brother the werewolf who could only shift into the wolf once every full moon. “

Charlie spoke again “So we have a shifter that can change into its werewolf side at will, how do we get rid of it and save Y/N?.”

“Okay well if its a wolf still we can kill it with silver Sam said. Looking at Charlie

“Right.” she said along with Dean getting up to go get something.

“Son of bitch.” You heard Dean from across the hall walking into the room again he once was in previously.

“We only have three bullets here, the rest are in the trunk.” Dean said handing one each to Charlie and Sam as they loaded the guns.  

“Can't you just go get more from the car.” Charlie spoke up  taking a sip of water.

“I would but she's drying out side right where the therian is at? “

“Guys get this, therian are usually calm folk ,but if there territory is threatened while in wolf form, they can become territorial in its animal form.”

“You and your friends probably were camping out were the therian  lives, and probably just want  its home back.” Sam looked back at you while looking away from the book to talk to you.

“Maybe we can reason with it ,you said its human still Sam .Charlie said while walking to the door.

“Charlie don't go... But it was too late Charlie opened the door the boys ran to go stop her.

Sam advised you stay in the bunker.  You nodded and sat down impatiently waiting for their return.

You heard a noise coming from one of the halls but thought nothing of it. You closed your eyes for a second and open them to a foreign warm feeling on the top your head. 

Opening one eye to get a sneak peek facing  upwards and notice the therians  eyes changing from green to white. A startled you jumps up and smack the therians chin with your head.

 Panicking you through a chair in front of  it,and screamed as it cornes you a space between the a bookshelf, and a sword thats displayed it sitting on a stand in the room .

With that just on cue the boys and charlie run into the bunker. Charlie takes the first shot and hits the therian in the leg. “Really Dean we could have just got more bullets from the trunk but, you wanted to cheek the area outside and see if it was still here.”

Dean hit it's in the stomach.” Well I wanted to make sure it didn't get into the bunker and get Y/N” This  just got the therian  more angry started running towards him.

Sam ran Dean side and fired the bullet but missed  the therians heart just by a second. “Dean I'm starting to agree with Charlie here what are we going to do. “

Charlies eyes scan the room and meet in your direction. She speaks up “Guys what is that sword made out of right up on top of  Y/N head.”

Sam speaks up “Silver or iron I don't really know, we haven't used it before. “

“Lets just hope its silver.”Charlie sprints to your side and while Dean distracts the therian.

Charlie hand goes for the sword while the therian notices her and runs back to the same spot you were in.

This time you hard  Charlie to defend you.” Hey thierian dick pick on one your own size.”Charlie had this sense of authoritarian hero in her voice and stance.

She charged at the therian with all her will and strength, and piercingthe sword though its neck slicing its head off perfectly. Minus the splash zone of blood you endured from the decapitation

Looking up at Charlie and embraced her in a hug “Thank you much Charlie.”your muffled voice and hug went from Charlie to Dean and lastly Sam “Thank you boys and thanks Sam for the shirt.” As you want to give Sam a kiss on the cheek he moved and your lips brushed his for a second. “I'm so sorry. You felt your whole face turning as crimson red as Charlie's for a second.

“˜Don't be.” Sam smiled back at you making you stomach turn at his stare.  

it was in that cute little moment Charlie saw of you having with Sam that she knew she had all the excitement   she need with here boys right here on earth. 

I know so long don't kill me hope you liked it I know this isn't my best but I tried. If you liked it want to be tagged message me reblog and help a girl out and follow  love you all ~April  @megansescape @justlittlekristy @winchesters-princess